A/N: Hola! long time no see ne amigos? Sorry but when I first decided to repost this i told myself I wouldn't post a chappie until i was ahead by one. But as it so happened recently, my compy with all my precious stories, drawings, writings and what not decided to take a lil vacation and not work. for the past couple weeks I've been working on it to decide whats wrong with it.....as it so happened i still don't know whats wrong with it BUT!!!!! but I switched the harddrive to my other compy and it worked...cept that the resolution ish all messed up. I don't mind really. ANYWHO! here is the long awaited cahpter number 5! I hope you'll enjoy it and that many of you have not abandoned this -U adios! R&R plz!!!
Disclaimer: Do I own the boys? nope! wish i did though. But I do own all the OC characters...kinda. that means the Vowels, girls and er...that's it. Okie bye!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jenna abruptly sat up as her nightmare ended. She shut her eyes tightly doing her best to chase away the horrid images her nightmare produced. It was true. She cut them off and now she was paying for her actions. She just had to deal with it now. No one can change the past no matter how desperate they are.
"So I'll just have live with it…alone…" Jenna whispered to herself, her body shaking as she tried not to cry.
A warm hand on her shoulder startled her. She jumped slightly and turned to someone that was sitting on a chair next to her bed… well at least what she thought was her bed. Rashid sat there smiling at her with his hand still on Jenna's shoulder.
"It's good to see you're awake, miss." He said.
Jenna's eye's widened as she stared more at him.
'He looks just like… but what's he doing in my room?!' She quickly looked around the room, noticing it was nothing like her real room. 'Where am I?!' "Ehem…" Rashid cleared his throat to get Jenna's attention back on him. "I am Rashid. I brought you here when I found you in one of Master Quatre's rose bushes. You had many scratches that were bleeding, but nothing too bad. Asiadeh here took care of you." He gestured to a dark girl standing next to him.
She stared at him, but said nothing.
'If this guy is Rashid then… and he mentioned Quatre! Oh my, how did I get here? Am I really even here? Or is this some stupid dream again?!' Jenna clutched the blanket around herself as she began to feel cold and alone again.
"Ah, I see she has awoken." Came a smooth light voice.
Jenna looked up only to drown in aquamarine eyes. There in front of her stood Quatre Raberba Winner. He wore his usual khaki pants along with a white cotton button up shirt. He looked absolutely amazing in Jenna's eyes.
'Even in simple clothes he's handsome!' Jenna stared up at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
She didn't seem to notice that Rashid had left or her grip on the blanket loosen. Ever so slowly the blanket she used to cover herself slid down until it pooled around her waist. Quatre's eyes followed the path that the blanket revealed, stopping at her young breasts that were wrapped in bandages.
Then naughty little Quatre got a nosebleed! Quatre covered his nose, trying to stop the flow of blood while running out of the room. For a moment Jenna just sat there wondering what was up with Quatre before she noticed her state of near nudity. Jenna dove under the covers wishing she would get lost under it and never face more embarrassment.
Quatre came back about a minute later this time with a deep blue shirt and tissue stuck up his nose. He noticed Jenna had retreated into the depths of the bed covers and chuckled lightly. He plucked the tissues out of his nose and disposed of them in a trash bin. He then sat himself on the chair Rashid had vacated. Slowly he reached out and pulled the covers down so only Jenna's head was visible.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you like that." He said hoping he could calm her.
Jenna turned her head so she was looking at him. A light blush was still present on her cheeks. Quatre couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked.
"Hi, I'm Quatre Winner and this is my house. May I ask who you are?"
Jenna stared dumbfounded at him. For moments they were silent while taking in each other's appearance.
'No way in hell is Quatre Winner from Gundam Wing alive or real standing here in front of me. This has got to be a dream...' She thought to herself.
There was a small cough from Quatre and Jenna realized she didn't answer him.
"I'm Jenna Liwanag." "A pretty name. My friend Rashid told me you fell in my garden, is that true?" Quatre sat back in the chair, a little more relaxed.
