Title: Mission 1?

Author: sankekorafi

Summary: A journey through Wufei's life and an exploration of his motives throughout the series. Some events will be directly from the series, others are events that could have happened. It is possible a few completely AU things will happen, but not likely.

Pairings: 5+M For this chapter. Contemplating 2+5 and later 2x5, but no mention here.

Warnings: Split Personality, Madness

Squinting through the thick foliage, the dark haired boy could make out almost nothing in the limitless night. A branch scraped across his cheek brutally as the wind picked up yet again. It left a mark, but the only thing the boy felt was a light touch. Not a caress or a blow. Just a touch. No pain. Just a feeling, a sensation that held no meaning to him at all.

The wind seemed to oppose him. It carried the rain and hail towards his face. But he no longer cared. He was already soaked and cold; water and ice no longer had their full effect.

Really, everything opposed him. But the wind had no reason, needed no reason, for its actions. It was inanimate. Like a building. Like the fortress before him.

Although he had no sight, he could feel the echoes of the building before him. Days, even weeks, of observation had absorbed the picturesque palace turned barracks into his very skull. Closing his eyes, the boy could see it clearly. Could see the balcony he was destined to light upon.

Yes, this was his destiny. His Mission.

Despite what everyone thought, Heero Yuy was nowhere near as dedicated to his missions as he could be. Missions were Yuy's life. They were his blood. But that was not good enough.

Chang Wufei Iwas/I the mission. He had to be the mission. Because if he became Wufei again….

He would be unworthy. Unworthy of love. Unworthy of forgiveness. Unworthy of life.

Unworthy of existence.

And, as though a switch had been turned off in his mind, the rationalizing Wufei was gone. He no longer needed to exist. He was unworthy. With a force stronger than the attempted suicide of his allies, Wufei had wrenched Wufei out of existence. And as he fell, the Mission began.

Movement began. The Mission ran, using all the stealth It could muster. The guards had left this gate empty due to inclement weather. They were stupid.

It scaled the gate, climbed the side of the wall and was on the balcony without a pause to consider the actions. It moved automatically, as though programmed. But then It stopped and scanned the room.

There was the target. A general responsible for so very much. Someone that Wufei had once dueled. But the general had never encountered something like the mission.

General Kushrenada stood only a few feet away from the Mission. The two were separated by a pane of glass and by the great armies of intermingled truth and folly. The man's gold hair shone like gold or pyrite. That hair had reflected light in press meetings across the media and had blinded millions to the true Mission. The public trusted him.

The Mission hated him. He had to be eliminated.

Searching within his clothes, the Mission found familiar weapons. The gun was cold and heavy in Its hand. This was a true instrument of silent justice; it would fulfill its purpose deftly and quietly and then would be left at the scene, no trace of its origins ever to be found. It raised the gun, directing it at the still head before him and put Its gloved hand upon the trigger.

But some force stilled Its hand. This was not an honorable way to fight. Wufei reached within his cloak with his left hand and pulled out a sword. He held the two instruments of death before him and battled in his mind against his Master, the Mission. His memories of destruction and pain were sharp, but his orders were chilling, freezing him to the core. The field of flowers where Meiran had died was covered in snow, then ice, as the Mission's indifference shattered Wufei's resolve. Even the Dragon's flames could not melt the icy pool of blackness that was the core of his heart, and the reptile lay there, dying in the cold wind.

The sword clattered to the ground and the Mission successfully aimed through the window.

At nothing.

"So, Zero-Five, I do hope you mean to continue our duel."