Rose: Whooooooo hoooooo. Crisis! Load the scenes!!
Crisis: Huh?
Rose: !! *.* Gundam pilots! Must have. Gundam pilots!
Crisis: Uh .Sure boss. I will get the pilots.
-Little computer icon of a girl running across the screen.-
Rose: Wow. she's such an excellent muse.
-Gundam pilots show up and the screen lights up with a cute anime girl's face winking.-
Crisis: All here and accounted for, boss.
Heero: Hn.
Duo: The hells are we- oh! Run!
Quatre: Miss Tenji, it's nice to see you again . -Cringe.-
Rose: It's Rose now, Ka-yu baby.
Quatre: Ri- right, Miss Rose.
Wufei: You aren't going to put us in another story, are you, onna?
Rose: -Innocent grin.- Maybe.
Duo: Please! I've had enough of you pairing me up with these crazy women!
Quatre: And although they're very interesting pairings, Miss Rose, we don't like being paired up with these people.
Rose: Ka-yu baby, you hurt me, -Taps her chest- right here. An arrow to the heart.
Wufei: You don't have one.
Rose: Ouch, Wu-man. Do me a favor, and shut up.
Wufei: Make me onna!!
Duo: -Whispers to Wufei- Remember her uber powers in her stories?
Wufei: -Gulp.-
Rose: Ahhh. What can I make you do? I know! -Zap.-
-A bright flash fills the room, and a strange looking girl is standing in Wufei's place.-
Woman: AHHH! There's extra weight on my chest!! -Almost falls over.- And ... my voice! It's all, high pitched! Onna, injustice! Turn me back!
-The rest of the Gundam pilots cringe and creep back, even Heero and Trowa.-
Crisis: -Soft sigh.- Oh boy .
Rose: -Cackling madly.- Muahahahaha!! I've decided! Wufei is a woman for this story! There shall be pairing within the wing!! And a baby!! Moreover, if anyone else says something stupid, they're gonna be a woman too!!
Gundam Pilots: AHHH!!
Crisis: Rose Magick owns nothing but the female version of Wufei, the original characters, and the plotline.
Rose: Don't forget my boys in chains and my words!
Crisis: And boys in chains, and her words.
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Duo Maxwell, otherwise known as Shinigami, was walking through the park in the rain. An umbrella over his head, and a whistling happy tune in his heart, Duo was all but skipping. His long chestnut brown braid swung out behind him and his blue violet eyes shone with mirth, twinkling brightly. Held against his chest was a large pack of papers, hidden inside a purple plastic container.
'Heero better be happy with this info,' Duo thought to himself, 'It took forever to get.'
The five pilots were staying together, for once, at Quatre's L2 colony mansion. The park he was walking through happened to be Quatre's private park just a mile within the gates, and a mile away from the front porch. Winner considered it a summer home, and he didn't allow cars or motorcycles going through, planes and helicopters were despised. Walking was the only way to do anything.
Duo was just about to start whistling 'I'm Singing in the Rain' when he heard a faint crying sound. 'Sounds almost like a kid,' he realized with a puzzled frown, 'A baby almost. But what would a baby be doing here?' Instead of just walking on towards the mansion, he turned and followed his ears to the source of the sound.
A small arm basket rested in the roots of a tree, sheltered from the rain, with a bundle of blankets shoved into it. The sound was most definitely coming from inside the blankets. Curiously, Duo squatted down and pushed the blankets aside to peer inside. A red screaming face greeted him, and when the baby realized there was less warmth covering it, the screams got louder. "Hey, calm down little fella. Where's your mom?"
The baby waved it's fists furiously, and only screamed in answer. Duo carefully picked the basket up, baby and all, and shifted the plastic covered papers under the basket. "Kiddo, let's get you somewhere warmer, eh?" He pulled the blankets up a bit, shielding the red face from the rain.
*****
"No, Duo. We're going to have to take this baby to the local Social worker." The platinum haired boy firmly told his friend, although he was staring at their bundle of silent joy. The baby had finally quieted down when Trowa showed up with a warm blanket and a pacifier. Of course, he hadn't told anyone where the pacifier came from.
