Wufei sighed an opened his eyes. Meditation was not going to work today. With a soft grunt he stood and walked over to his desk and opened the locked drawer. He lifted a couple of papers and picked up a photograph that he had not told the others about.
"Oh Nataku," He stared at the picture of the black haired girl in ceremonial robes. "What am I going to do now? I know something is wrong with Gabrielle, Raven and Myst but what have they got to do with the Shaman's Cult?"
The picture of his wife simply smiled back at him. In the photo she was smiling as purely as she had been the day she died. The same day that they had come to recognize each other as husband and wife. Sighing again he placed the picture back in the drawer. He loved Nataku still but lately he'd been thinking about one of the twins. Gabrielle to be exact. Her fierce energy reminded him so much of Nataku.
"I can let you see Nataku again if you wish." Wufei spun around to see Myst sitting on his window frame looking as if she did this on a regular basis.
"What do you mean?" He asked taking in the change in her style of clothing. She was now wearing tight black pants and shirt but covered it with a rather long and flowing black trenchcoat.
"Like it?" She gave a small half grin and slid off the window sill, gliding around him to the desk then sat on top of it. "I figured it would be nice for a change."
"That still doesn't answer my question. Ignoring the fact that you have enterd my room as a theif, through the window."
She lowered her head with a smirk slightly then tossed her hair back as she looked at him. "You miss Nataku." She stated softly and walked up to him. "You want to see her again. I can tell. No matter how many years have gone by you still miss her. I can let you talk to her in the Spirit Realm for a final time if you wish it."
"The...Spirit Realm? The dead should stay dead." Wufei turned his back on Myst. "You have nothing to gain by doing this, only the corruption of black magic."
"There is no corruption in letting two lovers meet again." Myst said, this time from directly at his back. She placed a hand on his shoulder turning around. "Come now. Let your grief rest."
Wufei lowered his head, missing the half smile flicker on Myst's face as she teleported them out of the house.
"Oh Nataku," He stared at the picture of the black haired girl in ceremonial robes. "What am I going to do now? I know something is wrong with Gabrielle, Raven and Myst but what have they got to do with the Shaman's Cult?"
The picture of his wife simply smiled back at him. In the photo she was smiling as purely as she had been the day she died. The same day that they had come to recognize each other as husband and wife. Sighing again he placed the picture back in the drawer. He loved Nataku still but lately he'd been thinking about one of the twins. Gabrielle to be exact. Her fierce energy reminded him so much of Nataku.
"I can let you see Nataku again if you wish." Wufei spun around to see Myst sitting on his window frame looking as if she did this on a regular basis.
"What do you mean?" He asked taking in the change in her style of clothing. She was now wearing tight black pants and shirt but covered it with a rather long and flowing black trenchcoat.
"Like it?" She gave a small half grin and slid off the window sill, gliding around him to the desk then sat on top of it. "I figured it would be nice for a change."
"That still doesn't answer my question. Ignoring the fact that you have enterd my room as a theif, through the window."
She lowered her head with a smirk slightly then tossed her hair back as she looked at him. "You miss Nataku." She stated softly and walked up to him. "You want to see her again. I can tell. No matter how many years have gone by you still miss her. I can let you talk to her in the Spirit Realm for a final time if you wish it."
"The...Spirit Realm? The dead should stay dead." Wufei turned his back on Myst. "You have nothing to gain by doing this, only the corruption of black magic."
"There is no corruption in letting two lovers meet again." Myst said, this time from directly at his back. She placed a hand on his shoulder turning around. "Come now. Let your grief rest."
Wufei lowered his head, missing the half smile flicker on Myst's face as she teleported them out of the house.