I don't own Gundam Wing blah blah blah
Um, Heero has a bit of a potty mouth now doesn't he?
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Sweat whispered its way down his back as he stopped atop the mountain. The smoke from the foreign camp fires stung his nose--and he cursed them for being there--for giving themselves away so easily.
The moon beat down upon the dimly lit camp. Camouflage tenets were strewn about in a n orderly fashion. On a flat, far above the River Constance, the enemy military stayed on under Heero's watchful eyes and sensitive ears.
A voice chirping from one of the tents teased his ears, forcing his body to move swiftly forward. He crpt to where he could hear.
"Sir," the quiet female voice said, "I have just heard from one of our moles and the situation n the city is under control, they suspect nothing from their beloved mountains."
"Excellent," the sleek officer's voice answered. "This means that tomorrow's attack is definite..."
"Shit," Heero breathed. "They are going to attack..."
"What was that?" the officer asked, raising and pulling his pistol from its holster. "I though I heard something."
"Checking Sir," the female subordinate chimed, also pulling out her weapon.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Heero thought as he stealthily attempted to sneak away.
He heard and felt the shot simultaneously as the bullet tore into his shoulder.
"Odin doesn't fight!" He screamed at himself, in full retreat.
"Intruder!" the officer hollered to his troops, implying that they search for the spy.
Pressing his bleeding left shoulder with his right hand, Heero plowed down the hillside, dodging branches and boulders and the occasional gunshot.
Glancing back over his shoulder, his path was stopped by a solid soldier who had run into him. The two stood back, eyeing each other. The soldier raised his gun. In response, Heero systematically kicked the pistol from his enemy's hand, causing it to fire a stray bullet which traveled not far from Heero's right ear.
As the enemy stood unmoving, Heero again broke into a run, this time, tripping over a small stone which his eyes had forgotten to pick up on. He slid down the rocky slope, his underside feeling each tiny grain of grit rub and burn, tearing his skin. Tumbling downward he bounced over an outcropping, unable to stop himself, he kept falling until a large pine trunk stood in is way. He hit with such force that he heard his own ribs crack and his breath was trapped in his throat.
Upon watching their prey rollover the cliff, the enemy, tired and worn, left the pursued for dead and returned to camp, never guessing that they had encountered a perfect soldier.
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The sun had just barely begun to poke its vast rays over the mountainous horizon. The pale yellow dispelled any thoughts of the day's rainy predictions.
Flowers were blossoming in colorful hoards along the river bed, while the lawns along the trodden market street begged to be mowed.
The sweet scent of honey suckle wafted into the small, ancient house in the corner of Constance. Wufei breathed it in, relishing its sweetness, praying that this was a foreshadowing of the dreaded conversation, which he was about to initiate.
Meiran lie in front of him with her eyes closed, yet awake. He knew she sensed him there beside her, but stubbornness disallowed him from stirring her before she stirred herself.
After several minutes, Meiran peaked out form underneath the eyelashes, only to determine whether her husband still sat beside her--and he did.
"Ah, you're awake," He said upon noticing her slight eye movement.
Meiran studied her hands intently, then upon awkwardly deciding that she must truly be conscience, she spoke: "So I am..."
"I told you yesterday evening that I needed to speak with you, so I am here to do so," Wufei announced, hardly sounding as casual as he meant. There was a slight squabble to his voice that gave away his apprehension. This very uncharacteristic occurrence made him all the more worried.
When Wufei said nothing else, and Meiran grew tired of simply waiting, she asked, "What is it that you wist to discuss with me?"
The prideful man sucked in all aspects of that which made him prideful along with a large breath of air. "I think it is finally time that we diescuss the matter between the two of us," Wufei admitted. It has been put off long enough and I apologize. I should have spoken to you about it much sooner, but because of my weaknesses and insecurities I have failed in my responsibilities. I can only hope that you'll forgive me."
Meiran, not knowing exactly how she should respond to such a statement responded the only way she knew.
"I should be the one to apologize, if it were not for my selfish action, your problems would be cut in half."
"Then we both apologize and accept the respective apologies?" Wufei said after a moment's contemplation.
Meiran nodded positively.
Mulling over the different ways in his head to speak next, Wufei grew nervous. Afraid that Meiran would grow bored with his inability to speak, he finally blurted out what he wanted to say quite ineloquently.
"I told Sally."