Heero sat silently in the corner, going over the information Duo had brought him from the Preventor's office. "But Q! This kid needs us! Besides- " Duo crossed his arms over his chest, looking stern, "He was on your property. Someone left him here for us to find!"
"You have a point there . I don't understand how anyone could have gotten past the security system Heero built for us. Still, Duo, he looks like a healthy baby boy. I'm sure he'll get adopted right away." "But I want to adopt him!" The braided pilot complained, picking the baby up out of the basket and holding the infant close to his chest. "He's so cute!"
"I'm back." The soft female voice drifted through the house, and the four boys glanced towards the doorway to see Chang Wu Fei slide in with her Asian grace. (Rose: -Giggle fits.-) Her sharp obsidian eyes stared at the baby snuggling against Duo's chest, and then she sucked in a sudden breath. "Now you've done it, you playboy. You've brought a bastard child home, haven't you?"
"Hmph! I'll have you know, I found him outside!"
Wu Fei frowned at Duo, and clucked her tongue, "Give me that baby right now, Maxwell. Men can't possibly care for such a little tyke." Duo protested noiselessly so he wouldn't wake the sleeping baby, and tried to fend her off with one arm. She smacked his hand away and snatched the baby soundlessly away from him.
The baby made a small cry and pushed at Wu Fei. Disdainfully, she sniffed the air and patted the baby's rear end. "You men! This boy needs a diaper change!" Quatre frowned, "Well, I guess we should change his diaper before we take him to the Social worker." Wu Fei scowled at Quatre, "You can't possibly be thinking of giving this child up to strangers, Winner. He needs us, isn't that right?" She cooed the last part to the fussing infant, earning startled looks Duo and Quatre.
"I want to adopt him!" Duo announced again, searching through the basket of blankets for any baby supplies. He come up with a diaper, a box of wipes, and a bottle of powdered formula. "You're not old enough." Wu Fei waved a dismissive hand to Duo and laid the baby down on the table. "Let's change this diaper." Carefully, she undid the sticky sides and reached for the box of wipes. Duo hastily relinquished the wipes and the diaper, and she pulled the front of the diaper down carefully.
"Oh."
"Oh what?" Duo blinked, and Wu Fei looked up, blinking herself. "Maxwell, about the boy thing." "What about it?" Heero stared over his stack of papers, while Quatre blushed, also staring at the baby. "He's a she, Maxwell." "No way! Look at that face! It's a boy!" Duo leaned forward, and then drew back quickly, "Ah, maybe it's a girl."
"Now she has to stay. I need another woman around," Wu Fei sniffed derisively. Trowa handed Wu Fei the wipes, and she carefully went about wiping the baby girl's behind. "Peuw. You really needed a change, didn't you?" Lifting her up partly by her legs, she slid the dirty diaper out and replaced it with the clean one. The baby just made another fussing sound, and quickly, Wu Fei put the sticky pieces together.
Heero hid his face behind the papers, and in his quiet monotone voice, said, "I'll adopt her." "What?!" Even Trowa had looked at Heero with disbelief. "I said I'll adopt her. I'm old enough." He stayed hidden behind the papers, and Wu Fei lifted the baby up to hold her against her chest. "You couldn't take care of a baby, Yuy!" "Could too. Watch." Heero put the papers down, and made a soft cooing sound.
The baby looked towards the sound Heero was making, wide dark eyes unfocused. Stunned, the others were quiet. Heero made the sound again, and whispered in a soft smooth voice, "Hey there, sweetheart. Hey. Hey. Aren't you a beautiful little girl?" Immediately, the baby stuck her arms out and started squirming in Wu Fei's arms.
"Give her here." Heero held his arms out, and Wu Fei cautiously handed the wriggling infant to him. Duo watched in silent fascination as the baby stopped wriggling, and snuggled up to Heero's chest while the Japanese pilot cradled her. "I've handled younger children before." He whispered in that same smooth voice, gently rocking the baby side to side. This time, the baby was the one cooing at Heero, her unfocused eyes staring wildly up towards his face.
