by Kedriaa
Disclaimer: GW characters do not belong to me. No monetary profit gained through this venture - just an ample amount of self- satisfaction and self-indulgence.
<"..."> spoken in Cantonese
<"Wha--?"> Wu Fei stumbled backwards into the opposite wall trying not to drop his burden, <"Chun Fei?!">
<"I missed you!"> he hugged Wu Fei tightly, <"Where have you been?">
Wu Fei gaped at his cousin, wondering if he was dreaming.
"Wu Fei?" Treize popped his head out of the room, "Are you okay?"
The Chinese youth continued gaping, this time at the redhead.
"Yes, your aunt is here," he answered the questioning look on Wu Fei's face, "She arrived yesterday; I invited her to stay knowing that you'll be back today."
"Is..." Wu Fei began but faltered.
"No," Treize replied as if reading Wu Fei's mind, "She was only accompanied by the ball of energy currently buzzing in your arms."
"Oh."
"Come, she's waiting for you."
Wu Fei nodded then smiled at Chun Fei, <"Did you have a good journey here?">
<"It was okay."> the little boy raised one shoulder.
<"Can I put you down now? You've grown heavier in the past year!">
<"Oh-kay! Mama is waiting.">
Wu Fei strode into the room nervously. If he really thought about it, he wouldn't have been so surprised by his aunt's presence. She was after all the only one of his uncle's family that gave a damn about him, but at it stood, his mind wasn't really making any connections.
<"Aunt Pui San,"> he said and bowed, ignoring the rest of the people in the room. They didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was vaguely aware that Treize was ushering everyone else out, including Chun Fei. He also realised that Zechs had pushed a cup of tea into his hands.
<"Wu Fei."> she nodded grimly at him.
Wu Fei began to panic - she was mad. He had never seen her angry before. She sat before him, poised and regal. She wore an expression of cool indifference that shrouded her usually jovial aura. Wu Fei knew she wanted to maintain her composure in front of the others and was glad that she hadn't rip him to shreds the moment he entered the room. She proved to be rather fearsome and intimidating. Is that how she kept Chun Fei in check? Wu Fei wondered.
Once the door shut behind him, Wu Fei sank to his knees before his aunt and offered the tea.
<"Aunt Pui San, I am sorry --">
<"And so you should be!"> she interrupted him, <"I cannot believe you would let a bootlick like Kwan inform us of your survival! Do you know how awful we felt to have to hear him cast slander and slur about you?!">
<"I - ">
<"I am not finished!"> she growled.
Wu Fei was smart enough to snap his mouth shut immediately.
<"He called you every name in the book and he certainly wove an exaggerated tale of your 'treachery', your 'disobedience' and your 'dishonour'. He even had the audacity to question the suitability of your upbringing in front of your mother! And there was nothing we could do to defend you. Why? Because we knew nothing about it. Nothing! How can we disprove what Kwan was saying when we didn't even know the truth?
<"Did you lose your ability to write? You don't seem to be lacking the resources to send us word. Or did you simply forget that there were people out there who still cared for you? Forget that you had family in Peking? Did you even think about your mother?">
<"I didn't know she survived Shanghai!"> Wu Fei cried out in protest. That proved to be the wrong thing to say. Pui San looked like she was ready to kill.
<"Did you even bother to find out or did you simply assume?"> her voice was laced with ice.
<"I assumed."> the chastened Chinese youth dropped his gaze.
<"And what about Chun Fei and I? Did you not believe that we would worry about you?">
<"I just assumed - ">
<"More assumptions! And THAT is exactly what I'm talking about,"> she intonated each word with anger, <"If you had even bothered contacting me, I could've told you Hoi Yee made it to Peking. She fought tooth and nail to get your sisters out of Shanghai and she stayed alive in hopes that she could be reunited with her only son!">
At that moment, Wu Fei wished that earth would open up and swallow him whole. Pui San had never reprimanded him before. Indeed, it was she alone who had found the funny and exciting side of all the things he had been punished for. Having said that, he understood why she was so angry. He had been negligent and presumptuous. He survived Canton, why was he so eager to believe that his mother and sisters did not?
<"What have you to say for yourself, Wu Fei?">
<"I have nothing to say in defence. I did not inform you of my survival simply because I wanted to remain out of the reins of the family,"> Wu Fei replied with all honesty, he could not kneel there before his aunt and lie to her to save his pride. He remembered how she could read him like a book and thought it was better not to weave any tales, <"As tradition dictates, I will be expected to take the mantle of the clan leader. I have neither the desire nor the ability to lead this family as honourably as my father and his father before him had. Kwan is right; I am dishonoured. I do not wish to be patriarch.">
<"You selfish, foolish boy! Do you have so little faith in me? Despite what you may believe, you have allies within the fold of your kin! Did you not think for one moment that I would keep your secret safe if you asked me to? Did you think I would betray your dreams and desires to live a life of your own?">
Wu Fei was surprised by Pui San's proclamation, <"I cannot ask you to lie for me, not especially to Uncle.">
<"You don't need to worry about me, I can handle Soon,"> Pui San said, then reach out to Wu Fei and accept his offering of forgiveness. Taking a sip she continued, her voice softer and pregnant with concern, <"Wu, you don't have to do anything on your own. You don't have to estrange everyone in the family because you want to live a life of your own choosing.
