Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 19 )

The next morning Duo awoke and found himself the only one in the room. Heero’s bed was neatly made, like always, and the place seemed much too quiet. Turning over, he squinted to see the alarm clock but couldn’t. But he knew this.

Getting out of bed, he almost immediately put in his clear contacts, a secret that only Heero knew. It was just one of those things that the others never knew because it was something he had never shared. The only reason Heero knew was because the duo had roomed together often.

Getting dressed in his normal attire, the American with the large braid went downstairs to the kitchen, still unsure as to where everyone was at. It was quiet, much to quiet for a house that contained Hilde, himself, and a small child. Going into the kitchen, he found Trowa sipping coffee at the table with Rashid, conversation at a minimum.

“Hey guys, what up?” Popped out the newcomer’s mouth. Neither responded with words but rather nodded in recognition. The morning passed by quickly, with only a few of the Maganacs joining the three. Feeling like he was cooped up, Duo went outside where he ran into Trowa who was petting one of three horses.

The Winner Estate the group was staying at had a small barn with three horses, all Arabians. The stallion was large for an Arabian and sandy colored but hated most men for some reason; the man he seemed to like was Trowa, but then, all animals seemed to love him. The two mares were smaller though still good sized. One female, a black horse, wasn’t around at the moment but rather, was inside with her colt. The other mare, sandy like the male, was out with Trowa.

“Whatcha up to?” Asked the American, curious as he watched Trowa treat the animal very gently.

“I’m getting ready to take Sheila for a ride,” Duo heard the man say as he walked towards the barn. Following his friend, the braided man asked a question.

“Let me get Max then and his tack. You’ll have to get Sheila’s equipment,” Trowa responded, already walking towards the stallion.

Miles away, on a train bulleting towards the shuttle port, a young Euro-Japanese man sat, gazing out his window. Across from him sat the equally young Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Dorlian.

“What are you thinking about, Heero?” Her soft voice asked. He didn’t answer. No, his mind was far away, back with those he had left.

“Niáng, what are we doing today?” Xin Xin wondered aloud as she ate her breakfast. It was just her and her mother at the moment seeing as everyone was off doing their own thing. Duo, Trowa, and Heero were all nowhere to be found. Hilde was still asleep even though it was ten and Wufei was currently having a video conference in the den. Quatre had been stolen away by one of sisters, saying that he wouldn’t be back for a few days.

Thinking back to a few days before, Meiran remembered the flower field she had seen. Telling her daughter, Xin Xin couldn’t wait to go and suggested they take stuff for a picnic.

“Go get dressed and we’ll leave,” the young mother told her daughter who bounding up to her room.

“The man’s eyes are pú lu shì lán and a si sheng zi,” the woman told him.

“Your er-zi is a yé zhong, láo-dao,” he answered.

“Make sure he is dead,” she told the man. “And never call me that again.”

“As you wish, Empress of Rì Ben.”

“Hitokiri, never mention this conversation and you shall be paid double.”

A/N: Sorry for such a long wait. Let me just recount what’s happened since the last chapter to explain the tardiness of this one. First of all, the original chapter was almost done when it was deleted. I couldn’t get back to writing it right away because I had an article due in just a few days and hadn’t started on it. And then I had an English report due. About half way through the chapter, I found that I kept contradicting myself and got rid of almost everything to start over.

Then I acquired The Sims Makin’ Magic. That distracted me for about two weeks. And now you have the present. Kudos to all of those who understand the conversation at the end because I’m not translating for once. I might make a GW sig for whoever gets the Empress’ country right and who she and the hitokiri are talking about.