Memories of Love 3/? - Gundam Wing
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yellowhordeDisclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me, but I thank its creators for sharing!
Pairing: 5xM
Category: I was going for romance and angst… I don’t know about romance, but I KNOW it’s angst!
Warnings: Partial AU. This story takes place after Endless Waltz. Let’s say OOC just to be safe.
Rating: R
Title: Memories of Love in the Dark
Author: yellowhorde
Send comments and criticism to yellowhorde@hotmail.com.
Dark clouds raced across the sky as the sun made its way steadily towards the horizon. A rising wind whistled and shrieked through the atmosphere making the limbs of the trees dip and rustle like living things. The scent of rain hung heavy in the turbulent air. Oblivious to the world about him save his intended targets, a pair of blue eyes narrowed in irritation as a tall, slender brunette man watched through high-powered binoculars as the happy family, Chang Wufei, his wife, Meilan holding the baby, and the little girl, seated themselves into the yellow cab that would take them home. All members of the Chang household were blissfully ignorant of the enemy that lurked in the shadows waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce…
The still figure’s appearance was casual yet elegant, a red silk vest over a white dress shirt tucked into black slacks so form fitting they appeared painted on. Knee high boots polished to a mellow gleam and a black duster completed the outfit. He moved with the unstudied grace of a dancer and exuded an air of power and absolute control. One corner of his mouth twitched down irritation now for things were not under absolute control at this present time. And that was something the dashing young man could simply not tolerate.
(That Detective Chang just doesn’t know when to die! The Boss is NOT going to like this one bit! I should have killed Chang while he was in the hospital, but they had a freaking police guard stationed outside of the door 24/7! Only authorized personnel and immediate family allowed.)
The handsome stranger continued to fume as he adjusted the lenses of the binoculars bringing the images of the family into sharper focus. Icy eyes sharpened with predatory intent as he swept his gaze over each individual dismissively until finally they came to rest on the ebony haired woman. Slender, delicate, yet radiating an aura of strength, she was a most enchanting creature. Smooth, clear skin, gorgeous eyes like pools of night, thick hair that fell below narrow shoulders.
“Perhaps someday, my dear, we shall be formally introduced.” White teeth flashed in a dazzling yet disturbing smile. Numerous shocking images danced through the mysterious man’s dark mind, visions of blood, lust and death. “Yes…” he mused thoughtfully, “that would be…nice…”
Lowering the binoculars the man turned and stalked off in the opposite direction, towards his own vehicle, the long black duster he wore billowing behind him like a cloak as the wind swirled around him, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement.
With a flash of lightning and a deep rumbling of thunder, the gates of heaven opened and the sky wept.
*****
Meilan expertly managed to get one more spoonful of strained carrots down little Fei Hong’s throat without getting it all over his face, his clothes, and his hair. The baby gurgled and slapped his tiny palms against the tray of the highchair shrieking delightedly. It had to be the airplane noises that Meilan mimicked with each spoonful that was making the tiny infant so pleased because the little boy cared no more for strained carrots than his big sister did steamed broccoli. And speaking of broccoli…
“Ah Mei, you are not going to leave the table until you finish your broccoli.” Meilan reminded the little girl who was glumly pushing the offending vegetable around her plate without making any real attempts to comply with her mother’s unjust demands.
“I HATE broccoli, Mommy!” Wailed Ah Mei throwing her fork to the table. “It’s yucky!”
“It’s not ‘yucky’, Ah Mei.” Meilan replied patiently, “It’s good for you. It will help you to grow up big and strong.”
Ah Mei scowled darkly but picked up her fork again and spiked a tiny shred of green vegetable, putting it in her mouth towards the very back of her throat with a look of utter loathing. She knew her mother would never relent on this particular issue, but that didn’t keep the four-year-old from trying. Who knows? Maybe someday her mommy would give up on this ridiculous vegetable idea and leave the tiny girl alone to dine on Oreos and deviled eggs. The little girl swallowed loudly to prove that she had eaten the nasty green stuff then took a long drink of what she affectionately referred to as “moo-moo” juice.