<"Your mother and I care little of whether you become the head of our family or not. In fact, we would rather you did not take on that role, for we understand and recognise that that is the surest way to crush your spirit. That is the last thing we would want. You do not need to bring glory and honour to the family for us to love and care for you. We do that unconditionally.">
<"... I'm so sorry ... ">
<"Get up,"> Pui San said as she rose to her feet.
Wu Fei did as he was told. Two years ago, Pui San stood a couple of inches taller than him. Now he was the one who towered over her. She looked up at him with baleful yet relieved eyes then swept him into a crushing embrace. Wu Fei returned her hug with the same fervour.
<"It's good to see you alive, little Wu,"> she whispered, <"We were so worried.">
<"I'm really sorry, Aunt Pui San."> he bit back a tear, <"I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't - ">
<"No, you didn't. Now hush, I know, I understand. You are a good boy despite what others may say about you. Now sit down, we have a lot to catch up on.">
They chatted for hours. Each telling their story of what happened during the turbulent year. When Wu Fei ask why his mother didn't make the trip with Pui San, she told him she was recovering from illness and wasn't fit for the long journey. She had desperately wanted to see Wu Fei again, to make sure that he was all right but Pui San would not hear of it. So Pui San made the journey herself even if it was against her husband's wishes. Unquestioning obedience was never her forte.
Wu Fei's tale had Pui San rapt. He spared little detail; his started from the moment Li told him and Mei-Ran of the landing of the British troops right up to the moment his hyperactive cousin bowled him down.
<"I'm glad to have met your friends, I have faith in them to care for you in our absence."> Pui San smiled.
<"They are good people, tell Mother that she has nothing to worry about.">
<"Your mother will worry regardless. I would suggest you write to her. I know she would appreciate hearing news from you even though she will have me tell your tale over and over again.">
<"I will."> Wu Fei nodded <"How long will you stay?">
<"We have transport arranged to return to Peking the day after tomorrow.">
<"You're leaving so soon? But, why?">
<"I am not here on a holiday, little Wu."> she grinned impishly at him, <"I am here to reprimand you and to make sure that you're still in one piece. Moreover, if I did not return in a few days, your mother will worry even more.">
<"I'm glad to see the humour and teasing has returned. You were rather intimidating.">
<"Good, I'm glad to hear that! You deserved every bit of my wrath, be glad that your mother wasn't here. And I was going easy on you as it is!">
<"I now understand how you keep Chun Fei in check.">
<"That boy is wiser than you - he would never dare incur my anger like you have.">
<"I have learned my lesson well, Aunt Pui San."> Wu Fei shuddered, <"I never want to see you that angry at me again.">
<"Are you clear, then, on what you should and shouldn't do in the future?">
<"Crystal.">
A gentle knock on the door was followed by Zechs' appearance.
<"I don't mean to interrupt, Lady Chang, Wu Fei,"> the Lieutenant said, <"I just wanted to let you know, Noin and I have put Chun Fei to bed.">
<"Thank you so much for your help, Lieutenant."> Pui San rose.
<"Don't mention it, we enjoy his company."> Zechs bowed.
<"Well, I am going to retire as well. I'm sure you're tired after your journey, Wu. We still have time for idle chatting later. Good night, Wu, Lieutenant.">
Wu Fei and Zechs bade her good night before heading back to their respective rooms.
"You survived." Zechs grinned.
"It's not funny!" Wu Fei shot him a venomous look, "Did you and Treize tell all the servants NOT to tell me that my aunt was here? All I got from any of them was 'we have guests'! It would've been nice to be a little prepared for it, even if it was a minute to steel my nerves!"
"Of course not, we have better taste and sense than to rile you up about something as important as this is. You look tired."
"That's because I am." Wu Fei's shoulders sagged.
"Should we expect you for breakfast?"
"Hm... probably not, will you make my apologies?" the Chinese youth sighed.
"Of course, sleep well, Wu Fei," Zechs said before disappearing into room.
"Good night."
Chun Fei and Pui San dominated Wu Fei's time for the next two days. It was great to feel that he had family again, even if it was only fleeting. He knew he could, would never go to Peking, and he understood that he would no longer be ACCEPTED by his uncle or his cousins. Not that it matter that much to him. The only people from his uncle's family that were important to him were currently in his presence.
