The Adventures Continued

As Kyte barged into a lodge on the other side of the woods from the tavern, she frightened a timid keeper. She took pity upon the keeper, for where ever she went, trouble soon followed. She sighed and removed her hood, approaching the keeper at the front desk and laid down ten francs.

"I'm sorry, please accept my apology by paying early for my guests," Kyte said, laying her hand on the other young woman's hand. "I have a feeling that they will be here by morning, so if you see them come in, just give them my room number, s'il vous plais." The keeper nodded and pulled out her book for Kyte to sign. She signed it and waited for a room number.

"Number six," she whispered. She was frightened and Kyte didn't blame her. She probably had a feeling in her gut that told her that there would be trouble.

"Six men should pop up any time. Remember, just give them my room number." She trotted up the stairs to room number six and entered it with a sigh. She knew that they would follow her and that they would find her. She set her bag down and began to undress. She unhooked her cape and hung it on the door hook, then she unbuckled her belt, doing the same with it. She pulled her tunic over her head and stuffed it into the bag, leaving her clad in her thigh highs, boots, underwear and turtleneck. She pulled the turtleneck off, disposing of it in the same way as the tunic and pulled off her boots, leaving them next to the bed. She reached into the bag and pulled out a black night shirt and put it on before taking off her tights. She groped in the bag again to pull out a pair of pants that matched the top. Now, having done all of this in the dark, she stepped forward to the bed before climbing in. As she closed her eyes, she knew that the men were getting closer to her.

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Kyte awoke that morning with a groan to see the six that she expected in her room. They must have just gotten there, seeing as Maxwell and Velasco both were too drunk to ride a horse the previous night. Yuy was sitting backwards in the chair in front of her bed, watching her intently with his deep blue eyes. Chang was sitting on the foot of the bed, Maxwell and Velasco were both sitting on the window seat of the room, barely conscious, Barton was standing against a wall and Winner was busying himself by reading a book while he sat in the plush, velvet chair across the room. Kyte sat up straight and swung her legs out of the bed and reached into her bag, not caring that the room was filled with men.

"Well," Yuy said. "Will you---" Kyte held her hand up as a sign for him to remain quiet. Kyte pulled her pajama shirt over her head and pulled her turtleneck and tunic on, giving the men a brief flash of her smooth back and black brassiere. She pulled off her pajama pants and slid her thigh highs on and then fastened her belt around her waist before pulling her boots on. She pulled her cape on and fastened it shut with a red brooch.

"I've already told you guys that I have no time for this," Kyte said, turning to face them. "I have a mission that needs to be taken care of and I don't have time to deal with you guys." As she slung her bag over her shoulder and moved towards the door, Wufei came to block her path. He held her shoulders in his hands and she struggled, trying to wrench free from his grasp. "Let go of me, CHANG!" Wufei pressed his fingers into the dip in her collar bone, sending her to sleep. "Aahhh. . ." She went limp in his arms and he picked her up and walked out of the room with the other men following him. As the teller saw the men leaving with Kyte resting in Wufei's arms, she protested.

"I believe that she wanted to at least have her breakfast," she objected, standing from the chair behind the desk. Wufei let out a growl and she sat down, but with an indignant look on her face.

"Sorry 'bout that," Zach said, following the others quietly. "They don't know how to behave themselves." He hurried out the door after the others so that he wouldn't be left behind and mounted his horse. Wufei held Kyte in his arms while mounting and held her tightly when he nudged his horse.

"Go," he said, making the horse run off into the woods. As they all rode along, Kyte snuggled closer to him, making him blush, but then shake his head to clear the glow. Kyte even murmured his name before making a small fist and hitting him softly. He laughed, knowing that he could put her to sleep, but that he could never take the fight out of her. They were all to return to Quatre's castle, which was just on the other side of the woods, past the first tavern. Once they got to the castle, Wufei dismounted and still carried the young woman in his arms.

"Where are we going to put her?"

"She can stay in my room tonight." As Wufei entered his room, he could see the sun setting beneath the horizon through his large windows. The sky was painted reds and golds, and he knew that, had she been awake, Kyte would have loved the view. He pulled her bag from her shoulders and laid it on the floor before pulling her cape off of her. He unhooked her boots and belt, letting it all drop to the floor. Then, he pulled the covers of his bed back and laid her to rest under them, before tucking her in. She moaned quietly before grasping his hand as he brushed her hair from her face.

"Chang. . . ," she whispered before drifting into a deep dream state and letting go of him.

"Sleep well, Phoenix." He turned and pulled the curtains shut before leaving the room. He gave on last long look to her sleeping form before silently shutting the door.

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The next morning, Kyte stirred in Wufei's bed, groaning and clutching at the sheets as she inhaled the familiar scent of Wufei. He smelled just like cinnamon and frankincense. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around a form that she hadn't felt in years. She whimpered, waking the person she held. He wrapped his arms around her and moved to kiss her forehead. As she opened her eyes, Kyte could see a pale chest of sculpted muscle and then she looked up to see Wufei, his onyx eyes filled with worry. She panicked and pulled away, pushing him back as well. He caught her wrist in his hand, encasing the small limb.

"Calm down," Wufei cooed, pulling her back to him. He lifted the top sheet to show that he was under that one and she was under the other two. "Nothing happened."

"Let go of me, Chang," Kyte yelled, trying to pull free. He pulled her too hard and she came crashing into him, her lips smashing into his. He couldn't help but try to deepen it, only to heave her slightly respond. It was soft, and she let it go on for a short time before pulling away and pressing her palm to his lips. "Chang--"

"My name is Wufei. Don't call me by my last name anymore."

"Anyway, Wufei, you need to stop. This is wrong." She pulled her wrist from his grip and slid out of the bed. She slid on her boots and left the room. Wufei swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked out at the sunrise. He sighed as he wiped his brow and thought about the girl that had just left his arms.

"Dammit, Kyte. Why are you running away from me?"