"You told Sally what?" Meiran said, suppressing her emotions to result in a calm reaction no matter what.
"I told Sally that you wer--are my wife." He sighed heavily when the words left his mouth, as if he had just eaten a holiday feast.
Meiran only stared.
The polite woman warred over whether to feel excited or disappointed. She watched her husband for a hint of how she was supposed to react. She found nothing.
"I suppose now that it doesn't not matter how we act around others then?" Meiran said.
"It does not matter now who knows about our true relationship Meiran."
Knowing that this conversation could not yet end, Meiran pushed forward. "What exactly is our true relationship?"
"You are my wife," Wufei stated matter of factly.
"And you are my husband, but our relationship hardly consists of anything more than the two of us tolerating one another," Meiran said.
"We do no have to make this known to everyone."
"So you'd rather lie to your comrades more than you already have?" Tell me, where is the honor in that Husband?"
"Do you think that i am already beating myself over the lack of honor I have shown you. I have completely disrespected our ancestors out of my own selfish confusion, and now I only try to make up for that."
"So you only act as if you care to please our ancestors?"
This struck Wufei as an odd comment and he sat back to contemplate it. Were all of his good acts simply part of the traditions he'd been taught. Was taking care of Meiran only his duty or was there something more?
Meiran's blood pressure rose and her heart throbbed due to her anger at finally finding the truth. She'd been wrong, she thought everything was different now. "Do you know nothing but duty?"
She folded her arms and looked away, trying to calm her nerves.
A rough hand came to rest on one of Meiran's folded arms. her eyes met with the softened compassionate ones of her husband.
"I defended you in from of my peers, just as you claim to have done for me. I do not merely care for now because what's left of my puny honor depends on it."
He tugged her arm, she complied. He stood, raised his shirt, and placed her hand over ther scare she had bestowed upon him.
Meiran's features saddend as she remembered the day when she'd wounded him. Still, she traced the long thin scar with her fingertips, devastated by the consequences of her actions.
Wufei felt as though he were outside himself as his wife's soft fingers swam gracefully over his tight stomach. He was in disbelief that the two were sharing such a tender moment and was thus rendered speechless.
"You should have left me the day I did this to you," Meiran concluded, finally removing herself from the stimulating connection. "It is a wonder you should take me back."
"No," Wufei said. "It was that day that I realized you were Nataku. You defeated me in the deciding battle. Sure you hurt my pride, but in time I got over my bitterness toward you and began loving you. You wer what strengthened me during the wars. Whenever I was in need, I called upon your spirit, since I thought you were dead. Somehow though, you always reached out and aided me, even when I was disgraced, you were there for me, like you always will be."
Meiran was shocked by this soulful confession and hardly knew where to begin.
"I'm ashamed of leaving you Wufei. I hate myself for it. I am the worst mate they could have chosen for you..."
"Wrong Onna. We were picked because we were the strongest and were meant to carry on a Dragon Clan made out of warriors. We are a perfect match Nataku."
Slowly, to Meiran's surprise, and his own, Wufei begun to bed over his wife where she lay, and slowly he brought his face down upon hers, so their noses were touching. Meiran's eyes were wide in astonishment as Wufei closed his mouth over hers and they kissed for the first time.
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"Oh Hilde, he's so impossible!" Relena said.
"And you think Duo's a picnic?" Hilde returned. "All these boys have their baggage. Duo has the worst nightmares imaginable, I mean really grotesque. And poor Wufei in there can't even accept that his wife has come back to him--and Meiran's absolutely just the most lovely woman..."
"What was that?"
"Ooops. I wasn't supposed to say anything, but yeah....Wufei's dead wife...well....she isn't really dead," Hilde said as she opened the heavy door to Wufei's house.
The two friends noticed the coupld at the same moment and Relena couldn't keep herself quiet.
"Apparently not..."
Before the girls could voice their presence, the were pushed aside by a huffing, heaving body. The commotion of Relena's yelp and Odin's gruff apology as he ran to the bathroom broke the Chinese couple from their new embrace. Confusion befell all four until the slam of the bathroom door woke them from their momentary stupor.
"That was Heero," Relena said. Here eyes swept the room in bewilderment before following the boy into the bathroom.
"I sure hope he's alright," Meiran said, motioning to the blood stains splatterd across the clean hard wood floor.
"I'll get something to clean that," Wufei said.