Besides, very little could make him give up his new life with his friends in Hong Kong.
There was only one more thing he needed to do before he truly closed this chapter to his past.
<"I need a favour of you, Aunt,"> Wu Fei asked as they sat in the gazebo watching Chun Fei run circles around Zechs the afternoon before their departure. Pui San wanted Chun Fei tired out so he would sleep through most of the journey and not fuss. The blonde Lieutenant, who spoke fluent Cantonese, had fascinated the boy. Similarly, Zechs enjoyed the exuberant boy's company and he was happy to help.
<"Just one?"> she asked.
<"Alright make that a few then!">
<"Name them.">
<"I know I don't need you to ask you this, but I fell I should. Please take care of my mother and sisters.">
<"You have little to worry on that, they will be cared for.">
<"Thank you. Secondly, I want you to take Li with you back to Peking.">
<"What? Why?">
<"Because this is not the place for him. I no longer consider myself a lord and I have no need for a personal groom. Li will be nothing else than that to me. I do not want him to share my 'dishonour'; he deserves a better lord. He was brought up to serve the Chang family; I know I cannot convince him otherwise. If you have no objections, I daresay that he will serve Chun as loyally as he has served me.">
<"I understand, but does he?">
<"He will. I will make it my last order if I have to. He will be much happier with you.">
<"He will be welcomed. Chun will no doubt enjoy his company. Any more?">
<"Just one but I will ask you of that later. I need to make certain that Li is prepared to leave with you.">
<"Off you go then.">
Wu Fei bowed to her and went in search of Li. The boy was in his room.
<"No, I WON'T leave you!"> Li cried indignantly.
Wu Fei looked at Li in surprise. It was perhaps the very first time that the boy shouted at him; in fact it was probably the first time Li had refused one of his requests.
<"Don't be difficult Li,"> Wu Fei said calmly, <"Trust me when I say this is for you own good.">
<"You're getting rid of me because I couldn't save Miss Mei-Ran, aren't you?">
<"WHAT?!"> Wu Fei exclaimed and strode across the room. In one swift moment he had Li firmly in his grasp and up against the wall, <"DON'T EVER say that again! EVER! Mei-Ran's death is not your fault. I should've have been home protecting her. She is not your responsibility. I don't want you to think that way, feel that way! EVER! Do you understand me?">
Li mutely nodded, and Wu Fei let him go.
<"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper. I didn't hurt you, did I?">
<"No,"> the boy replied meekly.
<"Li, I am not dismissing you because I think you've failed to serve me or me well. Quite contrary to that actually.">
<"Why do you want me to leave then? What have I done wrong?">
<"It is I who have wronged."> Wu Fei sighed and paused a moment, <"I am not quite the obedient son, am I? And I am certain there is a sizeable amount of dirt upon my own name. I don't want you to follow a dishonoured Lord.">
<"I don't care what other people think, I've never had a better master!">
Wu Fei chuckled, <"You've never had ANY other masters! If you go into Chun's service, you can then compare he and I?">
<"That's not the point!"> Li stamped angrily.
<"That's irrelevant, Li,"> Wu Fei retorted, <"You will be better off with Aunt Pui San and Chun. In case you hadn't notice I'm not really the master of the house or a Lord anymore. I am merely one of Treize's employed.">
<"Master Treize does not see you as an underling.">
<"Oh?"> Wu Fei was surprised by Li's seemingly innocent comment, <"What you do think he sees me as then?">
<"An equal, of course.">
<"I see. Nevertheless, we're digressing. You will go with Pui San to Peking and serve as personal groom to Chun Fei. He's old enough to have one now.">
Li continued to protest vehemently but Wu Fei would brook no further argument. As much as he cared for Li and regarded him as brethren, Li WOULD be better taken care of by Pui San. Wu Fei cannot help but wonder if it was respect or spite that made Li obey his wishes. It didn't matter; he knew it was the right thing to do. Chun Fei would now have the benefit of a loyal groom. Li was dedicated and trustworthy if nothing else.
Heading back to his room, Wu Fei opened his trunk. From it, he took out his father's sword and jade seal before heading down to ask his aunt of the last favour.
She was still in the garden, Chun Fei and Zechs was sitting with her.
