The living room had cleared. Quatre and Heero had left, taking Sally with them (after much persuasion). Trowa eventually pulled Relena away from the company of her friends. IT was not until Meiran played possum that Hilde would retire. Even then Wufei had to promise he would stay by Meiran's bedside, just in case.
Meiran was exhausted, but lay in her bed awake and aware. Something kept arousing her senses. Though she couldn't see, she felt an unwanted presence.
Wufei lay strewn across the floor, which was less than comfortable. He was not kept awake by the machines attatched to his wife, but by an ominous feeling he could not shake.
He stood, restlessly proceeding into the kitchen to retrieve a drink. Silently he returned and perched in the window, watching, protecting, reflecting.
His house was asleep, but it had been violated--he knew it had been. Perhaps he shouldn't have let Relena in. It was impossible to keep Heero out if he wanted to be inside. It was as if he could dig through even the most secretive, guarded, and treasured nooks in one's mind. He would rummage through and find all that mattered, sifting the information building it up to make sense. He put it together with reality--to him it ws like searching for a missing puzzle piece.
"I apologize," Meiran's voice shook him from his meditation.
"What wrong have you done?" Wufei stifled the suspicions and questions rattling through him.
"I am causing trouble for you. I shouldn't have come." Meiran watched the back of her husband's head as he gazed through the rain-stained window.
"I believe that reutrning to me was the most right thring you have ever done Meiran," He turned around, flicking a lighter. Smoke rose from the scented stick in the corner.
Meiran was silent as her husband prayed. She too prayed--to no particular god--just to any One that would listen. Buddha, Elohim, it made no difference to her anymore. To the confused child, a god was a god. The name did matter.
Wufei finished, but did not extinquish the reassuring scent of the incense. Instead he let it burn, letting the fragrance encter him, cleanse him, free his thoughts.
Again Meiran spoke, "Your confused friend does not like me much."
"All of my so-called friends are confused," he responded, lightly pacing in circles.
"The one that is always scowling and standing in a corner."
"That's Heero, but we are supposed to call him Odin now." Wufei was bitter.
"I suppose you do not enjoy his company?"
"He and I are not the best of friends, no."
"Odin know who I really am doesn't he?"
At this Wufei stopped pacing and stood at his wife's bedside.
"He does not trust you. That is all I can say Onna." His eyes glazed over as her contemplated the back yard briefing he'd received from Heero.
The bed shifted and Meiran grunted.
"You should sleep," Wufei advised.
"I am not comfortable."
"That," Wufei chuckled inside, "would be a feat with all the injuries you've sustained."
"Are you not angry with me?" Meiran asked. "I have only caused you trouble since we were married."
Her mind wandered back to the day she had sliced him with her katana. Then to the day she had goolishly left. Slowly the girl's thoughts drifted to the day's events.
"Right now Meiran, I am thankful that you are alive." He kissed her forehead and returned his glass to the kitchen in wander at his own sentimental actions.
Meiran sat, stunned as sleep slowly tugged her down where she was to dream in terror.
--------
Duo sat, propped against the bed's headboard. He'd kicked the blanket off and his toes were chilly. His hair was bound into a long, thick ponytail. He turned his head, finding that we was prevented from moving far since he was sitting on his hair. He rolled, pulling his thick, chestnut locks from beneath him. The hair now reached to the middle of his calves when left to hang loosely--which wasn't often. He'd been growing it since before he could remember. The idea of cutting it made him sick to his stomach. Hilde had suggested it once, when the two had worked for hours to untangle an impossible knot. He went off, not forgiving her for days. Hilde's own answer was to grow hers out also. "I won't have a boyfriend who's hair is longer than mine," she would say. She'd made quite a bit of progress considering how short her hair had been. Duo looked to her sleeping peacefully on his right. The ahir brushed just below he shoulders in long purple waves.
Hilde's broken arm was propped by a soft lavender pillow. His eyes softened in the love he felt for her, but then hardened in anger when he felected on the previous day's events. The bombing had shaken him--it wsa not what he had expected--not at all what he thought would happen. At worst he figured Relena would be kidnapped again.
The man on the colony had given leniency toward rebel-like ideals, but Duo had needed the money. The disposal plant for which he'd been working had been shut down and reopened as a manufacturing center by Jon Phoenix. Phoenix had held on to Duo, under certain conditions.
