Well I really shouldn't be starting another story without finishing my others, but this idea wouldn't leave my head one morning so I decided to upload it.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership over Gundam Wing and there will be making no monetary profit from the viewing and reviewing of this story.
Warnings: Just the usual: shonen-ai, child-abuse and all that.
"You worthless piece of trash! Did you think that you could get away with it?"
"No, I'm sorry. I –"
"Did I say that you could speak?" He kept on stalking towards the boy on the floor while said boy was slowly edging backwards.
"Where d'ya think you're going? Get back here you little shit!" He then made a grab for the boy, who had finally stopped trying to edge away inconspicuously and had stumbled to his feet. But he never made it more that a few steps back before he was grabbed around the throat by a large, meaty hand and lifted into the air. He clawed furiously at the hand but his attempts slowed when the edges of his vision began blacken and his eyesight got dimmer. Suddenly the hand around his throat was gone and his oxygen-starved lungs began to fill. He looked up trying to see through his dim vision and could finally make out his elder sister, Meiran, standing protectively in front of him. And boy was she mad!
"Leave him alone! He hasn't done anything to you! He's a defenceless little boy! Go and pick on someone your own size, or can you only win against little boys!" she sneered at him. All the while she was making little motions behind her back with her hands. He didn't understand what she was trying to tell him and he couldn't exactly ask her because their dad might hear. He watched her a little longer and saw that she was pointing somewhere. His eyes followed the direction of her fingers and saw that they were pointing to the coat closet. Oh! He finally got it! She wanted him to hide in there. As quietly as he could he crawled over to the closet and gently shut the door once he was inside. She must have been keeping their dad occupied while he got away because he wasn't stopped.
Now that he was finally safe – well as safe as one could be in a house like that – everything that had happened that evening, all the events that had transpired finally processed themselves in his mind. He curled up his body, wrapped his arms around his legs and shut his eyes, trying to block out sounds of the shouting coming from the other side of the door. One tear trickled down his cheek. Then more and more squeezed themselves through his closed lids until he was shuddering with silent sobs.
If only he wasn't such a failure he wouldn't have to hide his school report. If only he wasn't so stupid his dad wouldn't get angry with him. If only he wasn't so weak then his sister wouldn't have to put herself in his place against their father, and he might be able to help her instead of hiding in the closet like a weak child. If only…if only…if only……
He was wrenched from his self-hating thoughts by the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh and the soul-shattering scream of his sister. More heart wracking sobs tore themselves from his throat as he realised his sister had gotten hurt from protecting him. He then heard a steady thump from out there and the pained whimpers from his sister. He sat there, tears still tracking down his face and the occasional sob working its way from his throat. It seemed like he'd sat there for hours but really only a few minutes had passed before he heard the harsh banging on the door before it crashed into the wall. He heard more shouting and yelling but he didn't come out of that closet for fear that his father's friends had come round.
Suddenly the door to the closet was swung open and a tall woman was revealed. The boy, who was paralysed with fear, could only whimper as his wide, black eyes locked on the tall woman. She smiled at him in what she thought was reassuring smile and crouched down to his level to seem less threatening.
"No need to be afraid. I'm with the police and we're here to help you. I am Inspector Celia Cairne." She held out her hand toward him.
"B-but what about my d-dad?" The boy said softly, still afraid of being reprimanded for speaking out without permission. Her expression darkened in anger at the thought of how much fear had been installed in this boy by his father. She was glad that he had finally been arrested. The boy, thinking that the anger was directed at him, cowered in the far corner trying to avoid punishment. The police officer was shaken out of dark thoughts by the terrified sob that the boy had made and went to rectify her mistake.
"No, don't be upset. I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry about your father, we've just arrested him and he's in the police car outside."
"I-is Meiran okay?"
"Meiran? Who..? – oh! The girl in the living room. Yeah she's gonna fine. She has a bruised face and a few cracked ribs but nothing life-threatening. Why don't you come out of the closet and you can go and see her. We have to take you and her to the hospital to see if there is anything seriously wrong with you, and then we'll sort out where you are going to stay and who with. Okay?" The nodded and crept cautiously out of the corner in which he was residing. The policewoman stood up from her crouch and walked out of the door. When the closet door was firmly shut she held out her hand and the young boy grasped it. When they'd reached Meiran, the boy, still holding on to her hand, knelt by his sister's side.
"Meiran," he called, the fear of being left alone echoing in his voice. Her lids fluttered before cracking open as if opening them any wider would hurt her.
"Wu…fei, did he hurt you in any way?!" she croaked out, her voice weak but no less frantic. He shook his head vehemently and tried to smile down at her, but his guilt cracked and ruined it.
"That's good…" she trailed off as she was overcome by exhaustion and her eyelids dropped. His wide eyes looked up at the inspector, panic etched into his beautiful features, as if asking her: Is she…? But Celia shook her head and he visibly relaxed. They stood up together, their hands still clasped as she called the EMTs to get Meiran. They lifted her up onto a stretcher and took her to the ambulance. He saw this and extended his arm towards his sister weakly, as if trying to keep her with him. Celia saw this.
"Would you like to travel to the hospital in the ambulance with your sister." He nodded and smiled at her to show his thanks. She then led him out of the house and shut the door firmly behind her; closing one chapter of the boy's life away for what she hoped was for good.
xXx
He paced backwards and forwards, far too agitated to sit still. Even though they had said that she was going to be okay, he couldn't help but worry. Celia came up to him in the waiting room.
"Stop worrying. Your sister is fine. Her injuries weren't that serious so she didn't need that much hospital assistance. You can see her although she will be asleep from the anaesthetic."
"I want to go and see my sister." Celia held out her hand and the boy took hold of it. Together they walked down the corridor towards her room.
While he was watching his sister and holding her hand, she decided to sort out where they were going to stay.
"Do you have any family you can stay with? Because your sister isn't old enough by law to look after you both and I'd hate to have to send you to a orphanage."
"No. Our mother left us when I was young; she wanted nothing to do with us. That's probably why my dad hates me so much…anyway, so her family is out of the question and my dad is an only child." Celia heart broke at the nonchalance at which the boy spoke of his father's hate for him. As if he's come to terms with the beatings and accepts it. Like it happens in every family and nothing's out of the ordinary. At that moment Inspector Celia Cairne came to a decision.
"Don't worry, I'm going to adopt you and your sister. You can live with me in my house." His eyes widened almost comically and she would have laughed if the situation weren't so serious.
"Really!" he said with childish enthusiasm
"Yes really," she smiled, "but first, what is your name? I don't even know that yet!"
"Wufei, Chang Wufei."
As if you didn't see that coming a mile away!