Once he stood before her, Wu Fei lowered himself to his knees, <"Aunt Pui San, take the ancestral sword and the family seal to Uncle. I have no use for them. They are to be guarded by the patriarch of the clan. Uncle will assume that responsibility now for I renounce my birthright.">
<"Wu Fei..."> Pui San sighed, <"It need not come to that.">
<"It is what I want. Better to relinquish the duty to one worthy of carrying it than tarnish the eminent name of the family.">
<"Every clan leader before you has made mistakes.">
<"Perhaps, but every one of them embraced their role with their hearts and souls. I do not want this. I was never meant to have this. Please Aunt Pui San, let me go. You yourself said that this is not who I am. Free me and let me live a life of my choosing. I cannot, in good conscience, carry on knowing that I am neglecting my duties as leader">
She looked sadly at him for a moment before standing, <"As an elder and the representative of the Chang Clan, it is my duty and my decree that you are relieved of the mantle of Clan Patriarch and your name shall never stand among our ancestors. Know and understand that all rank, rights and privileges of the Chang family will no longer be extended to you.">
<"I understand,"> Wu Fei replied.
Pui San then reached out to him and with a heavy heart took the sword and seal. Giving up one's heritage was a big deal. Once it was acknowledged there would be no turning back. Wu Fei gladly surrendered the items to her.
<"Thank you, Aunt Pui San."> the Chinese lad rose to his feet and felt half the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders.
<"You're your own man now, Wu Fei. I cannot protect you anymore.">
<"You do not need to, Aunt. I can take care of myself.">
<"And he has friends that will look out for him, Lady Chang,"> Zechs added, <"You have my word on that.">
<"You have my thanks, Lieutenant."> Pui San smiled at the blond, then turned to Wu Fei, <"Now, little Wu, just because you're not officially my nephew anymore, it doesn't mean that your responsibility to write has been lifted! You had better keep in touch.">
<"Don't worry, I will.">
Pui San took Wu Fei in to a tight embrace just as a servant arrived to inform Pui San that her coach was ready and all luggage had been loaded. Zechs led Chun Fei to the fore courtyard as Wu Fei extended his arm to his aunt.
<"I hope this will not be the last we see each other? Will you come visit? Your mother would like to see you.">
<"I didn't know I was welcomed in Peking.">
<"Peking is a big city, your uncle cannot watch every street and every inn. Besides, I would not have thought you'd let some silly old coot stop you from doing what you want!">
Wu Fei laughed, <"Yes, I will visit.">
<"Good. Now you behave. Don't give Governor Kushrenada and Lieutenant Merquise any trouble.">
<"Don't worry, Lady Chang."> Zechs chuckled, <"Treize and I will certainly do our best to keep him in line!">
Wu Fei scowled at him while Pui San giggled. Wu Fei gave Chun Fei a big hug before depositing him into the coach. Zechs offered the Lady a hand up.
<"MAMA!"> Chun Fei whined, <"Do we hafta go? I like it here, Sexy plays with me and he's knows a lot of things! And I want to stay with Cousin Wu!">
"Sexy?" the blond lieutenant mouthed and raised a curious eyebrow while Wu Fei tried his best to stifle a laugh. Evidently, the boy had trouble saying Zechs' name, Wu Fei made a mental note of that little nickname.
<"Yes, Chun, we have to go."> Pui San pacified her pouting son, <"We'll see them again, don't worry, and next time when we visit we'll make it longer, okay?">
<"Okay."> the boy accepted his mother's answer but continued to pout a little.
<"That's a good boy."> she smiled and pecked his cheek, immediately prompting him to wipe his face with his sleeve.
Wu Fei then turned to look at the sulking figure standing by the carriage. He took Li aside and looked solemnly at the boy.
<"I am no longer of this clan, I will need you to fulfil some duties that I am not able to perform any longer, can I count on you to care for them and my mother in my absence?">
<"Of course, Master Wu, you know I would.">
<"Thank you, Li. I could not have asked for a better companion. You have served me well as a groom and even more so as a friend.">
<"You have been a fair and compassionate lord, Master Wu. Take care of yourself.">
<"I will."> Wu Fei then gave Li a hearty hug before the boy climbed into the carriage, <"Have a good journey, Aunt.">
<"Farewell, Wu Fei.">
<"Byyyyyeeeee Cousin Wu!!!! Come visit!"> Chun Fei waved enthusiastically as the coach filed out of the mansions ground.
Wu Fei snuck onto the balcony that was at the end of the hall on the second floor. Seeing that it was Christmas Eve, everyone was in an unusually happy mood and they kept trying to cheer him up. As much as he appreciated their efforts, Wu Fei just wanted some time alone.
Noin had been busy in the kitchen since noon, bustling around getting dinner ready. Occasionally she would emerge with food, practically force feeding Wu Fei, Treize and Zechs. She had also been singing all day and, god-forbid, even tried to get Wu Fei to join in!
Treize and Zechs occupied their afternoon by making a large and varied selection of cocktails and the traditional eggnog. When he found them surrounded by various bottles of spirits and several decanters of liqueurs, Wu Fei had made up his mind not to accept any drinks from them. While making them, they were sampling the drinks as well, with every mouthful they consumed they were steadily getting merrier and more impish.
