Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Compromising the subject ❯ Wufei ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Lyssaphra 
Wufei makes a discovery.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.30.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 190 | Status: Completed
Wufei makes a discovery.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.30.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 190 | Status: Completed
Chapter Two - Wufei
"""Meeting the other Gundam pilots - even over the vid screen, was kind of a mental shock for me. I mean, I was informed of their existence, had seen them in pictures provided from professor G and Howard before, but seeing them before you on the screen, talking to you? It felt strange to say the least. I had certain expectations about their personalities and now I had to re-evaluate everything I had based my facts on. My current views of my fellow pilots are not even faintly like my original believes.
Heero Yuy. The handsome teenager with the steely exterior covering the human he held trapped inside. G told me once that Heero is thoroughly trained and very focused on his mission. Hello? Can you say understatement? The guy barely talks, and if I have to hear him say 'omae o korosu' without a reason one time more, I will kill him, no matter how much I like him. Omae o korosu, Heero.
I still don't get why he has a Japanese accent either. He's from L1 after all, not to mention that regular use of Japanese as a language seized centuries ago. The major languages today are English, Russian and Chinese and have been for centuries actually. There's still minorities left speaking other languages though, but most languages are extinct by now. But then again, Heero isn't normal, so why would he speak like a normal person, hm? I have to admit that accent is rather sexy though...
Anyway, the next pilot besides me is number 03. The tall acrobat with the stubborn, brown hair. His name is Trowa Barton. At least now, it is. Before that, he was known as Nanashi, the mysterious mechanic and former mercenary. Yes, you guessed right, he took the place of the original Barton. A very good choice of doctor S if I may say so.
I don't know much about Trowa, as he was an impulse choice for piloting, like I was. The only difference really is that while he was given the opportunity, I had to steal it. But what can you expect from a thief? Hn. Let's go back to the subject. This one, G and Howard considered silent, smart and very observant. Well, he got that one right. Trowa never speaks if he doesn't have anything productive to say, and the only one who can compete with him in staring is Heero. When it comes to his intelligence, I can't say much though. He's not dumb, and that's good enough for me.
Quatre Winner comes next. The seemingly innocent angel who goes nuts when in the zero system and is a pure, strategic genius. The blonde, blue-eyed boy's combat skills may not be as sharpened as those of some of us, but they're still better than your average soldier. I can still remember my first thought as I saw him on the screen. It was: 'a British Arabian'. Don't ask why, but it certainly suits him and his almost obsessive tea drinking.
Last but not least comes Chang Wufei. A former scholar of Chinese descent with the only other long hair in our little group. The man who believes in justice and sees everything in black and white. Or that's how G considered him to be. In reality, it's a little more complicated than that..."""
January 4 AC 196
"I'm not going to degrade myself as far as calling this a diary. It isn't really either, so I'm justified in writing this. I would rather look upon it as a way to collect my thoughts and sort them out during the days. It isn't by the recommendations of someone else I do this, but because I need to get some things off my shoulders. And it helps. Nataku!
When the first part of the war was over, I was confused. It seemed like justice never had had a chance to be served, nor that the guilty had gotten their punishment. The black of the world blinded me, so I could not see the white. I had lost my yin to my yang. Or to put it simple enough for even a child to understand: I flipped out.
My, my, Maxwell certainly is contagious. Now that was a sentence I never thought I'd write. Not that it matters anymore. I've learned my lesson; I've learned to see the grey shades of the world. Heero showed me the way during our battle, and Nataku made me understand even as I pushed her detonation button.
I'm sitting in my office now, typing this down. I should be working, but there are too many things I have to ease my heart from. Heero or Trowa would probably ignore this and continue working, but I cannot. For healing can't come if you allow the wounds to fester. And that's what happens if I don't let my feelings out. I internalise, and sooner or later I erupt. Most possibly in a righteous fury. And believe me, a furious Gundam pilot isn't something you want to experience.
