What if: Myth

By Prinder

A gundam wing fan fiction

Rating: PG 13- R for swearing, violent situations and suggestive dialog.

Notes: this is a non-yaoi, AU, action/romance story, Possible OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or any of its characters. I also do not own Felina or Jasmine they were so gratefully lent to me by my dear role-playing friend Ashley.

Keys:

"…" Indicates talking

'…' Indicates thinking

(Notes from me)

Chapter 3

Millardo ran down the hall and into his sister's room when he heard the door burst open. With Lucrezea right at his heels he stopped in front of his beloved little sister sitting on the floor among the broken glass, spilled oils and powders.

"Relena! Are you all right? What happened?" He asked quickly and he dropped to his knees, picked her up and re-deposited her onto her bed.

"I'm fine brother, he just got scared and ran away" Relena replied as she sat up.

"Who got scared Relena?" Lucrezia asked, worried.

"Heero" Relena replied.

"Who is he? What was he doing in here? Did he touch you? If he so much as…." Milliardo let his sentence drag off.

"I'm fine Milliardo! I am! He was asleep… I don't think he knew what was going on either… he didn't hurt me at all… in fact I think he was worried about me hurting him" Relena replied as she set a reassuring hand on her big brother's shoulder.

"He was asleep? What did he look like Relena?" Lucrezia asked as she sat down on the bed next to her.

"He looked… he looked odd, his hair looked spiky, but soft at the same time, and it was a brownish green… like the leaves just before the first snow fall, he had dark olive skin and leather clothes… he pulled a knife…"

"HE DID WHAT?" Milliardo yelled.

"Milliardo… let her finish" Lucrezia said soothingly to him.

"It was old, and jagged… it was used a lot… I wonder if he made it himself…I remember his eyes best…. Dark, deep, beautiful… like ice, like glass, cold… but… the fire behind them… they were the richest blue I have ever seen in my life! It was like looking into the deepest part of the ocean… and…. And… I'm sorry, that's all I can remember" Relena finished, sadly.

"You did fine Relena… We'll hunt him down and He'll…"

"What? He didn't do anything to me. Why do that to him Milliardo? He doesn't deserve that" Relena whispered with a confused look on her face.

"Perhaps I can explain things Milliardo" Traize said as he walked into the room, his long cape flowing behind him.

"Hum… is that so?"

"King Traize? What are you going here?" Relena asked.

"To help you of course young princess" Traize replied.

"Oh my gods! Relena! Your awake!" Milliardo exclaimed, realization dawning on him.

"… Yes…" Relena replied slowly.

'It took him this long to realize that? Maybe he isn't well…' she thought.

"So the dryad helped after all" Traize remarked.

"Dryad?" Relena was getting more and more confused by the minute. 'What is going on here?'

"You mean you let him in here without me?" Milliardo said, ignoring Relena and shooting a glare in Traize's direction.

"Yes, that's right, I didn't want to waste a second… you knew just as well as I did that Relena's condition was getting worse" Traize replied calmly, un-phased by Milliardo in the least.

"What condition? What is going on here? Lucrezia! Why won't they tell me?" Relena asked sister-in-law with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Relena… what was the last thing you remembered before you woke up?" Lucrezia asked gently.

"…I was walking in the forest when I heard this strange music, I never heard anything like it before; it was a sad, I followed it until I came to this large rock, there was a old man singing, he turned and looked at me, his eyes! I'll never forget them… he had two black orbs for eyes and a long black cloak to cover the rest of him… he saw me, I know he did… he started walking over to me, I was afraid, he reached out to touch my arm when……….." Relena stopped and looked down at the sheets, trying to calm down and get her emotions under control.

"Sister? What happened?" Milliardo asked, having long forgotten his argument with Traize, watching her intently.

"I… I… I don't know…" Relena murmured before all of the stress and confusion got to her and she collapsed into her brother's arms, crying.

*****

"Don't you dare be man-handling me Wufei, I will not have it" Wong said as she turned and marched out of the dojo.

Wufei had been training hard that day and Wong had walked in to see him practicing his fighting techniques, she didn't know that he was trying to blow off some steam from earlier that day, he had gotten into an argument with Master Long over who knows what, and didn't want to be bothered by anyone. So it didn't come to much of a surprise when he turned and started throwing punches at her when she remarked about his "sloppy skills as a fighter" and that he "should just go back to his pile of books"

Wufei stood with his fists clenched violently at his sides as he watched her go. "That idiot woman! What did she think she was trying to accomplish?" he said aloud to nobody as he glared at the sliding paper door, if he had glared at it any harder one would have thought that it would have burst into flames.