"Let me help," Hilde offered.
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Heero stood shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror, heating a pair of tweezers with a lighter when Relena opened the door to join him. The sickening sweet smell of blood permeated her nostrils and danced with the alcohol in her belly.
"What happened to you?" she said.
"I got shot." He attempted to hold back the skin on his shoulder and dig the tweezers to the bullet at the same time. He tried this one handed maneuver three times--all unsuccessfully.
"Damnit Relena, I can't get this fucking thing out of my arm!"
Taken aback by his strong outflow of emotion she shied away from only a moment before his sweat-irritated eyes met hers in a mournful, defeated plea for help. She closed the toilet seat, motioning him to sit. he held the tweezers above the flame until it again glowed and then handed them to her. "The bullet should be in pretty deep, a little to your left. Try not to poke around too much."
The girl swallowed and attempted. The hiss of blood against the metal sickened her more and she was desperate to be doing something different.
"How did this happen?" she said.
"The ELF is in the mountains. I suppose I'm getting a little rusty..." he offered, then winced as Relena knocked a sliver of muscle tissue.
"Sorry."
The two sat for moment as Relena concentrated on her working.
"What were you doing out so late?" he said.
"Hilde and I went out for awhile. Just to relax."
"All night without a body guard?"
"Considering that my body guard was out getting himself shot..."
"You shouldn't have been out drinking... You reek of alcohol."
"We're in Germany Hee-Odin."
"So that means that it's alright for to go out like that? It isn't safe."
Relena finally got a hold on the bulled and tugged it out harder than necessary due indignant pride. He bit his tongue instead of cursing.
Relena stood, heralding the bloody bullet proudly. Heero scoffed at her pride and told her to find a plastic bag t keep both he tweezers and the bullet.
Wufei appeared in the doorway as Heero dressed his wound gingerly.
"How'd you get that Lowe?" he said.
"A soldier in your wife's army."
This intrigued Wufei, but he didn't let is show. "Where?"
"They're in the Alps behind your house. Sorry about the mess."
"Looks like we're gonna be fighting again, only this time, we have no Gundams."
"But you'll be fighting you're same old enemy Wufei," Heero said, peering between his messy locks as he finished bandaging his shoulder.
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Sweat whispered its way down his back as he stopped atop the mountain. The smoke from the foreign camp fires stung his nose--and he cursed them for being there--for giving themselves away so easily.
The moon beat down upon the dimly lit camp. Camouflage tenets were strewn about in a n orderly fashion. On a flat, far above the River Constance, the enemy military stayed on under Heero's watchful eyes and sensitive ears.
A voice chirping from one of the tents teased his ears, forcing his body to move swiftly forward. He crpt to where he could hear.
"Sir," the quiet female voice said, "I have just heard from one of our moles and the situation n the city is under control, they suspect nothing from their beloved mountains."
"Excellent," the sleek officer's voice answered. "This means that tomorrow's attack is definite..."
"Shit," Heero breathed. "They are going to attack..."
"What was that?" the officer asked, raising and pulling his pistol from its holster. "I though I heard something."
"Checking Sir," the female subordinate chimed, also pulling out her weapon.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Heero thought as he stealthily attempted to sneak away.
He heard and felt the shot simultaneously as the bullet tore into his shoulder.
"Odin doesn't fight!" He screamed at himself, in full retreat.
"Intruder!" the officer hollered to his troops, implying that they search for the spy.
Pressing his bleeding left shoulder with his right hand, Heero plowed down the hillside, dodging branches and boulders and the occasional gunshot.
Glancing back over his shoulder, his path was stopped by a solid soldier who had run into him. The two stood back, eyeing each other. The soldier raised his gun. In response, Heero systematically kicked the pistol from his enemy's hand, causing it to fire a stray bullet which traveled not far from Heero's right ear.
As the enemy stood unmoving, Heero again broke into a run, this time, tripping over a small stone which his eyes had forgotten to pick up on. He slid down the rocky slope, his underside feeling each tiny grain of grit rub and burn, tearing his skin. Tumbling downward he bounced over an outcropping, unable to stop himself, he kept falling until a large pine trunk stood in is way. He hit with such force that he heard his own ribs crack and his breath was trapped in his throat.
Upon watching their prey rollover the cliff, the enemy, tired and worn, left the pursued for dead and returned to camp, never guessing that they had encountered a perfect soldier.
