Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Picking up the pieces of the broken glass, Meiran winced as a piece sliced open her finger. A knock on the door grabbed her attention. Looking up, she saw the tall man with the large bang.

“I already know why you’re here,” he told her before she could speak. “Quatre told Heero and I.”

“Oh,” Meiran replied, sticking her finger in her mouth. After a moment, she took her finger out and asked him what his name was.

“It’s Trowa,” he answered. As he began to leave, he told her one last bit of information. “Quatre is headed this way.”

“Thanks,” Meiran told him as she picked up the last few pieces of glass and set the photograph back on the dresser. Taking a quick peek at it, Meiran realized that quite a few things now made sense, like why Wufei had known that she was once called Nataku and she was the heir of the Dragon Clan. And, it also explained why he could give blood to her, no, Xin Xin wasn’t just her daughter anymore. She was their daughter now.

“How are you doing?” Quatre Raberba Winner’s voice asked from the doorway. Meiran stood up and walked over to him.

“Fine. I must thank you once more for letting me stay here, but I must be on my way to work now,” she told him.

“Okay. Just tell me if you need any help,” Quatre told her as she closed the door and got changed. When the door opened again, Meiran came out wearing her waitress uniform. “But, since this place is closer to my work than where I was, I will be seeing my daughter tonight. I am sure she would love to have a visitor.”

True to her word, Meiran did visit the hospital and she took Quatre with her. While the young expilot told her daughter a story, Meiran talked to the doctor in charge of her daughter.

“So, you’re telling me that my daughter will be released in two weeks?” Meiran asked, not believing what she was hearing.

“Yes. It seems that the blood given to her has begun to affect her own and is changing it. We’re not quite sure how but it’s definitely a good thing,” replied the doctor.

“Xiè-xie, zhàng-fu.”

“Huh? What did you say?” The doctor requested.

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” she told him, looking over at her daughter who was laughing at the moment.

“You know, for a six-year-old, she is an incredibly well behaved child,” Quatre told Meiran on their way to Meiran’s new residence.

“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a child but I thank the Eternal Dragon for every moment I have with her,” answered the mother. “She’s helped me survive it all. All I have left in this world that means anything to me.”

“Don’t you have friends?” Quatre asked as they reached the door. She told him that she didn’t. “That’s sad. To be all alone except for just a few people. I know how that feels.”

“You do?” She asked, surprised as she closed the door behind her. “Yes. You see, I was a Gundam pilot in the wars,” he answered her.

“A pilot?” Meiran repeated. “Were you really?”

Looking at him, she saw he nodded. “You don’t seem like one.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Quatre smiled as they walked into the kitchen. Opening a cabinet, he asked if she wanted a glass of water.

“Why thank you,” Meiran answered as Duo came barging in. “So, which one did you pilot?”

“Are you two talking about the wars?” Duo interrupted them. Meiran told him they were. And then she asked him if he had been a pilot as well.

“Yeah, all five of us were,” Shinigami answered her. “So, want to know which one I piloted?” Duo offered.

“Why not,” Meiran told him. Puffing out his chest, he replied, “Well, I piloted the Deathscythe. So, I was the second pilot.”

“Heero was Wing Zero’s pilot,” Quatre added. “Yeah, that made him the first pilot,” Duo told her, looking a little glum. “Trowa was the third pilot and his Gundam was Heavyarms’,” Quatre put in.

“This guy here,” Duo pointed to Quatre, “piloted the Sandrock and ended up being the fourth pilot.”

“And last but definitely not least, was Wuffie, the fifth pilot;” Duo went on after a moment. Meiran took a drink out of her cup.

“And his Gundam was the Nataku,” Quatre finished up. For the second time that day, she dropped something.

It was three days before Sally and Wufei could get away to speak to their counterparts, Noin and Zechs. The four were sitting in the couple’s hotel room. It was small, just one bed, on which sat Sally and Noin, both women cross-legged. Zechs was standing by the door and Wufei against one of the walls.

“So, what have you found out?” Zechs Merquise asked the two.

“Nothing.” Both of Chinese descent answered at once. “This group does not give up its secrets easily and Mr. High-and-Mighty over there won’t use his power to push his way to the top,” Sally replied glumly, picking at a thread of the monkey embroidered on her skirt.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that would be a wise idea,” Wufei shot back. Noin and Zechs shared a look and asked them what the two were talking about.

“There’s this clan system and he,” Sally pointed to her partner, “is part of the two most powerful. And, because of that, he’s the second most powerful person. Only this chick named Meiran is powerful than he is.”

“Is that so?” Noin asked, amused. Wufei scowled at Sally. He hadn’t wanted everyone to know everything about himself.

“He’s right,” Zechs spoke up. “If he started to flaunt power, it would make people suspicious.”

They talked for a little longer but the two Chinese people had to head back soon or else people might get suspicious of their absence. As the two walked back to where they were staying, Wufei stopped at a market stall.

“How much?” He asked the woman running it. She looked at him oddly so he repeated his request in Chinese. She told him and Sally stopped, looking to see what was taking him. What she was not expecting was to see her friend buying a small stuffed animal. Looking at it, she realized it was a phoenix.

“Why did you get that?” Sally asked. Wufei didn’t answer; just kept on walking which annoyed the woman. Yelling at him, she ran to catch up.