"He-man, I'd never have expected that from you!" Duo let out a whistle, grinning at the odd sight. Quatre shrugged it off, "It's a bit unusual, but, Heero's full of surprises." Wu Fei crossed her arms under her breasts, scowling slightly, "Well Heero, go adopt her. Make her part of our family." "Perhaps you should call the social worker again, Quatre." Trowa said this, looking towards Quatre with half lidded eyes.
Quatre nodded as he walked out of the front room, "I'll get on that right now." Heero stood up with the baby, and slowly headed towards the door. "Where are you going with that baby, Yuy?" Wu Fei turned her feral scowl on him; he just shrugged her scowl away. "To my room. I have to find a proper name for this baby."
***** "There has to be a perfect name for you, little one." Heero stared at his soon to be foster daughter, an unusual expression on his face. By stacking pillows around her, and padding the wall with the blanket, he'd made a makeshift crib. He looked thoughtful, and he was smiling. Of course, only the baby was witness to it. She waved her fists, and then shoved one in her mouth to suck on it. "Mrphf." She said to him, and he nodded in agreement, "Mrphf."
Ideas ran rampant through his head, and his thoughtful smile turned to a blank expression as he focused on the racing thoughts. 'Love, feeling, peace, beautiful, grace . dream.' "Dream." He said aloud, and the baby tried to focus on him again. Heero stroked her soft black fuzz, and smiled at her, "Yumeko[1]. Do you like that name?" The baby cooed around her fist.
"Yumeko it is. Yumeko Keitori[2], but we'll just call you Yumeko Yuy." Yumeko made a face, listening to him. Heero's eyes had gotten misty and distant, and to add to that, Heero had been speaking in Japanese. A soft knock on his door drew him out of his trance, and he stared at the wooden portal before clearing his throat, "Come in."
Quatre came in and closed the door behind him, "The social worker sounds happy, and says there's a lot of kids waiting to be adopted right now. She said if you come in tomorrow, she can arrange to get the baby a birth certificate. The papers are all set except for some minor details, so all you have to do is sign. Plus, they can try to determine the baby's ethnicity and age."
Heero nodded, and Quatre peered over at Yumeko. "If you need some money for her needs ." "Hn. It's not necessary-" Quatre looked a bit hurt, and Heero added as if he had never stopped, "I have money in a private bank account, Quatre. But thank you anyways." The peaceful younger teen beamed at Heero, nodding happily. "I'll arrange for transport for you to get into town. You'll need to get clothing and food for her tonight."
Silently, Heero stood up and lifted Yumeko into his arms. "Yumeko and I will go now. The transport is required, the chances of her getting ill are already high from the exposure to the cold air. There is, however, no path for the transport to get here. How will we get to town?"
"Easy!" Quatre tipped his head to the side, eyes closed in a beaming smile, "I'll call up the local car rental shop, and have a truck brought here. A truck can easily navigate the forest inside the gates." "Arigatou, Quatre." The beautiful Japanese word slid off Heero's tongue easily, and Quatre suppressed a shiver. Fortunately, Heero hadn't noticed. He was too busy fussing with the baby. The Arab took the silent moment to call up the rental shop, and have them send a truck over. Money, as he stated firmly to the man, was no object. But they had to be there within ten minutes. Of course, the man enthuaistically agreed and hung up.
"Does she have a name yet?" Wu Fei nudged the door open, hand on the knob, while she watched Heero and the baby intently. "Yumeko." In response to her name, the little infant jerked her large head up and stared widely in the direction of Heero's mouth. "She seems to know it." Quatre said out loud, eyeing how gracefully and gently the Japanese boy held her.
"Quit ogling and get moving, Winner." Wu Fei gave Quatre a nudge, "Proud papa over there has to be getting along. That little girl needs clothing, and she needs food. There's enough formula in that basket for tonight, and then that's it." Heero wrapped Yumeko in one of the thicker blankets, and then cautiously slid his jacket on while switching her from arm to arm. She made faces at him while his fellow pilots stared, oddly fascinated with the new side to the Perfect Soldier. Finally, he buttoned his jacket up a bit and slid her between the jacket and his warm shirt.
"Right."