But to return to the subject. Just about five minutes ago, I discovered something during my daily scanning of networks. Where I yesterday had found nothing suspicious, I today found information. Information so dire I almost wish I had my Nataku again. But the era of mobile suits are over, and the only thing I wish for is peace. Sadly enough, that will be impossible now.
What I found buried deep down among the archives of the taxes paid during the two last decades, written in a code no one but a Gundam pilot even could hope to comprehend, shocked me beyond words. The impetuous, fifteen year old me would probably already be out the door wielding his sword at the injustice. The seventeen year old me understand the severity of the situation and let the sword rest where it is, leaning against my desk, ready for use.
I have already contacted Lady Une. She would have my ears if I didn't rapport a thing like this to her immediately. Or she would try at least. No doubt, she's taking measures to prevent the event from taking place even now, taking Relena to a safe place. If that stubborn girl allows herself to be taken anywhere. I won't forget how she followed Heero all over the world for a very long time. Sometimes I wonder what she would say if I told her that Heero looks more at Duo than her, even if it is unconsciously. Probably deny it with her usual flare.
I guess there's no need to postpone it anymore now. When I cracked the code, I revealed a plan for the assassination of Relena. That's nothing strange itself, but the fact that it doesn't seem to have an ulterior purpose is. Something doesn't seem right here, it seems too much like something we Gundam pilots would do during the war. And that scares me. Yes, the great judge Wufei is scared. But this would scare anyone. We Gundam pilots were modified, engineered and trained to be superior to everyone else in this galaxy. To think that there's someone else like us out there, bent on causing misery isn't very uplifting.
Well, then I've gotten that out of myself. Maybe I will be able to concentrate on the matter of hand now. Nataku knows I'll need it.
Oh, someone's knocking on my door. Strange, I never heard a sound...
O====(================>
Chang Wufei
I should have known. Who else would be able to walk up to my office door over a creaking tile floor without making the tiniest noise? Of course it had to be Duo 'Shinigami' Maxwell, Gundam Pilot 02 and the most skilled thief I've ever met. Not that I mean anything bad by thinking it. Quite the opposite. His more...unusual...talents often were very handy during the war operations. Besides, he's a likeable young man. Not to mention a good friend of mine. Maybe even the best.
"Maxwell," I flatly say, even though I'm amused inside. "What are you doing here in the Preventer's Headquarters?"
He grins infuriatingly at me and shrugs before hugging me enthusiastically. Oh well, I guess I should have expected that as well. Nevertheless, I hug him back. It's great to see him again; things have been busy since the incident with Mariemeia. It just seems like we've slid apart due to lack of time. Hn, I think I will take time from now on. Friends are too important to loose.
After a minute or so, we separate and I smile warmly at him, giving up the pretence of reservation. As if there's any use in trying to pretend in front of Duo anyhow. He's excellent at seeing through people's masks and helping them live without them. It's a pity he can't seem to help himself. But then again, what are we, his friends, for if not to help him when he can't help himself?
"It's good to see you, Duo," I admit. "It has been long."
He makes big eyes and mockingly fakes a swoon.
"Damn!" he dramatically says. "Wufei the great avenger admits missing someone. Hell simply must have frozen over. No, my temperature is normal. Pity, being Shinigami sure gets hot..."
I laugh this time, shaking my head at my sarcastic and fun loving friend. He never fails at lightening the moment.
"Well, much has changed," I reply. "Now, how come you are here? Last I heard you were on L2 teaching PE at a university."
Duo shrugs again, a serious expression settling on his face.
"I was," he simply says. "But then I got a call from a certain Vice Foreign Minister who wanted to see me. I arrived just two days ago."
I arch my eyebrow, sitting down in my simple, black leather chair, gesturing for Duo to do the same. He bypasses my other chair for my desk though, grabbing my keyboard and turning my computer screen towards him. He types swiftly for a few seconds, me watching him before I continue to ask him questions.
