Ch9

Wufei leaned back in his chair. Though it was a simple chair, it was comfortable. The back was made of one solid slice of oak that curved to fit the body of one marginally bigger then him, but all could sit in it as comfortable as he. The seat of the chair had no cushions to make it feel like he was sinking. It was no weak chair for woman. It was a strong chair for men, and Allen’s wife.

The scratches on his back rubbed against the chair. Last week he learned the words for weak woman, and last week he had learned never to call a cat-woman with claws sharper then his sword a weak woman and then turn his back. He missed his black training shirt; he wasn’t able to get the blood out and mend all the tears.

Duo sat across from him. Duo’s mouth seemed never to close as he ate the dinner before them and talked aimlessly and waved his hands about. He switched back and forth from English to Earth standard (1) every few minutes, yet the Gaea people understood him. It was an injustice. He had spent almost a half-year here and the language still troubled him. A total injustice.

Of course, Duo had in the bad. Heero had brought him here, and now Heero was gone. And, of course, Duo also loved Heero, even if he didn’t know it. Wufei knew it. Trowa had indicated he did back in the times before he came here, the old times as Wufei called them. Even Quatra knew it. Poor, poor Duo.

Somehow, Duo was able to hide it behind his well-used mask. But masks slip and show the person behind as it had after Wufei had told his story. The mask was back on and well enforced.

A spoon drooped, breaking Wufei’s thoughts. It was Merlin, Merle and Allen’s son. He had finished his meal and wanted to go out and play. For brief moments, he actually drowned Duo’s jabbering. His blonde haired tale wagged and his thick blonde haired arms waved about as he begged his wife. Wufei also had learned never to call cat-boys’ mothers weak women and leave legs as perfect targets for young claws.

Merle finally waved her son out with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. As he passed Duo, Duo petted his partially covered by his waist length hair shoulder and whispered in his ears. Both giggled and Merlin tried to grin evilly, causing many moans and glares at Duo.

“What? I didn’t do nothing.” Duo looked an angel. He was an angel trickster in disguised, most likely. What did Duo always say? Ah, ‘I may run, but I never lie.’ Since he said that in English, the language where double negatives were a math problem and balanced each other out, he could of meant ‘I did do something.’ Still the same Duo, a trickster with the crafty mind. Just like Merlin, just like Merlin. Wufei shook his head; his piece of mind would never be totally sane with those two in the same house.

After the evilly grinning boy left, the table got a bit quieter, until Duo started blabbing again. Wufei just rolled his eyes and went back to eating. The food here was good with none of the manufactured quality produced on earth and absolutely none of the horrible genetically produced fakeness of the colonies’ food. Each had the uniqueness of hand-cooked food and old kitchens token care of by loving hands. He liked the food, but the food saddened him by reminding him how alien he was in this world that looked like earth yet didn’t speak its language or have its rhythm.

Someone screamed and screamed in the tenor of the youth. Merle sprung up, flew over the table, and started running as soon as she hit the floor. Wufei grabbed his ever-present sword and dashed out of the room with the others on his tale. Allen reached the door first, his hair so like Zecks’ lifting up in the draft. Everyone bumped into Merlin’s father after he stopped for no reason at all.

After dislodging his sheathed sword from a windowpane, Wufei looked up from his place between the door and Allen’s feet and the doorframe leading to the outside. A guymeluf scoped up Merlin in its metal fist and closed his hands around him. It, black and gold coloured, was not a guymeluf he had ever seen or heard of before. Yet it seemed so familiar and known in his eyes, but how?

As everyone scrambled to its feet, the guymeluf waved at them in its suit and took of into the air, still with Merlin in his grasp.

“Wufei?” Duo said.

“What?”

“Ziedain, it is here. And I think they have Heero.”

Mwahahahahaha… I am evil.

1-- I do not know the national language in GW, so I made the name up.

Merle is a cat-woman—i.e. fur, tail, and stuff but with a body of a woman.

By the way, Merle and Allen. Anybody see how I got Merlin’s name.

Now, I will go work on Paint. I think Heero’s father shall make an angry appearance.