A/N All the standard stuff. don't own GW, own Cass, Toby, Kedo, Nataku, Cosmo, and Wanda (okay not the last two, but I wish!!!) And no, Cosmo and Wanda make no cameo appearances in this story. If you don't know who they are, don't worry, you don't need to. Hope you enjoy. Forgot to mention that this story is going off of the assumption that what someone told me about Wufei having once been married but then she died is true. Yes, he is a widower in this story. The original wife is the other Nataku that I don't own. And then the gundam, who was named after the wife because it was the wife's gundam. Confusing, unless you already know what I'm talking about. Oh well, R&R, please!
Wufei entered the house to find it quiet. All were sleeping, and he wanted it that way. He tried not to dwell on it, but the inevitable truth was that there was no one for him. No lover to come back to, to shed tears of joy at his safe return. He crept up to his room silently, and slipped inside his alcove. The second he entered his chambers, though, he knew something was off. He looked over at his bed and noticed a lump in it. He drew closer to see it was a girl, sleeping peacefully.
"Maxwell!" he roared as he tore out of the room. All the pilots were awake now, standing in the hallway. He sped at Duo viciously only to be intercepted by the remaining three.
"What is the meaning of this?!" he yelled.. "There is an onna whom I don't even know in my room, sleeping on my bed, and you have the audacity to protect him who put her there?" Quatre stepped forward and smiled at him apologetically.
"We put her there, Wufei," he said. "We weren't expecting you back for some time, and she was left in our care." Wufei looked at him, shocked. Quatre shook his head sadly,
"Please," he pleaded, "just let her stay in your room tonight. We'll find somewhere else for her tomorrow." No one could resist Quatre when he begged, and Wufei was no exception. He balked under Quatre's teary complexion. He finally shook his head in defeat and made a dignified leave. He turned to Quatre;
"I'll allow this outrage for this one night, but tomorrow I expect to have this cleared up and disposed of as a problem," he sniffed. Quatre nodded vigorously and smiled.
"Thank you, Wufei!" he chirped. Wufei nodded ceremoniously.
"I will be in Nataku, then," he replied, and with that he left.
Wufei cuddled into the pilot's seat of Nataku. He couldn't get his mind off of the girl he had just seen in his bed. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn't think of who. He sighed and reached for the glove compartment, pulling out a framed picture of a woman. Her skin was a light golden brown, breaded down by generations of mixed races. He remembered how proud she was of her Egyptian roots, though she was almost entirely Spanish, only within two generations becoming Chinese as well. Her eyes were the only indication of her oriental heritage, though they were slightly wider in Egyptian fashion. Her red-ish brown hair had been a disgrace, so she had dyed it black weekly. Wufei traced her outline with his fingers and sighed. It had been an arranged marriage, and he had never fooled himself with delusions that she was loving, but none the less, he had loved her. When she had died he had been devastated all the same, and he had taken to her gundam immediately as if it were her.
Suddenly he realized who that girl had reminded him of. He covered the hair on the picture of his wife with his thumb and looked at it again. Almost identical to the girl he had found in his bed. The skin had seemed paler, but that was probably due to the moonlight. He felt shaken, yet at the same time exuberated. His wife was back? Maybe, they never did find her body. He had to see for himself, though. With that his mind was made up. He slipped out of Nataku and into the night, toward his attic room.
The girl whom the argument was about had awoken during the fight. She sat up in bed, confused and frightened. Hearing voices, she had gone to the entrance to the attic and peaked out to see five young men, probably no older than 25, quarrelling over something. She caught little pieces of the conversation and concluded that they must be speaking of her. She seemed to be the only female in the house. She looked down at herself and sighed. Not much of a girl apparently. She was dressed in a pair of dirt caked pants and a loose t-shirt that also seemed to have seen better, and cleaner, days. She looked to the bed and was relieved to find that a third sheet had been wrapped around her, keeping her filth off of the actual sheets. She wondered if she was always like this or if she had just been having a considerably dirty day.
When the fight was finished and the lights extinguished, the girl decided to explore her environment. She was uneasy going down to the other levels of the house, so she contented herself with exploring only the room she was in. It was rather big, and in the closet bellow the pressed outfits that were hanging there, were three boxes. When she opened them she found them full of women's clothing. There were a few uniforms on top of each, but under them were beautiful outfits. Dresses of velvet and silk in all hues, one box had casual clothes under the uniforms, and the third held nightgowns and personal affects. She pulled out a particularly comfortable looking gown and put it on, discarding her filthy rags. She found a brush and began to comb out her hair as well. Other than her clothes, she really wasn't that dirty. She found a basin of water and washed her face and hands before she realized how strange it was for someone to have a basin in their room. She chuckled to herself uneasily. Maybe they had been expecting her to wake up and wanted her to be able to wash up. She retreated to the bed, sliding the sheet she had been wrapped in onto the floor. Almost as soon as she had gotten into the bed again, a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Nataku?" it whispered.
The girl looked at it. After her eyes had time to focus, she could make out that it was the black haired boy she had seen earlier in the hall. The one whose room this was, apparently. She registered the question slowly before answering.