Phoenix knew of Duo's past as a Gundam pilot, therefore kept him nearby in case of trouble. At least that was what he had said. Duo was to be head of the routing of the manufacturing vessels and the shuttles of Phoenix's frequently business comrades.
"Transportation Bitch," he whispered, remembering the "official" title he'd given himself.
Phoenix was a rat. At times he would ask Duo to act as a body guard to clients, maintaining the skilles Duo sometimes longed to forget. At other times he would have Duo ship odd vessels to even more questionable locations. But upon thorough investigation, all were clean.
Of course, three days ago Phoenix had asked the unthinkable. He had proposed that Duo kindap a femal, important to society, and bring her to him for business purposes. Knowing that his boss was aware of his venture with Relena, Duo automatically assumed he had meant the trusted princess and went berserk, only just keeping a handle on his rage. Why he hadn't let the great Shinigami take over he didn't know. Perhaps then the bombing wouldn't have occured. Perhaps then people wouldn't have died. Perhaps then the woman downstairs wouldn't be temporarily bed-ridden, and perhaps then Hilde would be in perfect health once again.
Of course, there was no way to be sure of where the rebellion originated, but Duo's sould told him the truth....and he was ashamed.
---------
Fighter.
Warrior.
Proud
These were the word to describe Meiran as Wufei once knew her. When the two were married she fought with all her might to be the best on the colony. During her time, she was. Many so-called warriors would challenge her. She would always win. But since there is always an exception to always, Meiran was 'always' defeated by one man.
It killed her every time he defeated her. Of course, the fact that she would have to return to him every night made it worse. Wufei would only lecture her on the dishonor she forced upon him every time she trapped him into fighting.
"Fighting leads to nothing!" he would declare, through calm anger, shakily placing his chopsticks back in the rice bowl.
"Neither does reading books!" Meiran snapped.
"Your form of justice has brought us nothing but oppression."
"I am ready and willing to fight all the oppression brought upon us by the Alliance.
"I will fight the Alliance in my own way."
"Ha! Just this morning I heard someone say that you were born to be Nataku, but Nataku is a warrior and you are nothing buy a scholar!"
"I suppose you believe that you are Nataku?" Wufei laughed in anger.
"My dear," Meiran teased, running a nail over his collar bone, "I know I am Nataku." She flitted from the room, giggling.
Wufei shuddered as he stood, watching his wife leave. The power she had over him, he despised.
The power she had over him, she hated. She knew that her husband was attracted to her and she used it to her advantage. It was such a womanly thing to do. It was the way the fragile girls acted around the unwed boys. She was sickened by it.
Still, the power Meiran held over he husband's emotions was the only thing she had on him. She would hold onto all of him she could.
It is difficult to explain what happened to Meiran over her three year absence, but we know that her experiences have calmed her. She now carries the poise of a young woman, and the quiet confidence of one who has experienced much in a short time. Perhaps it was as simple as aging. Or perhaps, the girl suffered a strange traumatic experience in her dealing with the government, perhaps she received a revealing dream one night. Whatever it was it had changed Meiran's demeanor to a large degree. Still, one thing remained constant. When it came to pleasing her husband, Meiran fel that she still lacked in every ability. ([So how T. H. White-esque was that paragraph?])
As the married woman lay helplessly in her bed she contemplated. Many of the things he pondered included the changes she head seen in her husband (and his actions).
The two had not had one physical brawl since her return. Three years before, the had sparred often. The couple seemed to gain a connection during the fight, but in the end it only pushed them further apart. It was, after all, the one thing they shared. The ability to fight.
Maybe, she thought, Maybe I don't need to fight him anymore. Well, I don't want to. I never really wanted to of course, but love forces one to do odd things. It was my love which drove me away...my love which brought me back...
Her thoughts drifted from one thing to another as thoughts often do. ({More T. H. White influence. Man, I gotta stop reading The Once and Future King before I write....}) Her needle-bearing hand wondered to her forehead, lingering where Wufei's lips had been. She watched him roll in his shallow slumber. She felt sorry for him, wanting to give him an actual bed. He wouldn't take it anyway, she mused.
Wufei had never really been physically affectionate. Before, he might have touched Meiran's should, or held her hand if she was in pain. Mostly she figured he saw it as the courteous kindness which, as her husband, he was expected to give.