That was all he said, and then Heero brushed past them both, and out the door. Quatre watched him go in quiet enthrallment, Wu Fei in voiced admiration. "Would you look at that spectacular view!" The blonde's face flamed, "Wu Fei!" "I was talking about Heero and Yumeko, pervert." Wu Fei snorted and blew a stray strand of hair from out of her face. Quatre's face got redder as she easily slid past him and padded down the hall.
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It was a content lovely scene. A long streaming brook with banks of overflowing lush green plant life, bright blue skies without clouds, and a young Japanese child sitting on a rock overhanging the brook. Bare feet in the water, a toy boat in his chubby hands, he hummed a happy tune he'd heard from the children in town.
"Shiro!"
At the cry, he jerked his head up and stared in confusion towards the opposite bank. A brunette appeared in the middle of the grass, her arms waving frantically. Her dark blue kimono was falling off her shoulders, skin showing in the middle of it. The obi to the kimono was missing, and rips ran from her shoulders to her waist.
"Mother, what is it?" Shiro asked in perfect Japanese.
"Shiro, my sweet baby! You have to go! Run, run as fast as you can! And don't stop for anyone but me!" She replied in Japanese as well, in a voice that almost broke, shemay have looked frantic, but her face. that look.
"But Mother!" He protested, lifting to his feet and slipping into his shoes.
"Do it Shiro! Now!" . that look. It was so determined, it frightened him. He'd never seen her look anything but blissfully happy. Shiro took off running, and he didn't stop. He didn't stop until he heard his mother scream, and the scream tore at his heart, she was in pain. Shiro bit his lip til it bled, but he didn't scream back, he hid in the grasses. As night came to help or destroy him, he heard the sounds. They were coming .
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Rose: End!
Duo: What! A one shot?
Wu Fei: YES!!! -Jumps up and down cheering.-
Rose: Nah. This chapter's over. Next one will be out soon, I'm calling it. Yume no Yumeko, or Yumeko's Dream.
Yumeko [1]- Yumeko, I'm not quite sure, but I'm sure enough that it means Dream Child, or Little Dream.
Keitori [2]- I'm definant about this one. It means Rapture Bird. (/n_n\) V
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Crisis: Huh?
Rose: !! *.* Gundam pilots! Must have. Gundam pilots!
Crisis: Uh .Sure boss. I will get the pilots.
-Little computer icon of a girl running across the screen.-
Rose: Wow. she's such an excellent muse.
-Gundam pilots show up and the screen lights up with a cute anime girl's face winking.-
Crisis: All here and accounted for, boss.
Heero: Hn.
Duo: The hells are we- oh! Run!
Quatre: Miss Tenji, it's nice to see you again . -Cringe.-
Rose: It's Rose now, Ka-yu baby.
Quatre: Ri- right, Miss Rose.
Wufei: You aren't going to put us in another story, are you, onna?
Rose: -Innocent grin.- Maybe.
Duo: Please! I've had enough of you pairing me up with these crazy women!
Quatre: And although they're very interesting pairings, Miss Rose, we don't like being paired up with these people.
Rose: Ka-yu baby, you hurt me, -Taps her chest- right here. An arrow to the heart.
Wufei: You don't have one.
Rose: Ouch, Wu-man. Do me a favor, and shut up.
Wufei: Make me onna!!
Duo: -Whispers to Wufei- Remember her uber powers in her stories?
Wufei: -Gulp.-
Rose: Ahhh. What can I make you do? I know! -Zap.-
-A bright flash fills the room, and a strange looking girl is standing in Wufei's place.-
Woman: AHHH! There's extra weight on my chest!! -Almost falls over.- And ... my voice! It's all, high pitched! Onna, injustice! Turn me back!
-The rest of the Gundam pilots cringe and creep back, even Heero and Trowa.-
Crisis: -Soft sigh.- Oh boy .
Rose: -Cackling madly.- Muahahahaha!! I've decided! Wufei is a woman for this story! There shall be pairing within the wing!! And a baby!! Moreover, if anyone else says something stupid, they're gonna be a woman too!!
Gundam Pilots: AHHH!!
Crisis: Rose Magick owns nothing but the female version of Wufei, the original characters, and the plotline.
Rose: Don't forget my boys in chains and my words!
Crisis: And boys in chains, and her words.