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The sun had just barely begun to poke its vast rays over the mountainous horizon. The pale yellow dispelled any thoughts of the day's rainy predictions.
Flowers were blossoming in colorful hoards along the river bed, while the lawns along the trodden market street begged to be mowed.
The sweet scent of honey suckle wafted into the small, ancient house in the corner of Constance. Wufei breathed it in, relishing its sweetness, praying that this was a foreshadowing of the dreaded conversation, which he was about to initiate.
Meiran lie in front of him with her eyes closed, yet awake. He knew she sensed him there beside her, but stubbornness disallowed him from stirring her before she stirred herself.
After several minutes, Meiran peaked out form underneath the eyelashes, only to determine whether her husband still sat beside her--and he did.
"Ah, you're awake," He said upon noticing her slight eye movement.
Meiran studied her hands intently, then upon awkwardly deciding that she must truly be conscience, she spoke: "So I am..."
"I told you yesterday evening that I needed to speak with you, so I am here to do so," Wufei announced, hardly sounding as casual as he meant. There was a slight squabble to his voice that gave away his apprehension. This very uncharacteristic occurrence made him all the more worried.
When Wufei said nothing else, and Meiran grew tired of simply waiting, she asked, "What is it that you wist to discuss with me?"
The prideful man sucked in all aspects of that which made him prideful along with a large breath of air. "I think it is finally time that we diescuss the matter between the two of us," Wufei admitted. It has been put off long enough and I apologize. I should have spoken to you about it much sooner, but because of my weaknesses and insecurities I have failed in my responsibilities. I can only hope that you'll forgive me."
Meiran, not knowing exactly how she should respond to such a statement responded the only way she knew.
"I should be the one to apologize, if it were not for my selfish action, your problems would be cut in half."
"Then we both apologize and accept the respective apologies?" Wufei said after a moment's contemplation.
Meiran nodded positively.
Mulling over the different ways in his head to speak next, Wufei grew nervous. Afraid that Meiran would grow bored with his inability to speak, he finally blurted out what he wanted to say quite ineloquently.
"I told Sally."
"You told Sally what?" Meiran said, suppressing her emotions to result in a calm reaction no matter what.
"I told Sally that you wer--are my wife." He sighed heavily when the words left his mouth, as if he had just eaten a holiday feast.
Meiran only stared.
The polite woman warred over whether to feel excited or disappointed. She watched her husband for a hint of how she was supposed to react. She found nothing.
"I suppose now that it doesn't not matter how we act around others then?" Meiran said.
"It does not matter now who knows about our true relationship Meiran."
Knowing that this conversation could not yet end, Meiran pushed forward. "What exactly is our true relationship?"
"You are my wife," Wufei stated matter of factly.
"And you are my husband, but our relationship hardly consists of anything more than the two of us tolerating one another," Meiran said.
"We do no have to make this known to everyone."
"So you'd rather lie to your comrades more than you already have?" Tell me, where is the honor in that Husband?"
"Do you think that i am already beating myself over the lack of honor I have shown you. I have completely disrespected our ancestors out of my own selfish confusion, and now I only try to make up for that."
"So you only act as if you care to please our ancestors?"
This struck Wufei as an odd comment and he sat back to contemplate it. Were all of his good acts simply part of the traditions he'd been taught. Was taking care of Meiran only his duty or was there something more?
Meiran's blood pressure rose and her heart throbbed due to her anger at finally finding the truth. She'd been wrong, she thought everything was different now. "Do you know nothing but duty?"
She folded her arms and looked away, trying to calm her nerves.
A rough hand came to rest on one of Meiran's folded arms. her eyes met with the softened compassionate ones of her husband.
"I defended you in from of my peers, just as you claim to have done for me. I do not merely care for now because what's left of my puny honor depends on it."
He tugged her arm, she complied. He stood, raised his shirt, and placed her hand over ther scare she had bestowed upon him.
Meiran's features saddend as she remembered the day when she'd wounded him. Still, she traced the long thin scar with her fingertips, devastated by the consequences of her actions.
Wufei felt as though he were outside himself as his wife's soft fingers swam gracefully over his tight stomach. He was in disbelief that the two were sharing such a tender moment and was thus rendered speechless.
"You should have left me the day I did this to you," Meiran concluded, finally removing herself from the stimulating connection. "It is a wonder you should take me back."