Meiran on the other hand had only teased him. She shook her head, scolding herself for the girlish actions of her past. If she could, she might take them back now. Since Meiran's surprise return, Wufei had been more affectionate with her. The day he'd admitted that he'd thought she was dead he'd hugged her briefly, awkwardly.... Then that night, he'd kissed on the forehead. Perhaps Wufei has spent some time changing over the past three years also," Meiran thought.
Meiran had so far kept her distance from her husband. She already felt as if she were intruding, she didn't want to push her precarious husband too far.
Again sleep tugged at the bed ridden woman. As the pain increased, she gave way to the fatigue and let herself slip into a troubled slumber.
---------
Heero snuck from the large hotel room by climbing through the window and down a drain pipe. He pushed off into the bushes.
The night was chilly and clouded over. The wind blew ferociously, threatening chills of rain. He stood in the shadows of the enormous building, the mountain tops just visible through the peaks of the city. The wind blew a patch of leaves across the lawn, then pulled them into a swirling mass of debris as the horde reached the sidewalk.
He walked, curling his jacket around him as the wind picked up again. The lost man wondered the streets of Constance, following the river into the mountains. The air grew thinner and the wind cooler as the elevation climbed. he scaled the slopes with ease. It was is if he could perform the feat without thinking.
He came to an overlook, and stopped to rest. He sat against the cliff, watching the clouds swirl in the sky, and the lights flicker in the city below.
A rough hand brushed against his jeans. He brought it to his face, noticing the dirt and grime covering it. For a moment the confusion overtook Heero, but then he stood and presented his worst death glare to the heavens.
"I'm dirty!" he screamed, pulling his jacket off, using it to clear the grime. "I'm too fucking dirty!!"
The wind blew, carrying his voice up the mountains and through the clouds, who opened and let their cleansing waters fall to the one and only...
---------
The shuttle shuttered as it re-entered the earth's atmosphere. After two and a half years of absence, the couple was returning to their home. THe first 'colonizers' had finally arrived on Mars and the two were free to return--not that they had even been bound there in the first place.
Zechs marquise (also known as Millardo Peacecraft) kept a firm grip on the unstable controls while his impromptu wife kept watch over the ships balance and speed.
"A trip this early on could be dangerous," Zechs warned.
Noin only smiled at him. "It would be more dangerous any other way Zechs."
"Hmmm," he nodded as the ship burst through into the welcoming blue sky.
-----
Schling!
The blade slid over Wufei's tender stomach, slicing it open.
Meiran watched as her husband fell by her Katana.
"Wufei!" she cried out, watching him fall to the ground. It happened in slow motion. Her husband's outline blurred as he descended to the damp, cold, green earth.
She landed beside him, throwing herself at his side. She'd done it again. FOr the second time Meiran had injured her husband terribly.
Blood dtipped from his open and gaping wound. It soaked through his white clothing and created pools of crimson among the grass blades. She sobbed, her tears falling into the bleeding hole.
"Meiran...." Wufei whispered to her, placing a hand on her cheek. He drew her nearer him and kissed her for the first time. Meiran pulled back, covering her mouth.
"I have always loved you Meiran," he breathed.
Meiran's sobs grew louder, more angry. "No! No Wufei! Not yet, please not yet!" She begged him. He only locked his eyes wit her and held tightly to her gaze.
Suddenly, he reared and spasmed into a loud scream of excruciating pain. His ribs began to crack as the rib cage separated and his entire chest was ripped open. In horror Meiran recoiled. She ran behind her tree in her field of flowrs. SHe hid there, fighting her churning insides until her latest meal spewed forth.
After emptying her stomach, Meiran watched the spot where her husband lie. Blood was flowing from his mouth when it started.
Slowly.
Meticulously.
Horribly
A small bulge of red began to push it's way from Wufei. Meiran watched it emerge, disgusted, nauseated. The object grew and grea until a three foot lump stood inside her husband. It stepped out cautiously, then split into two, three-foot blobs. Then, those two split into two more. The cloning progressed until there stood sixteen small, bloody figures, but the blood soon dried.
Each one was fairly docile in appearance, but the eyes gave way to the wickedness hidden inside each elf. At once all sixteen bent over and took a bite out of Wufei, who, by this time was almost fully unconscious. He gave only two more blood-muffled screams as the elfin creature gnawed on him. After that, it was impossible for Meiran to tell whether he was dead or alive.