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/**|-|**\ = Flash back \**|-|**/ = End flash back '..' = Thoughts (...) = Author interruptions [#] = Author note /|..|\ = Telepathy
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Duo Maxwell, otherwise known as Shinigami, was walking through the park in the rain. An umbrella over his head, and a whistling happy tune in his heart, Duo was all but skipping. His long chestnut brown braid swung out behind him and his blue violet eyes shone with mirth, twinkling brightly. Held against his chest was a large pack of papers, hidden inside a purple plastic container.
'Heero better be happy with this info,' Duo thought to himself, 'It took forever to get.'
The five pilots were staying together, for once, at Quatre's L2 colony mansion. The park he was walking through happened to be Quatre's private park just a mile within the gates, and a mile away from the front porch. Winner considered it a summer home, and he didn't allow cars or motorcycles going through, planes and helicopters were despised. Walking was the only way to do anything.
Duo was just about to start whistling 'I'm Singing in the Rain' when he heard a faint crying sound. 'Sounds almost like a kid,' he realized with a puzzled frown, 'A baby almost. But what would a baby be doing here?' Instead of just walking on towards the mansion, he turned and followed his ears to the source of the sound.
A small arm basket rested in the roots of a tree, sheltered from the rain, with a bundle of blankets shoved into it. The sound was most definitely coming from inside the blankets. Curiously, Duo squatted down and pushed the blankets aside to peer inside. A red screaming face greeted him, and when the baby realized there was less warmth covering it, the screams got louder. "Hey, calm down little fella. Where's your mom?"
The baby waved it's fists furiously, and only screamed in answer. Duo carefully picked the basket up, baby and all, and shifted the plastic covered papers under the basket. "Kiddo, let's get you somewhere warmer, eh?" He pulled the blankets up a bit, shielding the red face from the rain.
*****
"No, Duo. We're going to have to take this baby to the local Social worker." The platinum haired boy firmly told his friend, although he was staring at their bundle of silent joy. The baby had finally quieted down when Trowa showed up with a warm blanket and a pacifier. Of course, he hadn't told anyone where the pacifier came from.
Heero sat silently in the corner, going over the information Duo had brought him from the Preventor's office. "But Q! This kid needs us! Besides- " Duo crossed his arms over his chest, looking stern, "He was on your property. Someone left him here for us to find!"
"You have a point there . I don't understand how anyone could have gotten past the security system Heero built for us. Still, Duo, he looks like a healthy baby boy. I'm sure he'll get adopted right away." "But I want to adopt him!" The braided pilot complained, picking the baby up out of the basket and holding the infant close to his chest. "He's so cute!"
"I'm back." The soft female voice drifted through the house, and the four boys glanced towards the doorway to see Chang Wu Fei slide in with her Asian grace. (Rose: -Giggle fits.-) Her sharp obsidian eyes stared at the baby snuggling against Duo's chest, and then she sucked in a sudden breath. "Now you've done it, you playboy. You've brought a bastard child home, haven't you?"
"Hmph! I'll have you know, I found him outside!"
Wu Fei frowned at Duo, and clucked her tongue, "Give me that baby right now, Maxwell. Men can't possibly care for such a little tyke." Duo protested noiselessly so he wouldn't wake the sleeping baby, and tried to fend her off with one arm. She smacked his hand away and snatched the baby soundlessly away from him.
The baby made a small cry and pushed at Wu Fei. Disdainfully, she sniffed the air and patted the baby's rear end. "You men! This boy needs a diaper change!" Quatre frowned, "Well, I guess we should change his diaper before we take him to the Social worker." Wu Fei scowled at Quatre, "You can't possibly be thinking of giving this child up to strangers, Winner. He needs us, isn't that right?" She cooed the last part to the fussing infant, earning startled looks Duo and Quatre.
"I want to adopt him!" Duo announced again, searching through the basket of blankets for any baby supplies. He come up with a diaper, a box of wipes, and a bottle of powdered formula. "You're not old enough." Wu Fei waved a dismissive hand to Duo and laid the baby down on the table. "Let's change this diaper." Carefully, she undid the sticky sides and reached for the box of wipes. Duo hastily relinquished the wipes and the diaper, and she pulled the front of the diaper down carefully.