"I'm… not sure." Jenna rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm not even sure where this place is." "We're on L4. Where did you come from?" "Last place I remember being is on earth in my room. I don't even know how I got here!" All Jenna wanted to do was go back home. There was a long moment of silence. Neither Jenna nor Quatre knew what to say. Just as the silence began to become unbearable Rashid had returned.
"Master Quatre, there is someone here to see you. Abdul said that it was Mr. Barton." Rashid said.
Jenna's eyes literally bulged as Trowa's name was mentioned. Was Trowa in this crazy dream too?! Jenna rolled over to scream into the pillow not to loudly.
'This seems like this is going to be a really, really long dream!' She thought.
"I wasn't expecting him. Have him wait in the study. Tell him I'll be right down." Quatre said not getting up from his seat. He turned back to Jenna.
"As you can tell I have some unexpected company, besides you. You can stay here as long as you need to. Perhaps over dinner we can finish our little talk." Quatre stood up and bowed slightly. "It was nice to finally meet you." Jenna looked up at him and blushed a little as he smiled down at her. She watched as he left and when he closed the door she sat up.
'What the hell is happening?' Jenna thought to herself. 'This seems too damn real to be a dream!' Jenna pinched herself as if checking if anything was real.
'Ouch! I feel the pain so… no! This is too absurd to be!' Jenna shook herself and looked around the room seeing if anything changed. It didn't.
With a growl Jenna threw the covers off and stood up.
'Well at least my legs still work.' She walked over to the full-length mirror and looked herself over. If it weren't for the bandages and her underwear she would be naked. Jenna didn't know what she would've done if she had been completely undressed by...
'What was her name again? Rashid said....Gah! I can't remember! I'll dwell on that another time.' Jenna thought, her cheeks taking on a rosy tinge.
Satisfied that she had no serious injuries, Jenna started her search for proper clothes. She turned her eyes on the room and they landed on a door to her left. Curious she stepped over and opened it. Inside were row and rows of ball gowns that seemed to go on forever. Slowly Jenna stepped inside the huge closet and walked past frilly dress by frilly dress.
'What is Quatre doing with all these dresses?!' Just when she was about to turn back and look for something that wasn't a dress, Jenna found the back of the closet. There in front of her was another door. Slowly Jenna opened it and peeked through. On the other side of the door was another bedroom. It was just as furnished and beautiful as the one she woke up in.
'Wow that's pretty cool. This place looks like no one has been in here in years.' The room was well kept no dust anywhere. But Jenna had the feeling that no one had been in there for a long, long time. Just then Jenna saw the door open and she froze.
What if she wasn't allowed in there? What would happen to her? And what about her state of near nudity?! Jenna was just about to run back in the closet, but a loud high-pitched scream tore through the room. Jenna had to stop and cover her ears so her eardrums wouldn't burst. Jenna opened her eyes to see who had screamed, but she was dragged back into the closet and into her room. The closet door was slammed shut and Jenna was roughly spun around by a very short maid, even shorter than she was!
"Why were you in there?!" the maid shouted at her.
"Sorry. I had no idea I wasn't allowed in there." Jenna said quietly so not to provoke anymore yelling.
"Didn't Master Quatre tell you? That room belongs to Master Quatre's eldest sister, Iria! No one is allowed in there except me to keep it tidy!" The maid sighed and stepped over to a dresser and began rummaging through it.
'Wait, Iria is the one that died!'(1) Jenna thought and brought her hands to cover her mouth. 'Quatre must still mourn her death.' Jenna gazed back at the door to the closet sadly.
Jenna was startled out of her thought by the maid that held up a small dress to her. It was pale yellow with pink flowers on it. It had a square shaped neckline, the sleeves reached about mid-forearm, and the dress reached a little below Jenna's knees. As Jenna looked down at it she made a face.
The maid must not have noticed since she told Jenna to put it on and left through the closet. Jenna sighed and put on the dress. She stood in front of the mirror and looked herself over again.
'I hate dresses. Especially this one. This makes me look like a freakin' little girl!'
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Quatre closed the door to Jenna's room and proceeded to the study to meet his other unexpected guest. He took his time walking, his mind wandering to the girl that seemed to come out of nowhere.