To Wufei, the actions his daughter took resembled those tactics used for taking pills. Pill or broccoli, it was a necessary evil. Wufei silently agreed with Ah Mei though -- broccoli WAS yucky! -But he knew better than to say anything to his wife. Meilan wouldn’t listen anyway. She was stubborn that way. With a resigned sigh he popped one of the noxious veggies from his own plate into his mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly, then following the little girl’s example, took a long swallow of cold milk to wash the nasty taste/texture from his tongue.
Finally, after choking down the last steamed broccoli, Ah Mei swiped one sleeve across her whitened upper lip smearing the milk against the red cotton cloth. It was a habit Meilan frowned strenuously upon. Fortunately, her mother was busy feeding the baby and hadn’t noticed. Wufei, on the other hand, had. He frowned slightly at the little girl but it had no force behind it, and Ah Mei knew it. She grinned back at her father, tiny teeth flashing. Wufei smiled back and raised his glass to his lips.
“When I grow up, Daddy,” the little girl announced in a solemn voice, “I want a REAL mustache, not a MILK mustache.”
Wufei choked on his milk and began to cough violently as it went down the wrong way. Meilan could not contain her own laughter as she rose hurriedly from her seat next to the baby’s highchair and began patting her husband’s back with firm thumps. Fei Hong, temporarily forgotten, goggled at his two parents, orange goo smeared over his small mouth. He, too, began to laugh, high and full of childish glee.
When he was able to breath again, Wufei stared across the oak table at the dark haired lass who met his gaze with eyes that danced and sparkled like gems. She was almost an exact replica of her mother but he could not have imagined anything so shocking coming from the mouth of his dear wife. Patiently, he tried to set the record straight for his own benefit as well as the girl’s.
“Ah Mei, dear, girls don’t have mustaches. They can’t. It’s impossible. Only boys can have them.” At the child’s pouting look he glanced beseechingly to his wife, who had resumed her seat besides the baby. “Meilan, please explain things to your daughter.”
But before Meilan had had a chance to break the ‘unfortunate’ news to Ah Mei, the little girl spoke up, voice filled with righteous anger, “Unka D says that girls can do anything boys can do an’ just as good, too, ‘cept peein’ in the woods.”
Wufei cleared his throat and tried to suppress the grin that threatened to split his face in two. “Really? He said that, did he? Hn. Looks like I'm going to have to have a word or two with your Uncle Duo.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pairing: 5xM
Category: I was going for romance and angst… I don’t know about romance, but I KNOW it’s angst!
Warnings: Partial AU. This story takes place after Endless Waltz. Let’s say OOC just to be safe.
Rating: R
Title: Memories of Love in the Dark
Author: yellowhorde
Send comments and criticism to yellowhorde@hotmail.com.
Dark clouds raced across the sky as the sun made its way steadily towards the horizon. A rising wind whistled and shrieked through the atmosphere making the limbs of the trees dip and rustle like living things. The scent of rain hung heavy in the turbulent air. Oblivious to the world about him save his intended targets, a pair of blue eyes narrowed in irritation as a tall, slender brunette man watched through high-powered binoculars as the happy family, Chang Wufei, his wife, Meilan holding the baby, and the little girl, seated themselves into the yellow cab that would take them home. All members of the Chang household were blissfully ignorant of the enemy that lurked in the shadows waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce…
The still figure’s appearance was casual yet elegant, a red silk vest over a white dress shirt tucked into black slacks so form fitting they appeared painted on. Knee high boots polished to a mellow gleam and a black duster completed the outfit. He moved with the unstudied grace of a dancer and exuded an air of power and absolute control. One corner of his mouth twitched down irritation now for things were not under absolute control at this present time. And that was something the dashing young man could simply not tolerate.
(That Detective Chang just doesn’t know when to die! The Boss is NOT going to like this one bit! I should have killed Chang while he was in the hospital, but they had a freaking police guard stationed outside of the door 24/7! Only authorized personnel and immediate family allowed.)
The handsome stranger continued to fume as he adjusted the lenses of the binoculars bringing the images of the family into sharper focus. Icy eyes sharpened with predatory intent as he swept his gaze over each individual dismissively until finally they came to rest on the ebony haired woman. Slender, delicate, yet radiating an aura of strength, she was a most enchanting creature. Smooth, clear skin, gorgeous eyes like pools of night, thick hair that fell below narrow shoulders.
