Pepper & China Roses

By Rude.

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Warnings :

AU, Possible OOC, yaoi, other stuff, maybe some angst.

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Chapter 8

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To My Reviewers

Hope you forgive the liberties I took with the language (more like mangling >_< ) but I cant stop seeing Wu saying stuff like this. I will love to hear him talk in mandarin or cantonese (doesnt make any diference since I dont speak a word of any... well maybe "Nihao"... because I watched Ranma ½).

Yes I admit it! I 'was' trying for comedy in that last chapter. Couldn't help myself... the stuff just keep popping into my head. LOL ^___^

I suppose if it make's 'me' laugh it would be funny for my readers too? They say that's the best way to gauge comedy.

There will be angst though!

Wonder what is keeping Treize from thinking too far back? Or if Milliardo will be happy to see him?

Gah! I better shut up before I give away my plot!

Plot bunny beats Rude over the head with a stick until she stops yapping @___@

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Morning arrived soon enough, birds fluttering close to the windowsill, heralding the sun. Cold mountain breeze, rushing past the rooftop, made the bells hanging off an oak three, chime.

Light fell from the overhead windows onto a very large rustic bed. Amongst a cloud of soft fabric and fur lay one Chinese boy, curled into the chest of his former nemesis.

He opened his eyes so very slowly, the awareness of his nude body pressing against someone's warm skin was just a bit too much to process.

'Couldn't be... I dreamt he was chasing me... and now...'

Wufei looked down at the foot of the bed to see their toes and part of a long leg, showing from under the rumpled covers.

'Look's like he caught me?'

He made a face if anyone had seen, he could have been teased for life.

Sleep had left him in a hurry now, although he still had trouble thinking clearly.

The warmth was soothing, the soft scent of roses and something earthly and clean where making him doubt his sanity. The usual Wufei would have been up and screaming murder the second before his eyes saw dawn, this Wufei was not quite sure of anything now.

His eyes tracked random features of a well toned body; they fixed onto the copper colored locks glowing in the sun, right above his nose; and around the perfect caracole of an ear, further up; he saw a chiseled chin and soft lips... It felt hot and cold inside his belly and he noticed, distantly, there was no air in his lungs. He just gawked at what he could see of the person in bed with him, wondering if he dear move to get a better glimpse of the mans' face ...

Oh! There was no doubt it was a man holding him, if what he felt pressing on his thigh was what he thought it was... He just wanted to scurry away and die of embarrassment. Two wars and some of the most intensive training in history, and he got himself in this mess. Because one stupid dishonor done to an old witch so many years ago...

He very carefully, drew his hips and legs away from the hardening manhood. The strong arms didn't loosen one bit and there was no sign of the man waking any time soon.

Deep flush on his face and limbs quaking, he tried to move an inch at a time, craning his neck away still hoping to confirm the identity of his bedmate ... deep down he new there was nothing to confirm. The man who so unabashedly wrapped arms around Wufei could be no other than Treize Kushrenada.

He kept worming himself out of the embrace until his knees where planted firmly on the mattress and his bum sticking up in the air. A very undignified position... but those arms still held firmly around his shoulders and all he could do was pull himself out slowly, it would be worse to wake his enemy while still in them man's grip.

He was almost free! One last pull..

Now his face was so close to the graceful neck, he could smell the supple skin ... Wufei inhaled deeply and blushed prettily at his own dear... but the smell was good... he blushed worse.

He was so close he could even glimpse the pulse in his veins....Pulse?

The boy jerked away suddenly, loose glossy black hair falling about his face.

All pretense of stealth forgotten, he sat cross legged on the fur-lined duvet.

Yes, the smiling sleepy face looking up to him belonged to the man he killed a couple years aback.

Yes, on the floor lay a sea of silver-gray canines sleeping in various poses of abandon around the bed. Memories of shinning demon eyes and fangs chasing him in the woods, flashed back to him in a clear pattern now.

Yes, he sat naked on said bed, being ogled by...

Something clicked in his head and all the night's ordeal coalesced in one familiar, well used, spot of Wufei's brain: Let's just call it 'The angry spot'.

"You Brazen, Son of a BITCH!"

All the former general had for a warning was the insult, turned battle cry. Next thing he knew he was on the floor... well only his torso and his head, the rest of him was still tangled in the sheets on the bed.

It hurt like hell, his poor head.

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Up in the hills a poor shepherd ran, sheep and all, from his perseverant suitor. The man held a dignified jug for a few minutes, stumbled down and got back on his feet right away. He was old as time itself ...and just a bit younger than his crazy suitor.

Uncle Luddo ran up the green hill just as his reluctant love ran down the other side, the bawling of the sheep serving as easy herald of his love's not so nimble anymore, steps. This scene unfolded every third day of the week and sometimes on the noon of Friday and the dawn of Saturday. Never on Sunday, since all good shepherds and noblemen alike went to church. Where they would behave... except for one or two annoying winks and pases from Luddo and horrified glances from the sheep herder.