"Oh."
"Oh what?" Duo blinked, and Wu Fei looked up, blinking herself. "Maxwell, about the boy thing." "What about it?" Heero stared over his stack of papers, while Quatre blushed, also staring at the baby. "He's a she, Maxwell." "No way! Look at that face! It's a boy!" Duo leaned forward, and then drew back quickly, "Ah, maybe it's a girl."
"Now she has to stay. I need another woman around," Wu Fei sniffed derisively. Trowa handed Wu Fei the wipes, and she carefully went about wiping the baby girl's behind. "Peuw. You really needed a change, didn't you?" Lifting her up partly by her legs, she slid the dirty diaper out and replaced it with the clean one. The baby just made another fussing sound, and quickly, Wu Fei put the sticky pieces together.
Heero hid his face behind the papers, and in his quiet monotone voice, said, "I'll adopt her." "What?!" Even Trowa had looked at Heero with disbelief. "I said I'll adopt her. I'm old enough." He stayed hidden behind the papers, and Wu Fei lifted the baby up to hold her against her chest. "You couldn't take care of a baby, Yuy!" "Could too. Watch." Heero put the papers down, and made a soft cooing sound.
The baby looked towards the sound Heero was making, wide dark eyes unfocused. Stunned, the others were quiet. Heero made the sound again, and whispered in a soft smooth voice, "Hey there, sweetheart. Hey. Hey. Aren't you a beautiful little girl?" Immediately, the baby stuck her arms out and started squirming in Wu Fei's arms.
"Give her here." Heero held his arms out, and Wu Fei cautiously handed the wriggling infant to him. Duo watched in silent fascination as the baby stopped wriggling, and snuggled up to Heero's chest while the Japanese pilot cradled her. "I've handled younger children before." He whispered in that same smooth voice, gently rocking the baby side to side. This time, the baby was the one cooing at Heero, her unfocused eyes staring wildly up towards his face.
"He-man, I'd never have expected that from you!" Duo let out a whistle, grinning at the odd sight. Quatre shrugged it off, "It's a bit unusual, but, Heero's full of surprises." Wu Fei crossed her arms under her breasts, scowling slightly, "Well Heero, go adopt her. Make her part of our family." "Perhaps you should call the social worker again, Quatre." Trowa said this, looking towards Quatre with half lidded eyes.
Quatre nodded as he walked out of the front room, "I'll get on that right now." Heero stood up with the baby, and slowly headed towards the door. "Where are you going with that baby, Yuy?" Wu Fei turned her feral scowl on him; he just shrugged her scowl away. "To my room. I have to find a proper name for this baby."
***** "There has to be a perfect name for you, little one." Heero stared at his soon to be foster daughter, an unusual expression on his face. By stacking pillows around her, and padding the wall with the blanket, he'd made a makeshift crib. He looked thoughtful, and he was smiling. Of course, only the baby was witness to it. She waved her fists, and then shoved one in her mouth to suck on it. "Mrphf." She said to him, and he nodded in agreement, "Mrphf."
Ideas ran rampant through his head, and his thoughtful smile turned to a blank expression as he focused on the racing thoughts. 'Love, feeling, peace, beautiful, grace . dream.' "Dream." He said aloud, and the baby tried to focus on him again. Heero stroked her soft black fuzz, and smiled at her, "Yumeko[1]. Do you like that name?" The baby cooed around her fist.
"Yumeko it is. Yumeko Keitori[2], but we'll just call you Yumeko Yuy." Yumeko made a face, listening to him. Heero's eyes had gotten misty and distant, and to add to that, Heero had been speaking in Japanese. A soft knock on his door drew him out of his trance, and he stared at the wooden portal before clearing his throat, "Come in."
Quatre came in and closed the door behind him, "The social worker sounds happy, and says there's a lot of kids waiting to be adopted right now. She said if you come in tomorrow, she can arrange to get the baby a birth certificate. The papers are all set except for some minor details, so all you have to do is sign. Plus, they can try to determine the baby's ethnicity and age."
