+ Part 1 (cont)
He could hear her walk in,
stopping on the other side of the bed. "Sorry to hear you aren't
feeling well. Miri said I probably shouldn't ask since you aren't feeling
well, but can you help me with math like you said you would the other
day? It seems algebra and I are having some problems together."
He smiled softly, her voice warming a part of him that he had hidden under
layers of masks and harsh comments for years. "I wouldn't mind."
"Great! I'll be late at school for practice, but I'll get one of
my friend's parents to drop me off. I don't know how late Miri is going
"He's taking the day off. We'll be here." Oh how he hoped he
sounded normal to her. So strange to hear such admiration and love in
another's voice directed at him.
"Great! I'll be home later. I'm gonna grab some toast- and since
you're too sick to tell me I have to eat healthy I'll grab a coffee at
school! Bye!" and with a giggle she scampered out of the room.
With a sigh he slowly sat up, grimacing as pain lashed up his spine. He
was not going to get use to that feeling. Iie. He didn't WANT to get use
to THAT feeling. Scrubbing his face with his hand, he heard Zech's wishing
her off and closing the door.
It wasn't long before the door opened to reveal the tall blonde. "Well."
Black eyes blinked at him.
"I suggest you shower, I'll make a better breakfast and I'll use
the shower down the hall. You'll find towels in the linen closet right
inside the bathroom door. Your clothes are in the chest and closet."
Watching the man walk out of the room, Wufei suppressed the rising feeling
of guilt. With a long suffering sigh, he proceeded to go to the bathroom
and clean himself, though he didn't think any amount of cleaning would
rid him of the previous night's feeling from his skin.
By the time he had entered the kitchen breakfast had been laid out.
"You certainly took you're time." The blonde commented.
Sliding into a chair, the Chinese man glared. "You didn't tell me
where the kitchen was. This isn't exactly a small one-room apartment or
anything close to that. And I don't know where everything in the rooms
are, it took me a while to find everything."
"Sorry." The taller man apologized.
Wufei also didn't like the fact that every single piece of clothing he
owned was so casual or formal. He didn't see a tradition piece of clothing
in his wardrobe. He grimaced at the fact he was stuck in slightly loose
fitting jeans and a cotton v-neck shirt. Definitely not his idea of clothing.
He wasn't going to bother mentioning it. After all, he was supposed to
be acting like Fei, which was what he decided to call his alter ego.
Two plates were settled on the table and Zechs took his seat. A long silence
ensued before Wufei spoke out with his first question. "How is this
even going to work?"
Leaning back in his seat, the blonde man looked at the boy. "Maybe
this hasn't occurred to you, Wufei but you are not the only one suffering
here. And while I may choose to suffer this, I am not letting Marie suffer.
She has suffered enough."
He hadn't thought about that. "Aa. So I am to become someone I'm
Didn't they just have this conversation? "No. Just pretend until
we figure out what is going on."
"And if we don't? And if I'm stuck here?"
"We'll just deal with that as it comes. Trust me, you aren't the
only one wanting your former life back."
Pushing his eggs around on the plate, Wufei sighed in acceptance. When
it came down to it, there was nothing else he could do. Who was going
to believe him, other than Zechs, who still seemed slightly doubtful.
"I guess I sit back and listen to you explain everything that has
happened since the end of Mariemaia... Eve War. Assuming that histories
are the same up to then."
"You fought against Heero? Saved the day by getting his weapon to
"Yes. I guess whatever happened after that is where you begin."
Poking at his food, Zechs sipped his coffee. "Well, you were arrested
for war crimes. I was given the duty of putting you and keeping you under
house arrest along with the other Gundam pilots. They probably figured
we were the only one's able to stop you if something happened."
"Aa. Relena pushed for you not to be placed in a prison. I think
Quatre and Heero ended up getting her to agree to the house arrest, but
I've never asked." Eating a few bites, he continued. "Basically
all of us worked to get you to open up. Duo had the brilliant idea of
seeing if we could break through your mask. He figured there was a 'warm
and fuzzy Wufei deep down inside.' Sally ended up putting you on a few
anti-depressants and Prozac. Duo got through to you first, followed by
"I don't even know you. Why would I have opened up to you, no offence."
