Quiet Chatter

Chapter 8

Wufei POV

I swallowed as the information seeped through my brain. Was this all some sort of joke? If it was, it was a very cruel joke Mother and Meiran were playing on me.

I took another breath, trying to calm my raging emotions. I was caught between anger and guilt and hate and fear… but most of all betrayal and revenge.

How could they have not told me about this sooner? How long ago did this happen? If the culprits hadn't gotten out, how long would it have taken for them to tell me about this?

"Wufei?" One of the two traitorous women had the audacity to talk to me now. I needed space. I needed to think, to vent.

"I appreciate the information you two have neglected to tell me until just now," I said tightly through clenched teeth. I really needed to calm down before I did anything stupid.

"Wu-" I raised my hand, silencing them both. "I need some time to think. Do not come looking for me."

With one fluid motion, I stood up and left the room my private dojo, which had its very own rock garden, making it a perfect meditation spot. Upon reaching it, I hopped on to one of the larger rocks, without disturbing the sand, of course, and sat down to meditate.

I was well aware of my temper, so I was taught from a very early age various calming techniques to control said temper and remain in balance. Breathing in and holding my breath, I examined each and every one of my emotions.

Anger:

I was angry that someone dared to touch what was mine. I was angry that Meiran had been harmed, that she had been taken against her will. I was angry that I hadn't known of her pain and that I hadn't been able to protect her. I was angry that she didn't trust me enough to tell me about this sooner.

But what would I have done? I hadn't even noticed my Meiran living in my house for all the years that she had been here. If I had known what had happened to the servant girl, I would have probably pitied her and pressed for a harsher sentence, but only because it would be a slight to the Chang house hold to have had one of our servants injured like that.

Guilt:

I felt guilty that I would have looked down upon her had I known sooner. I felt guilty that I couldn't have done anything. I felt guilty that they had been right in not telling me sooner because I would have normally been the arrogant bastard everyone says I am and not really given it much thought after everything was over and done with.

Why did they have to be right about me anyway?

Hate:

I hated myself for not being there to protect her, my future wife. What kind of man am I that I didn't protect my future wife? Am I even a man at all if I'm not there to protect her? I've already failed and I haven't even begun.

I hated the men that did such an atrocity to what's mine. I hated them with all my being and I swore to myself that if they even so much as came close to Meiran, I would kill them. They would never touch her again. As far as I was concerned, that privilege was mine and mine alone.

Fear:

Yes, I was afraid. I was afraid of not being around if those two thugs decided to make an appearance. I was afraid that I would be unable to protect her, to spare her any more pain. I was afraid of it happening to her again. I was afraid of what would happen to Meiran if she ever did see those men again.

I need to protect her. She's MINE.

Betrayal:

I felt betrayed that just about everyone seemed to know except me. Duo and Trowa were there, and they had probably told their significant others. Meiran was the victim and Mother seemed to already know. Did father already know? Is that why he was making her prove herself? Did he think he had to make her prove herself in order to marry me? That BASTARD! How dare he do that to my future wife after all she's been through! I decided then, that regardless of the outcome, I'd find a way to convince him to let her marry me.

Meiran is my betrothed and that's final. If he didn't like it, then he shouldn't have written up the contract to begin with.

Revenge:

Revenge would be sweet. If those men came close to my Meiran again, I'd make sure they either didn't come out of it alive, or got a lifetime in prison. Prisoners, from what I've heard don't like rapists, and I could find a way to make it known that Meiran was technically a child when they initially did the crime. Prisoners REALLY hate child molesters and make life a living hell for them.

For now, I was going to find a way to coax father into filing a restraining order to protect Meiran.

Taking in a deep breath, I held it for a moment then let it out completely. I was ready. I had identified and categorized my jumbled thoughts and emotions and I had even come up with a plan of action.

Step 1: Get a restraining order

Step 2: Never let Meiran be alone

Step 3: Train with Meiran with the specific intent to ward off any sexual attacks.

I opened my eyes and noticed it seemed to be a lot later than I had anticipated. I got up from my rock and hopped off gracefully. I took the time to shake my legs, as they had seemed to have fallen asleep then went off to find Meiran.