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Chapter Eleven
"What were you doing inside my personal files?"
Aaron was sitting in the same chair she had sat in yesterday, in the small command post. All the other agents had stared at her as she walked slowly to the stage. From there, Wufei led her to the private command post. He now stood, leaning against the far wall, questioning her.
"I…"
"Even more, why were you looking up data on my deceased wife?"
Aaron gulped and started to answer again, but Wufei cut her off once more. He pushed off from the wall and began pacing the room. "You may not know this, agent Aaron, but over the last few days, I have been visited by a woman who claimed to be my wife."
The American lowered her gaze.
The black-haired boy picked up a folder from a desk and flipped through it. "Your father came from L5, didn't he?"
Aaron nodded numbly.
"Yes…and it says here he was also part of the Dragon Clan. Correct?"
Again, she nodded.
"Interesting… he left his clan to pursue an American woman, whom he later married. Aaron, how old are you?"
"Twenty-three."
"According to this, you're seventeen. Why is that? Hm. Maybe you wanted to be a Preventer because your father was killed in the Eve Wars."
Aaron didn't respond, but clenched her fists.
Wufei looked her over. "You know, agent Aaron, you look a lot like my wife. You both have the same eyes and the same colored hair. But I clearly remembered you having longer hair last week. Before the time my computer was hacked into."
She raised her eyes and glared fiercely at him. "What's your point?"
The boy slammed his fist down onto a desk. "It was you! You were the one that hacked into my computer! You are the person who has been defiling Meiran's name!"
She leapt to her feet. "I did not defile her name! Everything I have done was for you, Wufei! You're a bitter son of a bitch, you know that? We all see how you torture yourself. The only friends you have are the people who fought with you during the wars, and you're even distant to them! What the hell is wrong with you? And don't you dare use the death of your wife as an excuse. You think she'd be happy that you spend the rest of your life mourning her? She may have been as fierce as you, but there is a large different. She cared for her people! She cared for others! She died so others wouldn't have to suffer! For a time, you did the same. But you just didn't care enough. You treat everyone as an enemy! And the only person who could change that was your wife. That's why I did what I did. I hate seeing you like this. I care too much for you to let you live in agony!" Aaron blinked and looked down from her sudden outburst. She said more then she had planned.
Wufei's eyes were narrowed and flashed with anger and he gripped the desk so hard that his knuckles were white. How dare she talk to him like that! But another part of him admired her audacity. With his insides at war, he swept past her and out the door, slamming it behind him. He had seen enough. Heard enough.
Aaron watched him leave and sat down heavily in her chair. She held her head in her hands and closed her eyes as tears streaked down her cheeks. She had only tried to help. But in the end, she just made everything worse.
Wufei felt like he was in a daze. He was barely aware when he had slipped into the cold morning through the back door into the snow covered garden. His mind couldn't focus. His hair fell into his face as he trudged through the snow, finally falling to his hands in knees.
Was Aaron right? Was he really what she said he was? His fanatical obsession with justice…it had come from Meiran. He had held her in his arms, and she had died! She was supposed to be stronger then that… she was Nataku! What justice did she do by dieing?
Tears rolled down his cold face, stinging his cheeks. She had left him… they had finally come together, and she had left him. He never got to prove himself to her, never got show that he was worthy of her. Her death tormented him, and he knew it still did.
He was afraid to get close to someone. Afraid to get close, only to have them leave him. His friends…yes, they were his friends…he couldn't get close with them. No, he had to distant himself. They would leave him if he got close. So he had to stay strong. If he was so god damn strong, then why was he weeping over the long dead!
He raised his eyes to seek some kind of sign. His mind came into focus as he stared at the angel statue before him. Quatre was fond of angels and his garden had many as decorations. He saw the stone creature's arms open before it, welcoming him, welcoming the grief and agony he felt. Not because it wanted it, but because it didn't want him to suffer it alone.
Aaron… she had done the same. She wanted to get close so she could share his burden. She loved him. And he had shunned her away.
He had always thought he was strong and everyone else were weak. But now he saw the truth. He was never strong. He was the weakest of them all.