Placing his fork down, the European leaned forward. "Because of how
similar our loses were in the wars. I don't know if you remember, but
I was there when your colony exploded, I watched you suffer, I remember
the haunted and despairing agony that your voice carried. I remember it
so vividly, because that was how my voice sounded after they burned my
kingdom and my family to ashes."
Wufei opened in his mouth in surprise. "I... I do remember you there,
kind of... I fought you, yes?" His colony was a sore spot for him.
He didn't really remember much of that day. The raw emotion carried richly
in his voice, so much that he couldn't keep it from bleeding into his
A cool hand touched his cheek. Blue eyes watched the torment in those
black eyes of the darkest coal. "You've never talked to anyone about
it. Did anyone ever know about your wife?"
Pushing back from the touch, visibly shaking, Wufei hissed, "Stop
"You felt better back then after talking about it." Zechs pressed
on, ignoring the boy's obvious suffering. "We talked often. I guess
a small friendship grew from those first few long nights of talking. I
started to see why you chose to fight on Derkim's side. I heard about
Trieze. I heard about your wife, Meiren. And I finally understood. And
you finally lost all that anger." Standing, Zechs crossed his way
over to the large bay window in the room. The autumn light danced through
the panes of glass. "We finally broke through your mask."
Wufei stood trembling. His life had been laid before him; every hatred,
every fault and this man he barely knew had known it all. Zechs knew and
talked about them so openly! "Stop it!" He commanded, flinching
at the pain his voice carried.
Millardo ignored that plea. This is what the boy needed to hear if he
was to pretend to even belong here. After all, it worked the first time,
why not the second? This boy seemed so much now like his lover was back
then. 'Is it the loss taking over my mind, or I am trying to make this
boy into my Fei?'
"The council didn't seem convinced of your change, even Relena worked
with us to acquit you. You went with us, with me to the Peace Ball later
that year. Relena had us, the war heroes and Gundam pilots, as honored
guests. She surprised me by announcing me under my old name. Zechs Marquise
became no more. To the world the prince had returned."
"That was where you mentioned I took the bullet for Mariemaia?"
Wufei asked softly. The earlier pain had left him. A dullness had replaced
"You were in a coma for months. I was inconsolable."
Wufei looked up at the man before him, watching the tears crawl down that
perfect face. "Why?"
Leaning his forehead against the cool glass, Zechs closed his eyes. "Because
I thought I had lost you. I didn't realize it until you laid in a pool
of blood how much I truly cared for you. I stayed by your side as the
others pushed even more for your acquittal. Mariemaia stepped forward
and addressed the council. They pardoned you temporarily, stating that
you would have to attend hearings once, and if you recovered."
"Zechs?" Wufei stepped closer to the man. Why did it bother
him that this man seemed utterly devastated talking about the past? Because
he no longer knew what was going to happen? It wasn't his fault he was
here. It was uncomfortable though hearing such pain and affection placed
towards him, or an alternate version of himself. "Zechs, let's move
on. I doubt people will quiz me on my past."
"Thank you." Blue eyes caught his and Wufei found himself blushing
"Whatever. I do have other questions."
"Come, let's finish breakfast and you can ask them."
Nodding, Wufei allowed himself to be lead back to the table. "What
do I exactly to here?"
Sipping his coffee and regaining his composure, Zechs replied, "You've
recently been writing a book on events of some of your colony's earlier
political events, possibly what lead up to the Alliance's dislike for
them. You've been doing a lot of research on it; lately you've been focusing
on the Alliance's records. You went with Relena on a short few days trips
to the old Alliance Record Hall in Norway. The two of you, from what you
and her talked about, dug up hundreds of records dealing with your research
and you helped her with some of her own. Mostly records about the Sank
kingdom. My own knowledge and connections are few and far between.
"Anyways, you came back about a week ago? Something like that. You've
been organizing the stuff you found. This fall you'll be teaching some
literature and history classes at the university."
Combining the knowledge he was first given upon awaking in this new time
and the new information Wufei was frankly, stunned. "Hn." It
was like processing a new life in a few days. "Just out of curiosity,
we're not meeting up with anyone ne? I really don't think I've begun to
grasp the situation, not to begin with the new memories I'll need to have."
Shaking his head, Zechs replied, "Not until Friday, but that's six
days away. Relena mentioned something to me when I talked to her yesterday
about having us come down to her place a few days from now, helping her
with her project and all."