When there was no Wufei left, and Meiran sat sobbing behind her tree, cursing the cannibal elves, the elves began devouring the floor of the flowers, and after the flowers, the field itself.
Meiran wept and mourned. She cried until all she had left to do was scream. Her voice rang out through the baron place, causing the elves' attention to her.
She turned to run away from her cannibalistic predators, but found no place to run to. The horrific elves had eaten up her beautiful field. The had destroyed her place of honour, and her husband.
Slowly.
Menacingly.
Wickedly.
The sixteen elfin creatures formed a claustrophobic circle around the young woman. She cried out for help from her now dead husband.
"Wufei!" She screamed out. "Nataku help me please. You are my only hope."
The elf closest to her cackled like the wicked witch of the west as he launched himself at her neck.
"Noooooo!" Meiran screamed. The impact of her hitting the empty ground was softer than she'd expected. The elf had his two surprisingly large hands on her, and was shaking her gently. His face shifted momentarily into the face of her late husband. "Meiran..." he whispered in concern before flickering out again.
Darkness.
Light slowly filtered into her eyes as Meiran slowly fluttered them in confusion. THe gentle shaking had ceased, and now she felt a rough hand caressing her cheek.
"It's okay." The hand's owner whispered. "You're safe. It was a dream Nataku."
"Wufei?!" Meiran asked excitedly, sitting up too quickly. "You're alive."
Wufei pushed her back into her bed. "You need rest Onna," he said.
"I killed you. I cut you again and my tears spurned elves that ater you alive. Then, they ate the meadow on L5. And then..... They tired to eat me too..."
A hand went into her hair, pulling it out of her face on it's journey back.
"Shh..." Wufei whispered. "You mustn't upset yourself."
He smiled, seemingly less assuring than he sounded, but again, he bent over and place his lips against her forehead. "You must rest, My Nataku," he smiled, fiddling with her bangs.
A creaking was heard from the stairs.
"You better be glad that I'm not Duo," Hilde smirked as Wufei quickly recoiled.
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Man, that took a really long time to type up! I think I've been sitting at my computer for three hours. Perhaps I'm just a really slow typist. Perhaps I am just wrote a lot. I think it doesn't really matter. Anyway, my fingers hurt, and all the pilots were smart and went to sleep, so I think I'll put this up and go to sleep also.
Night everyone!!
Meiran was exhausted, but lay in her bed awake and aware. Something kept arousing her senses. Though she couldn't see, she felt an unwanted presence.
Wufei lay strewn across the floor, which was less than comfortable. He was not kept awake by the machines attatched to his wife, but by an ominous feeling he could not shake.
He stood, restlessly proceeding into the kitchen to retrieve a drink. Silently he returned and perched in the window, watching, protecting, reflecting.
His house was asleep, but it had been violated--he knew it had been. Perhaps he shouldn't have let Relena in. It was impossible to keep Heero out if he wanted to be inside. It was as if he could dig through even the most secretive, guarded, and treasured nooks in one's mind. He would rummage through and find all that mattered, sifting the information building it up to make sense. He put it together with reality--to him it ws like searching for a missing puzzle piece.
"I apologize," Meiran's voice shook him from his meditation.
"What wrong have you done?" Wufei stifled the suspicions and questions rattling through him.
"I am causing trouble for you. I shouldn't have come." Meiran watched the back of her husband's head as he gazed through the rain-stained window.
"I believe that reutrning to me was the most right thring you have ever done Meiran," He turned around, flicking a lighter. Smoke rose from the scented stick in the corner.
Meiran was silent as her husband prayed. She too prayed--to no particular god--just to any One that would listen. Buddha, Elohim, it made no difference to her anymore. To the confused child, a god was a god. The name did matter.
Wufei finished, but did not extinquish the reassuring scent of the incense. Instead he let it burn, letting the fragrance encter him, cleanse him, free his thoughts.
Again Meiran spoke, "Your confused friend does not like me much."
"All of my so-called friends are confused," he responded, lightly pacing in circles.
"The one that is always scowling and standing in a corner."
"That's Heero, but we are supposed to call him Odin now." Wufei was bitter.
"I suppose you do not enjoy his company?"
"He and I are not the best of friends, no."
"Odin know who I really am doesn't he?"
At this Wufei stopped pacing and stood at his wife's bedside.
