Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 25 ( Chapter 26 )

Trowa fingered the broken cross absently. A crying blond girl came to mind as he checked his gun one last time. Wufei gave a hand signal and the brown haired man nodded. Together, they headed towards the doorway.

The two men stood together, looking at the mess in front of them. There were only three other people, all men. All dead.

One had been shot by one of his comrades. The other two had been taken care of with a knife.

Duo sighed, bending down and closing the two knifed victims’ eyes. He did the same for the man who had been shot. He looked over at Heero, who was messing with the door.

The door opened. Both Wufei and Trowa shot off warning shots.

“Aw, what the hell?” An all too familiar voice complained. Heero stood in the doorway, Duo a few feet behind. The one to speak had been Shinigami, of course.

The clown and the warrior stood up from their spots that were close to the ground.

“They took each other out,” Heero said simply. Just then, the fifth ex-pilot appeared, gun in hand.

“Where are we going now?” The blond asked.

Heero looked around, surveying the room in a single sweep. “Away from here. Take only the necessities with you.”

Duo scratched the back of his head. “Okay, why?”

Heero gave the braided man an annoyed glare. “If you have time to ask questions, you have time to do more meaningful things.”

Shinigami rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’ve already got my junk stored is a safe location.”

The other three men, the Arab, the Chinese man, and the man who’s origins would be forever unknown rounded up only a few things apiece, Wufei grabbing a few things for the two girls.

A little later, when they were getting ready to leave, after pretty much forcing Meiran and Xin Xin to stay back in the room, which caused Meiran to grumble in protest, they were finally ready to leave the house.

Wufei was the one chosen to go get the girls, since they were his family and all. He noted with relief that the little girl was asleep. Picking her up, he told Meiran to stick close and to try to ignore what she was about to see.

Being the woman she was, Meiran did not fully listen to her husband. When the group was topside, she had to go off to the bushes.

“I told you so, woman,” Wufei said to her.

“Shut up,” she glared at him, “and I have a name.”

Wufei shrugged, which caused Xin Xin to stir. The young girl yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Huh? Wha’s goin’ on?” She asked, sleep filling her voice.

“Go back to sleep,” Wufei murmured. Setting the young girl in a vehicle, he sat beside her. Duo and Trowa were in the front of the vehicle; Duo had become the driver. The other three were in the other vehicle, Heero driving that one. The “Perfect Soldier” lead the group to a diner that was open. Actually, it was about nine, so that was not really odd.

What was odd was the group’s general attire. Heero and Duo were dressed pretty normal for the two of them. But the others were in some sort of sleep attire. Trowa had on an old t-shirt and sweatpants, so he did not really have a problem. Wufei, likewise, was in sweatpants and a tank, to which he just threw on a button up shirt left unbuttoned. Quatre, though was in silk pajamas. Meiran and Xin Xin were the same, though not silk. This was remedied, however, by making a pit stop at a nearby gas station to allow them to change clothing.

When the group entered the diner a little while later, everyone seemed to be more than a little hungry. Duo grinned as he allowed Xin Xin, who he was starting to think of as a niece, to lead him to a table that would fit them all.

“Well, we meet again, Mr. Maxwell,” a voice that was becoming quite familiar to him said. “It seems that we keep bumping in to one another.”

“I guess so, Middie,” Duo chuckled, scratching the back of his head. Xin Xin tugged on his arm. “Come on. I’m hungry,” she told him.

“Cute kid,” he was told. “Yours?”

Duo shook his head. “No, she’s my friends’ kid. Actually, here comes everyone now.”

He pointed to the group that was making their way towards the little group. “Her parents are the two Chinese ones.”

The blond girl smiled, and answered, “I could tell. You take after your father, don’t you?”

That last part had been directed towards the young girl who just shrugged.

“Well, have a nice da-,” Middie began as she was about to walk away. But for some reason, she stopped in mid-word. Duo followed her eyes and saw her staring at Trowa, or rather, the broken cross that he wore. “Where did you get that?” She demanded, all politeness gone.

Trowa raised an eyebrow questioningly as he looked at her. She seemed familiar to him but from where, he could not place.

“It was given to me by a person I knew,” the quiet man answered.

“Who gave it to you?” She asked, trembling slightly.

“I do not see why it concerns you,” Trowa told her calmly.

“Tell me,” she ordered, glaring daggers. “It belonged to a boy called Nanashi. How did you come by it?” Her voice was hard, sharp as well, seeming like she was trying not to let it crack with emotion.

The other four men were shocked to see the shocked expression on their friend’s face. While their friend was better at expressing his emotions, years of having to stay emotionless for the most part had made him hard to read. So to see him visibly shocked was something that none of them, including Quatre, had ever seen.

“How do you know that?” He finally turned and questioned her.

She looked him in the eyes and replied, “I gave it to him. And I was there when he shot it.”

“Betrayal caused it to be shot,” Trowa stated. She looked at him, no longer glaring. Her face now was confused.

“I know. But it was that cross that kept him from dying like the rest of the mercenaries,” she replied.

“Leave Middie Une,” Trowa ordered. Her face, and Duo’s, were shocked. Her full name had not been mentioned and yet, he knew it.

“We will meet again,” she said, hugging him. Trowa stiffened and then even more when she whispered something in his ear.

“See you guys later,” she waved herself off, leaving.

Just then, someone’s stomach growled, breaking the moment and reminding them why they had come to the place after all.

A/N: Okay, I can’t help myself. I have to leave it off there. So, Trowa and Middie have met each other. I guess you guys know what the next chapter is going to be about.

Good news and also part of the inspiration of this chapter. I have FINALLY acquired EPISODE ZERO!!! WooHoo! You guys are all probably thinking I’m weird now and how could I be writing about Episode Zero characters if I’ve never seen it before. Well, I’ve read it before but I could never find it to buy. Well, Borders had only one copy which I grabbed. And, on the same track, I bought the sixth dvd of Gundam Wing which means that I now own Episodes 1-10, as well as 26-30, and Endless Waltz, not to mention Episode Zero, Battlefield of Pacifists, and Blind Target. Not too bad when you figure I was just introduced to the series about a year ago.

Other than the merchandise I just mentioned, I own nothing or no one in this piece of fanfiction but Xin Xin. Everyone else is not mine. I just wish they were. Especially Trowa.