Wong lifted her head high as she walked into the gardens, she would never let something as trivial as Wufei get under her skin, she would never let it, but that never stopped it from getting to her anyways.

'How dare he? HOW DARE HE? Why couldn't Meiran have taught him some manners? I was helpless! And he knew it! Such behavior is inexcusable! Not only does he disgrace himself but now! Now he drags her good name in the dirt with him!' Wong huffed loudly as she tossed one of her hair ribbons that held the buns on her head off of her shoulder.

(Okay please note that in those times they used to warp a girls' feet in these cloth strips in China so that they grew so deformed that all that you could really do was walk… no running, no fighting, no jumping no nothing! Okay? That's why Wong didn't try to beat the tar out of him ^_^ hope that helps)

Stubborn is as stubborn does, and they would take it as far as it would go, it would take weeks if not months for them both to say sorry and forgive the other. It was always the same with them, both hopelessly set in their ways. When push came to shove, they both dug in their heels and wouldn't budge, on any issue!

Wufei sat down on the floor mat and tried to clear his head. 'Why do we always have to do this?' he thought with a sigh.

"Master Wufei?" it was Master Long again. 'Today really isn't my day' Wufei thought with a frown.

"Hum?"

"About what we discussed this morning…" Long began.

"The answer is still no" Wufei replied before the old man could finish.

"Have you talked to Wong about it?" Long asked. He leaned on his walking stick; he wasn't as strong then when he was back in his youth, as he felt his bones start to ache.

"It doesn't matter what Wong has to say about it, my answer is still no"

"What I have to say about what?" Wong asked as she walked back into the dojo, she had planed to meet with Wufei alone, but when she heard Master Long speaking with him she thought it would have been best to wait, she was right.

"HOW DARE YOU! How dare you listen in on us! This is no concern of yours!" Wufei snapped.

"Incorrect Master Wufei" Wong remarked with an ever-so-slight smirk playing at her lips.

"WHAT?" Wufei yelled.

"You are incorrect in that statement… you were asked if you had spoken to me about it, whatever it maybe, therefore it is of my concern Master Wufei" Wong replied, raising her chin in an act of defiance, and to annoy him, it worked.

"Ah! There you are Wong, I was merely asking if Master Wufei would have liked to travel to Cinq Kingdom, a neighboring kingdom across the great sea, and partake in a signing of a treaty for the trading of goods with them" Long said quickly, detecting the negative energies between them.

Wong stopped trying to stare down Wufei and turned to look at Long. "What part do I play in all of this pray chance?" she asked with slight curiosity.

"Why to assist him, of course" Long replied.

"Oh of course" she quipped, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at them.

"I will not travel with that woman!" Wufei said with a snort.

"That Woman has a name Master Wufei, and you would do better to remember it" Wong said with a glare.

"I have heard enough of this! What are you fighting over?" Long asked with an aggravated sigh.

"NOTHING!" they both yelled at the same time.

"Then tell me, why you are fighting over it?" Long asked.

They opened their mouths to say something, then promptly shut them, Long had made a good point, as much as they hated to admit it, he had made a very good point, unfortunately. They looked back at each other and shared an understanding that could only be defined as a truce.

"Good, now you will both meet me at the palace gates one week from today, where you will start on your journey, and to make this perfectly clear, that is not a request" Long said with a glare then he turned and walked, or did his best to, out of the dojo.

They stood quietly, staring at each other for what seemed like years to them, and then both turned and walked away.

*****

They walked for what seemed like forever; at least that was what she said it felt like. He couldn't care less, until they came to a ring of large moonstones surrounding what looked to be a table made from the same kind of stone (also known as an altar) that seemed to give off a strange and enchanting glow.

"FINALLY! I thought we'd never get here!" Felina huffed as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Whose fault is that? If I didn't have to look for you, we would have been here long ago" Heero said as he glared at her from out the corner of his eye.

"I was SHOT! I tried to avoid it" Felina yelled.

"Whatever, lets get inside" Heero said as he placed his hand over the altar.