'She said that she didn't know how she got here. If that's true she might have been kidnapped or something of the sort. Who would want to kidnap her? It must have been serious. Never mind for now. We can talk over it at dinner.' Quatre thought and shook his head. He opened the door to his study and saw Trowa Barton sitting in one of the plush chairs. Quatre walked over and sat in front of his friend, smiling.
"It's nice to see you again Trowa. Last time we met was just before you left on your search for your friend Midii Une. How have you been?" Quatre asked leaning back and getting comfortable.
"I'm doing good. I heard from one of the Maganacs that Rashid found a woman unconscious in your garden, is that true?" Trowa quirked a visible eyebrow.
"Yes. She's currently lying in bed. I think I may have embarrassed her to the point where she won't talk to me now." Quatre sighed and blushed at the memory.
"Oh?" If it was possible, Trowa quirked his eyebrow even higher.
"Um… I'd rather not go into details." Quatre blushed even more. "So tell me, what brought you so unexpectedly to my doorstep?"
"I found out where Midii is currently working."
"Really? That's wonderful! Where does she work?"
"She recently started working for the Preventors. She's a top researcher at the Preventors Headquarters on Earth."
"Wow! So when are you going to go see her?"
Trowa stayed silent, his eyes looking anywhere but Quatre's.
"You are going to go see her right?"
Again Trowa stayed silent.
"Trowa, you have to go see her!"
"What if she doesn't remember me?" Trowa whispered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the arm of his chair.
"Don't say that! Of course she'll remember you! Trowa you mustn't think negatively."
"But it was a long time ago. She could have forgotten."
"Trowa, I don't think she would do that. After all you remember it and you had amnesia for a while. Just go see her. If you don't I'll drag you down there and tell Une to lock you two in one of those sound proof cells they have down there." Quatre laughed. Trowa smile and nodded.
"Thanks, Quatre. You were always good at persuasion."
"Persuasion? No, it's more of some friendly pushing." Quatre laughed again. "Would you stay for dinner?"
"I think I will. Then I can meet this woman."
"Okay then. Let's go to the dining room. Dinner should be ready any second now."
Jenna just decided it was time for a little exploring right when she heard her door open. She turned to see the girl from before bow.
"Dinner is ready. Master Quatre requests your presence." She said, smiling at her.
"Okay. Can you lead me to the dining room? I haven't had the chance to familiarize myself with this place yet. What's your name by the way?" Jenna colored slightly in her cheeks.
"Yes of course. I wouldn't expect you to know your way yet. It's Asiadeh, Miss." Asiadeh laughed.
She turned and led the way to the dining room. Jenna followed a few feet behind, looking around and trying to remember how to get back to her room. It wasn't as big as so many people who've written the stories she read described it. It was as beautiful, if not more, than in those stories. Along the halls were beautifully painted landscapes that captured a moment in time. Small tables held vases full of exotic flowers. Also the architect was amazing. Since there were only three floors Jenna didn't really have a hard time remembering her way.
'Or maybe it's just me.' Jenna thought, smiling at the thought.
Jenna was brought back to reality when she bumped into Asiadeh's back.
"Oof! Oh! Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Jenna quickly apologized.
"It's quite all right." She said.
She turned and opened the double doors leading to the dining room. Jenna couldn't believe her eyes. Everything was beautiful. The curtains that framed large windows were drawn back letting the last rays of the dying sun into the hall. The curtains looked as if made of the finest velvet Jenna had ever seen. On the ceiling hang a beautiful crystal chandelier, which illuminated the hall. On the walls, painting hung, most that portrayed peaceful scenery. In front of Jenna was the dining table that was littered with vases full of exotic flowers. At the very end of the dining table stood Quatre and Trowa, as if waiting for her. Jenna quickly closed her mouth that she realized was open and walked down to meet them.
"You look lovely in that dress Miss Jenna." Quatre complemented, giving her another one of his stunning smiles.
"Thank you, but to tell you the truth I hate dresses." Jenna said, wondering why she couldn't stop blushing around him.