Wu Fei needed a little peace and quiet before facing dinner. With the grace and stealth of a feline, he leapt up onto the roof - seemingly his favourite place to be in whatever nearby structure.
The magnitude and implications of his actions finally descended upon him the morning after Pui San left. Even though he had felt alone for the past year, it wasn't until that morning that the realisation dawned on him that he was TRULY alone, in flesh and in name. He cannot lay claim to anything that was associated with the Chang family any longer.
Regret threatened him but he knew he did the right thing. Not only did he not believe that he was worthy of his birthright, he did not desire to live a life he would loath.
You're your own man now, Wu Fei,Pui San had said. Isn't that what he had always wanted for as long as he could remember? To live a life without the constraints of traditions, duty and honour other than those he himself chose to adhere to? If that were so, why did he feel so lost and alone? Would this downward spiral into the abyss of depression ever stop?
"Wu-san? Are you up there?"
Startled, Wu Fei almost fell off the roof. He had not expected someone to find him and certainly not by someone who could move so quietly and stealthily.
"HEERO!" he cried, steadying himself, he then leaned over the edge of the roof to peer down into the balcony, "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry, next time I'll stomp on my approach." the Japanese boy had a faint impish grin on his face as he looked up at Wu Fei. Wu Fei could not help but wonder if Zechs and Treize had been feeding him one of their concoctions, "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." Wu Fei extended a hand down to the brunette.
"You like being up on the roof, don't you?" Heero asked as he settled down beside the Chinese lad.
Wu Fei gave him half a shrug, "It's quiet and no one comes looking for me. Well, almost no one. I got into the habit of it after I discovered that this was an ideal place for hiding."
"Hiding? From what?"
"My father's wrath, my bullying brother, my insufferable sisters, chores and homework, anything, everything."
"And here I thought you just like the scenery."
"Oh, I do. But I learnt to enjoy the scenery after I found the rooftops to be an ideal hiding place."
"So are you hiding or just enjoying the scenery now?"
Wu Fei eyed Heero suspiciously, "Did Miss Noin send you up here to 'cheer me up'?"
The brunette laughed, "I knew you'd see through the ruse! You're right, Noin-sama was the one who asked me to look for you, since the other two are having too much fun to stop what they're doing. But don't worry, I am not here to cheer you up. If you do not wish to be cheered, nothing I do will make a difference."
"That is much appreciated, I thought I would surely go insane with all the giggling and singing in the house!" Wu Fei muttered.
"I am here, however, to offer an ear to bend or a shoulder to cry on." Heero looked sincerely at Wu Fei, "I do not proclaim to understand what you may be going through but I can see you need some company who isn't trying to make you carol or get drunk."
The Chinese youth chuckled, "It is Christmas, they have every right to have fun. From what I gather it is a rather important celebration for the western world."
"No doubt, that's why I'm here. Honestly, Christmas means little to me, having the opportunity to spend it in your presences is what matters to me."
"Thank you, Heero," Wu Fei sighed and lay on his back, looking up at the darkening sky. Then he began to bend Heero's ear. He told the Japanese youth of his retreat at the monastery and of him laying his wife's, and many others', ghost to rest. He then shared with Heero how he had given up everything that he had been.
"It felt right. I knew that was what that needed to be done. But I ... just ..." he faltered, "It's not that I regret it. I don't. I merely feel strange. I am certain that it was what I wanted but in essence, I have renounced my identity. I have been the son of a Manchu General all my life, and now I am a commoner with no past."
"Your familial ties do not define you as a person, Wu-san. Your experience and your choices do. Just because you cannot call your family history your own anymore, does not mean you have not benefited or learnt from them.
"Your estrangement from your clan does not mean you cannot have a bright future. Think of it this way, your actions from now on will not be overshadowed by your family's past and you will not be dictated to act in accordance to your family's wishes."
"You speak words of wisdom that seem to have come from experience."
"They have." Heero paused for a moment as if pondering on whether he was ready to share, "I am a ronin, Wu-san."
"A masterless samurai?" Wu Fei raised an eyebrow; that would certainly explain the brunette's stealth and grace.
"Hai, a masterless samurai. Like you, my exile was voluntary. I could not serve my daimyo [1] as honourably as expected, hence, I chose to leave instead of embarrassing him and my family any further."
"I'm sorry to hear that. It must have been tough."
"For the first six month of my exile, I was beside myself with shame and guilt. I was raised to serve my daimyo, trained to be a ninja before I said my first word. I failed in my service. My family do not tolerate failure. However, I refused to perform the seppuku [2]. My death would serve nothing in truth, save bolster a few injured prides. My life is worth more than that, for the deed that exiled me was not wrong. It was only deemed ... 'inappropriate' by tradition."