"Okie-dokie!" Felina chirped as she set her hand on top of Heero's.

The world seemed to spin around them as bright golden beams swirled about them and with a flash they disappeared from in front of the altar and into the world of Tyr, the grand capital of the fairy realm, ruled by the jolly, if not too eccentric, King Wynford. It was a modest place by fairy standards on the streets, but in the town square stood a marvel that still took cheerful Felina and intense Heero's breathes away, there stood castle Grandeur, a very precise name, Grandeur was indeed just that, Grand. It stood high above everyone and everything in Tyr, made of gold and precious gems, she was fitting of her name, but behind her glorious gates was a scene far more spectacular, the mythical sounds of elf music humming around them hinted at that. But seeing it wasn't their only reason for coming to it's gates, no, they would be entering those gates as members of king Wynford's court!

Heero and Felina made eye contact and gave a nod to each other before taking a deep breath and entering castle Grandeur and immediately being swarmed by fellow Dryads, elves, sprites, pixies, Imps, and leprechauns all welcoming back the youngest members of the King's court.

Felina stared in complete awe at the decorations. They were simply stunning! Silver, bronze, and gold melted down into thin sheets and hung delicately from the ceiling. Ruby dishware and sapphire goblets set out on the long tables made out of amethyst and quartz crystals imbedded in enchanted silver. The walls, by some form of fairy magic, were transformed from the fine diamond to walls with fire shooting up from the bottom and water cascading down from the top. Just in front of the walls stood great pillars of emerald, marble floors, and a set of steps leading up to the throne. Among the crowd, fine mythical garments from every shade known to man, and even some not yet known except by the fairy folk, were draped beautifully on everyone. She was so busy taking in the whole scene that she didn't notice Heero had already slipped away into the shadows.

All of a sudden Felina was pulled into a large circle of leprechauns dancing to the quick, rhythmic, beating of the drums.

Suddenly, the music stopped as King Wynford walked over to his throne. "Why greetings and salutations to you all! Had I known that I would have had so few fairies here tonight, why I would have prepared less food!" this got a slight laugher from the crowd. "But it seems that we will just have to make do now won't we? Now where are my youngest and greatest prodigies?" he said as he patted his round belly gently as he waited for said prodigies to step forward.

Felina smiled as she stepped into view, some of the younger leprechauns gasped realizing that they were dancing with one of fairies that the King had asked for and quickly made a clear path for her to the King.

Heero appeared out from behind one of the emerald pillars and swiftly walked over to the king, coming to a stop right next to Felina.

"Ah! So there you are! And you have come in human dress I see!" King Wynford exclaimed, as he looked Felina over carefully, a smile softly gracing his wrinkly and whiskered face.

Felina and Heero kneeled down low before him. He looked upon them as if they were his own. Having lost his beloved queen before he was graced with little ones, he truly cherished the two youngest in his courts, and one day hoped for one of them to take his place when he grew too old to rule.

"Arise my little ones! No need for you to be so humble! Sit! Sit! Sit with me and dine by my side as we once did before we last parted ways!" He said as he took Felina's graceful hands into his as she rose up from the marble floors, a bright smile upon her face.

Heero merely nodded and took his place, sitting on the steps at the right side of the throne with Felina bouncing on her toes gleefully before sitting down in the large pile of pillows on the left.

"LET THE FEST BEGIN!" King Wynford proclaimed as the fanfare sounded, the music started up again, and Imps of varying shapes and sizes carried trays upon trays upon trays of mouth-watering cakes, fruits, puddings, custards, breads, jellies, jams, meats, and cheeses in.

While Felina was clapping to the beat of the elves manipulations of flutes, pipes, harps, and the enchanting echo of their voices, watching the dancing leprechauns show off their great skills on the dance floor, Heero was engrossed in his thoughts.

'Why can't she stay out of my head? Her face, her eyes! Why are such things still plaguing me? She is a human! A human! What is wrong with me?'

And so they stayed that way long into the night before retiring to their rooms, to bed, and to realistic dreams of two humans, two places, and one wish.

*****

Things seemed rather quiet at the circus when she left with her cousin, oh there were still plenty of people coming to see them, but it just wasn't the same with her around to laugh, clap, and cheer from the background. He was no longer blessed with her face when he went out to feed the animals, Cathy didn't have anyone who liked her soup enough for seconds, no longer did they see that Cheshire-cat smile on her face when something exciting was going on. No things would ever be the same without that funny little girl that he shot in the woods.

