Gomen nasai for not putting up more sooner! I've been busy with
school stuff, so I didn't have time to write! But be prepared
for some Wufei angst now! ^^
And thanks to everyone that reviewed! I hope to pull in more readers as the story develops, even though only having a few makes me the happiest person in the world. ^^
I'm glad you all are liking it so far!
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"...And?"
"And what?"
"It sounded like you were about to add something to that."
"It's nothing major," Wufei was shocked at the disregard in his voice that came so easily, as if he were only talking about the weather. Certainly Heero couldn't tell that Duo was having a nice little walk down memory lane in a drug-induced delirium. "D- Maxwell just got a little beat up. That's all."
There was a pause as Heero tried to decrypt Wufei's stammering, but didn't divulge to the Chinese that he suspected more than he was saying. "Hn. Not surprising."
Furious at himself for showing a sign of weakness, Wufei snorted derisively to Heero's remark, reverting to normal. "Yes, fooling around as usual. But other than that, everything went smoothly and we should be returning within the next couple of days, once the buzz dies down."
Another "Hn." And the connection was cut.
Though, it only took one glance at Duo to quickly melt his anger away again and Wufei went back to his perch on the coffee table, feeling extremely troubled. To them emotions were on/off switches, on when they were needed, which was very rare, and more than likely off. Cold.
Emotions only made you look weak in battle, they were useless. Weren't they? Being one so accustomed to that, the strange, long suppressed sensation that grew in his heart as he learned all these new things about Duo was almost alien. What was it?
Understanding? Able to see himself when he looked at Duo suffering? But, if that were it, why couldn't his feelings be expressed just as naturally as his? It didn't look too difficult. That answer was easy.
Soldiers are not allowed to have emotions.
Yet even as that crossed his mind, Wufei saw his rough hand shakily reach out and touch Duo's cheek, still soaked in sweat and the tears that continued to flow silently.
'Impudent fool. You are weak, acting like a woman.' His soldier instincts kept repeating it, but for once, he ignored them. As scared as he was of these unfamiliar, raw emotions, one he least expected made a lump rise in his throat. He had only felt it once, but it was enough to remember that one time and that is what alarmed him so much.
"Nataku..." Wufei whispered. "Forgive me..."
***
She had prided herself in being the strongest of her clan. When he was to become her husband, she openly scoffed that he was too weak and would never be suitable enough to be an heir to the Long family. Which didn't bother him in the slightest because he didn't want it either, as a matter of fact he told them all to go to Hell. But they didn't have a choice in the situation, it was tradition.
One day, as he sat in the field of flowers reading a book, she came tramping up the hillside looking livid.
"You would think being married to Nataku would make you into a real man," she sniffed, glaring at the open book in his hand. He ignored her. "WUFEI! Why don't practice martial arts like -real- men do?!"
Wufei shut his book and calmly looked up at her. "Why do you fight? Why do you insist on calling yourself 'Nataku', Meilan?" he answered placidly, only enraging her more.
"To uphold justice!" she retorted.
"Is there really such as thing as justice?"
"Shall I show you?" Her onyx eyes glinted with the thirst for battle and sneered smugly.
"Fine." Wufei put his book down and took off his glasses, carefully putting them on top of the book as he got up. Dusting off the back of his knee-length Chinese style jerkin, he gave 'Nataku' a disarming smile and bowed, getting into perfect fighting stance. She charged head on, only to be sidestepped easily by him and being kicked to the ground hard. It began to rain. 'Nataku' wavered on her hands and knees in shock.
"Justice exists.But only for one's convenience." She whipped her hurt pride filled gaze up at Wufei as he spoke, merely pushing back his wet, shoulder length black hair from his face and put his glasses on, tucking his book inside the jerkin. "A fight based on such a thing as justice is pointless." He turned his nose up somewhat, looking down on her with contempt. "Nataku, eh? You chose a much too arrogant name for yourself..."
Just days later, OZ attacked the colony with a fleet of mobile suits. Ashamed of being beaten by the 'boarding school brat' in their fight, Meilan jumped into one of the mobile suits that Master O had been working on, despite of his warnings that a woman couldn't handle it. By the time Wufei had learned about it, she was already in the midst of battle. He took Shenlong, even though it had no weapons installed yet, to bring her back before she got herself injured worse.
"Meilan! Go home! This is no place for a woman to be!" He floated behind her, yelling over his vid-com connection.
"I am not a woman! I am Nataku!" Meilan argued stubbornly.
"Onna! I am your husband and you will listen to me!" he exclaimed.
She turned around to face him. It was then that she saw an OZ suit powering up its beam cannon to blast Wufei from behind, he was so intent on getting her out of the fight, she was sure he didn't know. Meilan darted around Shenlong just as the shot was released. Wufei watched in horror as her mobile suit just seemed to disintegrate in the wake of the blast.
***
"I was strong, wasn't I? Just like Nataku..."
"Yes Meilan, you were strong."
"I'm not Meilan, I am Nataku."
"Yes, I'm sorry, from now on I'll only call you Nataku..."
"Good."
Wufei held Meilan in his arms just as he had Duo, standing in the field of flowers a few minutes after the explosion. She had managed to make it out of the suit before the beam cannon's discharge actually hit, and he had found her among the debris. There was a moment of calm silence between them then-
"Nataku? Come on, wake up, you have yet to fully accept me as your husband!"
