Chapter 2- New Awakenings
"So a little get-together, eh?" Shinsei questioned the young pilots.
Sitting on a traditional Japanese table on the floor, the pilots and the young waitress were having a little chat in the time limit of 15 minutes that Shinsei had for her break. They briefly discussed about the war, the issues of the present moment, and some other little tidbits that happened to come up. Quatre, Duo, and Shinsei did most of the talking. Of course, this wasn't really odd. Heero and Trowa were usually the spectators during these conversations, but for Wufei... err... that's a different story...
Noticing that something was odd from the very start, Wufei joined the usually quiet duo (no pun untended) in watching the trio chat on and on of past events. Something just wasn't right... there was something about this girl that was out of the ordinary, something mysterious, yet familiar... and those eyes!! What kind of person had blue eyes, that GLOWED?! The information was spinning in his head, yet the facts he needed were right at the edge of his mind, yet he still couldn't put his finger on it...
"Is there something wrong Wufei?" Shinsei suddenly asked.
Caught off guard, Wufei stammered with a poor apology, leaving the mako-eyed girl with her eyebrows raised. Slowly, but surely, a smile crept across her face with a hint of mischief lurking in her glowing eyes.
Out of the blue, Shinsei asked in Chinese, "Are you thinking about Meiran?"
A ghostly white sheet of complete shock spread across the young male's face, with all the pilots' faces staring at him in confusion and bewilderment.
"Wh-What'd you just say?" Wufei stammered.
"You didn't understand? That's odd, I thought that you knew your country's language.."
"No... I understood, but.. how could you have..."
"What did you say, Miss Shinsei?" Quatre asked curiously. Shinsei took a brief sideways glance at Wufei, who was still in slight shock, but at least the color was returning to his face. She felt somewhat sorry for the pilot, and "Nataku" wouldn't have wanted this...
"Umm.. Nothing Quatre, it's just gibberish."
'Wait a minute....' Wufei's head started to spin with information again... That girl.. He knew her from somewhere.. But where? Nataku? Nataku, no Meiran... The match... the wedding.. The Wedding.. THE WEDDING!!!
*Flashback*
It was the year After Colony 194. As required, all heirs to the Dragon Clan had to be wed at the age of 14. Being the smart guy he was (well somewhat), he had married the strongest girl in the clan: Meiran, who often called herself "Nataku". The wedding was on a bright, sunny day, when the match that was made by the fate of the heavens was about to become official. Back then, Wufei wasn't a fighter... He was a scholar and philosopher, and doing well in both areas. During the elaborate ceremony, the master had said something that troubled him, so he ran out....
He swiftly ran down the steps of the building that held the wedding.. HIS wedding. The master had simply stated something, yet an overpowered rage won him over that made him storm outside. Finally reaching the end of the steps, he nearly collapsed. Breathing and panting with tiny drops of sweat running down the side of his face, he lost all connection with the world outside him. Sure, marriage was an honorable thing, but it was all happening WAY too fast... He thought he could accept this whole thing, but it just.. It just couldn't be done.
Everything was a blur now... the elders, the court martials, the disappointed look on his would-be wife's face...
Everyone was inside now, talking with confused thoughts in their head about what had just happened. Strangely enough there was no one outside... not even a bored child tired of the stupid event wandering around somewhere. Everyone was inside.. But wait...
Wufei squinted his eyes and saw a lonely figure advancing towards him with slow, even steps. He simply watched the shadow coming nearer and nearer by the minute. Curiosity also stung at him, asking him why he, or she was the only one out here besides himself. Finally, the figure, (or more like she) had reached the lonely boy. She had blue eyes... blue eyes that glowed like the scales of a dragon... eyes that bore into his soul like a knife seething into his flesh...
Eyes that he recognized now in the present.
*Flashback ends*
"That's it!!" Wufei instantly exclaimed, while springing up from his seat. "I knew I saw you before.. You're that attendant from our inauguration!!"
A smile spread across the waitress's face, with some of the same mischief in her eyes from before.
"Precisely..."
~*Tsuzuku*~
Author's Note: Well... like so far? Now we gotta a little bit of Wufei into the story! There really isn't anything here I have to explain, don't think. Please!! I... need.. feedback!!! ARGH!!! Just e-mail me. Just no flames, if there's anything for you to flame me about...