"What did Relena want to speak with you about?" I mildly curiously ask.
He gives me a rueful smile.
"To help her," he simply says. "I think we have underestimated her, Wufei. The situation with Mariemeia really opened her eyes. She realizes now which position she has put herself in. And she knows what a danger she is to the world."
I am more startled by his admission than I care to admit. Is this the same woman I wrote so degradingly about just a few minutes ago? Maybe I truly am a touch male chauvinistic after all.
"Don't blame yourself," Duo continues though. "Even she admits that she was a tad naïve before."
"A tad?" I snort. "She had a pink limo!"
The man who proclaimed himself to be Shinigami chuckles.
"Hm," he amusedly says, "I see your point. But to answer the question you are too polite to ask, she wants me to be her protector. Not in a strictly bodyguard way though, but more all-encompassing. That's why I'm here."
He gestures towards the screen he has turned towards me again. As I lean forwards to read the information he pulled up, Duo hops down from my desk and picks up a cell from seemingly nowhere. Maybe he took lessons from Heero during the war. I still don't understand where he kept his gun.
"Relena?" he shortly says as the person on the other side picks up. "Good. I'm with Wufei right now. Have you arrived to the address I gave you yet? Ke. Then stay there and don't go out until I come to you. Understood?"
Apparently he got an affirmative, because he ends the call and looks expectantly at me.
"This is the locations of the others?" I ask, having read the information he pulled up for me before.
At his nod, I give him a close look. Maybe Relena isn't the only one I've underestimated.
"How come you have this information?" I suspiciously ask. "And why do you have it?"
Duo simply looks at me.
"Not even twenty minutes ago, Lady Une came practically running into Relena's office at the ministry," he quietly says. "She told us everything about your find, Wufei. And you know as well as I what it means. I immediately had Relena moved to a safe location then came here. This means war, Wufei."
I tiredly take my head into my hands. War. Something I hoped to never experience again. But no such luck I guess.
"We need the others," I tiredly summarize. "And you want me to watch over Relena while you're away."
Duo nods.
"Yes," he confirms. "I've already cleared it with Lady Une if you're willing. I'm not the leader among us pilots, Wufei. I can't make you do anything."
I snort.
"Hn," I simply say. "Go, Duo. I'll look after little miss perfect."
He gives me a radiant smile and chucks a paper at me.
"Good!" he exclaims. "Here's the address. See to she stays there until I'm back. It won't be compromised until I come there."
Then he's gone, leaving me behind wondering if peace truly exists.
***
A young girl with shoulder length hair dyed pink in a half long, short cropped cut stopped in the middle of a street as she saw the number presented on her beeper. Her eyes widened and with two, long steps, she had stepped into an alley and flipped up her cell, dialling a number she never thought she would have to call.
"Brother?" she breathed and leaned back into the wall bonelessly as someone answered on the other side. "What has happened? Do you need any help?"
The other person apparently answered, for the woman chuckled slightly and stepped further into the alley while producing a notepad and a pencil from her stylish handbag.
"Relena?" she suddenly said sharply. "The minister? And she will be assassinated, you say? What do you need us to do? Contact the circles?"
The next minute or so, she was jotting down notes. Then she put the pen and notepad away, starting to walk out of the alley.
"Yes, everyone is fine," she softly said. "Trey just was accepted into one of the assassin's circles. I hear he's doing well. The last time I spoke to him, he said that he had you to thank for everything. Your scheme made us enough money to go through with the plan and have enough funds to finish it. We can never repay you enough."
A soft smile spread over her face as the person at the other side spoke next.
"Yes, I love you too, bro," she whispered. "See you there. Do I need any weapons beside the usual? No. Good. My codename will be Cara."
And with that she flipped the phone shut and stared at it for a second before a sinister smile spread over her face.
