Chapter 47: "Politics"
"I don't like leaving Wufei at a time like this," Quatre fretted as he trailed after
his friend through the expansive gardens on the palace grounds. "Imperial attitude or not,
he's just not used to dealing diplomatically with these kinds of people."
"He'll be fine," Trowa assured him, glancing around to check the guards' patrols.
"Heero's with him, and his grandfather's presence should be enough to keep his tongue in
"But the Council is very set in its ways," Quatre insisted, practically trotting to
keep up with the other boy's longer strides. "And they're used to getting what they want. As
soon as there's a disagreement, they're going to slam into Wufei like a lead wall, and sparks
are going to fly. If he angers the Council, he's...well..." He tripped over a flagstone in
Trowa caught him deftly by the elbow and steadied him. "Screwed," he finished. "Calm
down, Quatre. I'm sure his grandfather or his aunt warned him how to deal with the
"It's not just that," Quatre protested. He lowered his voice. "I can feel it-- not
everyone is happy at his return."
Trowa's brows drew together as he leaned in closer to keep their conversation private.
"That was expected," he admitted in a murmur. "Wufei's grandfather isn't getting any
younger, and he tires quickly. The Council has held the majority of the reins in Wufei's
absence. I doubt the thought of a pig-headed young monarch pleases them much."
"No," Quatre agreed. "Well... some of them are glad to see him. Others, not so much.
But it isn't just the Council." He looked around with a small shudder. "There's an
underlying animosity here that I can't pin down. I can't track it to its source, but Wufei is
Trowa frowned, eyes flickering to the side as a pair of guards headed their way on one
of their rounds. Keeping his loose grip on Quatre's elbow, he steered him off the path
towards a bamboo fountain practically hidden by low shrubs and took a seat on the stone bench
there. "How bad is it?"
Quatre shook his head, reaching up unconsciously to place his palm againt his chest,
over his heart. "It's muffled," he said quietly. "It's being suppressed, which means they'll
be acting perfectly normal to Wufei's face. And doubly careful around the four of us.
Everyone knows how paranoid the Guardians can be, and how seriously we take our mission." He
hesitated, flicking his friend a significant look.
"Mariemaia," Trowa said, mouth grim.
Quatre nodded. "She has to be part of it. I still can't believe she's here... and
what her father proposed..." His lips pressed together tightly in disgust. "After what she
almost did onboard Howard's ship, I'm surprised Heero managed to keep his head. Much less
prevent Wufei from snapping her neck like a twig." He took in a deep breath to cool his
temper. "Still, she has to be upset. Kushrenada and his daughter have been trying this whole
time to force Wufei into a marriage with her, and within a few moments Lord Chang destroyed
all their plans."
"We should keep an eye on Relena," Trowa noted. "Mariemaia had no problem poisoning
her before, and if she was willing to kill Wufei's mother, there's no reason she wouldn't try
the same with Relena to get her out of the picture. If something did happen to Relena,
politically, Mariemaia is the next best thing."
"She's just a child," Quatre protested, affronted. "A scheming, murderous, mentally
unstable child, but still a child. She's way too young for Wufei!"
Trowa's mouth twitched into the start of a smile despite himself at his friend's
indignance. "Our duty to the heir's betrothed is plain enough," he pointed out. "Even
without the threat of Mariemaia, we've always been required to extend some sort of protection
to Wufei's wife, whoever she might be. No one will think it's strange if we keep her in sight
at all times."
"Speaking of which..." Quatre glanced over his shoulder anxiously, towards the main
"She's with her father. There are guards outside the door. Wufei told her to stay
there until one of us comes to get her. She agreed easily enough; she knows what Mariemaia is
Quatre winced. "It's still a bit much to accept," he admitted. "I mean...
Relena is supposed to be Wufei's bride?? I didn't see that coming."
Trowa shrugged to show his own ignorance. "None of us did. We should have. Why else
would her father and Wufei's grandfather insist on her accompanying us?"
"He isn't happy about it."
"They don't get along very well," Trowa reminded him.
"Yes, well..." Quatre shifted on the bench uncomfortably. "Did you notice the tension
when he was telling her to stay with her father? Naturally they're both a bit nervous around
each other now. But she seems to be angry at him. She barely said two words to him, and
wouldn't look him in the face. I think he said something to offend her again."
Trowa snorted quietly. "Nothing new there. Besides, I doubt she's any happier about
the arrangement than he is."
Trowa's eyebrows lifted. "What?"
Quatre bit his lip, glancing at the older boy out of the corner of his eye.
"Actually... I don't think she, um... minds."