***
[Yes, for those who haven't seen pictures or read the info book 'Gundam Wing: Episode Zero', before becoming a Gundam pilot, Wufei was a boarding school 'brat' (as his wife so lovingly called him) who had glasses and wore his hair down instead of the uptight ponytail. ^^]
And thanks to everyone that reviewed! I hope to pull in more readers as the story develops, even though only having a few makes me the happiest person in the world. ^^
I'm glad you all are liking it so far!
***
"...And?"
"And what?"
"It sounded like you were about to add something to that."
"It's nothing major," Wufei was shocked at the disregard in his voice that came so easily, as if he were only talking about the weather. Certainly Heero couldn't tell that Duo was having a nice little walk down memory lane in a drug-induced delirium. "D- Maxwell just got a little beat up. That's all."
There was a pause as Heero tried to decrypt Wufei's stammering, but didn't divulge to the Chinese that he suspected more than he was saying. "Hn. Not surprising."
Furious at himself for showing a sign of weakness, Wufei snorted derisively to Heero's remark, reverting to normal. "Yes, fooling around as usual. But other than that, everything went smoothly and we should be returning within the next couple of days, once the buzz dies down."
Another "Hn." And the connection was cut.
Though, it only took one glance at Duo to quickly melt his anger away again and Wufei went back to his perch on the coffee table, feeling extremely troubled. To them emotions were on/off switches, on when they were needed, which was very rare, and more than likely off. Cold.
Emotions only made you look weak in battle, they were useless. Weren't they? Being one so accustomed to that, the strange, long suppressed sensation that grew in his heart as he learned all these new things about Duo was almost alien. What was it?
Understanding? Able to see himself when he looked at Duo suffering? But, if that were it, why couldn't his feelings be expressed just as naturally as his? It didn't look too difficult. That answer was easy.
Soldiers are not allowed to have emotions.
Yet even as that crossed his mind, Wufei saw his rough hand shakily reach out and touch Duo's cheek, still soaked in sweat and the tears that continued to flow silently.
'Impudent fool. You are weak, acting like a woman.' His soldier instincts kept repeating it, but for once, he ignored them. As scared as he was of these unfamiliar, raw emotions, one he least expected made a lump rise in his throat. He had only felt it once, but it was enough to remember that one time and that is what alarmed him so much.
"Nataku..." Wufei whispered. "Forgive me..."
***
She had prided herself in being the strongest of her clan. When he was to become her husband, she openly scoffed that he was too weak and would never be suitable enough to be an heir to the Long family. Which didn't bother him in the slightest because he didn't want it either, as a matter of fact he told them all to go to Hell. But they didn't have a choice in the situation, it was tradition.
One day, as he sat in the field of flowers reading a book, she came tramping up the hillside looking livid.
"You would think being married to Nataku would make you into a real man," she sniffed, glaring at the open book in his hand. He ignored her. "WUFEI! Why don't practice martial arts like -real- men do?!"
Wufei shut his book and calmly looked up at her. "Why do you fight? Why do you insist on calling yourself 'Nataku', Meilan?" he answered placidly, only enraging her more.
"To uphold justice!" she retorted.
"Is there really such as thing as justice?"
"Shall I show you?" Her onyx eyes glinted with the thirst for battle and sneered smugly.
"Fine." Wufei put his book down and took off his glasses, carefully putting them on top of the book as he got up. Dusting off the back of his knee-length Chinese style jerkin, he gave 'Nataku' a disarming smile and bowed, getting into perfect fighting stance. She charged head on, only to be sidestepped easily by him and being kicked to the ground hard. It began to rain. 'Nataku' wavered on her hands and knees in shock.
"Justice exists.But only for one's convenience." She whipped her hurt pride filled gaze up at Wufei as he spoke, merely pushing back his wet, shoulder length black hair from his face and put his glasses on, tucking his book inside the jerkin. "A fight based on such a thing as justice is pointless." He turned his nose up somewhat, looking down on her with contempt. "Nataku, eh? You chose a much too arrogant name for yourself..."
Just days later, OZ attacked the colony with a fleet of mobile suits. Ashamed of being beaten by the 'boarding school brat' in their fight, Meilan jumped into one of the mobile suits that Master O had been working on, despite of his warnings that a woman couldn't handle it. By the time Wufei had learned about it, she was already in the midst of battle. He took Shenlong, even though it had no weapons installed yet, to bring her back before she got herself injured worse.
"Meilan! Go home! This is no place for a woman to be!" He floated behind her, yelling over his vid-com connection.
"I am not a woman! I am Nataku!" Meilan argued stubbornly.
"Onna! I am your husband and you will listen to me!" he exclaimed.
She turned around to face him. It was then that she saw an OZ suit powering up its beam cannon to blast Wufei from behind, he was so intent on getting her out of the fight, she was sure he didn't know. Meilan darted around Shenlong just as the shot was released. Wufei watched in horror as her mobile suit just seemed to disintegrate in the wake of the blast.
***
"I was strong, wasn't I? Just like Nataku..."
"Yes Meilan, you were strong."
"I'm not Meilan, I am Nataku."
"Yes, I'm sorry, from now on I'll only call you Nataku..."
"Good."
Wufei held Meilan in his arms just as he had Duo, standing in the field of flowers a few minutes after the explosion. She had managed to make it out of the suit before the beam cannon's discharge actually hit, and he had found her among the debris. There was a moment of calm silence between them then-
"Nataku? Come on, wake up, you have yet to fully accept me as your husband!"
***
[Yes, for those who haven't seen pictures or read the info book 'Gundam Wing: Episode Zero', before becoming a Gundam pilot, Wufei was a boarding school 'brat' (as his wife so lovingly called him) who had glasses and wore his hair down instead of the uptight ponytail. ^^]