"So a little get-together, eh?" Shinsei questioned the young pilots.
Sitting on a traditional Japanese table on the floor, the pilots and the young waitress were having a little chat in the time limit of 15 minutes that Shinsei had for her break. They briefly discussed about the war, the issues of the present moment, and some other little tidbits that happened to come up. Quatre, Duo, and Shinsei did most of the talking. Of course, this wasn't really odd. Heero and Trowa were usually the spectators during these conversations, but for Wufei... err... that's a different story...
Noticing that something was odd from the very start, Wufei joined the usually quiet duo (no pun untended) in watching the trio chat on and on of past events. Something just wasn't right... there was something about this girl that was out of the ordinary, something mysterious, yet familiar... and those eyes!! What kind of person had blue eyes, that GLOWED?! The information was spinning in his head, yet the facts he needed were right at the edge of his mind, yet he still couldn't put his finger on it...
"Is there something wrong Wufei?" Shinsei suddenly asked.
Caught off guard, Wufei stammered with a poor apology, leaving the mako-eyed girl with her eyebrows raised. Slowly, but surely, a smile crept across her face with a hint of mischief lurking in her glowing eyes.
Out of the blue, Shinsei asked in Chinese, "Are you thinking about Meiran?"
A ghostly white sheet of complete shock spread across the young male's face, with all the pilots' faces staring at him in confusion and bewilderment.
"Wh-What'd you just say?" Wufei stammered.
"You didn't understand? That's odd, I thought that you knew your country's language.."
"No... I understood, but.. how could you have..."
"What did you say, Miss Shinsei?" Quatre asked curiously. Shinsei took a brief sideways glance at Wufei, who was still in slight shock, but at least the color was returning to his face. She felt somewhat sorry for the pilot, and "Nataku" wouldn't have wanted this...
"Umm.. Nothing Quatre, it's just gibberish."
'Wait a minute....' Wufei's head started to spin with information again... That girl.. He knew her from somewhere.. But where? Nataku? Nataku, no Meiran... The match... the wedding.. The Wedding.. THE WEDDING!!!
*Flashback*
It was the year After Colony 194. As required, all heirs to the Dragon Clan had to be wed at the age of 14. Being the smart guy he was (well somewhat), he had married the strongest girl in the clan: Meiran, who often called herself "Nataku". The wedding was on a bright, sunny day, when the match that was made by the fate of the heavens was about to become official. Back then, Wufei wasn't a fighter... He was a scholar and philosopher, and doing well in both areas. During the elaborate ceremony, the master had said something that troubled him, so he ran out....
He swiftly ran down the steps of the building that held the wedding.. HIS wedding. The master had simply stated something, yet an overpowered rage won him over that made him storm outside. Finally reaching the end of the steps, he nearly collapsed. Breathing and panting with tiny drops of sweat running down the side of his face, he lost all connection with the world outside him. Sure, marriage was an honorable thing, but it was all happening WAY too fast... He thought he could accept this whole thing, but it just.. It just couldn't be done.
Everything was a blur now... the elders, the court martials, the disappointed look on his would-be wife's face...
Everyone was inside now, talking with confused thoughts in their head about what had just happened. Strangely enough there was no one outside... not even a bored child tired of the stupid event wandering around somewhere. Everyone was inside.. But wait...
Wufei squinted his eyes and saw a lonely figure advancing towards him with slow, even steps. He simply watched the shadow coming nearer and nearer by the minute. Curiosity also stung at him, asking him why he, or she was the only one out here besides himself. Finally, the figure, (or more like she) had reached the lonely boy. She had blue eyes... blue eyes that glowed like the scales of a dragon... eyes that bore into his soul like a knife seething into his flesh...
Eyes that he recognized now in the present.
*Flashback ends*
"That's it!!" Wufei instantly exclaimed, while springing up from his seat. "I knew I saw you before.. You're that attendant from our inauguration!!"
A smile spread across the waitress's face, with some of the same mischief in her eyes from before.
"Precisely..."
~*Tsuzuku*~
Author's Note: Well... like so far? Now we gotta a little bit of Wufei into the story! There really isn't anything here I have to explain, don't think. Please!! I... need.. feedback!!! ARGH!!! Just e-mail me. Just no flames, if there's anything for you to flame me about...