"It would seem our cultures are not very different."
"Indeed they are not." the Japanese youth ran his fingers through his unruly hair, "Eventually, I realised that if I did not die for my deed, then I was certain that my own destruction through self-pity and self-recrimination were the very things that my family would wish upon me. As you would know, honour and pride seem to be have risen above all else, including the value of a life. I am not so foolish to believe that as well. So I came to Hong Kong, determined to defy them with every step of the way and begin a new life worthy of myself.
"Here I am, among new and valued friends with a future that I know I can be proud of."
"You have a hidden strength that I had not seen before. You have my awe and admiration. I wonder if I can march on as valiantly as you have."
"You are no weakling yourself, Wu-san. My trials pale in comparison to what you have gain victory over. You are a true survivor."
"Do you really think so?" Wu Fei chuckled.
"I have little reason to lie to you." Heero smiled, "Besides, you're not alone. You have us, that is, if you will have us."
"I wouldn't ask for anyone else."
"You're luckier that I was when I started out on my journey, but those days are behind me now."
"Thank you, Heero. Your friendship and presence is much appreciated and welcomed."
"As I am proud to call you friend." Heero reached over to the Chinese youth and grasped his shoulder reassuringly.
Both youths then sat in companionable silence enjoying the remnants of the sunset. When darkness began to envelop the horizon, Heero moved to descend. There was no doubt that dinner would be ready soon. Noin would undoubtedly send another search party if the pair did not return.
Dinner had never tasted so good, at least not in the past few months. Noin had truly outdone herself. Good food, good, company and good wine was exactly what Wu Fei needed to lift himself out of his dour mood. With Heero's words still ringing in his ears, he had made up his mind to take the Japanese youth's advice. Wu Fei was truly going to shut the door to his past and begin anew. After all, he had tied up all loose ends.
Immediately after dinner, the quartet retired to the music room where Noin, Zechs and Treize erupted into jolly carolling. Heero sat watching them with fascination and enjoying his first Christmas celebration. Mirth permeated the room as they indulged in song, drink, games and gifts.
Wu Fei took a step back and studied those in his company, marvelling how strangers became such close friends in such a short time.
Lieutenant Zechs Merquise - honourable, trustworthy and noble. Looking back, Wu Fei felt somewhat embarrassed and ashamed that he had doubted the blonde's intentions. Notwithstanding, he knew that Zechs would not wrong him for his mistrust. After all, their nations were at war and on the second occasion that they had met, Zechs had taken him into custody. Fortunately, Zechs was an understanding man. Once Wu Fei had laid his doubt aside, their friendship went from strength to strength. Zechs had looked out and taken care of him like a brother would.
Without the Lieutenant's intervention, he would not have met the others.
Miss Lucrezia Noin - if Zechs was akin to a brother to Wu Fei, then Noin would be a sister like he never had. None of his own sisters could compare to her; what with her compassion, her exuberance and her appetite for adventure and tenacity, her resolve and her love for those around her. She had a knack of making Wu Fei voice and share his emotions and thoughts. She had taught him the expression of his feelings was not a bad or a weak thing, it was only human. And that, perhaps, was by far the most important lesson he had learnt from her.
That and never allow Zechs or Treize bait him into doing something 'tease-worthy'. And judging by their standards, it could include anything from smelling of lavender to being unable to master the fine art of using chopsticks!
So far, the main perpetrator of all the teasing was the blond lieutenant, but as Noin had duly warned Wu Fei, Treize could give as good as he got. The Chinese youth did not doubt that in the slightest. More than once, he had been witness to Zechs' good-humoured humiliation due to Treize's ministrations. It was evidence enough to see that both men had a close bond, they knew each other well enough to know when and where not to cross the line.
Colonel Treize Kushrenada was certainly the one person that had caused him the most strive. He then understood why Treize had forced him to confront issues that he had previously ignored, even though at their moment of manifestation, Wu Fei did not welcome them. No doubt, some needed to be resolved, notwithstanding there were others that should've stayed buried. Nonetheless, Wu Fei was grateful.
Despite all the 'good' that Treize had done for him, Wu Fei would not let go of his suspicion. There was still a lot to the redhead that he didn't understand, and even more he knew that Treize would not allow him to understand.
It had become a game of cat and mouse, and Wu Fei was curious, and brave, enough to play it to see who would be victor.
They were undoubtedly drawn to each other, but the young Dragon recognised that it was not carnal lust that drove them. It was about power and domination. Treize may have claimed remorse and his desire to make amends as his impetus but Wu Fei guessed that was but a fraction of the truth. It was the thrill of pursuit and the notion of victory that made up the rest of his drive.
