Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Three Day War ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

Summery: AC 195, the war raged, tearing many people apart. Some bonds heal, some become stronger, and some never heal. War changes people. Meilan Chang knew this. The reality hit her hard many times. AU, 5xM              ;            &n bsp;             ;      Pairings: Mainly 5xM with some 1xR, 2xH, 3xMU, 4xD Category: AU Genre: Drama, Romance, little hint of Action/Adventure Length: 3 chapters Rating: M Disclaimer: Sorry but I don’t own GW or its characters. I do own the OC’s. Ja Ne!!!   “Three Day War” Part One By Elda Aranel             & nbsp; “Meilan, whenever you feel like coming out, dinner’s waiting for you on the table, Wufei said. He then walked to his own room. “Stupid woman,” he muttered.             ; Haven been defeated by him left a deep scar on the young woman’s pride. She spent most of her time alone in her room or the small garden. As much as she irritated him, it was uncomfortable, this silence of hers. He’d almost prefer the spitfire back.             Pushing her easily from his mind, Wufei settled in for the night, not missing the sound of someone walking through the hall.   ~[~           &nb sp;   The next morning, Wufei walked into the kitchen. He found, surprisingly, that Meilan was finishing making breakfast. When she looked at him, she glared before turning away. Her moping had turned to bitterness.           &nb sp; Breakfast was tensely silent. The two refused to even look at each other, let along talk. Then again, most mornings were like this.             And the rest of the day passed the same as always. Once the dishes were cleaned up, Wufei went to the field to study while Meilan locked herself in her room again. Unlike other days lately, she eventually came out to practice her kata.             The day wore on into evening. With evening came dinner, which meant the rough couple coming together. For the first time in almost a week, Meilan ate dinner downstairs. As always the meal was silent. It seemed like they were back to their old routine. A silent meal, clean up, and then split up for the evening. Amazingly that was where the ‘old routine’ ended.             Wufei watched from a small distance as Meilan went clumsily through her forms. He frowned. She was never this sloppy. More over, her mind seemed elsewhere. Slowly and carefully, he made his way over to her.             “What do you want?” Meilan snapped. She stopped her current kata and moved to start again. “To gloat?”           & nbsp; “Hardly,” Wufei replied. “I noticed your form and concentration were off.”           &nb sp; “You don’t have to state the obvious.” Meilan brought her fist forward, inches from his chest. Were she to twist her body into the punch, she would have hit him.             “Why do I have the distinct feeling you don’t want my help?” Wufei said.             “And why would I need your help?” she inquired with a glare. She brought her arm back and preformed a simply block.             “Perhaps you could tell me.”           &nbs p; Meilan scowled in frustration. “Quit it with the riddles! I don’t need your help. In fact, I don’t even want to see you. You’ve won. Just leave me alone.” She began to run off but Wufei caught her.             “You lost once, out of numerous times,” he said quietly. “I think you’re taking it a little too harshly.”            ;  Meilan didn’t say anything.             ; “You made that challenge and lost. Forget that you lost. Think of what you gained. Maybe you’ll learn, and even gain, something.” He let her go. She ran.             She ran to the only place she knew he wouldn’t come to: her room. Once within the safe walls of her room, Meilan collapsed onto her bed. All of her rage, frustration, and humiliation were let lose in tears and violet sobs.             ‘I…can’t believe…I let him reduce my to this…pathetic,’ she thought.              ;  Wufei slowly opened Meilan’s door and peered in. He saw the girl asleep on her bed. Her face was red and her day’s attire was unchanged. He couldn’t see but he was sure her eyes were red and raw. In some ways, Wufei was and was not surprised to see her like this.             In the unsurprised category, anyone would be expected to break down after having their pride beat down. It still surprised him, though. Meilan was a strong and passionate person. Losing to him must have hit harder then he thought. Perhaps it was time they talked about it.   ~[~ -April 7, AC 195 4:28 AM             That time for talk never came. An explosion echoed through the colony. Meilan awoke and hurried into the hall, only to collide with Wufei.             “What was that? What’s going on?” Meilan asked.             “We’re being attacked,” he answered somewhat calmly.             “By the Earth Sphere Alliance?”          &nbs p;  “Who else? Everyone’s heading to the shelters,” Wufei said as he pulled her along. Thankfully, they were able to get to a shelter in moments. Master Long stood waiting for them anxiously.           &nbs p; “Good timing,” he said. “Let’s hurry.” Master Long walked into the shelter quickly. Meilan and Wufei followed. Just as she passed the door way, Wufei pushed her further in gently and left.             “Wufei!” she called out but her voice was drowned out by the noise. ‘What is the fool doing?’           & nbsp; That was the last time she ever saw him again.   ~[~           &n bsp;   War. That’s what the feud between the Earth Sphere and the colonies has come to. A full scale, bloody war. In the middle of that war was her husband. A Gundam Pilot.             Of all the things she couldn’t believe, that most unbelievable was that Wufei had taken up the sword long term. After he beta her in that duel, it was a little more believable that he could be an able soldier. And just as unbelievable was the fact she was missing him. Missing his stubbornness, his company, everything. Of course, the Elders were relishing the peace and quiet when the war wasn’t near the colony.             Most of Meilan’s days were spent in town with Mira. The two would watch the news about the war. As long as she saw or heard that the Gundam Pilots were still being sighted, Meilan remained hopeful.             Most people figure that if Wufei did return, that the two would be back to fighting. Meilan believed it, yet she strangely hoped they would not fight as often. She was also looking forward, though she would never admit it, to sparring with Wufei again. He was the only that could match her, if not beat her. Again, everything depended on the outcome of the war.   ~[~           &nbs p;   Meilan reentered her home silently. A day spent yet again with Mira turned interesting. The news announced the colonies rejection of the Gundams and their pilots. There was also an execution order out for the pilots.             Meilan cursed OZ and Romafeller. Those fools took the war into their hands and twisted it to their game. The Gundams have not been sighted in the last month and a half. Rumors were flying, saying that the pilots were killed, captured, or in hiding. No one knew. However hard she tried, Meilan could not help but admit she was worried about Wufei. She didn’t know why, but just that she was.   ~[~           &nbs p;   This is one day Meilan did not go to Mira’s. Not only are there mostly rumors of their deaths, no one had spotted the pilots or the Gundams in the past two and a half months. The other dampener on her mod was a smaller but damaging event.             Kun Shaolang was one of a few men who desired her for a wife. Others were Li Ling, Yao Chong, and Suo Pah. Kun Shaolang has haunted her steps longer though. She never bothered to tell anyone. If he tried anything, Meilan could easily take him out. …Meilan just came from Mira’s home again. Like most days the two shared dinner together. Mira was married but her husband was out fighting in the war. Mira hoped he never came back. The fights those two have could rival Meilan and Wufei’s fights. Mira was the same age as Meilan- 15. Compared to Meilan, Mira was more feminine. Her hip long hair was either in a traditional hairstyle or let loose. Meilan just kept her elbow-length hair in a ponytail or loose. Mira also wore dresses more than Meilan. She was not an athletic girl either. While Meilan would gladly practice martial arts, Mira would prefer to read poetry and cook. To add to the day-and-night pair, Mira was so thin and delicate that one would instantly think ‘anorexic!’. She walked slowly, ate gracefully, spoke softly, and formal. In addition, she wore tradition makeup occasionally. Meilan hardly touched the lip paints or eye shadow, let alone the full get-up. Meilan was slender and bold in her attitude. She would wear formal robes is the occasion called for it. Dresses were worn in the house where no one would see her.             