"Who?" she asked. She saw the man looking over at the closet where things were all over the floor. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "I shouldn't have been so invasive."
The man paid no attention it seemed. He turned his attention back to her and came to sit on the bed.
"Are you Nataku?" he asked again.
The girl paused a moment then sighed.
"I don't know," she replied. "I can't remember."
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Wufei entered the house to find it quiet. All were sleeping, and he wanted it that way. He tried not to dwell on it, but the inevitable truth was that there was no one for him. No lover to come back to, to shed tears of joy at his safe return. He crept up to his room silently, and slipped inside his alcove. The second he entered his chambers, though, he knew something was off. He looked over at his bed and noticed a lump in it. He drew closer to see it was a girl, sleeping peacefully.
"Maxwell!" he roared as he tore out of the room. All the pilots were awake now, standing in the hallway. He sped at Duo viciously only to be intercepted by the remaining three.
"What is the meaning of this?!" he yelled.. "There is an onna whom I don't even know in my room, sleeping on my bed, and you have the audacity to protect him who put her there?" Quatre stepped forward and smiled at him apologetically.
"We put her there, Wufei," he said. "We weren't expecting you back for some time, and she was left in our care." Wufei looked at him, shocked. Quatre shook his head sadly,
"Please," he pleaded, "just let her stay in your room tonight. We'll find somewhere else for her tomorrow." No one could resist Quatre when he begged, and Wufei was no exception. He balked under Quatre's teary complexion. He finally shook his head in defeat and made a dignified leave. He turned to Quatre;
"I'll allow this outrage for this one night, but tomorrow I expect to have this cleared up and disposed of as a problem," he sniffed. Quatre nodded vigorously and smiled.
"Thank you, Wufei!" he chirped. Wufei nodded ceremoniously.
"I will be in Nataku, then," he replied, and with that he left.
Wufei cuddled into the pilot's seat of Nataku. He couldn't get his mind off of the girl he had just seen in his bed. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn't think of who. He sighed and reached for the glove compartment, pulling out a framed picture of a woman. Her skin was a light golden brown, breaded down by generations of mixed races. He remembered how proud she was of her Egyptian roots, though she was almost entirely Spanish, only within two generations becoming Chinese as well. Her eyes were the only indication of her oriental heritage, though they were slightly wider in Egyptian fashion. Her red-ish brown hair had been a disgrace, so she had dyed it black weekly. Wufei traced her outline with his fingers and sighed. It had been an arranged marriage, and he had never fooled himself with delusions that she was loving, but none the less, he had loved her. When she had died he had been devastated all the same, and he had taken to her gundam immediately as if it were her.
Suddenly he realized who that girl had reminded him of. He covered the hair on the picture of his wife with his thumb and looked at it again. Almost identical to the girl he had found in his bed. The skin had seemed paler, but that was probably due to the moonlight. He felt shaken, yet at the same time exuberated. His wife was back? Maybe, they never did find her body. He had to see for himself, though. With that his mind was made up. He slipped out of Nataku and into the night, toward his attic room.
The girl whom the argument was about had awoken during the fight. She sat up in bed, confused and frightened. Hearing voices, she had gone to the entrance to the attic and peaked out to see five young men, probably no older than 25, quarrelling over something. She caught little pieces of the conversation and concluded that they must be speaking of her. She seemed to be the only female in the house. She looked down at herself and sighed. Not much of a girl apparently. She was dressed in a pair of dirt caked pants and a loose t-shirt that also seemed to have seen better, and cleaner, days. She looked to the bed and was relieved to find that a third sheet had been wrapped around her, keeping her filth off of the actual sheets. She wondered if she was always like this or if she had just been having a considerably dirty day.
When the fight was finished and the lights extinguished, the girl decided to explore her environment. She was uneasy going down to the other levels of the house, so she contented herself with exploring only the room she was in. It was rather big, and in the closet bellow the pressed outfits that were hanging there, were three boxes. When she opened them she found them full of women's clothing. There were a few uniforms on top of each, but under them were beautiful outfits. Dresses of velvet and silk in all hues, one box had casual clothes under the uniforms, and the third held nightgowns and personal affects. She pulled out a particularly comfortable looking gown and put it on, discarding her filthy rags. She found a brush and began to comb out her hair as well. Other than her clothes, she really wasn't that dirty. She found a basin of water and washed her face and hands before she realized how strange it was for someone to have a basin in their room. She chuckled to herself uneasily. Maybe they had been expecting her to wake up and wanted her to be able to wash up. She retreated to the bed, sliding the sheet she had been wrapped in onto the floor. Almost as soon as she had gotten into the bed again, a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Nataku?" it whispered.
The girl looked at it. After her eyes had time to focus, she could make out that it was the black haired boy she had seen earlier in the hall. The one whose room this was, apparently. She registered the question slowly before answering.
"Who?" she asked. She saw the man looking over at the closet where things were all over the floor. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "I shouldn't have been so invasive."
The man paid no attention it seemed. He turned his attention back to her and came to sit on the bed.
"Are you Nataku?" he asked again.
The girl paused a moment then sighed.
"I don't know," she replied. "I can't remember."
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