"And so the entertainment has begun again," she muttered, patting the small of her back to make sure that her stiletto was still securely taped there. "Our family shall once again battle under the head of our brother. Once again, he has made a master plan."
"""Meeting the other Gundam pilots - even over the vid screen, was kind of a mental shock for me. I mean, I was informed of their existence, had seen them in pictures provided from professor G and Howard before, but seeing them before you on the screen, talking to you? It felt strange to say the least. I had certain expectations about their personalities and now I had to re-evaluate everything I had based my facts on. My current views of my fellow pilots are not even faintly like my original believes.
Heero Yuy. The handsome teenager with the steely exterior covering the human he held trapped inside. G told me once that Heero is thoroughly trained and very focused on his mission. Hello? Can you say understatement? The guy barely talks, and if I have to hear him say 'omae o korosu' without a reason one time more, I will kill him, no matter how much I like him. Omae o korosu, Heero.
I still don't get why he has a Japanese accent either. He's from L1 after all, not to mention that regular use of Japanese as a language seized centuries ago. The major languages today are English, Russian and Chinese and have been for centuries actually. There's still minorities left speaking other languages though, but most languages are extinct by now. But then again, Heero isn't normal, so why would he speak like a normal person, hm? I have to admit that accent is rather sexy though...
Anyway, the next pilot besides me is number 03. The tall acrobat with the stubborn, brown hair. His name is Trowa Barton. At least now, it is. Before that, he was known as Nanashi, the mysterious mechanic and former mercenary. Yes, you guessed right, he took the place of the original Barton. A very good choice of doctor S if I may say so.
I don't know much about Trowa, as he was an impulse choice for piloting, like I was. The only difference really is that while he was given the opportunity, I had to steal it. But what can you expect from a thief? Hn. Let's go back to the subject. This one, G and Howard considered silent, smart and very observant. Well, he got that one right. Trowa never speaks if he doesn't have anything productive to say, and the only one who can compete with him in staring is Heero. When it comes to his intelligence, I can't say much though. He's not dumb, and that's good enough for me.
Quatre Winner comes next. The seemingly innocent angel who goes nuts when in the zero system and is a pure, strategic genius. The blonde, blue-eyed boy's combat skills may not be as sharpened as those of some of us, but they're still better than your average soldier. I can still remember my first thought as I saw him on the screen. It was: 'a British Arabian'. Don't ask why, but it certainly suits him and his almost obsessive tea drinking.
Last but not least comes Chang Wufei. A former scholar of Chinese descent with the only other long hair in our little group. The man who believes in justice and sees everything in black and white. Or that's how G considered him to be. In reality, it's a little more complicated than that..."""
January 4 AC 196
"I'm not going to degrade myself as far as calling this a diary. It isn't really either, so I'm justified in writing this. I would rather look upon it as a way to collect my thoughts and sort them out during the days. It isn't by the recommendations of someone else I do this, but because I need to get some things off my shoulders. And it helps. Nataku!
When the first part of the war was over, I was confused. It seemed like justice never had had a chance to be served, nor that the guilty had gotten their punishment. The black of the world blinded me, so I could not see the white. I had lost my yin to my yang. Or to put it simple enough for even a child to understand: I flipped out.
My, my, Maxwell certainly is contagious. Now that was a sentence I never thought I'd write. Not that it matters anymore. I've learned my lesson; I've learned to see the grey shades of the world. Heero showed me the way during our battle, and Nataku made me understand even as I pushed her detonation button.
I'm sitting in my office now, typing this down. I should be working, but there are too many things I have to ease my heart from. Heero or Trowa would probably ignore this and continue working, but I cannot. For healing can't come if you allow the wounds to fester. And that's what happens if I don't let my feelings out. I internalise, and sooner or later I erupt. Most possibly in a righteous fury. And believe me, a furious Gundam pilot isn't something you want to experience.
