Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

The doctors didn’t know what to think. Ever since the little girl had gone to sleep with the knowledge that Wufei would stay, she began to get better. Like, he was lending her the strength she needed. Meiran was called and told of her daughter’s condition.

“I’m going now,” she announced to the men. “But, I need to be alone,” she added as she left. Trudging through the sludge that was forming on the cold ground, she quickly made her way to the hospital. She already knew where to go and went there after checking in at the Nurses’ station.

Meiran saw the door to her daughter’s room was open. Looking inside, she saw Wufei holding her, no, their daughter’s hand. Quietly walking over to them, she found that he kept nodding off every few seconds.

“Hey,” she announced her presence, putting one of her hands on his shoulder. He was startled but quickly covered it. Wufei turned to look her in the face.

“I don’t want her to die,” he croaked out. The two just stared at each other for a few minutes. In that silence, they both found that the other knew. But that didn’t make it anymore uncomfortable. Like, what where they supposed to say?

“Do you want some coffee?” Meiran heard him ask. She nodded told him how she liked the stuff. Taking his seat, Meiran waited by her daughter’s bedside.

The young girl stirred. Opening her eyes, she looked around. “Niáng, where’s Die? He said he’d be here,” Xin Xin asked, scared.

Meiran blinked. Her daughter had already accepted Wufei. So why was she having such a hard time?

“You’re awake,” a woman’s voice said from the doorway. Meiran turned her head so she could see who it was. A tall, blond woman in a doctor’s scrubs was there. She walked into the room. “My name is Sally Po;” the blond woman introduced herself.

“You look familiar,” Meiran told her after introducing herself as Mei.

“Niáng, where’s Die? He promised he’d stay with me,” Xin Xin repeated, getting scared. It was at that time Wufei walked into the room with two mugs, both steaming from what was assumed coffee.

Sally watched as Wufei handed one of the mugs to Mei and set the other down on the small bedside table. He then pulled another chair over and sat next to the full-blooded Chinese woman, taking his mug with him. Patting the young girl’s hand, he replied to the girl in Chinese.

Something about this scene seemed familiar. And then Sally realized what it reminded her of. It wasn’t often that children died in the hospital, but that didn’t mean the threat wasn’t there. It was normal to see a parent or two sitting next to their child much like Wufei and Mei were doing.

“Wufei, can I speak to you for a moment?” Requested the doctor. He said something to the girl and then followed her.

“What?” He asked with a scowl. Sally looked at him. “How do you know those two? Are they part of your family or something?”

He caught the jealous tone in her voice. Knowing that this would be hard because Wufei did care for Sally and he knew she cared for him, he began to speak.

“Yes, they are my family.”

“How so?” Sally questioned him, eyes narrowed. She desperately hoped he would say they were cousins of him or something along those lines.

“Xin Xin, she’s my, she’s my daughter,” Wufei answered, still having trouble with the fact. Sally couldn’t hide the shock that was written on her face. Trying to stay strong, Sally asked about Mei.

“She, Meiran, she’s my, my,” he couldn’t sat it.

“Just tell me,” Sally ordered him. “Just tell me.”

He inhaled a breath and quickly told her that Meiran was his wife.

“No,” Sally said to herself. “All these years, you’ve been married. And you never told me. How dare you.”

Mind a jumble, the half-Chinese woman slapped him. Narrowing her eyes to slits, she left the room. He started to follow her when he stopped.

Sally Po stormed out of the hospital and to her apartment. Sally went to unlock the door but found it already done. Walking in, she heard the voices of Lucrezia and Zechs.

“What’s wrong?” Sally heard Noin ask. Zechs left the roommate and Sally began to cry, telling Lucrezia Noin the whole story.

“So, wait, you’re telling me that Wufei has a wife and kid?” The shorthaired woman summed up what her friend was trying to say. Through her tears, Sally nodded. “Come here,” Noin told her, embracing her best friend and apartment mate.

Back at the hospital, Quatre had finally arrived, dragging Trowa and the other two with him. He politely asked where Xin Xin’s room was. They needed to go onto an elevator and so, the four piled in. Quatre watched and positioned himself between Trowa and Duo.

The Arabian was still being protective of Trowa who didn’t care. Even after all their time together, Trowa still thought that Quatre had a few odd traits. Being overprotective of Trowa was one of them.

As the four walked towards where Xin Xin’s room was, they heard two people arguing. Since they were yelling in Chinese, it was probably Wufei and Mei. And, as they walked into the room, they found that they were right.

“Niáng, Die,” Xin Xin’s voice pleaded. The two adults stopped fighting and looked to her. “No more fighting, please,” she requested.

Back in the doorway, the four men stood, not quite sure of what they had seen just happen. “Uncles,” Xin Xin suddenly said, seeing the men. Wufei turned to see his friends standing there. Muttering, the Chinese man stormed past them.

“What’s his problem?” Duo asked Mei. She started talking in Chinese and even though they couldn’t understand her, the men knew she was most likely cursing.

Mei finally turned to her daughter and told her she’d be back soon.

Meiran stormed down the halls, looking for her husband. The nerve of him to just leave without saying a word. She finally found him out in the parking lot, standing there, waiting for the bus.

“Wufei!” She hollered. He ignored her. “The nerve of that man,” she grumbled to herself. She began to jog towards him. Moments later, she was standing next to him. Glaring at him, she asked, “What the hell’s your problem?”

Again, he ignored her. He was really starting to piss her off. Making a fist, she punched him squarely on the jaw. He turned to glare at her. “What was that for, woman?” He asked, voice dripping with venom.

“Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you, you asshole,” she screamed at him.

“Get the hell away from me, weak woman,” Wufei yelled at her.