Chapter Eleven
"What were you doing inside my personal files?"
Aaron was sitting in the same chair she had sat in yesterday, in the small command post. All the other agents had stared at her as she walked slowly to the stage. From there, Wufei led her to the private command post. He now stood, leaning against the far wall, questioning her.
"I…"
"Even more, why were you looking up data on my deceased wife?"
Aaron gulped and started to answer again, but Wufei cut her off once more. He pushed off from the wall and began pacing the room. "You may not know this, agent Aaron, but over the last few days, I have been visited by a woman who claimed to be my wife."
The American lowered her gaze.
The black-haired boy picked up a folder from a desk and flipped through it. "Your father came from L5, didn't he?"
Aaron nodded numbly.
"Yes…and it says here he was also part of the Dragon Clan. Correct?"
Again, she nodded.
"Interesting… he left his clan to pursue an American woman, whom he later married. Aaron, how old are you?"
"Twenty-three."
"According to this, you're seventeen. Why is that? Hm. Maybe you wanted to be a Preventer because your father was killed in the Eve Wars."
Aaron didn't respond, but clenched her fists.
Wufei looked her over. "You know, agent Aaron, you look a lot like my wife. You both have the same eyes and the same colored hair. But I clearly remembered you having longer hair last week. Before the time my computer was hacked into."
She raised her eyes and glared fiercely at him. "What's your point?"
The boy slammed his fist down onto a desk. "It was you! You were the one that hacked into my computer! You are the person who has been defiling Meiran's name!"
She leapt to her feet. "I did not defile her name! Everything I have done was for you, Wufei! You're a bitter son of a bitch, you know that? We all see how you torture yourself. The only friends you have are the people who fought with you during the wars, and you're even distant to them! What the hell is wrong with you? And don't you dare use the death of your wife as an excuse. You think she'd be happy that you spend the rest of your life mourning her? She may have been as fierce as you, but there is a large different. She cared for her people! She cared for others! She died so others wouldn't have to suffer! For a time, you did the same. But you just didn't care enough. You treat everyone as an enemy! And the only person who could change that was your wife. That's why I did what I did. I hate seeing you like this. I care too much for you to let you live in agony!" Aaron blinked and looked down from her sudden outburst. She said more then she had planned.
Wufei's eyes were narrowed and flashed with anger and he gripped the desk so hard that his knuckles were white. How dare she talk to him like that! But another part of him admired her audacity. With his insides at war, he swept past her and out the door, slamming it behind him. He had seen enough. Heard enough.
Aaron watched him leave and sat down heavily in her chair. She held her head in her hands and closed her eyes as tears streaked down her cheeks. She had only tried to help. But in the end, she just made everything worse.
Wufei felt like he was in a daze. He was barely aware when he had slipped into the cold morning through the back door into the snow covered garden. His mind couldn't focus. His hair fell into his face as he trudged through the snow, finally falling to his hands in knees.
Was Aaron right? Was he really what she said he was? His fanatical obsession with justice…it had come from Meiran. He had held her in his arms, and she had died! She was supposed to be stronger then that… she was Nataku! What justice did she do by dieing?
Tears rolled down his cold face, stinging his cheeks. She had left him… they had finally come together, and she had left him. He never got to prove himself to her, never got show that he was worthy of her. Her death tormented him, and he knew it still did.
He was afraid to get close to someone. Afraid to get close, only to have them leave him. His friends…yes, they were his friends…he couldn't get close with them. No, he had to distant himself. They would leave him if he got close. So he had to stay strong. If he was so god damn strong, then why was he weeping over the long dead!
He raised his eyes to seek some kind of sign. His mind came into focus as he stared at the angel statue before him. Quatre was fond of angels and his garden had many as decorations. He saw the stone creature's arms open before it, welcoming him, welcoming the grief and agony he felt. Not because it wanted it, but because it didn't want him to suffer it alone.
Aaron… she had done the same. She wanted to get close so she could share his burden. She loved him. And he had shunned her away.
He had always thought he was strong and everyone else were weak. But now he saw the truth. He was never strong. He was the weakest of them all.