Hey, this is an idea that has been floating around in my head for awhile. I decided to post it because it's only going to be at the max 5 chapters long. It also gives me a break from writing my other fics, in which I'm having major writer's block in, so expect any other chapter's in my other ones to be posted very slowly. Okay, enough with the jabbering, here it is.
Disclaimer-Wishful Thinker does not own Gundam Wing, no matter how much she wishes.
*sighs * It's very sad. I may be changing a bit of your previous knowledge of Gundam Wing to fit with my plot line. Okay, here it goes.
Death's Lessons
Chang Wufei was sitting at his desk, staring wearily at the stack of paper work that seemed to be growing by the second. The preventors had raided out 2 warehouses of illegal drugs 2 days ago and everyone that had participated had to fill out all the forms. Sighing, the Chinese man straightened up and picked up his favorite pen to begin the tedious task again. But instead of reading the paper infront of him, he stared at his pen. It was blood red in colour and a gold dragon snaked up the side of it. He wasn't sure why he liked it so much, half the time it didn't work and it always seemed to be distracting him, like now. For some reason, he couldn't bear to throw it out. It reminded him of someone, but who it was, was still a mystery in his mind.
"I've got to concentrate. The faster these are filled out, the faster I can go home" he mumbled under his breath, trying once more to concentrate on the paper infront of him. This time, it wasn't his pen that distracted him; it was a knock at the door.
"Who could it be? Everyone is swapped with work too," Wufei thought confusedly, then called out "who is it?"
"It's Sally, your ever loving boss" Sally's voice called back, slightly muffed because of the piece of wood separating them.
"Come in onna" Wufei called back tiredly. This was one person he didn't need to see right now.
Sally opened the door and steeped inside of Wufei's immaculate office, and closed the door behind her. She clearly wasn't impressed by the 'onna' comment. "I have a name you know" she retorted. "I am your boss, you should treat me with more respect".
"Sorry" Wufei grunted, hunching his shoulders. Sally nearly fell over with shock.
"Woah, today's my lucky day. I've never heard you say sorry before" she commented teasingly. Wufei tensed.
"Is there a reason you came in here or do you just like to distract me?" he replied angrily.
"Actually, there is a reason this time. I thought you might like to know that your old friends are coming for a visit" Sally explained cheerfully. "Well, except Heero, nobody can seem to find him, not even Quatre".
"Hn"
"Aren't you the least bit excited?" Sally demanded. Wufei looked up at her, his face calm.
"I'm happy that there coming but that doesn't give me any reason not to finish my work, which you are distracting me from and if you don't leave soon, I will throw all these papers at you". Sally blinked. Wufei did indeed look very agitated.
"Tell you what, why don't you take the rest of the day off. It looks like you need some sleep" she suggested gently.
"Hn".
"I'll fill out the rest of your paper work for you" Sally said coyly. At this bride, Wufei's body perked up a bit.
"What's the catch?" he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.
"That catch is that you go home and get some sleep and come back here tomorrow refreshed" she finished. Wufei slowly stood up, pushing his chair away.
"I think I might take you up on that suggestion" he grunted, grabbing some paper's to take home with him. Sally walked over to the desk and swatted the papers out of his hand.
"When I mean sleep, I don't mean bring all the work home, then go to bed at 3 a.m. I mean, leave everything here and get out" she growled. Wufei smiled slightly.
"Fine, you win but I'll be back early tomorrow" he warned.
" Whatever". Wufei hesitated before he grabbed his favorite pen and stuffed it in his pocket.
"See you tomorrow then" he called out as he exited.
"Get some rest" Sally called back, reading over the already completed papers.
*~*
Wufei slowly walked down the street towards his apartment. Stopping at the drug store, he picked up a newspaper and almost dropped it in surprise when he saw the date.
"I didn't realize it was that late in the month," he thought sadly. It was May 25, Merien's birthday; it had also been the day that she had died.
*flashback*
There was nothing he could do except watch as Merien battled in the stolen mobile suit. "What do you think you're doing?" he cried through the communicator.
"I've saving our clan, something that you are too weak to do" she yelled, dodging a few more shots.
*end flashback *
Wufei shook his head clear. He did not need to relieve that day. He already knew the outcome. Merien would be over powered, then she would die, end of story. Setting the paper back on the shelf, Wufei walked out of the store, wanting to get home as soon as possible. As soon as he reached the last stretch of road before the building, he broke out into a run, trying to escape the memories.
"It's all my fault. I am too weak. I couldn't save her" Wufei's mind screamed at him as he bolted up the stairs. Fumbling in his pocket, he finally found his key and stuck it in the lock with a shaking hand. It took a few tries but he finally got it open. He slid inside and slammed the door shut and locked it as though that would stop his memories from following him.
Letting out a shaky sigh, he reached to turn on the lights but a slight noise from the far corner of the entrance stopped him. He wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" he called out fiercely, taking a fighting stance. He carefully reached out to turn on the light once again, but who ever it was grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, in such a way that if he tried to move it, it would snap.
"Tsk, tsk, my friend, you've let yourself get out of shape" the voice drawled, placing something cold and metallic against the base of Wufei's neck.
"That voice, it sounds so familiar" Wufei thought, swallowing his fear. "Who are you?"
"You know me quite well. Just think back. You should recognize the fell of this katana too. You've felt it enough times on your throat," the assailant said lazily, as though she/he had nothing better to do but tease Wufei.
The Chinese man's face paled as more memories came flooding back to him. "It can't be you, you're dead" he croaked, getting a little scared now.
"Then you are weak for letting yourself be overpowered by a dead person. Maybe I should kill you just to prove that I'm still living" the voice suggested, pressing the katana deeper into Wufei's skin. Wufei gulped. He knew that this person would kill him without hesitation too.