But to return to the subject. Just about five minutes ago, I discovered something during my daily scanning of networks. Where I yesterday had found nothing suspicious, I today found information. Information so dire I almost wish I had my Nataku again. But the era of mobile suits are over, and the only thing I wish for is peace. Sadly enough, that will be impossible now.
What I found buried deep down among the archives of the taxes paid during the two last decades, written in a code no one but a Gundam pilot even could hope to comprehend, shocked me beyond words. The impetuous, fifteen year old me would probably already be out the door wielding his sword at the injustice. The seventeen year old me understand the severity of the situation and let the sword rest where it is, leaning against my desk, ready for use.
I have already contacted Lady Une. She would have my ears if I didn't rapport a thing like this to her immediately. Or she would try at least. No doubt, she's taking measures to prevent the event from taking place even now, taking Relena to a safe place. If that stubborn girl allows herself to be taken anywhere. I won't forget how she followed Heero all over the world for a very long time. Sometimes I wonder what she would say if I told her that Heero looks more at Duo than her, even if it is unconsciously. Probably deny it with her usual flare.
I guess there's no need to postpone it anymore now. When I cracked the code, I revealed a plan for the assassination of Relena. That's nothing strange itself, but the fact that it doesn't seem to have an ulterior purpose is. Something doesn't seem right here, it seems too much like something we Gundam pilots would do during the war. And that scares me. Yes, the great judge Wufei is scared. But this would scare anyone. We Gundam pilots were modified, engineered and trained to be superior to everyone else in this galaxy. To think that there's someone else like us out there, bent on causing misery isn't very uplifting.
Well, then I've gotten that out of myself. Maybe I will be able to concentrate on the matter of hand now. Nataku knows I'll need it.
Oh, someone's knocking on my door. Strange, I never heard a sound...
O====(================>
Chang Wufei
I should have known. Who else would be able to walk up to my office door over a creaking tile floor without making the tiniest noise? Of course it had to be Duo 'Shinigami' Maxwell, Gundam Pilot 02 and the most skilled thief I've ever met. Not that I mean anything bad by thinking it. Quite the opposite. His more...unusual...talents often were very handy during the war operations. Besides, he's a likeable young man. Not to mention a good friend of mine. Maybe even the best.
"Maxwell," I flatly say, even though I'm amused inside. "What are you doing here in the Preventer's Headquarters?"
He grins infuriatingly at me and shrugs before hugging me enthusiastically. Oh well, I guess I should have expected that as well. Nevertheless, I hug him back. It's great to see him again; things have been busy since the incident with Mariemeia. It just seems like we've slid apart due to lack of time. Hn, I think I will take time from now on. Friends are too important to loose.
After a minute or so, we separate and I smile warmly at him, giving up the pretence of reservation. As if there's any use in trying to pretend in front of Duo anyhow. He's excellent at seeing through people's masks and helping them live without them. It's a pity he can't seem to help himself. But then again, what are we, his friends, for if not to help him when he can't help himself?
"It's good to see you, Duo," I admit. "It has been long."
He makes big eyes and mockingly fakes a swoon.
"Damn!" he dramatically says. "Wufei the great avenger admits missing someone. Hell simply must have frozen over. No, my temperature is normal. Pity, being Shinigami sure gets hot..."
I laugh this time, shaking my head at my sarcastic and fun loving friend. He never fails at lightening the moment.
"Well, much has changed," I reply. "Now, how come you are here? Last I heard you were on L2 teaching PE at a university."
Duo shrugs again, a serious expression settling on his face.
"I was," he simply says. "But then I got a call from a certain Vice Foreign Minister who wanted to see me. I arrived just two days ago."
I arch my eyebrow, sitting down in my simple, black leather chair, gesturing for Duo to do the same. He bypasses my other chair for my desk though, grabbing my keyboard and turning my computer screen towards him. He types swiftly for a few seconds, me watching him before I continue to ask him questions.
"What did Relena want to speak with you about?" I mildly curiously ask.
