Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ alone ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Alone
Author: Yanagi
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst, gun play
Word Count: 502
Challange: #78 Stained


The man had been picking at Wufei for several days, every time he got close to him he made
some remark; wondering why he wasn't in prison, or exiled to some mining colony, or even
executed.

This morning had been bad. He'd gotten up with a headache, dropped and egg and bumped his
aching head on the counter when he'd bent over to wipe it up. To add insult to injury, he had
found that his only clean shirt was missing a button; so he'd had to sew one on, which had made
him late for work. Une had taken exception to that and had a few sharp words with him about
being prepared. Then he'd been in the debriefing from hell with lawyers picking at him forever.

Now he was trying to eat lunch, but there were too many people in the cafeteria that hated him
for his involvement in the Barton incident. So he was crowded and annoyed

"Damn little shit . . . should be dead instead of my son. He was a good boy, never any trouble."

Wufei slammed down his fork, kicked back his chair and snarled . "So was I a good boy. Until I
lost my entire family in one blow. Wife, mother, father, all my aunts and uncles, my grand
parents back three generations and every cousin as well. Of my entire clan I'm the only survivor.
So here . . . "

Wufei unholstered his pistol, cocked it, and thrust it into the man's hand.

"Take it. Put me out of my misery. Relieve me of this life that has become a burden to me. Then
go home to your wife and remaining children and tell them that Chang Wufei is with his family
too."

"What but . . . wife?"

"Yes . . . my wife. Who I knew all my life. We were married at twelve and she was dead before I
learned to value her as I should. What? . . . don't know how it works? Or are you afraid of
missing even at this close range? Let me help you."

Wufei reached out and took the man's hand, he positioned the barrel of the pistol right between
his eyes

"Shoot . . . go ahead. Pull the trigger. Let me leave this life of loneliness behind. Let my blood
wash away the stains on my honor. You said I should have been executed. Yes, I wish they had.
But instead they sentenced me to a life of torture; mourning my clan and the actions of a grief-
stricken fifteen-year-old fool. There is no rest for me; no comfort, what . . . you can't shoot me
from the front? Then let me turn my back for you."

Wufei knelt on the floor, locked his fingers behind his head and waited. Nothing happened.

Then the man slammed the pistol down on the table and walked away.

Wufei stood a moment then looked around at people who couldn't meet his eyes. He picked up
his chair and carefully put it back where it belonged. Then he silently went back to his office.


Word count 502