“I am not weak. It’s not my fault your head’s stuck so far up your ass that you can’t see the truth,” Meiran told him. She slapped him across the face and stormed off in the opposite direction of the hospital.

Wufei’s bus pulled up at that time and he got on. His face was starting to hurt. First Sally had slapped him, then that punch, which had actually hurt a little and then Meiran’s slap. And the weird thing was, the slaps had hurt more than the punch.

Taking a seat, he looked out the window. But all he could see was Xin Xin. All he could hear was her pleading voice, not saying the words but so wanting her parents to stop the yelling.

“Where’s my Niáng?” The young girl asked her adopted ‘uncles’ a little while after the two Chinese adults had left. “Where did Die go?” She was scared, that much they could tell from the tone in her voice.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright. I’m sure they’ll be back soon,” Quatre tried to soothe her, patting the young girl’s hand. Meanwhile, Duo was looking through a Chinese to English dictionary, trying to figure out what all the girl was saying. She kept flipping back and forth between the two languages. But, the weird thing was, she kept getting better.

It was amazing what her willpower to live was. Just a few hours ago, doctors’ had said she’d die soon. But she was getting better. No one could believe it and as the night grew old, she kept on getting better and better. But still no parents.

“Niáng, Die,” she muttered in her sleep. Duo was snoozing on the floor, dictionary quest now given up. Quatre was sitting beside the girl’s bed. Heero had disappeared a little while ago. Trowa was now ruffling through the dictionary. He was the only one making noise other than Duo’s soft snores and the room was actually peaceful.

“Niáng, a word used by young children that means Mom,” he suddenly said, making Quatre jump. He continued on, “Die, a word used by young children that means,” he stopped and smirked, “daddy.”

“Daddy?” Quatre asked, not believing the word. “Wait a minute, she’s been calling Wufei that. So, is he really related to her? Is he really her father?”

“Yes, he is,” Heero’s voice broke into the conversation. Both men turned to see him standing there, holding his laptop. He looked around for a plug and when he found one, turned his laptop on, motioning for the two to come over.

Trowa stood behind Heero, using his tall height so his lover could more easily see whatever Heero wanted them to see. The shortest of the three stood next to Heero, eyes watching the screen. Heero himself was focused solely on the task at hand and within moments, he had brought up some important looking documents.

“This is her birth certificate,” Quatre mumbled to himself. Heero nodded and then brought up another file.

“You may find this a little more interesting though,” Heero informed the two who nodded in response. He showed them the information that was on his laptop.

“What is this?” Asked the blond. Turning to his friend, Heero began to explain. “Wufei has his DNA on file through the Preventors in case they need to identify him. We all do. So does Xin Xin. I used the hospital’s DNA analysis to run through; checking Xin Xin’s with Wufei’s. The two have eight matching alleles, which makes them closely related.”

“But how do you know that he’s her father? Why not, say a much older brother or something?” Quatre asked, wanting to check all angles.

Heero didn’t say anything, just started typing away. It took him a few minutes but he brought up a newspaper article. Too bad it was in Chinese. Quatre sighed and told Heero that he couldn’t read Chinese. Heero and Quatre jumped when Trowa said he could.

Heero could as well, but he kept his mouth closed as Trowa began to translate the article.

“Yesterday, our two strongest clans were joined as the young heir to the Dragon Clan, Ron Meiran, was wed to the Phoenix Clan’s heir, Chang Wufei. It is hoped that the two’s marriage strengthens the bond between the two Clan’s, paving a future that both peaceful and just. Unfortunately, both bride and groom cannot be reached, as their Clan heads do not wish them to be bothered.”

“Mei could be short for Meiran,” Quatre said to himself. The other two nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Heero let out an uncharacteristic yawn. Turning to his friend, Quatre suggested something. “Why don’t you take Duo home and get some rest yourself? Trowa and I can stay here and let you know anything.”

Heero opened his mouth to say no and ended up yawning again. Reluctantly, the Japanese man agreed with his friends and walked over to his American counterpart. “Wake up,” he told the other man who was awake in moments. A remnant of the war. Being able to wake up at any moment. The trait had its uses but also some drawbacks.

“Come on, we’re going home,” Heero ordered, leaving with a sleepy Duo. The two quickly made their way home and went to bed. Sometime in the night, the front door slammed close. The sound woke the two ex-pilots instantly. Looking at each other, the two nodded, agreeing to go check it out.

Quietly, the crept down the stairs, wondering who had just so rudely arrived. Heero jerked his head left and went towards the kitchen. Duo rolled his eyes and headed right, walking into the living room. He did not expect to find what he found.

“Hey, Heero, come in here,” Duo called amusedly. Heero quickly walked into the room. Looking into the room, he couldn’t help but have a small smile on his face. The two watched their friend for several minutes, listening to his babbling. Turning to his Japanese friend, Duo couldn’t help but state the obvious. “He makes a pretty interesting drunk, doesn’t he?”

Heero nodded in agreement. Just then, the telephone rang. Heero knew his friends and right now, neither would answer it, so he did. “Hello,” he answered.

“Uncle Heero is that you?” Asked a scared voice on the other end. He recognized it instantly as Xin Xin’s.

“Yes. What’s the matter?” He questioned the girl. Someone talked on the other end but he couldn’t make out the voice.

He heard her suppress a sob and answer his question. “My Niáng and Die aren’t back. And Uncle Quatre and Uncle Trowa aren’t here.”

“Where are you at?” Heero asked, getting worried. She sniffled but only said more of as a cry, “I want my Niáng.”

And then, the line was cut.

A/N: I am getting good at leaving these cliffhangers. Not anything to say at the moment other than I do not own anything in this fic but Xin Xin.