The Governor wanted a challenge and the proud Chinese youth was by far the most interesting one that stood in his way. Even though Wu Fei did not have a shred of evidence to support his claim, he trusted his instincts and knew he wasn't wrong. And even though he finally understood and accepted that it WAS a game, he still refused to back away. As he once proclaimed, Treize would not gain mastery over him.
Wu Fei played to win.
A small smirk played across the youth's lips as he moved his attention to the newest addition. He had predicted correctly, Heero Yuy did integrate himself rather effectively into their little group. Although very quiet and reserved when compared to the others, his well placed wit and profound remarks more than made up for his silence.
Noin simply adored him; she had another little brother to take care of. She was also completely awestruck by his work and capabilities. Treize respected his astuteness and clarity and seemed to have begun regarding the Japanese youth as his third and unofficial counsellor. Even Zechs had taken to the brunette, for Heero was beginning to prove himself to be a rich repository of knowledge and insights of both the East and West from which the Lieutenant, and sometimes Governor, could glean.
As for Wu Fei, he found that his and Heero's pasts mirrored each other in more than one aspect and through that common link they began to forge a steadfast and empathic rapport. Both had the interest and desire to embrace the Western culture but they understood very well that no matter how far they ran, their heritage would eventually catch up to them. They found strength in each other to take one step at a time and to help each other lay a foundation upon which they could stand proud.
In the flourishing isle where East truly met West, the pair would strive to embody the perfect balance between maintaining one's culture and accepting someone else's.
Wu Fei knew he was truly blessed. Even after all he had endured for the past two years, the Chinese youth knew that there was little he would change.
He was happy in Hong Kong; the only things that could make it perfect were to have his wife and best friend by his side. The former happening would be impossible, the latter, improbable. Thus Wu Fei was content to accept things the way they were.
There was so much more to look forward to, he wasn't going to waste anymore time dwelling on a past he cannot change.
The grand opening of the orphanage would be in about seven weeks to coincide with the Chinese New Year celebrations. He was looking forward to that. He, Noin and Heero had put a lot of effort in the project and to see it come to fruition would be the best reward he could ask for. Wu Fei even considered taking on a more active role in the running of the institution, provided Treize had no objections sharing him with Noin. Until they hired more help, it was unlikely that Heero could do everything on his own. Wu Fei enjoyed the brunette's company and they worked well together.
The Governor's Manor was due to be completed in roughly three months time and Treize will definitely be expected to host a housewarming party. Certainly, it would be one with such flair and flamboyance that the colony had not yet seen. It would be their first, and undeniably not their last. Wu Fei had never attended, much less hosted, a gala before. That would be an experience he would not forget easily.
With the completion of the manor would come another realisation, for it would mean that Wu Fei would have a permanent place of abode for years to come, that is, if he chose to remain in Treize's service. He could once again make a place his very own. The security and sense of belonging that his new home would yield gave him comfort.
The Hong Kong provincial government was only in its infancy. There was still much more to do to steer the colony into prosperity. There was certainly ample of room to improve their relationship with the Chinese Empire and Wu Fei was keen on pursing it.
Indeed, many and new exciting adventures awaited him. He had only begun to live. And LIVE he would. If for little else, he would make Mei-Ran truly proud of him.
It was close to three in the morning when all of them had finally come to their limit of celebrating.
Heero had long passed out on the meridienne, gurgling softly in his alcohol-induced sleep. Wu Fei was wise enough not to drink anything that Treize and Zechs had been mixing all day. Heero, on the other hand, would have to learn that lesson the hard way.
Surprisingly, the blond Lieutenant was the second one to fall! Wu Fei had expected Noin to cave in before her beloved but it was evident that Noin could hold her liquor better than Zechs. Either that or Zechs has been victim to a conspiracy where Treize and Noin fed him considerably more alcohol than either one of them had consumed. Whatever the reason, it was worth a full week of teasing!
When Noin had nodded off mid-sentence, Wu Fei decided that it was time for bed. Having drank the least liquor, Wu Fei tried his best to get everyone back to their beds. The attempt to rouse Heero and Zechs ended in failure and Noin was certainly in no shape to walk. Treize had offered to carry Noin to her bed but Wu Fei refused. The Governor didn't look like he could see straight much less take Noin back to her room.
"Y'know" Treize grinned, a half-filled glass still in his hand, "We could always leave'em here."
"I am most certainly NOT leaving Miss Noin here! That is simply ... inappropriate!"
"She won'mind! Sheesh too drunk to care!" Treize's speech was beginning to slur.
"Well, I'm sober enough to care," the Chinese youth retorted as he gathered Noin in his arms.
"If yer shober, you haven't been into the spirit of Christmas."
"I've had enough spirits for one night, thank you. Make yourself useful and open the door, Treize."
"Aye, aye cap'n." Treize saluted as he got up and headed to the door, almost tripping over a stool he had not seen.