"He does not trust you. That is all I can say Onna." His eyes glazed over as her contemplated the back yard briefing he'd received from Heero.
The bed shifted and Meiran grunted.
"You should sleep," Wufei advised.
"I am not comfortable."
"That," Wufei chuckled inside, "would be a feat with all the injuries you've sustained."
"Are you not angry with me?" Meiran asked. "I have only caused you trouble since we were married."
Her mind wandered back to the day she had sliced him with her katana. Then to the day she had goolishly left. Slowly the girl's thoughts drifted to the day's events.
"Right now Meiran, I am thankful that you are alive." He kissed her forehead and returned his glass to the kitchen in wander at his own sentimental actions.
Meiran sat, stunned as sleep slowly tugged her down where she was to dream in terror.
--------
Duo sat, propped against the bed's headboard. He'd kicked the blanket off and his toes were chilly. His hair was bound into a long, thick ponytail. He turned his head, finding that we was prevented from moving far since he was sitting on his hair. He rolled, pulling his thick, chestnut locks from beneath him. The hair now reached to the middle of his calves when left to hang loosely--which wasn't often. He'd been growing it since before he could remember. The idea of cutting it made him sick to his stomach. Hilde had suggested it once, when the two had worked for hours to untangle an impossible knot. He went off, not forgiving her for days. Hilde's own answer was to grow hers out also. "I won't have a boyfriend who's hair is longer than mine," she would say. She'd made quite a bit of progress considering how short her hair had been. Duo looked to her sleeping peacefully on his right. The ahir brushed just below he shoulders in long purple waves.
Hilde's broken arm was propped by a soft lavender pillow. His eyes softened in the love he felt for her, but then hardened in anger when he felected on the previous day's events. The bombing had shaken him--it wsa not what he had expected--not at all what he thought would happen. At worst he figured Relena would be kidnapped again.
The man on the colony had given leniency toward rebel-like ideals, but Duo had needed the money. The disposal plant for which he'd been working had been shut down and reopened as a manufacturing center by Jon Phoenix. Phoenix had held on to Duo, under certain conditions.
Phoenix knew of Duo's past as a Gundam pilot, therefore kept him nearby in case of trouble. At least that was what he had said. Duo was to be head of the routing of the manufacturing vessels and the shuttles of Phoenix's frequently business comrades.
"Transportation Bitch," he whispered, remembering the "official" title he'd given himself.
Phoenix was a rat. At times he would ask Duo to act as a body guard to clients, maintaining the skilles Duo sometimes longed to forget. At other times he would have Duo ship odd vessels to even more questionable locations. But upon thorough investigation, all were clean.
Of course, three days ago Phoenix had asked the unthinkable. He had proposed that Duo kindap a femal, important to society, and bring her to him for business purposes. Knowing that his boss was aware of his venture with Relena, Duo automatically assumed he had meant the trusted princess and went berserk, only just keeping a handle on his rage. Why he hadn't let the great Shinigami take over he didn't know. Perhaps then the bombing wouldn't have occured. Perhaps then people wouldn't have died. Perhaps then the woman downstairs wouldn't be temporarily bed-ridden, and perhaps then Hilde would be in perfect health once again.
Of course, there was no way to be sure of where the rebellion originated, but Duo's sould told him the truth....and he was ashamed.
---------
Fighter.
Warrior.
Proud
These were the word to describe Meiran as Wufei once knew her. When the two were married she fought with all her might to be the best on the colony. During her time, she was. Many so-called warriors would challenge her. She would always win. But since there is always an exception to always, Meiran was 'always' defeated by one man.
It killed her every time he defeated her. Of course, the fact that she would have to return to him every night made it worse. Wufei would only lecture her on the dishonor she forced upon him every time she trapped him into fighting.
"Fighting leads to nothing!" he would declare, through calm anger, shakily placing his chopsticks back in the rice bowl.
"Neither does reading books!" Meiran snapped.
"Your form of justice has brought us nothing but oppression."
"I am ready and willing to fight all the oppression brought upon us by the Alliance.
"I will fight the Alliance in my own way."
"Ha! Just this morning I heard someone say that you were born to be Nataku, but Nataku is a warrior and you are nothing buy a scholar!"
"I suppose you believe that you are Nataku?" Wufei laughed in anger.
"My dear," Meiran teased, running a nail over his collar bone, "I know I am Nataku." She flitted from the room, giggling.