He gives me a rueful smile.
"To help her," he simply says. "I think we have underestimated her, Wufei. The situation with Mariemeia really opened her eyes. She realizes now which position she has put herself in. And she knows what a danger she is to the world."
I am more startled by his admission than I care to admit. Is this the same woman I wrote so degradingly about just a few minutes ago? Maybe I truly am a touch male chauvinistic after all.
"Don't blame yourself," Duo continues though. "Even she admits that she was a tad naïve before."
"A tad?" I snort. "She had a pink limo!"
The man who proclaimed himself to be Shinigami chuckles.
"Hm," he amusedly says, "I see your point. But to answer the question you are too polite to ask, she wants me to be her protector. Not in a strictly bodyguard way though, but more all-encompassing. That's why I'm here."
He gestures towards the screen he has turned towards me again. As I lean forwards to read the information he pulled up, Duo hops down from my desk and picks up a cell from seemingly nowhere. Maybe he took lessons from Heero during the war. I still don't understand where he kept his gun.
"Relena?" he shortly says as the person on the other side picks up. "Good. I'm with Wufei right now. Have you arrived to the address I gave you yet? Ke. Then stay there and don't go out until I come to you. Understood?"
Apparently he got an affirmative, because he ends the call and looks expectantly at me.
"This is the locations of the others?" I ask, having read the information he pulled up for me before.
At his nod, I give him a close look. Maybe Relena isn't the only one I've underestimated.
"How come you have this information?" I suspiciously ask. "And why do you have it?"
Duo simply looks at me.
"Not even twenty minutes ago, Lady Une came practically running into Relena's office at the ministry," he quietly says. "She told us everything about your find, Wufei. And you know as well as I what it means. I immediately had Relena moved to a safe location then came here. This means war, Wufei."
I tiredly take my head into my hands. War. Something I hoped to never experience again. But no such luck I guess.
"We need the others," I tiredly summarize. "And you want me to watch over Relena while you're away."
Duo nods.
"Yes," he confirms. "I've already cleared it with Lady Une if you're willing. I'm not the leader among us pilots, Wufei. I can't make you do anything."
I snort.
"Hn," I simply say. "Go, Duo. I'll look after little miss perfect."
He gives me a radiant smile and chucks a paper at me.
"Good!" he exclaims. "Here's the address. See to she stays there until I'm back. It won't be compromised until I come there."
Then he's gone, leaving me behind wondering if peace truly exists.
***
A young girl with shoulder length hair dyed pink in a half long, short cropped cut stopped in the middle of a street as she saw the number presented on her beeper. Her eyes widened and with two, long steps, she had stepped into an alley and flipped up her cell, dialling a number she never thought she would have to call.
"Brother?" she breathed and leaned back into the wall bonelessly as someone answered on the other side. "What has happened? Do you need any help?"
The other person apparently answered, for the woman chuckled slightly and stepped further into the alley while producing a notepad and a pencil from her stylish handbag.
"Relena?" she suddenly said sharply. "The minister? And she will be assassinated, you say? What do you need us to do? Contact the circles?"
The next minute or so, she was jotting down notes. Then she put the pen and notepad away, starting to walk out of the alley.
"Yes, everyone is fine," she softly said. "Trey just was accepted into one of the assassin's circles. I hear he's doing well. The last time I spoke to him, he said that he had you to thank for everything. Your scheme made us enough money to go through with the plan and have enough funds to finish it. We can never repay you enough."
A soft smile spread over her face as the person at the other side spoke next.
"Yes, I love you too, bro," she whispered. "See you there. Do I need any weapons beside the usual? No. Good. My codename will be Cara."
And with that she flipped the phone shut and stared at it for a second before a sinister smile spread over her face.
"And so the entertainment has begun again," she muttered, patting the small of her back to make sure that her stiletto was still securely taped there. "Our family shall once again battle under the head of our brother. Once again, he has made a master plan."