Okay, so after popping back to Fanfiction and seeing a review which made me more than a little ashamed of myself, I decided that even if I'm not really in the hobby any more, I really shouldn't leave something unfinished, I know I hated it when I read a whole lot of Fanfiction myself, finding a story then never having it finished, so here we go, this is my trying to make it right!

There will be one further chapter after this, potentially two, though I hope only one so as to make sure I actually finish it, and I will attempt to do that tonight and tomorrow!

Anywho! Here you go!

His hotel on the grimy little colony of L5 left a lot, an awful lot to be desired. It smelt a little damp, one of the windows had a very large crack running across the whole pane, and frankly he was expecting the carpet to get up and walk itself out of the room at any given moment. It was honestly a pit, but what could he do? He wasn't really... wealthy... any more. At least not just now... Ren Fell had very little money and no real identity. But could he ever really go back to being Treize Kushrenada...? He doubted it. The war might be over, but how long would the peace last if the head of one of the major factions once again reared his head? Maybe it would be better for the world if he stayed gone...

There were some parts of the world however that he wasn't sure he was entirely willing to actually vanish from... there was someone, somewhere in the horribly huge expanse of space that he hoped, just maybe... might be missing him. Might want him to come back... might welcome him despite the transgressions of the past and the bitter pseudo hatred with which they fought... he'd thought, just for a fleeting moment today that he'd found him, that he'd found the fiery pilot that had captured his heart and inflamed his senses... how very poetic... but he had been mistaken... Kei Lang... Wufei Chang... names in no way similar really, and... well, he couldn't believe that Wufei would have forgotten him... the chances of simply running into him were far too small, and the likelihood of him taking up the role of a dancer, and a female one at that... well... the dragon pilot was far too proud, at least... in his memories.

Yes. There was no way... he had allowed hope and wistfulness to cloud his mind... that had to be it.

With a sigh the auburn haired man settled himself down on the bed he'd paid a pittance for the displeasure of sleeping in. The ancient frame gave a depressed creak as it took his weight and he shook his head, any movement in the night would have the whole frame moaning and protesting like an old crone, it wasn't going to be an easy night. Why had he even bothered...? If Wufei didn't wish to be found no power on earth or the shells of the colonies would be able to find him, the last three years had shown him that. What hope was there than a feeling... an instinct that told him to simply come here would actually be proven right?

Bah.

He was a fool for wasting his money, a good deal of what he had managed to procure access to, on the horrendously expensive ticket. He would only end up leaving empty handed and even more forlorn... when he'd seen the girls face today though, Kei Lang... her face had looked so... hauntingly familiar that he had dared to hope... just for a moment that he might have found the one he sought so desperately. But of course, as with every lead he tried to follow he was met only with regret, remorse and bitter disappointment.

For a moment he considered laying down, but the notion of being so close to the creaking frame of the bed, he found, did not appeal as much as he'd hoped it would, and after lifting a hand to push his hair from his face, where the strands attempted to blind his tired eyes for a moment, he pushed himself back up to his feet, much to the apparent and audible distress of the bed frame. Slow footsteps took the auburn haired man over to the window where he looked out at the falling snow.. it was like this every day of the year, every single day... how could they cope with the cold? He'd been here less than a week at this point and it was already fairly unbearable.

"I promised myself I would look for you Wufei... I made myself the vow that if I survived I should be allowed to see you one last time... I am sure it gave me the strength to continue..." After a moment's pause he chuckled quietly... he really could wax poetic when he wished to, and days where he felt such a great melancholy as this only served to heighten his flamboyant tendencies. "You were always so elegant... you fought with such passion, such... belief, how could I help but admire you?" He sighed... "It seems that even a sacrifice as great as the one I was willing to make has not proved enough to pacify the world however... I fear, Wufei, I have lost you for nothing..." Of course he had never made his feelings truly known, what time they had had, had not been filled with emotions, at least not in verbalising them, but there were times, times like today when he wished more than anything he had taken a moment to evaluate how he was feeling while there was still time to actually express it to the man in question... retrospect was greatly beneficial, but also a complete arse.

Treize watched the snow for only a little while longer, the white flakes were beautiful, but here he knew it wasn't real, it was produced by a machine, it was formed somewhere up in the huge roof of the metallic structure they were currently residing in, it wasn't real, it was fake... as beautiful as it was it was only a shallow pretence of the real beauty of nature. He didn't care for it, the only place where such cold falling water could be really beautiful was earth, where it was a real mystery of nature.

He shook his head, what good was standing here going to do him? The room smelt unpleasant, the walls showed the damp and he had no need to be inside like this, but he felt horrible. A shower was necessary just now... the room was inflicted with enough damp now, it wouldn't hurt it for him to fill it with steam from the presumably defective bathroom door. God... he just hoped that the water was hot... he could never stand a cold shower, it was really, truly horrible to be caught under a fall of infuriatingly cool water, it left you feeling unpleasant, not clean. He could only hope... pray... implore some higher power to have sympathy on him in at least one endeavour and grant him hot water.

It seemed that at least on that score as well the tall man was going to be let down, the water was, well, at a best warm, it wasn't too bad, but it wasn't especially great, and the water pressure wasn't very good either. It was pretty... well, drippy. A leaky pipe would have probably done a better job of getting him clean, but what could he do about that now? He'd made the best of a bad job and sulked off, after dressing again of course, out of the hotel to go and find something to eat, they'd offered him breakfast, but he wasn't to count on them for dinner, he didn't really care, the breakfast had been terrible, but then again he had pretty high standards, even now.

He supposed that after he'd eaten he'd probably take a walk, he had little else to do with his evenings. The old databases had yielded no sign of Wufei Chang anyway, but unless he could pick up enough reception to get in touch with his shuttle driver then he was going to be stuck here for the week and a half as planned... a walk would help out there as well, he might be able to find a patch of phone signal, there were one or two still around, so he could try... he was pretty sure he'd be able to find one, it would just take a little time. With any luck he'd be gone in two days tops.

"Goddamn you Wufei... why are you so hard to find? Or at least forget..."

And there we go, I would appreciate a review, letting me know that it's worth me actually finishing this, I'm going to try anyway, but here we go!

I hope it was okay 3