Wufei shuddered as he stood, watching his wife leave. The power she had over him, he despised.
The power she had over him, she hated. She knew that her husband was attracted to her and she used it to her advantage. It was such a womanly thing to do. It was the way the fragile girls acted around the unwed boys. She was sickened by it.
Still, the power Meiran held over he husband's emotions was the only thing she had on him. She would hold onto all of him she could.
It is difficult to explain what happened to Meiran over her three year absence, but we know that her experiences have calmed her. She now carries the poise of a young woman, and the quiet confidence of one who has experienced much in a short time. Perhaps it was as simple as aging. Or perhaps, the girl suffered a strange traumatic experience in her dealing with the government, perhaps she received a revealing dream one night. Whatever it was it had changed Meiran's demeanor to a large degree. Still, one thing remained constant. When it came to pleasing her husband, Meiran fel that she still lacked in every ability. ([So how T. H. White-esque was that paragraph?])
As the married woman lay helplessly in her bed she contemplated. Many of the things he pondered included the changes she head seen in her husband (and his actions).
The two had not had one physical brawl since her return. Three years before, the had sparred often. The couple seemed to gain a connection during the fight, but in the end it only pushed them further apart. It was, after all, the one thing they shared. The ability to fight.
Maybe, she thought, Maybe I don't need to fight him anymore. Well, I don't want to. I never really wanted to of course, but love forces one to do odd things. It was my love which drove me away...my love which brought me back...
Her thoughts drifted from one thing to another as thoughts often do. ({More T. H. White influence. Man, I gotta stop reading The Once and Future King before I write....}) Her needle-bearing hand wondered to her forehead, lingering where Wufei's lips had been. She watched him roll in his shallow slumber. She felt sorry for him, wanting to give him an actual bed. He wouldn't take it anyway, she mused.
Wufei had never really been physically affectionate. Before, he might have touched Meiran's should, or held her hand if she was in pain. Mostly she figured he saw it as the courteous kindness which, as her husband, he was expected to give.
Meiran on the other hand had only teased him. She shook her head, scolding herself for the girlish actions of her past. If she could, she might take them back now. Since Meiran's surprise return, Wufei had been more affectionate with her. The day he'd admitted that he'd thought she was dead he'd hugged her briefly, awkwardly.... Then that night, he'd kissed on the forehead. Perhaps Wufei has spent some time changing over the past three years also," Meiran thought.
Meiran had so far kept her distance from her husband. She already felt as if she were intruding, she didn't want to push her precarious husband too far.
Again sleep tugged at the bed ridden woman. As the pain increased, she gave way to the fatigue and let herself slip into a troubled slumber.
---------
Heero snuck from the large hotel room by climbing through the window and down a drain pipe. He pushed off into the bushes.
The night was chilly and clouded over. The wind blew ferociously, threatening chills of rain. He stood in the shadows of the enormous building, the mountain tops just visible through the peaks of the city. The wind blew a patch of leaves across the lawn, then pulled them into a swirling mass of debris as the horde reached the sidewalk.
He walked, curling his jacket around him as the wind picked up again. The lost man wondered the streets of Constance, following the river into the mountains. The air grew thinner and the wind cooler as the elevation climbed. he scaled the slopes with ease. It was is if he could perform the feat without thinking.
He came to an overlook, and stopped to rest. He sat against the cliff, watching the clouds swirl in the sky, and the lights flicker in the city below.
A rough hand brushed against his jeans. He brought it to his face, noticing the dirt and grime covering it. For a moment the confusion overtook Heero, but then he stood and presented his worst death glare to the heavens.
"I'm dirty!" he screamed, pulling his jacket off, using it to clear the grime. "I'm too fucking dirty!!"
The wind blew, carrying his voice up the mountains and through the clouds, who opened and let their cleansing waters fall to the one and only...
---------
The shuttle shuttered as it re-entered the earth's atmosphere. After two and a half years of absence, the couple was returning to their home. THe first 'colonizers' had finally arrived on Mars and the two were free to return--not that they had even been bound there in the first place.
Zechs marquise (also known as Millardo Peacecraft) kept a firm grip on the unstable controls while his impromptu wife kept watch over the ships balance and speed.
"A trip this early on could be dangerous," Zechs warned.
Noin only smiled at him. "It would be more dangerous any other way Zechs."
"Hmmm," he nodded as the ship burst through into the welcoming blue sky.
