Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. The all are property of their own specific companies.

Warning: PG- yaoi warning. Nothing in this chapter. I still don't know if I'll finish this. All depends on you. I know I have the age wrong with Wufei- but I DON'T CARE!!

A parody of The Four Season's December '63 (Oh What A Night)- in the chapters ahead.

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Wufei walked into the tiny cold office of Master O. He was a tall, bald man with a prominent forehead. He was sitting behind a cluttered metal desk looking over an energy-reduction for the 'revolutionary' suit he was building. Wufei had only seen the man once before and got a bad feeling around him. There was something about the doctor that made Wufei stay on edge.

He was only here because he wanted revenge for her death. She was his wife. He. was only 12 at the time he was arranged to marry her. At first, the two hated each other, but as the months went by he son began to love her. It was not until she died that realized his love. He is now 15 and he vowed to have revenge for her death. He was never the fighter. She was. He was the scholar. When he learned that a certain Doctor was looking for a pilot, he came as soon as possible. Maybe this doctor will train him to become who he wants to be.

"Ahem." He politely coughed to get the man's attention.

The master looked up and saw Wufei. He searched through the pile of papers on his desk until he found the one he was looking for.

"Ah...Chang Wufei is it?"

"Yes."

"So, you want to pilot my suit, eh?"

He got up from his metal chair, paper in hand, and walked around the Chinese youth looking him over. "You're a bit skinny and not at all muscular. What makes you believe you are soldier material?"

Wufei calmly replied. "I learn quickly. Any training you subject me to I will overcome. I may be weak physically (definitely not the Wufei we all know and love! ^.^), but I am fast. I am intelligent. What good is strength without wisdom? I will learn."

"It says here that you are number one in your class. Why do you want to join the military so young?"

"..." silence. He was trying to hide his rage at the mental image of her body came up in his mind.

"Ah, I see. Rage is good. You've impressed me so far." Wufei blinked, his rage gone and surprise setting in. The master walked over to his desk and pushed a button. "I would like to see the other doctors as soon as possible." He then turned to Wufei.

"Your training will be for exactly 548 days. The location is confidential and you will be forced to either survive or perish. If you accept those conditions meet here at the helicopter pad tomorrow at 0600 hours, ready to begin." And just as quickly as this was said he was escorted out of the building.

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The bus ride back to the hotel he was staying in was short and he soon found himself laid out on his rotting bed. He heard the creaks, but felt numb, as though there was no feeling in his arms or legs.

/ Do I go? I have nothing here, so why shouldn't I? My bags are already packed./ He turned his head and scanned his unopened duffle bag./ Do I really need anything though? Won't they provide me with a training uniform and food? Of course they will./ He concluded that all he really need was an extra outfit and sweater, his comb, toothbrush and toothpaste. He looked at the brand new journal he bought a couple weeks ago. It was a hard back with a leather cover. He flipped through the pages and reveled in how clean and while they were. / Why not? I might read this twenty years from now and get lost in memories./ He put the journal and pens in the bag as well. He took a long, hot shower then fell asleep.

~*~~**~~**The next day- AC 193- 0600 hours- Location: Confedential**~~**~~**~

The helicopter was already on the pad and the pilots were doing the final check. Wufei was in his white pants and wearing a dark navy shirt (not the one with the dragon imprint! I like that shirt, I don't wanna ruin it! Oops. Foreshadowing. ~laughs~ I haven't been paying attention in Trig, but I have in English! No Da!) A large man wearing BDUs came walking, toward the young man.

"You Chang?" Wufei nodded and the man took his bags.

"Hi, name's Sergeant Smith." Smith shoved out his hand waiting for it to be shook when Wufei immediately bow respectfully, then shook his hand.

"Weird." The Sergeant gave Wufei a funny look then carried his bags to the helicopter and put them in the cargo.

"Get in, we're leaving."

"Where's the Doctor?" asked Wufei climbing into the passenger seat.

"He's not coming. I know where to drop you off though."

"Oh."

The helicopter ride took longer then Wufei had expected and he lightly napped. He was shoved awake as Smith threw him out of the helicopter and down to the ground. He looked around himself frantically, not knowing what was going on.

He looked up at Smith and asked, amazed, "Wha?...Where?..." That's when he realized Sergeant Smith was throwing his duffle out of the helicopter then getting back in the pilot's seat.

"Sorry kid! Doctor's orders! He said to tell you, if you survive 548 days here, then he will have you trained by the world's best martial artists. Don't die!"

He then started lifting the helicopter off the ground and as he did he yelled. "I hate doing this to ya!" and with that he was gone.

Wufei sat up and grabbed his duffle bag, holding it protectively to his chest. /Great! Just great! A year and a half out here!...great!/ He slowly got to his feet and trudged across the field and into the forest. Little did he know he was being watched.

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Do you want me to continue? If I get 10 reviews on this then I will. It's going to be another long one. No Japanese in this one. Please R&R, Ja Ne!