The older man paused, "You call me Miri."
"Huh?" The Chinese boy blinked up at him.
"You haven't called me Zechs or Marquise since, well, that night
when you finally broke down all your masks."
"Miri?" It felt strange calling the man he barely knew on such
intimate terms, at least intimate for his tastes.
Shrugging, the blonde chewed thoughtfully on his toast, "Or Millardo.
But usually Miri. Marie does the same."
"Any nicknames I should know about for her?" Wufei asked with
a slight frown on his lips. This closeness was driving him crazy. Miri?
Obviously his other self here was a lot more open than he imagined he
could ever be.
Tapping his chin thoughtfully, the blonde paused a moment. "Maia
is the usual one, but usually its Mariemaia. Its not unheard of for us
to call her Marie."
"And do I call Maxwell and Yuy and them by their respective names
as well?" The frown deepened.
"Oh. You aren't use to that kind of familiarity with them are you?"
"No." Came the stiff response.
"Well, what do you call them when you hang out with them?" The
taller man inquired.
"I... I don't... didn't see them outside of work." Wufei managed
"But. Wait. Now I'm confused. You were in the war with them, right?"
He waited for a nod. Receiving it he continued. "You claim you worked
at the Preventers with them, but you didn't communicate with them outside
of work? I'm slightly confused at that."
"I didn't see the need for it."
"Huh." Was all the blonde could manage. "Well, we're all
pretty close here. It might benefit you to open up instead of acting like
you have a stick up your ass."
"I don not have a stick up my ass!" Wufei cried back, watching
as the man brushed past him with an empty plate in his hands.
"Yes you do. Finish eating."
"Don't boss me around!"
"Drop the attitude first." And with that the blonde disappeared
into the kitchen.
"I don't have an attitude." Wufei murmured, plopping back down
in his seat and quickly shoving a few bites of food into his mouth.
"Yes you do. Maybe no one's ever mentioned it because they all hate
you. I can't see them wanting to be friendly with you if you act like
this, and I've only been around you less than two hours."
"I don't need anyone."
Black eyes turned as the blonde burst into laughter. "What?"
Tapping the boy's nose, Millardo grinned. "You, more than anyone
I know need people. Maybe you just haven't realized it yet."
Staring at the calendar, Wufei sighed heavily. Wednesday. Shuffling the
papers on his desk he decided to explore. Zechs had finally decided that
he was "well enough" to be home alone. Getting up, he headed
towards the door. He didn't get too far before the phone rang.
Picking it up, he replied, "Hello? Who is calling, please?"
A familiar voice greeted him. "Hey Fei!"
"Mariemaia?" He asked back, blinking in slight surprise. He
was never going to get use to being called Fei. Holding down a cringe
he glanced over at the clock on his desk he asked her, "Its only
one in the afternoon, aren't you suppose to be in class?"
"I am. Well, in between classes. Look, I forgot my bag with my equipment
for fencing. I know, don't ask how I can forget a bag as big as that."
In the background he could hear the rush of girls giggling and chattering.
"You need me to bring it to you then?" Great. At least Zechs
had the intuition of dragging him along to pick Maia up from school with
him in the car. He was pretty sure he could find his way there. He hoped.
"You are wonderful!! Can you bring it when school ends? I'll meet
you by the pick up lines no later than... say 2:45?"
"See you then."
"You're great, Wufei! Love!"
"Love..." He could hear the girl hang up. He placed the receiver
down in its cradle. She was so strange, so absolutely accepting of his
presence. He briefly had wondered more than once since his arrival five
days ago, if the Mariemaia of his time would have been so open and loving
towards him. Had she any reason to be?
Well, at least the girl had given him an excuse to wander about. Heading
up the stairs towards their rooms, Wufei took in the surroundings. He
never had imagined living in such a large place. Then again, he was living
with the crown prince of Sank in one of Zechs' many homes and properties.
Reaching the girl's room, he opened the door. He hadn't been in her room
yet, but it seemed like any other normal teenagers room. Well at least
what he always heard Maxwell tell him during the war. Posters plastered
onto the walls of her latest obsessions with movie stars and musicians.
Bookshelves of books, a stereo, and plenty of cds. Her computer covered
in stickers. He was glad the room wasn't pink or frilly. She seemed to
have pleasant tastes.