Heero nodded, and Quatre peered over at Yumeko. "If you need some money for her needs ." "Hn. It's not necessary-" Quatre looked a bit hurt, and Heero added as if he had never stopped, "I have money in a private bank account, Quatre. But thank you anyways." The peaceful younger teen beamed at Heero, nodding happily. "I'll arrange for transport for you to get into town. You'll need to get clothing and food for her tonight."
Silently, Heero stood up and lifted Yumeko into his arms. "Yumeko and I will go now. The transport is required, the chances of her getting ill are already high from the exposure to the cold air. There is, however, no path for the transport to get here. How will we get to town?"
"Easy!" Quatre tipped his head to the side, eyes closed in a beaming smile, "I'll call up the local car rental shop, and have a truck brought here. A truck can easily navigate the forest inside the gates." "Arigatou, Quatre." The beautiful Japanese word slid off Heero's tongue easily, and Quatre suppressed a shiver. Fortunately, Heero hadn't noticed. He was too busy fussing with the baby. The Arab took the silent moment to call up the rental shop, and have them send a truck over. Money, as he stated firmly to the man, was no object. But they had to be there within ten minutes. Of course, the man enthuaistically agreed and hung up.
"Does she have a name yet?" Wu Fei nudged the door open, hand on the knob, while she watched Heero and the baby intently. "Yumeko." In response to her name, the little infant jerked her large head up and stared widely in the direction of Heero's mouth. "She seems to know it." Quatre said out loud, eyeing how gracefully and gently the Japanese boy held her.
"Quit ogling and get moving, Winner." Wu Fei gave Quatre a nudge, "Proud papa over there has to be getting along. That little girl needs clothing, and she needs food. There's enough formula in that basket for tonight, and then that's it." Heero wrapped Yumeko in one of the thicker blankets, and then cautiously slid his jacket on while switching her from arm to arm. She made faces at him while his fellow pilots stared, oddly fascinated with the new side to the Perfect Soldier. Finally, he buttoned his jacket up a bit and slid her between the jacket and his warm shirt.
"Right."
That was all he said, and then Heero brushed past them both, and out the door. Quatre watched him go in quiet enthrallment, Wu Fei in voiced admiration. "Would you look at that spectacular view!" The blonde's face flamed, "Wu Fei!" "I was talking about Heero and Yumeko, pervert." Wu Fei snorted and blew a stray strand of hair from out of her face. Quatre's face got redder as she easily slid past him and padded down the hall.
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It was a content lovely scene. A long streaming brook with banks of overflowing lush green plant life, bright blue skies without clouds, and a young Japanese child sitting on a rock overhanging the brook. Bare feet in the water, a toy boat in his chubby hands, he hummed a happy tune he'd heard from the children in town.
"Shiro!"
At the cry, he jerked his head up and stared in confusion towards the opposite bank. A brunette appeared in the middle of the grass, her arms waving frantically. Her dark blue kimono was falling off her shoulders, skin showing in the middle of it. The obi to the kimono was missing, and rips ran from her shoulders to her waist.
"Mother, what is it?" Shiro asked in perfect Japanese.
"Shiro, my sweet baby! You have to go! Run, run as fast as you can! And don't stop for anyone but me!" She replied in Japanese as well, in a voice that almost broke, shemay have looked frantic, but her face. that look.
"But Mother!" He protested, lifting to his feet and slipping into his shoes.
"Do it Shiro! Now!" . that look. It was so determined, it frightened him. He'd never seen her look anything but blissfully happy. Shiro took off running, and he didn't stop. He didn't stop until he heard his mother scream, and the scream tore at his heart, she was in pain. Shiro bit his lip til it bled, but he didn't scream back, he hid in the grasses. As night came to help or destroy him, he heard the sounds. They were coming .
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Rose: End!
Duo: What! A one shot?
Wu Fei: YES!!! -Jumps up and down cheering.-
Rose: Nah. This chapter's over. Next one will be out soon, I'm calling it. Yume no Yumeko, or Yumeko's Dream.
Yumeko [1]- Yumeko, I'm not quite sure, but I'm sure enough that it means Dream Child, or Little Dream.
Keitori [2]- I'm definant about this one. It means Rapture Bird. (/n_n\) V
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