He found himself daydreaming every moment he could spare away, just thinking, wondering where that sweet, smiling, giggling, free spirit could be. Her long mossy hair, her aqua blues, her long slender body, her lithe waist, wrists, ankles, hands, feet, all of her. He had long sense burned her face into his memory, each and every detail, right down to her very fingers and toes.

'Is this obsession? Is it wrong to want to see her again? All I know is her name and face, I don't know where they were going, who it was they were going to see, or why! There is no way for me to find her now. Is this lust? Love? What if it's more then that? What if she doesn't feel the same? What if I never see her again? What if…' his thoughts rambled on like that for hours on end until he fell asleep in his chair, next to his bed, for one more night.

"Trowa?" Cathy whispered as she lifted the tent flap and entered when she saw him sleeping in his chair again. 'That chair again… poor Trowa… he misses her the most' she thought with a wasteful smile on her lips.

Silently, Cathy slipped back out of Trowa's tent and called over one of the weight lifters to help move his sleeping form into his bed. 'Where he belongs' she thought with a smile.

"Please remember to be careful Alagor… try not to wake him up" Cathy said softly and Alagor nodded before scooping the tall boy over one of his large muscular shoulders, before carrying him over to the pain hey filled bed and laying him down on it gently.

"Thank you, I really could never have moved him alone" Cathy said when she tucked her adopted brother in.

"Don't mention it, really, don't mention it, he wouldn't be very happy if he knew he needed to be tucked in like a baby" Alagor replied as they walked out of the tent.

"You're right, he wouldn't" Catherine whispered, trying to suppress a laugh.

"You should be going to bed yourself too Cathy" Alagor added with a serious tone rarely heard in her large friend's voice. She turned at looked at him.

"Something is bothering you, isn't it Alagor?" Cathy asked.

"You know me too well little Cathy, it's that girl isn't it? That's what he is thinking about all the time isn't it?" Alagor questioned, the stereotype about big men being idiots didn't apply with Alagor.

Cathy sighed. "Yes. He misses her, we all do, she was hear for such a short time, but the way she affected people, it wasn't like anything else, just the simple things, like a smile, from her it was like god himself was shining down on you, she was like magic" she replied thoughtfully.

Alagor nodded slowly. "Magic is right, she was kind enough, but something just didn't sit right with her, she just wasn't quite right, you know what I mean? I don't know. Something was just plain old odd about her, but nobody was sure just what it was though" Alagor said as he massaged his chin with his hand wistfully.

"Well, you are right about one thing Alagor, I should be in bed, Goodnight" she said quickly as she waved and ran off to her tent.

"Nothing is quite right these days it seems…" Alagor muttered to himself as he shook his head at her retreating figure and continued on his way to his tent to practice lifting weights.

Cathy waited until he was gone before she stepped back out of her tent. 'What was it about what Alagor was saying that seemed so wrong, yet so right at the same time? Could he be right? Why am I worrying about this? We might never see Felina again… oh no! Poor Trowa…' she thought as she unconsciously toyed with a lock of her auburn air. And with a sigh of defeat, she let her hand drop limply to her side as she turned and walked back into her tent. It wasn't very big, it was only big enough to hold her bed, trunk of clothes and some makeup, but it was comfortable, and that was all that mattered at the end of a long day at the circus, when you had just enough energy left in you to change into your nightgown, pull down the sheets, and pass out.

Catherine fumbled in the dark as she changed and curled under the covers and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Okay, I know this is a really, REALLY short chapter, but what do you want? I couldn't have much more then this or I wouldn't have a very good cliffhanger now wouldn't I? Lol ^_^; anyway, please Read & Review! I love input! I can't write this without some kind of ego boost! How is it so far? Good? Bad? Down right sucks? How can I improve? I need this more then you would ever believe! What about the characters? Any likes or dislikes? Love them? Hate them? Wish they were dead? I really need to know where I stand on this… oh and Ashley… I'm sorry! I didn't get Felina and Trowa back together yet! I promise it'll be in the next chapter I swear! And yes I know! What on earth is Duo up to? And more importantly… what the heck am I on? Anyway… send all comments, questions, praise, aw heck! Maybe even a flame or two! Just e-mail me at FioraEmbyr@aol.com! Chio people!