“Perhaps someday, my dear, we shall be formally introduced.” White teeth flashed in a dazzling yet disturbing smile. Numerous shocking images danced through the mysterious man’s dark mind, visions of blood, lust and death. “Yes…” he mused thoughtfully, “that would be…nice…”
Lowering the binoculars the man turned and stalked off in the opposite direction, towards his own vehicle, the long black duster he wore billowing behind him like a cloak as the wind swirled around him, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement.
With a flash of lightning and a deep rumbling of thunder, the gates of heaven opened and the sky wept.
*****
Meilan expertly managed to get one more spoonful of strained carrots down little Fei Hong’s throat without getting it all over his face, his clothes, and his hair. The baby gurgled and slapped his tiny palms against the tray of the highchair shrieking delightedly. It had to be the airplane noises that Meilan mimicked with each spoonful that was making the tiny infant so pleased because the little boy cared no more for strained carrots than his big sister did steamed broccoli. And speaking of broccoli…
“Ah Mei, you are not going to leave the table until you finish your broccoli.” Meilan reminded the little girl who was glumly pushing the offending vegetable around her plate without making any real attempts to comply with her mother’s unjust demands.
“I HATE broccoli, Mommy!” Wailed Ah Mei throwing her fork to the table. “It’s yucky!”
“It’s not ‘yucky’, Ah Mei.” Meilan replied patiently, “It’s good for you. It will help you to grow up big and strong.”
Ah Mei scowled darkly but picked up her fork again and spiked a tiny shred of green vegetable, putting it in her mouth towards the very back of her throat with a look of utter loathing. She knew her mother would never relent on this particular issue, but that didn’t keep the four-year-old from trying. Who knows? Maybe someday her mommy would give up on this ridiculous vegetable idea and leave the tiny girl alone to dine on Oreos and deviled eggs. The little girl swallowed loudly to prove that she had eaten the nasty green stuff then took a long drink of what she affectionately referred to as “moo-moo” juice.
To Wufei, the actions his daughter took resembled those tactics used for taking pills. Pill or broccoli, it was a necessary evil. Wufei silently agreed with Ah Mei though -- broccoli WAS yucky! -But he knew better than to say anything to his wife. Meilan wouldn’t listen anyway. She was stubborn that way. With a resigned sigh he popped one of the noxious veggies from his own plate into his mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly, then following the little girl’s example, took a long swallow of cold milk to wash the nasty taste/texture from his tongue.
Finally, after choking down the last steamed broccoli, Ah Mei swiped one sleeve across her whitened upper lip smearing the milk against the red cotton cloth. It was a habit Meilan frowned strenuously upon. Fortunately, her mother was busy feeding the baby and hadn’t noticed. Wufei, on the other hand, had. He frowned slightly at the little girl but it had no force behind it, and Ah Mei knew it. She grinned back at her father, tiny teeth flashing. Wufei smiled back and raised his glass to his lips.
“When I grow up, Daddy,” the little girl announced in a solemn voice, “I want a REAL mustache, not a MILK mustache.”
Wufei choked on his milk and began to cough violently as it went down the wrong way. Meilan could not contain her own laughter as she rose hurriedly from her seat next to the baby’s highchair and began patting her husband’s back with firm thumps. Fei Hong, temporarily forgotten, goggled at his two parents, orange goo smeared over his small mouth. He, too, began to laugh, high and full of childish glee.
When he was able to breath again, Wufei stared across the oak table at the dark haired lass who met his gaze with eyes that danced and sparkled like gems. She was almost an exact replica of her mother but he could not have imagined anything so shocking coming from the mouth of his dear wife. Patiently, he tried to set the record straight for his own benefit as well as the girl’s.
“Ah Mei, dear, girls don’t have mustaches. They can’t. It’s impossible. Only boys can have them.” At the child’s pouting look he glanced beseechingly to his wife, who had resumed her seat besides the baby. “Meilan, please explain things to your daughter.”
But before Meilan had had a chance to break the ‘unfortunate’ news to Ah Mei, the little girl spoke up, voice filled with righteous anger, “Unka D says that girls can do anything boys can do an’ just as good, too, ‘cept peein’ in the woods.”
Wufei cleared his throat and tried to suppress the grin that threatened to split his face in two. “Really? He said that, did he? Hn. Looks like I'm going to have to have a word or two with your Uncle Duo.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