That evening started out badly enough, with the heavy rain. The news was no different. She and Mira spent most of the evening chatting. When Meilan left, the rain was letting up. Still, Meilan ran all the way home. By the time she got there, her clothes were soaked. She opted to take a warm shower and put on a simple robe afterwards. The house was dime and silent. It was late evening by the time Meilan settled down. She was reading in her room when someone knocks on the door. Sighing, she stood and left the room to answer it. Meilan regretted opening it.             Kun Shaolang stepped in. “Good evening, Meilan.”              “That’s Mrs. Chang to you, Shaolang,” she snapped, closing the door. Some people just had to be reminded she was unhappily married! “What are you doing-”           & nbsp; Meilan was silenced by his lips that smashed against hers. Her eyes widened and she tried to push him away. Kun instead grasped her wrists and pushed her against the wall. The young woman struggled uselessly. Of all things her upper body strength was weaker in close combat than her lower body strength. Very close combat. Kun had his body pressed against her, giving her no room to move her legs. She was trapped.             ‘How many women ended up like this?’ she wondered. At the moment, she could not do anything. It was a dangerous hope…and move, but she could possible play him. Make him vulnerable.           &nb sp; Kun moved his lips from hers and slowly trailed down her jaw line. Meanwhile, he moved one of his hands along her body, feeling her young curves. With his larger body pressed so close to her, Meilan could barely move away from his groping. He was nearly a head taller than her. Suddenly he pressed his hip against hers. Meilan’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his arousal press into her. Panic tried to well up inside her. She had to get him off her.             Reluctantly, she faked a moan as he pressed into her again. Sure that she would not struggle, Kun moved his other hand to her hips. Abruptly his hands slipped between the overlapping fabric of her robe and grasped her lower hips. She felt his run her inner thighs. Meilan bit back a whimper. Slowly, she grasped the front of his shirt as he kissed her neck.             “You never answered my question,” she whispered in his ear.             “Making you mine, woman,” he replied huskily. His guard was totally down. Meilan quickly pushed him off her and swiftly kicked him in his lower regions. When he doubled over, she swung around and dealt a blow to his head. He did not fall unconscious; he just fell to the ground in pain. As he lay groaning in pain, Meilan grabbed her sword that was conveniently on the shelf in the hall. For once, Meilan was glad she was too lazy to put the blade up. When Kun Shaolang began to recover, he found a cold blade against his throat.             “I hope you’re rethinking that last statement,” she said icily. “This won’t go unheard of to the Elders. Try this again, you’ll get worse. Now get out.”           &nb sp; Kun stood up, unsteady. “Another time, bitch.” The blade pressed to his throat.             “Beat it,” she snapped. He left the house without another word. After a moment, Meilan locked the door and returned to her room. The rest of the night was restless.   ~[~            ;    Over the next week, Meilan remained at home. Her daily practice took place in the small garden. She normally wore her near-black purple outfit. The advances of Kun still haunted her. The Elders dismissed the matter. This infuriated her. Despite that she was the strongest in the clan, they still regarded her as a mere woman. If Wufei were here…Meilan shook her head.             ‘Just great,’ she thought. ‘Now I’m thinking of the ‘if he were here’ stuff.’ In her nest punch, Meilan vented all her frustration.           &n bsp; “Mei! Mei, are you here?” Mira called out. She walked hastily into the garden.             “What’s wrong, Mira?” Meilan took note of her friend’s exhausted appearance. No one would think this scrawny woman just barely ran to her house.             “I saw him in the colony with Master Long,” Mira exclaimed.           &nbs p; “Him?”          &n bsp;  “Wufei,” Mira clarified. Meilan’s eyes grew wide as she quickly stroke over to her friend.             “Where were they at?” she asked.             “I last saw them near the west bridge. Let’s go.”           &nbs p; As the two girls hurried through the town, the action began. A few mobile suits entered the colony as well as a troop of soldiers. Woman and children started panicking. Many ran to shelters or their homes, which ever was closer. Most of the men were drawing swords, preparing to defend their colony. The swords were, however, no match for the guns the soldier carried.             “Mei, hurry,” Mira cried out. She started to the nearest shelter.             “Go,” Meilan said. “I’ll catch up with you.”           &nb sp; “Are you crazy? They’ll kill you,” Mira yelled in a panicked voice.             “Just go. I’ll be fine.” Mira nodded and quickly left. Meilan, on the other hand, went on. She found a dropped blade to fight with. Unlike the other, she kept out of the way. Long distance combat was a sure way to die. Before much could happen, the mobile suits found their target. The old building where the Shenlong and Tallgeese were originally made collapsed as the mobile suits fired. Out of the debris stepped the Shenlong Gundam. Wufei! She hurried to an open space to get a better view. The Gundam moved out and left the colony, the MS perusing it.              ; Meilan watched quietly as they left. She missed her chance to see Wufei again. She wouldn’t know what to say. Probably yell at him for leaving suddenly and all that. With her attention away, Meilan did not notice a troop knock her in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. A sharp pain spread through her body as darkness overtook her vision. The last things she heard were explosions, gunfire, and screams.   ~[~                “What…happened?” Meilan croaked, her throat dry. Light filled her eyes as she slowly opened them. She saw Mira and her grandfather looming over her.             “Oh, Mei! You’re okay!” Mira squealed in delight. Meilan gave her a tired glare.             “The colony was badly damaged. The Shenlong was able to get OZ off of us before they destroyed the colony,” Master Long replied. “You have been out for two weeks, child.”           & nbsp; “Two weeks?” How could it have been that long!? Her head still hurt. She asked, “What happens now?”           &nb sp; “We recover and hope the war ends soon. Now you rest up. I’ll have Mira bring you something to eat later.” Meilan nodded and closed her eyes again. The room went dark again as the two left her.   ~[~            ;              The next few months passed in tense stillness for Colony A02026. The war raged endlessly. Many things happened. Relena became queen and created the world nation. The Gundams grew stronger. Treize’s power swayed. Mobile Dolls came into use. The White Fang rose. Zechs led the White Fang and Libra. It all came down to one, large, final battle. The White Fang vs. the World Nation. The Gundams turned out victorious. The entire colony sighed in relief and celebrated the new peace.             Meilan sat watching the true night sky. The weather controllers let down the solid barriers. The Earth was beautiful. Scarred, but beautiful still. Debris still floated around in space. Mira came up to her and sat down with her.             “Mei, why are you sitting around instead of having fun?” she asked.             “I just…I don’t feel like it, that’s all,” she replied.             Mira sighed and looked out into space, too. “It’s strange, you know.” Meilan just looked at her. Mira continued gazing at the Earth.             “If things hadn’t turned out the way they had, the Earth would be a dead planet. Or the colonies wouldn’t have survived. Earth and Space have fought for a year and now we have peace. It’s so strange. What do we do with ourselves now? Or rather, what do soldiers do with themselves? Many were born and bred for the battlefield. It’s their life. What do they do when it’s taken away from them? Stranger yet, peace is so delicate that war could erupt at any moment.”              Meilan thought about that. “You have a point. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” They fell silent again.             Finally, Mira stood and began to walk away. “Whether he’s alive or not, I doubt he’ll return.”              “Wait! What was that?” Meilan stood and hurried over to Mira. Mira turned a sorrowful gaze to Meilan.             “Meilan, think about it,” she said seriously. “Even if he was still alive at the war’s end, something could’ve have happened the got him killed. If he’s alive and intended to return, he would have done so by now. What’s he going to gain by returning here? War changes people. Wufei is no exception.” Then Mira walked away, leaving Meilan facing what could easily be true.            &nb sp; “Wufei,” she whispered softly. A breeze brushed by as Meilan stood watching the sky.   ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~   Thanks for reading. This part isn’t long but the next is. I’m a big fan of Wufei and Meilan. There aren’t enough good stories about them. They all have her dieing. If she DOES live, the people never make the story complete. Drives me nuts.