Here we are, the second part! It's shorter than the first, namely because I update sporadically and when I sit down to write, I do it in whole scenes. So I figured it would best to put this up NOW, not 5 months later when I've finished 10 more scenes or whatever. This is, as promised, the suffering of Wufei.

But first! Must not forget my two reviewers. ^ ^

Micro-chick: Heh. You got me. Quatre/Trowa was made obvious last part, and this part? I think everyone here is smart enough to work out that there's going to be Wufei/Treize. But there's still one more pairing you haven't guessed yet!

Quatregael: Why? Well, not even THEY know that. They just do as they're told, like good little Gundam pilots. However, the reason will become apparent eventually. I'll give you a hint: it involves sadistic doctors making bargains behind other people's backs.

Now, onwards!

Wufei ducked behind a wall and sank down to lie on the sand, freezing as he heard someone swimming past. Since Duo's inconsiderate departure several hours earlier, he had been without rest. He hadn't believed the statement about the guards at first, but several unfortunate encounters later he reluctantly had to concede that Treize was indeed hunting him down like a wild animal. It wasn't a pleasant concept, to say the least.

 Every time Wufei was spotted by one of Treize's minions, his only choices aside from staying out of sight were to flee or fight. He really hated having to hide, but running away was surprisingly difficult and killing merfolk didn't really achieve anything. Trieze seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of minions willing to do his bidding, and would keep sending them after Wufei in a constant stream. They were unstoppable, and a trail of destruction would only serve to make him more conspicuous.

 Wufei was running out of hiding places, however, and it wasn't too long before he'd have nowhere else to run. Worst of all, he knew it. Treize was going to catch him completely defenceless- no Gundam, no sword, no backup, and with the lack of gravity, even resorting to punching and kicking wasn't looking like an option. He suppressed a shudder. This wasn't going to be pretty. Who knew what Treize might do to him?

 Wufei checked that the coast was clear before bolting towards the next building, but his luck had run out. The guards had finally caught up, and it didn't take much time until he was well and truly captured. In retrospect, swimming near the palace probably hadn't been such a good idea after all. There was less distance for him to execute his escape in, for one thing. Not that it would have done Wufei much good either way; even if he had been given twice as long before being brought in front of Treize, it probably wouldn't have helped all that much. It just wasn't the same being dragged kicking and screaming when one couldn't kick properly, or indeed, be dragged correctly. It was more like being yanked unevenly through the water. Wufei was just glad he could still scream. By all rights, it technically should have come up as a strangled gurgle, but a suspension of all the laws of nature was perfectly fine with him. This was still a faerie tale.

 Seeing the smug smirk adorning Treize's face, Wufei snarled. He began struggling twice as hard, never mind the fact he was only creating bruises on his arms as opposed to weakening the hold the mermen had on him. Treize merely continued to look mildly amused.

 "Why, my young dragon, were you so objectionable to visiting the palace? One would think you didn't like me!"

 Wufei spat at the so-called King's feet, or at least tried to. His efforts were hampered by the fact that you can't really spit when surrounded by water, but the gesture was there.

 "You," Wufei hissed, eyes flashing with pure hatred, "are completely devoid of any sense of honour. I'm sorry for assuming you were worthy to be my enemy; I was obviously mistaken."

 Treize raised a delicately forked eyebrow. "Ouch."

 "Furthermore," Wufei went on, "my name is not dragon. Nor is it Wu-man, Wuffers, Wuffie or any other abominable deviation! You and everyone else will in future refer to me only as Chang Wufei and nothing else!"

 Treize blinked. "Wu-man? Who on earth calls you-"

 Wufei's eyes glinted menacingly. "Watch it."

 Treize changed his statement hurriedly. "My apologies, Chang Wufei. I meant no insult by calling you dragon. They are noble creatures, and I was implying that you also-"

 "Another thing! I am not yours, so don't say I am! Oh, and as for calling me Chang Wufei? I've changed my mind. If you use my name, you'll just dirty it, so I'd prefer you just not to talk to me at all."

 Treize, for once, found himself speechless. Wufei's outraged speech had left him rather bewildered, so he could only stare at the merboy before him. The guards had let go out of pure shock by now, so that wasn't an obstacle. Wufei would have stormed off around about then, but it was made a bit hard by the fact that you can't really storm off with a fishtail instead of legs. Duo was right- being a merperson did suck.

 As Treize motioned for the guards to lock Wufei up in one of the palace rooms, Wufei reflected miserably that at least his dignity was still intact. The room was surprisingly comfortable, too. Weird.

Yay, Wufei is captur-ed. Next time: a really, really smug Treize. He thinks he's damn fine. Wufei doesn't really agree.