“What’s with you lately? Ever since we’ve come here, you’ve been cold. Colder than usual. Do you really hate me or something?” Sally demanded, holding his arm so he couldn’t go anywhere. It began to rain hard, soaking the two in a few moments.

“I don’t hate you woman. It’s just, there is a lot going on back home at this moment,” Wufei replied, trying to shield the new toy he had just bought from getting soaked.

“So, you’ve never let things like that affect you on a mission,” Sally told him, voice started to get louder.

“Shut up,” he hissed at her. They were starting to attract attention.

“No. I won’t. Right now, it’s just you and me. Nothing else. What the hell is going on with you?” She had become louder and it was hard to tell if those were tears running down her face or just the rain.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Wufei answered, getting louder as well.

“Just tell me one thing, do you or do you not love me?” Sally demanded, lowering her voice to almost nothing. She looked into Wufei’s eyes, blond hair plastered to her head. He turned away, not able to look her in the eyes. She let go of him and walked away, leaving him alone standing on the sidewalk.

The next few weeks passed by relatively quietly for both Wufei and Meiran. While Meiran’s life kept getting better and better, Wufei’s did not. He and Sally didn’t talk to each other unless they had to and even then it was forced. After they had been there for about a week and a half, Une decided is was time to attack.

Wufei and Sally were not involved in the attack but were sent away from the place to go back home. Things were still strained to between the two of them and it was making Wufei tired.

Unlocking the door to his home, Wufei heard someone sobbing.

A few hours earlier, Meiran had received an urgent call from the hospital. When she got there, she found her daughter having seizures. “No,” she told herself.

The four men she was living with had also arrived at the hospital by then. She couldn’t inform them of what was happening to her daughter. A doctor had to tell them. None of them looked pleased to find out this information. At some point in time, each had visited the girl and gotten at least a little attached to her.

They were forced to leave the hospital because they were apparently too loud. So now they were sitting in the house’s living room. Meiran was sobbing into Duo’s shoulder. Duo just held the small Chinese woman close, running a hand through her hair, trying his best to comfort her. Sitting on the couch, Trowa and Quatre sat.

Quatre was trying his best to keep from crying. He wanted to stay strong but he had really grown to love the little girl. He leaned against his boyfriend, trying to draw strength from the clown. Heero was sitting in the corner of the room, not saying a word. Just, sitting there.

“What the hell is going on here?” A grumpy male voice asked from the doorway. Each person looked up to see Wufei there.

“Why are you here?” Wufei heard himself say to his wife.

She glared at him. “No. My daughter’s dying.”

“What are you talking about? She was getting better when I left,” Wufei growled, not liking this turn of events.

“Things have changed. Xin Xin is now dying,” Heero spoke up. Wufei didn’t want to hear anymore. Storming up to his room, he discovered it had been changed. Subtly, of course, but still, it had changed.

“What the hell happened in here?” He hollered. Duo winced. “I guess he found his room,” stated the American. A few moments later, everyone except Heero and Trowa winced when the front door slammed closed. Walking into the night sky, he wandered off, not knowing where he was going.

Soon after he started, he found himself at a hospital. And he knew his daughter was inside it. Wufei went inside, demanding he be shown to his daughter. He was loud and wouldn’t shut up.

“Sir, if we let you see your child, will you calm down and shut up?” Someone asked. Turning to that person, Wufei glared and replied that he would. After that, he was lead immediately up to her room.

He stopped when he saw her. Her small, frail body was hooked up to several machines. Pushing a nurse aside, he stood next to her bed. He didn’t realize what he did, but he held her hand between his.

Her fingers are so tiny, he realized. Looking at her, he found a lot of his wife in her. But, he did have to admit this little girl looked a lot like he had at about the same age.

He held her hand for a long time. Suddenly, someone coughed, grabbing his attention. Turning his head but never letting go he saw Sally Po standing there.

“What are you doing here?” He growled, not wanting to deal with her at the moment. Sally walked over towards him and the girl. “I should be asking you the same thing,” she told him. “But, if you must know, I was asked to come here and try to help this little girl.”

“Xin Xin,” Wufei told her.

“Huh?” Sally asked.

“Her name, its Xin Xin. Chang Xin Xin.”

Sally looked at him, shocked. “Is she, is she related to you?” Stuttered the older adult.

“Yeah, she’s my, my,” Wufei tried to say the word but he was still having trouble admitting it to himself that this little girl was his child.

Looking at her peaceful face, he watched as her eyes fluttered open. “Where’s my Niáng?” Asked the girl, scared.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll stay here until your Niáng shows up. Because, little one, it’s Die,” Wufei whispered to the girl. Her eyes widened as she repeated his last word. She struggled to sit up.

Sally watched as Wufei whispered something to the young girl. Whatever he said must have had an effect on her because the girl was now trying to sit up. But this was bad for her.

“Little girl, you need to lay back down and rest. It’s the only way that you might live,” Sally told the girl.

The girl looked to Wufei and asked him something in Chinese. Patting her hand, he replied, “Yes, Nu ér, I will stay.”

A/N: And here’s a nice touching moment to leave it off at. I hate to do this, but will some people please check out my website? It’s not that bad but to make it better, I need people to go to it. It’s kind of interactive and I can’t interact with myself to well.

A few more Chinese words were used. Hopefully, you still remember what Niáng means. I own nothing in this fic but little Xin Xin.

Chinese Glossary

Xiè-xie, zhàng-fu- Thank you, husband

Die- Dad; Daddy

Nu ér- Daughter