"No," Wufei said. "It was that day that I realized you were Nataku. You defeated me in the deciding battle. Sure you hurt my pride, but in time I got over my bitterness toward you and began loving you. You wer what strengthened me during the wars. Whenever I was in need, I called upon your spirit, since I thought you were dead. Somehow though, you always reached out and aided me, even when I was disgraced, you were there for me, like you always will be."
Meiran was shocked by this soulful confession and hardly knew where to begin.
"I'm ashamed of leaving you Wufei. I hate myself for it. I am the worst mate they could have chosen for you..."
"Wrong Onna. We were picked because we were the strongest and were meant to carry on a Dragon Clan made out of warriors. We are a perfect match Nataku."
Slowly, to Meiran's surprise, and his own, Wufei begun to bed over his wife where she lay, and slowly he brought his face down upon hers, so their noses were touching. Meiran's eyes were wide in astonishment as Wufei closed his mouth over hers and they kissed for the first time.
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"Oh Hilde, he's so impossible!" Relena said.
"And you think Duo's a picnic?" Hilde returned. "All these boys have their baggage. Duo has the worst nightmares imaginable, I mean really grotesque. And poor Wufei in there can't even accept that his wife has come back to him--and Meiran's absolutely just the most lovely woman..."
"What was that?"
"Ooops. I wasn't supposed to say anything, but yeah....Wufei's dead wife...well....she isn't really dead," Hilde said as she opened the heavy door to Wufei's house.
The two friends noticed the coupld at the same moment and Relena couldn't keep herself quiet.
"Apparently not..."
Before the girls could voice their presence, the were pushed aside by a huffing, heaving body. The commotion of Relena's yelp and Odin's gruff apology as he ran to the bathroom broke the Chinese couple from their new embrace. Confusion befell all four until the slam of the bathroom door woke them from their momentary stupor.
"That was Heero," Relena said. Here eyes swept the room in bewilderment before following the boy into the bathroom.
"I sure hope he's alright," Meiran said, motioning to the blood stains splatterd across the clean hard wood floor.
"I'll get something to clean that," Wufei said.
"Let me help," Hilde offered.
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Heero stood shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror, heating a pair of tweezers with a lighter when Relena opened the door to join him. The sickening sweet smell of blood permeated her nostrils and danced with the alcohol in her belly.
"What happened to you?" she said.
"I got shot." He attempted to hold back the skin on his shoulder and dig the tweezers to the bullet at the same time. He tried this one handed maneuver three times--all unsuccessfully.
"Damnit Relena, I can't get this fucking thing out of my arm!"
Taken aback by his strong outflow of emotion she shied away from only a moment before his sweat-irritated eyes met hers in a mournful, defeated plea for help. She closed the toilet seat, motioning him to sit. he held the tweezers above the flame until it again glowed and then handed them to her. "The bullet should be in pretty deep, a little to your left. Try not to poke around too much."
The girl swallowed and attempted. The hiss of blood against the metal sickened her more and she was desperate to be doing something different.
"How did this happen?" she said.
"The ELF is in the mountains. I suppose I'm getting a little rusty..." he offered, then winced as Relena knocked a sliver of muscle tissue.
"Sorry."
The two sat for moment as Relena concentrated on her working.
"What were you doing out so late?" he said.
"Hilde and I went out for awhile. Just to relax."
"All night without a body guard?"
"Considering that my body guard was out getting himself shot..."
"You shouldn't have been out drinking... You reek of alcohol."
"We're in Germany Hee-Odin."
"So that means that it's alright for to go out like that? It isn't safe."
Relena finally got a hold on the bulled and tugged it out harder than necessary due indignant pride. He bit his tongue instead of cursing.
Relena stood, heralding the bloody bullet proudly. Heero scoffed at her pride and told her to find a plastic bag t keep both he tweezers and the bullet.
Wufei appeared in the doorway as Heero dressed his wound gingerly.
"How'd you get that Lowe?" he said.
"A soldier in your wife's army."
This intrigued Wufei, but he didn't let is show. "Where?"
"They're in the Alps behind your house. Sorry about the mess."
"Looks like we're gonna be fighting again, only this time, we have no Gundams."
"But you'll be fighting you're same old enemy Wufei," Heero said, peering between his messy locks as he finished bandaging his shoulder.