"Please do us all a favour and wait till I get back?"
"Yes, Papa."
Wu Fei rolled his eyes and left the room.
After depositing Noin in her bed, he went in search of a female attendant. He wanted Noin to have a restful sleep and getting her dressed for bed would help. He had half expected everyone else to be asleep but was heartened to find the servants' quarter still buzzing with the spirit of Christmas. He was almost hesitant in asking for help but Noin's personal attendant was only too happy to perform such a simply task for her mistress.
With that, he headed back to find Treize, hoping that the redhead hadn't succumbed to sleep as well. The Chinese youth had already made up his mind to leave Heero and Zechs where they slept. He had retrieved blankets for them. If Treize was unconscious as well, he, too, would be left where he fell.
"TREIZE!" Wu Fei whispered fiercely when he found the Governor hunched over Zechs, giggling maniacally.
"Yes, Wu Fei?" he asked innocently.
"What are you doing to Zechs?" Wu Fei stalked up to them.
"Nothing." he turned to face Wu Fei, hastily drawing both his hands behind his back. Wu Fei thought he saw something gleaming in the gentle glow of the fireplace.
"Please tell me that's not a pair of scissors you're hiding behind your back!" Wu Fei gave the Lieutenant a visual inspection and found nothing to be wrong, "Honestly! You call yourself a soldier of the Armed Forces? You do NOT attack a fallen foe!"
"You need to relax, Wu." Treize smiled as he took one blanket from Wu Fei and threw it haphazardly over the sleeping Japanese while Wu Fei draped the other over Zechs, "No one here is going to punish you for being playful and having a sense of humour, save perhaps the victims of your jokes."
"Knowing how you define 'sense of humour', I would rather be sparred of it, thank you!" he grumbled as he moved to readjust Heero's blanket so that it wouldn't cover the brunette's face.
"Spoilsport." Treize pouted.
Wu Fei gave him no satisfaction of a verbal retort but became very aware of the piercing gaze that was currently burning a hole into his back.
"Did you know that you're standing under a mistletoe?" Treize asked casually, too casually.
"Yes, but I don't think Heero would appreciate me taking advantage of him while he slept," Wu Fei replied without missing a beat, as he gestured to the sleeping figure beside him.
It was evident from Treize's lack of verbal reaction that that was not the reply that he had been expecting. He looked surprised then amused.
"You're learning."
"I have good teachers." Wu Fei raised an eyebrow smugly, "If you're lucid enough to make a pass at me, you're lucid enough to get yourself back to your room. So I'll say good night and Merry Christmas, Treize."
"Merry Christmas, Dragon."
With a self-satisfied smirk on his face, Wu Fei headed back to his room. It was a small victory but it was a victory nonetheless. On top of that, it was his first and that was a milestone he would cherish till the end game.
Wu Fei got ready for bed but before he could settle down, someone knocked on his door, quietly and tentatively. He wondered who it could be at this late in the night. Swinging the door open, he was surprised to find the Governor before him.
It looked like Treize had begun to undress to prepare for bed but had left his room in a hurry like it was on fire - his shirt was partially unbuttoned and his belt was missing, even his boots were unlaced. Wu Fei marvelled at the fact that Treize hadn't tripped himself over.
"Is something wrong?" the Chinese youth asked.
The redhead didn't answer immediately, only stared, "I don't want to be alone on Christmas," he finally whispered.
"What?" Wu Fei frowned, wondering what kind of a game he was playing now. It was late, Wu Fei wanted sleep, "Treize, go back to bed."
"Not alone."
Wu Fei opened his mouth to protest but the Governor interrupted him, "Please? I just want some company. I'm not asking for anything else."
The Chinese youth was going to flatly refuse but relented at the forlorn expression that Treize was wearing. He was quite certain that it was no game. Wu Fei could not refuse such a genuine plea for solace when the Governor had extended his companionship so willingly.
"Just this once and only because it's Christmas," Wu Fei said as he stepped aside to let Treize in, "And if you try ANYTHING funny, you'll be out this door faster than you can say 'mistletoe'!"
Treize nodded his agreement and shuffled into Wu Fei's room.
A small, smug smirk lighted the young Dragon's face as he shut his door. Wu Fei found it prophetic that on the night he had chosen to begin anew, Christmas had presented him with such a welcoming gift. Treize had surrendered that night's battle so willingly that Wu Fei knew he would savour that moment for a long time yet. It was a good omen. This new chapter of his life seemed rather promising.
[1] A daimyo is a feudal lord who maintained a great number of samurai in their service.
[2] Ritual suicide of disembowelment and decapitation performed for reason such as resistance, remonstrance, show of loyalty, affirmation of the correctness of one's own position, expiation of a crime and the wiping out of disgrace.
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