Author's Note: This is only my second fic for and my first real Gundam Wing fic. This story starts off in the Gundam Wing world. Wufei's clan evacuated their old colony before blowing it up, and settled in a new one after the final battle with Millardo and the White Fang. He's taking a walk with Master Long in the gardens when they find a strange young woman unconscious next to a small pond. We know that it's Princess Ayeka of Jurai, heir to a huge empire in space. She was sent here by accident during Tenchi's fight with Kagato.

Wufei Chang, the strongest and most honorable member of his clan, was walking through the gardens behind his home with his martial arts master, Master Long. "What is this?" Master Long said. Wufei turned his head and frowned. A young woman with purple hair was lying on the ground beside one of the garden's small ponds. Master Long approached her and looked down. "Is she a guest of yours, Wufei?"

Wufei frowned. "No, Master Long. I wonder what she's doing here." He knelt and gently shook her shoulder.

The young woman came awake abruptly and sat up. Her head hit Wufei's and knocked him slightly off balance. She just leaned back on one hand while the other reached up and lightly patted her forehead. "Ow! Did you have to touch that shoulder?" she said. Her words came out clearly and deliberately as if each was carefully thought through before she spoke.

Master Long bent over her and asked, "What is your name, young lady?"

She frowned and looked at her clothes. "I—I don't remember." Then she started to get to her feet and a hand entered her field of vision. It belonged to a handsome young man with black hair and eyes. His expression was a mask, and she had this feeling that she should remember him from somewhere. She took it and stood. While he had made the offer to help, she'd been taught that it was just for show and the women were expected to pull their own weight. He seemed slightly surprised. "Thank-you," she said quietly, trying to sort out scattered thoughts-no-rules, that felt as if they were as deeply ingrained on her soul as her feeling of duty.

Master Long looked at Wufei and said, "Could it be she was left here?"

Wufei shrugged. "It's possible."

Master Long nodded and turned back to the mysterious woman with red eyes. "Yes, but I hope you will stay with us until you can go home, young lady?"

The woman smiled and bowed. "Thank-you for your hospitality. I gladly accept."

As she followed Master Long back to the house, Wufei hung back, watching her. "She sure does act awfully strange for someone who just woke up in a stranger's garden," he said to himself. Then he looked over his shoulder at the pool of water she'd been found near and saw something. He ran over and picked up two items. One was a strange wooden headdress and a…stick? Both were made of some kind of ornately carved, pale wood that looked as if it had grown into those shapes. The stick fit Wufei's hand easily and reminded him of a sword hilt. Were they the girl's? Probably.

He took them in and went to the guest wing. Master Long and their visitor were still ambling down the hall. Wufei hurried to catch up, and tapped the purple-hared woman on the shoulder. She and Master Long turned and Wufei held out the two items. "I found these where you were, do you think they could be yours?"

She frowned over them and gently picked up the headdress. It seemed to glow and her eyes grew wide. "I believe they are, thank-you," she took the stick as well and Master Long turned to one of the sliding doors.

"You can stay here. I'll make sure someone comes to help you settle in while we straighten this all out. Come, Wufei, we have work to do." Wufei followed his master down the hall, leaving their guest alone in her room.

It was a fairly nice room with elegant hangings and finely carved wooden furnishings. The young woman sat on one of the pillows that seemed meant for the purpose and gazed out the window. A single tear slid down her cheek as she whispered, "Who am I?" She looked at the objects in her lap and gasped. As her tears dripped on them, they glowed bright green. She picked up the simpler one, the stick, and knew immediately that it was actually a sword. How could it be? There was no blade. Oh well, it was probably just her imagination.

Someone knocked on the door and came in. It was a young woman with black hair and soft brown eyes. She wore traditional attire, with her hair done up tight with various decorations. She smiled and bowed to her guest. "I am Master Long's grand-niece, Manrui. He asked me if I'd help you get comfortable and make sure you were properly dressed for dinner."

The purple-hared woman smiled and stood, wiping her face. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Manrui. I just wish I could return the favor and give you my name." Manrui looked genuinely saddened by this and set down the tray she'd brought it.

"Don't worry. At dinner the others will probably not even notice you're there. All these fighters talk or think about is how to beat so and so when they next meet. It's rather dull and boring, which is why they're all still single." Manrui smiled and the nameless one couldn't help but smile back. "Let's wash you up and once you're dressed I'll take you on a tour."

Ayeka hissed as her clothing slid over her shoulder. Manrui looked at it and winced. "That's a nasty bruise. Here, let's put this salve on it after your bath. This stuff numbs the pain and makes it heal up fatser."

An hour later, Manrui had given up on her new friend's hair. "I can't do it. It's as if there's a special gene in your body that keeps it that way."

The red-eyed lady stood and absently patted her hair. "I don't know what to say. I can only assume I've worn it like this for years given its length." Her hair in back was in two pigtails which brushed the floor. The top seemed to be cut in a way that reached her chin and her bangs curled in slightly. Manrui gasped and picked up the headdress from the table.

"Where did you get this! It's gorgeous!"

"I have no idea, it just came with me from wherever I'm from." Manrui held it up and shook her head.

"No, it doesn't go with your new clothes. Your things will be washed and pressed for you tomorrow, but during the day we all usually wear something a bit more comfortable. Let's go."

