+ Part 15 (cont)
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Wufei woke up knowing that he finally remembered something important,
that at last, he knew who he was...
... and then he opened his eyes, and the memory evaporated like a cloud,
fraying faster and faster with the tightening of his grip on it.
"NO!!!" he roared, throwing his pillow against the opposite
He had been so close to remembering, he felt it, he knew it! Why had it
disappeared? For a moment, he had known...
The bedside table was on the verge of following the pillow when he realized
that he was losing control of his frustration. He put the table back with
care, breathing hard, his need to break something still as present.
It couldn't last. He needed answers, or he would go insane with frustration!
He needed to do something...
And since he didn't remember by himself...
He would go ask Treize. The man knew. He would ask him to tell him.
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"Treize...I'd like to have a talk with you."
The General pushed back the plans he was studying and turned toward the
young man standing at his door. Wufei was leaning on one of the sides,
a crutch under his opposite arm, and was worrying a shorter black strand
between his fingers, nervously. He had the intimidated look of the little
boy that doesn't want to bother his father while he's working but would
still like a little bit of attention. Treize authorized himself to find
him adorable for a few seconds.
"Of course... Come in."
He obeyed, and hesitated for a few seconds before regaining that fiery
little flame in his eyes that had once been a raging inferno, before it
had been totally blown out. His chin high, he walked to a chair in front
of the general's desk and sat down, not waiting for permission like he
would have been doing only yesterday.
"I have... questions to ask."
Treize imperceptibly frowned. It could be bad. Honestly, the boy interested
him very much, he liked him, but he was a potential long-fuse bomb. As
long as the members of Romafeller were convinced that the pilot couldn't
be of any use in that state, Wufei was safe; especially since no less
than seven different psychiatrists had established that he wasn't pretending
at all and that brutalizing him would only bury deeper the memories they
were looking for. As long as he didn't let him escape, Kushrenada had
the right to treat him like he wanted. They had permitted that without
protesting too much, smirking, despising, in front of what they called
his "domestic rebel".
If he remembered what he had been... Treize would have no choice but to
treat him like an enemy. In other words... Imprisonment and brutal interrogations.
He had too much respect for his previous adversary, the fiery and proud
dragon, and had become too attached to the calm young man he was at the
moment to permit it. If it implied that he had to prevent him from getting
his memory back, he would do it. It was better than having to torture
"You knew me before... "
"A little, yes... "
"A little? I thought..." blurted Wufei, disconcerted.
"We met once in person before that," sighed Treize, remembering
their sword fight. "But we had heard lots about each other."
'and how much we did' he added mentally.
"So why wasn't I returned to my family after my accident? ... I suppose
I have a family ...? "
Treize discretely bit his lips. What could he say?
"I don't know your family." 'it was probably atomized in
the destruction of your colony, along with the rest of your clan...'
Wufei was ready to ask yet another question, but Treize cut him with a
"Wufei, the doctors said that it was better for you to remember by
yourself than to have our memories forced on you," he lied without
shame. "They're by nature not the same as yours. I know you would
like to know... to remember... But I cannot help you. I would like to,
but...For your own good, it is better that you don't know... by me,"
he added, hoping that Wufei had not noticed the hesitation.
"Oh... " sighed the boy, disappointed and annoyed. "But
can I ask about some other things?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"I don't really remember the political context... and... The soldiers
in the halls, your title of general... Are we at war? Tell me about it."
Treize sighed again and kept himself from tearing out his hair. How was
he supposed to protect him if he kept putting himself in danger? He could
not decently protect him from himself, not without at least explaining
to the sharp-minded boy why he was doing that... But he knew that under
all of his apparent softness, the boy still had an enormous will. He would
want to know anyway, even with the risks.
"I don't think it would be good for you... Really I don't think...
"Do you want me to ever remember?" spat the boy, unknowingly
hitting the nail on the head. For the first time in weeks, he sounded
exactly like the old Chang Wufei. "You never leave me in a situation
where I could provoke a return of my memories... If you never tell me
anything, how will I find a trigger?! Nothing will ever change! Do you
really want me to stay like that forever, not knowing who the hell I am?"
he asked, jumping on his feet.
He was gaining back more and more of the previous boy's will and aggression,
even if most of the time he was still calm and reserved. Now Treize could
recognize the steel strong resolve of his adversary... And his intelligence
had not disappeared with his memory. He would not be long now before putting
the clues together.
"Treize-san, please... " pleaded the boy, offering him what
he recognized as a last chance to admit to the truth.
Kushrenada searched for words for several seconds, then shook his head
no, softly, not daring to look at him.
Wufei waited for the man to speak, then understanding that he would not,
stalked up without looking back, struggling with all his might not to
He waited until he was in the shelter of his little garden arbor to let
his face show the depth of his hurt.
He had trusted in Treize, a nearly blind trust... But the man refused
to tell him anything. Did he really want to help him? Were his intentions
toward him as pure as Wufei had first thought? Maybe, maybe he had lied
all along; and how would the boy know, since he was forced to take everything
he said as Gospel truth?