All the old folks living in the nearby village knew this routine to be fact of life. Its being going on for ages, since they where too young to remember.

It all came down to this:

Luddo dressed a Viking hat when he was horny and in such a dire state he chased the 'Love of his life' up and down the hills, calling out for his Brunilde, his Ganymede, his 'gray eyed mare' and every other name he could come up with in the heat of the moment.

It was always the same...

No one knew if he had ever caught the poor man or if his intentions where honorable... not likely, if any of Crazy Luddo's raunchy plights held truth.

It was not even clear if his favors where returned... They joked in the pub about the two being so old that, even if Luddo ever managed to catch his eternal friend, they would never survive foreplay. Today was not such day, it seemed. It was lunch time and Uncle Luddo was heading back to his castle... only now remembering he was supposed to be entertaining guests.

On his way across the meadow he heard screaming and some of the most delightful cuss words ever to singe the air.

"....*DIU LEI! YOU BASTARD! ...YOU VILLIAN! You MOTHERLESS MANGY DOG! *HUAI DAN....You ... YOU BUNION ON HUMANITY'S ASS!"

Luddo laughed at this last bout of steam. Clearly this was a show worth watching!

He followed the growing commotion and soon was standing at the guest house's lintel post. Right then, out the door came flying various objects: one chair, a little bench, a half a dozen books, a jar full of something that splashed on the cobbled floor and a big metal pan that twanged so hard even the 'dogs' came running out of the house.

In lieu of this, the old man made a strategic retreat to a safe distance. What horrible hydra made nest in his guest house?

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Une had left for the nearest town the same day they arrived to the castle.

It seemed his Excellency's remains would be brought in by cargo today, and they still couldn't find the castle's keeper or even the maid that was supposed to greet them. They roamed around the grounds in search for any sign of life, but found only bird feeders and laundry drying in the sun. These people didn't know of dryers?

A few wind chimes hung from open windows atop the tall stone walls, colorful curtains fluttered out with not a care in the world. Apparently they knew nothing of security measures either....

Wufei was nonplused by the delay since he was warned by Dame Fiftenthe about the odd hours the people in these sleepy mountains kept.

...the castle is, let's just say, a bit laid back and out of the public eye. She had told Wufei with her saucy smile. Une was curiuos about her and planned to meet the woman later.

They ended their search and agreed to meet at the hotel after Une went to the nearest cargo terminal to check for news. It would take a day or so since, it seems, the town had no landing port. The Dame was not kidding when she said it was out of the public eye.

Today she marched into the hotel, if the old alpine lodge could be called a hotel in search of her escort. Chang was not in his room when she called, the desk girl hadn't seen him since yesterday. They barely had a phone working! Let alone basic commodities like vid phones or in-room climate control. Une could have sworn she heard the chugging of a boiler in the basement...

'Impossible...'

It was pretty... in a rustic sort a way... Carvings of flowers and gaudy garlands all over the wood work, checkered curtains and flower pots on all the windows.

She snorted '... next thing you know there will be fairies and maidens on horses jumping around the place'. As in answer she found herself staring at an old reproduction of a long haired woman on a horse jumping over a fence. It read: Kaiserin Sissi. This place was ridiculous!

'Where is that boy! I told him to be here at 11 hundred'

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Diu lei: which supposedly means f*** you in Cantonese.

Huai dan: villain, wastrel, possible criminal. Literally: bad egg

I dug it up from some obscure sources, so please correct me if I am wrong. Phonetic variations are marked by numbers but I removed them, monkey girl I am, because they will look awkward in the fic.

Here are some Excerpts of a very peculiar dictionary, for those who are interested:

cao4 (verb) ‡ have intercourse with note Equivalent of the English word Fuck:'Cao4 Ni3 Ma!' (Fuck your mother). It can also take an organ as the object:'Cao4 Ni2 Ma Bi1!' (See Bi1.) This word only describes the action of a male. Its subject is usually `I' and omitted. This is still the most offensive word in Chinese. It is, however, less offensive if used without an object.

chou1 ni3 ma1 de bi1 ‡ Suck your mother's cunt note Common in Taiwan, of unknown frequency in China. Not recommended if unarmed.

gan4 fuck note indicating a sexual intercourse

gun3 dan4 ‡ to leave here quickly (saying by someone who is tired of another) note verb

huai4 dan4 [noun] † villain, wastrel, possible criminal. note literally: bad egg.

hun2 dan4 [noun] † bastard, child of uncertain ancestry note literally: mixed egg

nu nu (3) Tits, note Pronounced "New New" A very cute way of saying breasts.

wan2ba1 dan4 ‡ "turtle-egg" something like a cuckhold. BAD.