Wufei glared at the computer screen. Nothing, it was like she didn't exist. He had taken a scan of her face from the security cameras by the garden door and run it through the government's files. There was no record of her being born, dying, arrested, or anything! Giving in, he sent the scan and a quick message to a friend in the former Sanc Kingdom. Maybe Heero would be able to find something.

At dinner Manrui and the mystery woman made an appearance. Usually Manrui didn't come because dinner required formal clothing and she hated the fuss. She'd done a magnificent job with the purple one, she'd have to get some kind of name. Wufei couldn't bring himself to constantly refer to her as the 'Purple-hared woman who doesn't exist.' Even if it was just in his thoughts.

Well, he could just call her 'woman' like all the rest. It won him the hatred of most, like Manrui, but the newcomer would adapt or leave. He only hoped Heero would be bale to find what he could not.

Dinner was a drag, as usual, and he decided to not go the next day. His time was better spent doing other things. After dinner he went to his computer and saw there was a video message from Heero. "Wufei, I sent the information you gave me on to Quatre. It could be she doesn't have a profile, but it all just doesn't seem right. I recommend you keep an eye on her until her memory returns." Wufei had thought the same thing himself.

Manrui and the nameless woman entered the open court of the garden together. They wore loose fighting clothes and Manrui's hair was kept back in a simple braid. She looked at her guest and saw those red eyes were glaring at someone. Manrui followed the gaze and bit her lip. Already, her friend was having a staring contest with the best fighter of them all. Knowing Wufei, he'd ask one of them to fight as a joke. The other men there to study would look grim and indifferent while inwardly sneering.

True to her prediction, Wufei came over and looked down at their guest. "Well, Onna, can you fight?"

Mocking black eyes clashed with blood red ones. "I suppose I can. Anyone can fight, Wufei Chang, but not everyone does it your way." Manrui was mentally kicking herself for not warning her friend sooner. The fight currently underway ended, and Wufei led Ayeka into the fighting circle set up on the patch of lawn.

Wufei waited for her to take up some kind of defense position, then realized she was waiting for him to move first. With a look of mild disgust, he took a step forward and swung his leg up at her head. His eyes narrowed when she successfully blocked it without appearing to put in too much effort. Her face wore an expression of barely held in anger, probably for the disrespect he had shown her. She shoved his leg away and brought a hand up. He dodged it and tried to swipe her legs out from under her.

She did a very impressive back leap and seemed to almost fly. Then she jumped at him and they started a dance of kicks, blocks and punches. Wufei stepped back and realized he was sweating. His opponent didn't look any less committed to the fight than when it had first started, but Wufei's opinion of her had changed. He decided to stop holding back and to attack in earnest.

At first she could hold her own against the force of the attacks and the awesome speed with which Wufei executed them, but the activity was catching up to her. Her blocks became rushed and her attacks slightly sloppy. Finally, Wufei got in a kick that sent her out of the circle. Manrui rushed over to see if her friend was all right.

Wufei watched her get to her feet and they just stared at each other for a while. Then she looked down and bowed. "You win," she said calmly. When she turned around, she noticed the other men there were looking at her with respect, and only then realized that it had been missing before. She had proven herself to them, but that meant nothing until she knew who she was.

Later, Manrui was talking to the guest over some tea when one of Master Long's students came in and said there was someone here who wanted to see the 'Lady.' By this they knew he didn't mean Manrui, and the nameless young woman followed the student hoping this visitor brought good news.

When she was shown into a room with Wufei and a woman with blue hair, she started to feel renewed hope. "Yes?" she said.

Wufei didn't say a thing, he just sat there. The stranger stood and smiled. "My name is Tsunami, do you remember me?" She shook her head, no. Tsunami's smile drooped a bit. "If that's the case, then it is probably best if you remain here as Master Long's guest. Do not feel pressured, Ayeka. All I ask is that you take care of yourself and keep Tenchi safe."

The young woman, Ayeka, blinked. "Tenchi?"

"The sword, Tenchi is its name."

Ayeka nodded. "The sword, now I understand. Can you tell me where I'm from?"

The blue-hared woman shook her head. "That will come with your memory, until then, work on your skills in peace." She bowed to Ayeka and to Wufei. "I'll see myself out."

Wufei crossed his arms and Ayeka turned to him. "So that stick thing is supposed to be a sword? Can't be any good, the blade must be on a spring and that makes it weak."

Ayeka felt the need to defend her sword, of obvious importance to her family. "It can beat any weapon you've got, including that Gundam Manrui tells me you're obsessed with."

Wufei's eyes flashed. "Oh really? You must have lost your mind, no sword could beat Nataku."

Ayeka scowled. "The sword itself couldn't, but I bet with me it can."

"You mean with a real sword, that stick of yours can't be anything more than a bit of flash. Now this, is a real sword." He reached back and took a sword off the wall and pulled it out of its sheath. It shined, and Ayeka saw another young man with black hair holding a shining sword. The sword he held was Tenchi, but with a glowing blue blade. In a moment it was gone and Wufei was giving her a funny look.

She fell onto a cushion and tried to stop her body from trembling. "On-Ayeka?" Wufei said.

Ayeka looked up, fear in her eyes. "I remembered something, something about a young man fighting with a shining sword. He was—cut down—by a hand with a green sword." She shuddered. "I don't know who he is, or, was." With amazing speed, she stood and left the room without actually running.

Wufei blinked, looked at the sword in his hand, and smirked. "Women, so weak and spineless in battle." Then he grew grim. "Except Nataku."