-----
Schling!
The blade slid over Wufei's tender stomach, slicing it open.
Meiran watched as her husband fell by her Katana.
"Wufei!" she cried out, watching him fall to the ground. It happened in slow motion. Her husband's outline blurred as he descended to the damp, cold, green earth.
She landed beside him, throwing herself at his side. She'd done it again. FOr the second time Meiran had injured her husband terribly.
Blood dtipped from his open and gaping wound. It soaked through his white clothing and created pools of crimson among the grass blades. She sobbed, her tears falling into the bleeding hole.
"Meiran...." Wufei whispered to her, placing a hand on her cheek. He drew her nearer him and kissed her for the first time. Meiran pulled back, covering her mouth.
"I have always loved you Meiran," he breathed.
Meiran's sobs grew louder, more angry. "No! No Wufei! Not yet, please not yet!" She begged him. He only locked his eyes wit her and held tightly to her gaze.
Suddenly, he reared and spasmed into a loud scream of excruciating pain. His ribs began to crack as the rib cage separated and his entire chest was ripped open. In horror Meiran recoiled. She ran behind her tree in her field of flowrs. SHe hid there, fighting her churning insides until her latest meal spewed forth.
After emptying her stomach, Meiran watched the spot where her husband lie. Blood was flowing from his mouth when it started.
Slowly.
Meticulously.
Horribly
A small bulge of red began to push it's way from Wufei. Meiran watched it emerge, disgusted, nauseated. The object grew and grea until a three foot lump stood inside her husband. It stepped out cautiously, then split into two, three-foot blobs. Then, those two split into two more. The cloning progressed until there stood sixteen small, bloody figures, but the blood soon dried.
Each one was fairly docile in appearance, but the eyes gave way to the wickedness hidden inside each elf. At once all sixteen bent over and took a bite out of Wufei, who, by this time was almost fully unconscious. He gave only two more blood-muffled screams as the elfin creature gnawed on him. After that, it was impossible for Meiran to tell whether he was dead or alive.
When there was no Wufei left, and Meiran sat sobbing behind her tree, cursing the cannibal elves, the elves began devouring the floor of the flowers, and after the flowers, the field itself.
Meiran wept and mourned. She cried until all she had left to do was scream. Her voice rang out through the baron place, causing the elves' attention to her.
She turned to run away from her cannibalistic predators, but found no place to run to. The horrific elves had eaten up her beautiful field. The had destroyed her place of honour, and her husband.
Slowly.
Menacingly.
Wickedly.
The sixteen elfin creatures formed a claustrophobic circle around the young woman. She cried out for help from her now dead husband.
"Wufei!" She screamed out. "Nataku help me please. You are my only hope."
The elf closest to her cackled like the wicked witch of the west as he launched himself at her neck.
"Noooooo!" Meiran screamed. The impact of her hitting the empty ground was softer than she'd expected. The elf had his two surprisingly large hands on her, and was shaking her gently. His face shifted momentarily into the face of her late husband. "Meiran..." he whispered in concern before flickering out again.
Darkness.
Light slowly filtered into her eyes as Meiran slowly fluttered them in confusion. THe gentle shaking had ceased, and now she felt a rough hand caressing her cheek.
"It's okay." The hand's owner whispered. "You're safe. It was a dream Nataku."
"Wufei?!" Meiran asked excitedly, sitting up too quickly. "You're alive."
Wufei pushed her back into her bed. "You need rest Onna," he said.
"I killed you. I cut you again and my tears spurned elves that ater you alive. Then, they ate the meadow on L5. And then..... They tired to eat me too..."
A hand went into her hair, pulling it out of her face on it's journey back.
"Shh..." Wufei whispered. "You mustn't upset yourself."
He smiled, seemingly less assuring than he sounded, but again, he bent over and place his lips against her forehead. "You must rest, My Nataku," he smiled, fiddling with her bangs.
A creaking was heard from the stairs.
"You better be glad that I'm not Duo," Hilde smirked as Wufei quickly recoiled.
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Man, that took a really long time to type up! I think I've been sitting at my computer for three hours. Perhaps I'm just a really slow typist. Perhaps I am just wrote a lot. I think it doesn't really matter. Anyway, my fingers hurt, and all the pilots were smart and went to sleep, so I think I'll put this up and go to sleep also.
Night everyone!!