Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sarah ❯ “I wouldn’t mind if you want to kill me, but I might retaliate.” ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 7
"I wouldn't mind if you want to kill me, but I might retaliate." -Trowa Barton
I thought my uncle was kidding when he said he would wake me up at five. My mistake. Five o-clock, bright and early, before the sun rose, he came barging into the room I was in, threw open the curtains and pulled my covers off me, tossing them to the floor.
"RISE AND SHINE SARAH!!!"
After beating him soundly with a pillow, I got dressed in the clothing they provided me and made my way downstairs for breakfast. Going into the kitchen, I searched the cupboards until I found a bagel and some cream cheese, toasting the dough and spreading the cream. Heading into the dining room I took a seat next to my aunt, who was reading the paper and sipping on a cup of coffee.
"Do you always get up this early?"
Aunt Lucrezia smiled. "Of course, dear. I guess the soldier in us never left... we are still used to getting up at all hours of the morning. Going with him on trips is hell, he makes up get up at 3:30 in the morning so we 'avoid the traffic.' Did you think he was kidding when he said he would wake you up at five?"
I could only bring myself to nod as I took a bite of my bagel, then a drink of the orange juice a servant brought me. Uncle Miliardo, recovered from his pillow thrashing, came striding in purposefully, a huge grin plastered across his cheeks. "Alright, let's go choose your car!"
My morning brightened a bit after that. I got a really nice car, a BMW Beamer, I think he called it, and a lot of money. Not that that mattered, but I knew it would make the trip easier. The hardest part was choosing who to go visit next. Looking at the picture, I decided on Chang Wufei, the Chinese pilot. When I told my uncle this, he smirked and looked away, remembering some distant memory.
"What?"
Grinning, he shook his head, "Oh, nothing..." then proceeded to tell me the directions to the house of Chang.
I pushed the key into the slot and turned it, hearing the engine roar until quieting to a soft rumble as the motor turned. I waved to my uncle and aunt, who were standing in the doorway, and started to back out, until I caught a glance of my cousin, who sleepily made her way between her parents, wrapped in a blanket and rubbing her eyes. I stopped the car and got out, walking slowly up to her.
"Priscilla?"
"Unh...?"
I smiled. She probably wouldn't even remember this. "I'll miss you. Make sure to call me once in a while so I can check up on you, okay?" I requested, slipping a small piece of paper in her hand with my phone number. She gazed between half lidded eyes down at her hand, and smiled, hugging me.
"Bye Yuy."
I grinned at her use of my last name instead of my first. Kissing my aunt's cheek and embracing my uncle, I turned and walked back to my new car, gazing back at them. Already Priscilla was asleep, leaning against my uncle's shoulder and snoring loudly. She was definitely a princess.
Leaving was emotional for all of us, but I soon made myself back all the way down the drive, and turned, heading towards the city. I drove through the empty streets, past the street lights as they turned off and people started waking up, opening their stores or going to work. I smiled. So this is what it's like in the real world, I thought. Turning the last corner, I drove up to the highway ramp, knowing it would be a while and this was the fastest route.
I don't know exactly how long I drove, but it seemed endless. I ended up finding a radio station and listening to classical, something I have always enjoyed. When I saw the sign for my exit, I was drowning in a Waltz composed by Rachmaninoff, one of my favorites. Turning off, I watched the setting sun happily, knowing my long day on the road would be paid off as soon as I made it to the Chinese man's house. Looking once more at the address and arriving at a small, quaint cottage, I readied myself to go in.
Striding purposefully up to the door, I hesitated, then knocked rather loudly, hearing it echo throughout the house. I was definitely not expecting the greeting I got.
A Chinese man, Chang Wufei, I assumed, answered the door and promptly hugged me, kissing my cheek. Then, noticing the fact that he did not know me, slammed the door in my face with a disgusted look. Frowning and more than just slightly confused, I knocked again and stepped back, waiting for him to answer. Slowly the door opened, and I saw him peer out, hunched over a bit with eyes narrowed, looking over my every feature.
"Who are you?"
"I am..."
"Shut-up stupid onna, did I say you could talk?"
"What did you call me--?"
I was silenced by his deathly glare, which automatically reminded me of my father. I giggled at the sight and thought as my father as a hunched over Chinese man, causing Mr. Chang to scowl menacingly. Then, to my surprise, I heard a female voice come from inside, and saw a lady come walking up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Wufei, butterduck, don't lean over like that, it's not good for your back!"
The 'omae o korosu' look again. Gosh, everyone seemed to have the glare down! I thought it was just a thing my father did.
Then the woman looked up, noticing me. I smiled her way and hoped she was a bit more friendly than her husband, and thrust out my hand to introduce myself.
"I am Sarah Yuy, daughter of Heero and Relena Yuy. My father..."