"I'll see to it that you receive some other clothes that you'd like. And this is one of my friends Trowa Barton." Quatre waved a hand to Trowa.
Trowa stepped forward and put his hand out. Jenna hesitantly brought her hand out to his and was stunned when Trowa bent down and kissed the back of her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Jenna." He said, straightening.
"You too." Was all Jenna could say while she fought not to blush more than needed.
"Let's sit down so we can eat, shall we?" Quatre interjected.
Quatre walked to the seat at the left of the head of the table and pulled it out for Jenna to sit. She sat down as Trowa took the seat across from her and Quatre at the head of the table. As soon as they settle their napkins on their laps, servants burst forth from the doors behind Quatre's chair and brought their food. Covered dishes sit in front of them, steam escaping from a small hole on top. The servants lifted the covers and presented some of the most expensive looking meals Jenna had ever seen.
"I hope it isn't too fancy for you. When I told my chef that we would have you for dinner, she went somewhat crazy. She hasn't cooked for guests in a long time." Quatre almost sounded apologetic.
"No, it's okay." Jenna silently ate her food, trying her best not to make a mess.
"So Miss Jenna, what brought you here to L4?" Trowa asked.
Jenna was momentarily stunned. 'Woah, Trowa usually doesn't start conversations! What the hell?'
Quatre seemed just as surprised. Trowa looked at them both as they stared back at him in shock.
"What? Can't I start a conversation?" He sounded a bit hurt as he looked at Quatre.
"Sorry. It's just I remember you were always the silent one, never really talking unless it was necessary." Quatre smiled at him. "I see Catherine has kept her promise to get you to talk more often."
"Well, yes. When you have someone like her for a sister…" Trowa left it as that. "You didn't answer my question though." He turned to Jenna.
"Oh! Well, I don't remember how I got here. As I told Quatre earlier, the last place I remember being was in my bed on earth." Both Quatre and Trowa looked at each other.
"You remember nothing?" Quatre asked. Jenna shook her head and he continued. "Is there anyone you know that you could get a hold of?" Again Jenna shook her head and Quatre sighed.
"Is it possible you could have had amnesia?" Trowa asked.
"No I don't think so. I remember my name and what I was doing before I fell asleep. I remember everything, except how I got here. That doesn't really sound like amnesia."
"Hm… not really. Something could have happened from the time that you were asleep and the time which you woke up here that could cause some sort of traumatic amnesia, telling you that nothing happened between that period of time." Trowa sat back in his chair, seemingly done with his dinner.
"It's a possibility." Quatre shrugged and sat back too. He waved for the servants to take away their plates. "Well, something is needed to trigger your memory and finding what that something is could take a while. You're welcomed here as long as you need." Quatre smiled at Jenna.
"Thank you again." Jenna nodded half in appreciation half to hide her blush.
"I hope you like cheesecake, because that's what's for dessert!" Quatre laughed, as the desserts were set.
Jenna's eyes brightened as she happily ate her cake.
'Maybe this won't be so bad after all.'
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"Today we shall have class out in the garden!" Wufei announced to his students. He opened the door and allowed them to go before him.
Ever since the Eve Wars were over, Chang Wufei slowly began to rebuild his clan. He worked part time with the Preventors and also began a dojo to teach kids how to fight. As Wufei watched some of his younger students run ahead of the rest, he couldn't help but feel happy for them. They didn't have to live through the war or even be apart of it. Wufei also envied them. Their lives were filled with happiness and peace, not the death and destruction of his childhood. Wufei believed that he would do anything to keep these kids out of war and keep their innocence.
"Master Chang! Master Chang! Mei found someone asleep in the garden up ahead!" said a boy as he ran up to Wufei.
"Lead me to them, Yang Li. The rest of you stay here." Wufei ordered and followed the boy.
Yang Li led Wufei to the part of the garden where the cherry blossoms flourished. As they approached Mei, Wufei saw a figure on the ground, seemingly asleep.
"Mei, take your brother back to the others. I'll handle this." Said Wufei.