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TBC? Or should I drop it?
It's your choice
So review if you think I should keep it or drop it.
Were Wufei and Sally too OOC?
Wishful Thinker
Disclaimer-Wishful Thinker does not own Gundam Wing, no matter how much she wishes.
*sighs * It's very sad. I may be changing a bit of your previous knowledge of Gundam Wing to fit with my plot line. Okay, here it goes.
Death's Lessons
Chang Wufei was sitting at his desk, staring wearily at the stack of paper work that seemed to be growing by the second. The preventors had raided out 2 warehouses of illegal drugs 2 days ago and everyone that had participated had to fill out all the forms. Sighing, the Chinese man straightened up and picked up his favorite pen to begin the tedious task again. But instead of reading the paper infront of him, he stared at his pen. It was blood red in colour and a gold dragon snaked up the side of it. He wasn't sure why he liked it so much, half the time it didn't work and it always seemed to be distracting him, like now. For some reason, he couldn't bear to throw it out. It reminded him of someone, but who it was, was still a mystery in his mind.
"I've got to concentrate. The faster these are filled out, the faster I can go home" he mumbled under his breath, trying once more to concentrate on the paper infront of him. This time, it wasn't his pen that distracted him; it was a knock at the door.
"Who could it be? Everyone is swapped with work too," Wufei thought confusedly, then called out "who is it?"
"It's Sally, your ever loving boss" Sally's voice called back, slightly muffed because of the piece of wood separating them.
"Come in onna" Wufei called back tiredly. This was one person he didn't need to see right now.
Sally opened the door and steeped inside of Wufei's immaculate office, and closed the door behind her. She clearly wasn't impressed by the 'onna' comment. "I have a name you know" she retorted. "I am your boss, you should treat me with more respect".
"Sorry" Wufei grunted, hunching his shoulders. Sally nearly fell over with shock.
"Woah, today's my lucky day. I've never heard you say sorry before" she commented teasingly. Wufei tensed.
"Is there a reason you came in here or do you just like to distract me?" he replied angrily.
"Actually, there is a reason this time. I thought you might like to know that your old friends are coming for a visit" Sally explained cheerfully. "Well, except Heero, nobody can seem to find him, not even Quatre".
"Hn"
"Aren't you the least bit excited?" Sally demanded. Wufei looked up at her, his face calm.
"I'm happy that there coming but that doesn't give me any reason not to finish my work, which you are distracting me from and if you don't leave soon, I will throw all these papers at you". Sally blinked. Wufei did indeed look very agitated.
"Tell you what, why don't you take the rest of the day off. It looks like you need some sleep" she suggested gently.
"Hn".
"I'll fill out the rest of your paper work for you" Sally said coyly. At this bride, Wufei's body perked up a bit.
"What's the catch?" he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.
"That catch is that you go home and get some sleep and come back here tomorrow refreshed" she finished. Wufei slowly stood up, pushing his chair away.
"I think I might take you up on that suggestion" he grunted, grabbing some paper's to take home with him. Sally walked over to the desk and swatted the papers out of his hand.
"When I mean sleep, I don't mean bring all the work home, then go to bed at 3 a.m. I mean, leave everything here and get out" she growled. Wufei smiled slightly.
"Fine, you win but I'll be back early tomorrow" he warned.
" Whatever". Wufei hesitated before he grabbed his favorite pen and stuffed it in his pocket.
"See you tomorrow then" he called out as he exited.
"Get some rest" Sally called back, reading over the already completed papers.
*~*
Wufei slowly walked down the street towards his apartment. Stopping at the drug store, he picked up a newspaper and almost dropped it in surprise when he saw the date.
"I didn't realize it was that late in the month," he thought sadly. It was May 25, Merien's birthday; it had also been the day that she had died.
*flashback*
There was nothing he could do except watch as Merien battled in the stolen mobile suit. "What do you think you're doing?" he cried through the communicator.
"I've saving our clan, something that you are too weak to do" she yelled, dodging a few more shots.
*end flashback *
Wufei shook his head clear. He did not need to relieve that day. He already knew the outcome. Merien would be over powered, then she would die, end of story. Setting the paper back on the shelf, Wufei walked out of the store, wanting to get home as soon as possible. As soon as he reached the last stretch of road before the building, he broke out into a run, trying to escape the memories.
"It's all my fault. I am too weak. I couldn't save her" Wufei's mind screamed at him as he bolted up the stairs. Fumbling in his pocket, he finally found his key and stuck it in the lock with a shaking hand. It took a few tries but he finally got it open. He slid inside and slammed the door shut and locked it as though that would stop his memories from following him.
Letting out a shaky sigh, he reached to turn on the lights but a slight noise from the far corner of the entrance stopped him. He wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" he called out fiercely, taking a fighting stance. He carefully reached out to turn on the light once again, but who ever it was grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, in such a way that if he tried to move it, it would snap.
"Tsk, tsk, my friend, you've let yourself get out of shape" the voice drawled, placing something cold and metallic against the base of Wufei's neck.
"That voice, it sounds so familiar" Wufei thought, swallowing his fear. "Who are you?"
"You know me quite well. Just think back. You should recognize the fell of this katana too. You've felt it enough times on your throat," the assailant said lazily, as though she/he had nothing better to do but tease Wufei.
The Chinese man's face paled as more memories came flooding back to him. "It can't be you, you're dead" he croaked, getting a little scared now.
"Then you are weak for letting yourself be overpowered by a dead person. Maybe I should kill you just to prove that I'm still living" the voice suggested, pressing the katana deeper into Wufei's skin. Wufei gulped. He knew that this person would kill him without hesitation too.
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TBC? Or should I drop it?
It's your choice
So review if you think I should keep it or drop it.
Were Wufei and Sally too OOC?
Wishful Thinker