"Sarah? Yuy you said? Relena and Heero?" she asked, eyes getting wider with each statement as I nodded my approval. Thank the gods she smiled, otherwise I probably would have left. Ushering me inside and keeping her bitter husband at bay, she sat me down in the parlor, asking if I wanted anything to drink. I was rather thirsty from my long drive and agreed, asking for some tea, if she had any. Returning with the wanted liquid, she sat on the love seat across the room and stared at me, eyebrow raised. "I am Sally Po, and this rude man over here is my husband, Chang Wufei. Well, Wuffy..." I saw him grimace at her pet name for him, looking away defiantly. "Well, Sarah, why are you here?"
The bluntness of her question caught me off guard, but I answered with courage and self-confidence. "I am here to figure out what the Gundams are/were. My father has sent me on a mission to..."
And with that, I started to tell my story. Finishing about half an hour later, I looked over at her, who had sat enthralled the whole time, never seeming to blink as she watched me unfold my tale. Surprisingly, she had no questions. But, she did have an offer.
"Why don't you stay the night and rest up, it seems like you had a busy day. We will help you as much as possible in the morning, alright?"
I nodded, and thanked her for her hospitality. Turning to Mr. Chang, or Wuffy, as she called him, I bowed my head in respect for his authority, closing my eyes briefly. He snorted his response, only to receive a light smack on the shoulder from his wife, who narrowed her eyes at him. "G'night Sarah." he added, stalking off to his own bed.
I sighed as I watched him go, then looked to Sally. "I'll show you where your room is, Sarah."
After a restless night's sleep, I woke up bright and early, walking into the kitchen to join Mr. Chang in breakfast. He threw a glance my way when I walked in, scoffed, and continued drinking his coffee. Sitting down beside him, I stared at him until he finally lowered the paper in front of his face and annoyingly asked, "What?"
"Why are you so mean?"
I saw fear and confusion race across his eyes, which were hidden quickly as he looked out the window. "Why do you ask so many questions?"
"Why do you insist on trying to be 'Mr. Tough Guy?'"
"Why did you invade my house last night?"
"Why did you kiss and hug me?"
"Don't remind me."
I could see our continuing argument in asking questions was going nowhere, and tried to think of a better way to talk to him. He was much like my father, I soon found out, very pompous and full of himself. 'Wait...' I thought to myself. 'If he's so much like my father...'
"Do you play chess?"
Finally he looked me straight in the eye. And it scared the crap out of me. His onyx orbs burned into mine, seeming to see right into my soul, searching for something. I wanted to break the dead stare, but I couldn't back down. Not now, while I finally had his attention. "Do you?" I asked arrogantly, imitating my father.
Still staring at me, he nodded. It seemed to take forever for him to decide whether he did or not, but nevertheless, he admitted to it. "Yes, once in a while. But that stupid onna wife of mine doesn't know how, and I have no patience to teach her. Did Heero teach you?"
"Maybe. Wanna see?" I answered coyly, raising my left eyebrow and keeping my face straight.
His eyes narrowed at the challenge, and I knew he would accept. Turning down a challenge would be like trying to make him wear a frilly pink tutu. He just wouldn't do it. Nodding again, he rose, grabbed his coffee mug, and walked out of the room. I assumed he wanted me to follow, so I did. I had to hold back a laugh as his tiny waist swayed back and forth, causing his white pants to billow slightly, making his legs seem huge.. He lead me into a small room in the back of the house where a single table was set up. A chess board adorned the top, with a waiting game already arranged. It was as if he predicted my arrival. Sitting down on one end of the board, he motioned for me to take my spot at the white pieces. What an advantage. I always won with the white pieces. So Father never let me use them when we played. He would be white, and I would be black, and it would always end in a draw.
"Did you ever play my father at chess?"
Mr. Chang nodded.
"Did you beat him?"
He nodded again. 'God dammit, why can't you just say yes for once?' I wondered, narrowing my eyes at his silence. "Oh."
"Do you wish to start the game?"
I grinned. Of course I did! But I had to set some rules first, or I would never get any information out of him. "Yes, sir, but I also have a proposition. Each time I take one of your pieces, you have to answer one question of my choice. If you take one of my pieces...what is it that you want?"
He looked up at me, seeming completely bored, but I saw the excitement in his eyes at a real challenge. "I want silence. If I take one of your pieces, you must be quiet until you take another of mine. That is all I ask. What happens when one of us wins?"
"Well...if I win, you tell me all I want to know about the Gundams. If you win, I'll leave here first thing tomorrow and never return. Deal?"
"Deal."
I looked at the pieces and saw the wonderful detail carved into each one of them. Examining them the best I could without picking them up, I wondered if he had done the carving himself. 'Probably.' I told myself. Picking up a pawn, I started to place it on the board, looking him straight in the eyes the whole time.
He stared right back, and started to choose his piece.
"Check."