"But Master-"
"I said go!" Wufei said, leaving it at that.
The two children left and Wufei looked down at the figure. He reached down and rolled the figure over to get a better look.
'A woman? What in the world is she doing here?' Wufei thought, somewhat shocked.
She had medium length, dark brown hair that looked extremely messy from sleep. She had a slightly tanned skin color and from the looks of her face, Wufei could tell she was of Asian decent. He tried to shake her awake, but it didn't seem to work. Wufei gave it another try and shook her harder. The only response he got was a snort as the woman rolled back over. Wufei grunted in frustration and began to poke her with his sheathed katana.
"Hey, wake up!" He called out.
No response.
"Talk about a heavy sleeper. She won't wake up, but its too cold to sleep out here for long…" Wufei thought out loud. "…Hmm…to be the hero or not to be the hero?"
"Be the hero!" came Yang Li's voice from a near by bush. Then followed by very loud "SHHHH!!!!!!!"
Wufei sighed and straightened. Now that he looked around he could easily spot his students trying to hide from him. Slowly he pointed to each of their hiding places, making the students step out with their heads bowed.
"I thought I told you all to stay back there?" Wufei tried not to sound mad.
"Sorry, Master Chang, it was my idea. After Mei said that it was a woman I pressured her into leading us here to watch. I take full responsibility for this and I am deeply sorry for my disobedience." Said a girl. She seemed to be the oldest out of all Wufei's students.
"Che Men what caused you to do such a thing? You're normally a well-behaved girl."
"Well Master Chang, I just thought that you might have known the woman. You know, maybe she was your girlfriend…" Che Men whispered as she blushed.
Wufei was a bit taken aback at what she said.
"What gave you that idea? Che Men, you know as well as the rest of you, that I don't plan to have a relationship with any woman in the near future."
"But you need one, Master!" Mei yelled.
"I don't need a woman to live." Wufei was getting a bit annoyed at his students' sudden interest in his personal life.
"Yes you do! You need someone to hold onto, someone to love you and give you all that you need!" Che Men clutched at her heart as she spoke.
"Okay, now you're just being romantics! My life is not a romance story! And I think I've heard enough from you girls today! We will have class inside instead." Wufei tried his best not to yell. "Now go! I'll bring in our unexpected guest."
The students left and Wufei turned back to the unconscious woman. He heaved her up onto his shoulder and began his way back to his dojo. Every once in a while he stopped to readjust the woman's weight.
'Damn, she's pretty heavy.' Wufei stopped once again to readjust her weight when he heard a moan. He waited to see if the woman had actually awoken. A second later her found himself sprawled on the ground blinking.
"What the…" Wufei was dumbfounded.
"Think you can carry me away like that?! Oh you're in big trouble now, you perv!" The woman glared down at Wufei, her dark brown eyes blazing with fury.
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Azusa slowly awoke from a dreamless sleep, just as she did almost every night. Something was off. Without opening her eyes she began to find out what as different. First, She wasn't lying on her back. Not too surprising seeing how she moves around a lot in her sleep. Second, something as pressing against her gut. Well it felt more like she was hanging. Third, her hair was floating above her. She was definitely hanging upside down now. Azusa slowly opened her eyes and her first view was of someone's ass.
'Not just any ass I might add, but a young man's ass. Tight and firm, not too big…What the hell?! Why am I discussing guys' asses at a time like this? Why am I discussing guys' asses period?!' Azusa was utterly dumbfounded at the workings of her mind.
She shook her head lightly and looked above her head.
'So I'm being carried away like a dead mutt.' She looked over her shoulder to find the person's hand way too close to her ass for comfort. He stopped and readjusted her weight, causing Azusa to let out a moan.
'Shit! Great time to need the bathroom!!!' Relying on instincts, Azusa kicked his face, causing her to land on her back. She scrambled up and glared down at her captor. Who did this sick-o think he was?
"Think you can carry me away like that?! Oh you're in big trouble now, you perv!" She yelled down at him.
Azusa was definitely going to put him in his place. No one touches her!
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1 Okie I know she doesn't really die but in this she does