He was caught in a sudden panic attack. His name, the only thing linking
him, as he believed, to his past... Was his name truly Chang Wufei?
The face greeting him every morning in the mirror stayed the face of a
* * *
Treize tried to concentrate on his work, but it didn't work. His eyes
always came back to the crutch the boy had forgotten against the chair.
Finally, he abandoned his work and got up. Taking the crutch in hand,
he began to hunt the boy.
One of the guards he had assigned to his surveillance indicated his current
position. He knew that Wufei would not like knowing that he was under
surveillance, but he couldn't just let him wander as he wanted in the
base. A random thing could awaken his memories and then, instead of a
lost boy, they would have a spy infiltrated in the heart of their deepest
As he had thought, Wufei was at the farthest end of the garden, under
his favorite arbor.
Treize froze the second he caught sight of him.
Sitting on a bench covered in light wood, Wufei had bent a knee under
his chin, and his unbound hair dancing in the light breeze was covering,
by locks, parts of his exotic profile. Eyes lowered, somber, he was contemplating
a withering rose that he was turning around between his fingers. A petal
escaped and he caught it to stare at it pensively.
Treize hesitated for a few minutes about bothering him. The boy was breathtakingly,
exotically beautiful. If he had been even only a few years older, Kushrenada
wouldn't have hesitated long before courting him; but even if he was mature
for his age, it didn't make him truly older.
' ... he is too young ... ' he reminded himself with effort.
'... and much too beautiful'
* * *
Wufei contemplated the petal in his hand before crushing it in an access
of anger. The desire of breaking something in a fit of rage was getting
stronger. He felt hurt. He needed to hurt another to get rid of the suffering.
/eyes on me/
He whirled around. A few meters away, Treize was staring at him, one hand
against a tree trunk. Wufei snorted with disdain before turning his back
on him, bending his two legs under his chin. He could watch to his heart's
content, Wufei didn't care anymore.
The boy didn't seem to have heard at all.
"Wufei, please... "
The Asian boy began to gently brush against the rose petals with the tip
of a finger, then, as Treize was stepping forward, crushed the bloom in
his fist. He let the crushed petals rain on the side, lazily.
The General bit his lower lip. It didn't look promising...
"I came to give you back your crutch. Your leg will never heal if
you don't use it... " he chided gently.
"My head will never heal either if you don't give me something to
lean on," the young man lashed back dryly, forgetting his decision
not to talk to him for a verbal spar.
Treize fell silent. Wufei didn't look at him, turning his head to stare
at the bushes on the other side, examining the roses intermingling on
"I'm sorry... "
"Not nearly as sorry as me," the Chinese snarled back in an
Against his own decision, he briefly turned around to glance at Treize.
He refused to lower his eyes when he met the man's, and it was the other
who was the first to look away, to the roses bushes.
Wufei was ready to explode. He had had enough of being led in circles!!
He wanted answers, damn it! He would walk to Treize and demand them, and
no matter if the man liked it or not, no matter how good he was with the
little verbal plays politicians had made an art form of, Wufei would extort
them anyway, and to hell with all his little secrets!
In the roses and the lilacs' strong scent, the man stood out draped in
deep blue against the field of flowers behind him, white flowers and field
so green, so green, toward the horizon
/like her, like her, fields so green, white flowers, so beautiful a
landscape, so beautiful, her too in her midnight blue spacesuit, her white-as-the-blooms
ribbons in her hair, white stained with red which stands out against all
white is the color of the Dead but it's so beautiful, it shouldn't be...
she doesn't laugh, mocking, she doesn't shout, furious, she's just here,
she rests, tranquil, a small smile on her lips. his warrior clad in blue
surrounded by white the gold band at her finger just like his own. she
looks at him without saying anything, she just smiles, and he sits down,
embarrassed. she never looked at him like that before, with affection,
with happiness. he doesn't want her to tell him to leave, but she doesn't
say a thing, she just puts her head on his shoulder, in acceptance, and
he stays unmoving, not daring to breathe, as if she was a wild bird, a
raven as black as her hair.
it smells of flowers, her hair, rose and lilacs, it tickles his cheek,
but if he moves, the bird will fly away, he doesn't want that, it's the
first time he succeeds in attracting it.
and then, out of habit, the movement slightly mocking, slightly haughty,
regret, the moment can't last eternally. he shrugs to drive away the bird
who falls on the ground
a quiet little smile on the lips
he calls, nothing moves
he shakes, her head rolls, her smile seems so soothed, so quiet, so tender,
not a breath
Chang Wufei collapsed at the General's feet, scratching his temples bloody,
screaming and screaming again a name so deeply engraved in his mind that
it defined him more than his own.
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An illustration for this chapter can be found here ^^ http://oniryu.free.fr/asuka/art/gwere_513.jpg
sadly the scan ain't that great U_U;
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