Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters…but it seems my power and influence as a fanfic author has forced Cartoon Network UK to but Gundam Wing back on at 5:30!
Warnings: Angst, Gore, Yaoi
Notes: A big Thank you to Aciel Skadi and Slate for giving me this idea to use. Also another thank you to Aciel for beta reading some parts I was having problems with.
Who Cries for Wufei?
Part VII
Wufei's throat tightened and he struggled not to choke on his own straggled breath.
The curvy female figure took a few paces closer, into one of the random spotlights that lit the warehouse.
There was no doubt.
"Meiran." He finally choked. The wife he had considered dead all this time was standing before him.
Wufei took in the physical differences. Her figure had filled and was accentuated under from the long silk robes she wore. It was the traditional Dragon Clan costume, heavy black silk with a gold dragon brocaded on the chest; it's body curving into an S-shape. By her side, the sword of the Dragon Clan hung innocently.
To add to the apprehension there was a faint rumbling of thunder in the distance.
He forced his eyes to her face. Meiran's skin was smooth and sallow; her hair hung over her chest in two black braids. The only thing that was different to Wufei was a scar that ran from the near the centre of her lip to her cheek. The faded scar tissue seemed to distort her top lip oddly, an imperfection trying to mar her beauty.
Meiran noticed the way he was studying her, and smiled. But the scar warped the smile. "I am so glad you have attended Husband." Her voice was thick with accent.
Wufei found himself unable to say anything, but as if filling the gap, rain started to pound the corrugated iron roof. Soon water was dripping down through holes in the worn roof, to form puddles on the already damp concrete floor.
Forgetting reality and rational thought for a moment, Wufei gave in to impulse. He ran to the woman, and clutched her arms desperately.
Up close it seemed no less like Meiran. Finally managing to find his voice, Wufei uttered, "I thought you were dead--"
He was cut off by the hurt rage in the woman's eyes when she violently pushed his hands off her. "I am not dead!!" Her tone had changed from calm respect, to something much more dangerous. "People just think I am dead! Yet I stand here now!" She glared at Wufei, "Even my own husband thinks I am dead!"
"I held you…on the colony, in that battle--."
Meiran scowled and stepped close to Wufei, "Silly Husband." With each word she playfully slapped her partner's cheek, as if to add weight to her words. "You doubt your Wife! I stay faithful to you, and set things right for you!"
Wufei recoiled from her words and touch, reminded of the reality of the situation. He took her hand from his face and held it between them.
"You've…you killed them all."
Meiran looked back, reflecting calm again, "Of course. They dared to be involved with my Husband." Her voice started to crack into another fit of rage, "They insulted your and mine honour, I made them pay!"
This time it was Wufei's turn to snap, "Honour?! What you done has no honour! You murdered each without mercy!"
Meiran pulled her delicate hand free of Wufei's grasp, and pouted. "So husband not happy with Nataku. I set things good soon."
Wufei frowned. She was unbalanced, with her own set of rules regarding honour and justice. But this woman was also set on executing Duo.
"Where is Maxwell?" asked Wufei.
Her eyes lit up like a child's, "He here, soon I make things right for Husband!"
Allowing himself to be drawn into her game, he asked, "Go get him."
Gleefully she obeyed. Meiran ran to the wall of the warehouse, absentmindedly splashing through some of the puddles on the floor. She was in the shadows, and Wufei tried to make out what she was doing. Meiran was at a large wooden chest, and was kneeling to unlock it. Soon she flung the lid open and reached inside.
Wufei felt his heart quicken when she pulled out the limp body of Duo.
She dragged the body by his hair and anything else she could get a grip on.
Finally she made it close to Wufei, and dropped Duo down. Meiran was like a happy cat that had brought in a dead mouse as a present for its master.
Wufei could only stare at his lover on the floor. Duo was wearing his normal black clothes, but was bound intricately with rope, his hands tied behind his back. A cloth gag prevented any sound escaping. Duo seemed barely conscious and panted deeply from being kept in that hot and stuffy box. Any hair that had escaped his braid was clinging to his pale skin with sweat.
Meiran stood over her prize, and glanced to Wufei again, "I wake him up better, to pay respect to my honourable Husband." She stopped and fixed her eyes on the Chinese man. "But I want you to get your friend here, I don't like him about."
Wufei's brow furrowed, and seeing that he was taking no action the woman continued, "The man I saw you with. He is here now--I don't like it! If he does not show himself, I kill Maxwell now."
To add to the threat she put her hand onto the hilt of her sword and pulled it free of the scabbard a few inches.
Feeling his back stiffen, Wufei called out, "Yuy! Come here now. You have no choice!"
There were several moments filled with only the drumming of the rain. The doors creaked open slightly, and Wufei could hear footsteps behind him.
Soon Heero stood uneasily next to Wufei.
They both exchanged a glare.
Meiran did not seem to notice the look, and clapped her hands together happily. "Good you here now! But I bet you have weapon like gun, disarm yourself."
Heero now fixed his blue eyes on the woman. He gave her a disdainful look before reaching behind and pulling out the handgun from his waistband. The heavy gun clattered on the concrete as it was thrown far away.
"Excellent!" Meiran cried, "Now I wake up whore."
The men both flushed with anger at her words, as she bent down and started slapping the sides of Duo's face.
Eventually, the violet eyes groggily opened. Before Duo had any time to register his surroundings, Meiran had pulled him onto his knees, then forced his head down to the floor.
"You bow and pay respect to Honourable Chang Wufei!"
Satisfied, Meiran let go and straightened up. She looked pleased with herself.
Wufei stood paralysed, unsure of what to do. The Japanese man to his side had his arms crossed, and continue to glare at the woman.
She spoke, "You understand Husband? I kill him because he is a dishonour to you."
Shaking his head, Wufei said, "No I do not understand. There is no justice in your actions."
Frowning Meiran replied, "You do not understand, but you will. Then we be together."
In one fluid movement she grabbed Duo's hair and pulled his head up. The American was in a kneeling, his head up exposing his neck, ready to be slit.
Wufei could see Duo's confused and panic stricken eyes, jumping from each person in the vicinity. But they rested on Wufei, and the Chinese man felt he would drown in those violet pools.
Meiran was drawing her sword, but something interrupted her.
Wufei had pulled his own sword free of the scabbard and leapt forward.
The sharp metal edge now rested on his former wife's throat.
She glowered at Wufei, and spat, "You're not making this easy Husband." She continued to slowly slide the blade out…
Wufei pressed the sword more firmly into a throat, but hesitated.
He was about to kill the woman he had loved so dearly. Scenes of their life together, sitting under trees next to the river, debating philosophy. The way she would get playfully angry and not talk to him for an hour.
She had been such a beautiful girl. He had loved her. How could he kill her, even now, after all she had done?
An urgent voice interrupted his thoughts, it was Heero's, "Idiot!! Do it now before it is too late! Complete the mission and save Duo!"
Wufei tightened his grip on the hilt, his knuckles growing white.
Could he really kill Nataku?
Within the next moment, blood sprayed everywhere.
And a body slumped to the floor.
To Be Continued
Author's Notes:
Wow, that took so long for me to get my act together to write. It's cos I've got exams soon, and I sit there thinking 'I've got exams in 3 weeks, I've got exams in 3 weeks…oh wait, it's 2 weeks now. I've got exams in 2 weeks…' It's not studying, but it seems to have this paralysing effect on the imagination.
Meiran's bad grammar? Hey, so she's not that good at English….
So how has this part go?
Thanks to those that have read and reviewed, I appreciate all the nice things you say!