Trowa blinked. Then blinked again. "I thought she liked Heero," he said
Quatre almost laughed at his friend's forthrightness, but stopped himself just in
time. "She did. But he didn't give her the time of day, he handled her roughly, and was
flat-out harsh with her. At least Wufei has always been honest with her, even if he was
sometimes a bit brutal about it. And she seems to think he has more honor and compassion than
she originally gave him credit for. According to Hilde, she tried to befriend him when they
first met. They share similar views on war and fighting in general, after all."
"It wouldn't be so bad a match, actually," Trowa pointed out. "In a lot of ways, they
fit together. They could probably actually learn to grow fond of each other if..." Trowa
Quatre's eyes lowered sadly. "Yeah," he muttered. "Maybe. If he wasn't
Trowa got to his feet abruptly, startling the other boy. "We shouldn't be wasting
time talking about Wufei's personal life," he said shortly, face unreadable once again. "He
gave us a job to do."
"Uh- right!" Quatre got up quickly, forcing the conversation from his mind. "Where
should we start?"
"You find his old nursemaid, Yingtai, then see if you can get some of the newer guards
to open up to you. They probably won't even realize who you are." He nodded towards the
gates. "I'll start out there. We'll probably have more luck with the rest of the colonists
than the people in here."
"I thought Duo was going to question the citizens."
"It will be quicker if we work separate sides of the colony and meet in the middle.
Hilde volunteered to help you in here. She's no one important, and someone might open up to
her more easily than they would to any of us. And perhaps some of the guards will be more
willing to speak to a woman, anyhow. But Heero's well-known to the Chang Clan; he'll be the
best one to speak to Wufei's relatives."
"Right. That leaves the Council."
Trowa nodded, gaze drifting towards the main house. "We'll leave that battle to
The childlike voice at her back made the hairs on the back of Hilde's neck stand on
end as she strode down the hall in search of her quarry.
"Hilde! It feels like such a long time since we've seen each other!"
Hilde turned slowly, putting her hands behind her back to hide the way she was
clenching her fists. She stared at the girl hurrying to catch up to her and couldn't find it
in herself to even force a fake suggestion of a smile. "Mariemaia," she responded, tone
carefully neutral. Her gaze flicked towards the man trailing behind the small girl. He was
dressed in a freshly pressed suit, which was strange. Hilde had assumed any men with
Kushrenada would be dressed in uniform. When he moved his arm, she glimpsed an empty holster
in his belt. Bodyguard, then? She sent a silent prayer of thanks that visitors were disarmed
before being allowed entrance to the palace.
"I'm glad we have this opportunity to speak again," Mariemaia was saying, all smiles.
"Walk with me?" She moved as if too loop her arm through the older girl's, but Hilde turned
away deftly, avoiding the touch and pretending not to notice.
"I'm busy," she said, her voice flat in an attempt to keep the anger from it. "Can it
Mariemaia pretended not to notice the brushoff and quickened her pace slightly to stay
abreast of Hilde. "Oh, this will only take a moment!"
Hilde turned her head slightly to look back at the man in the suit as he followed a
few feet behind. He offered a thin little smile and gazed back with cold gray eyes.
Suppressing a shudder, Hilde looked away. "Who's that?"
"Oh, that's just Phillips," Mariemaia said dismissively, flapping a hand in the air.
"He works for my father. Just pretend he isn't even there."
Hilde could think of no way of getting rid of the girl that didn't involve violence or
out-right threats, either of which would probably earn a swift retaliation from the sharp-eyed
bodyguard. "What do you want, Mariemaia?" she demanded wearily.
Mariemaia widened her eyes innocently. "I just wanted to talk!"
"Yes." Mariemaia offered her sweet little girl smile-- the same smile that had won
Hilde's affection when they'd first met. Hilde's fingernails dug painfully into her palms.
"I wanted to make sure everything was all right with us," Mariemaia said earnestly. "After
those lies the others told and the things that horrid Maxwell did to me..." she sniffled
pitifully for a moment, then put on a brave front. "I don't want to even think about it. I
just wanted to make things right again."
"Right again?" Hilde repeated sharply. She stopped suddenly and turned on her heel to
glare down at the startled child. "You can't 'make things right again', Mariemaia," she said
in a low, angry voice. "Ever. You tried to have Wufei's mother killed. You lied to all of
us. You poisoned him and Relena. It's pretty obvious you don't give a damn about any
of us. So what's this really about?" Mariemaia opened her mouth, but Hilde didn't even give
her the chance to respond. "Did you think you could get to Wufei through his friends? Is
"I've seen what you do to people you don't think twice about," Hilde growled. "Now
you've suddenly got grudges against the people I care about." She jabbed her finger hard in
the girl's chest. Phillips shifted meaningfully, but she ignored him. Holding Mariemaia's
gaze, she made sure every word was clear and menacing. "Stay away from my friends,
Kushrenada. Or I'll show you the meaning of 'diplomatic incident'."
Mariemaia smiled nastily. "Why, Hilde, are you threatening me?" she asked, voice
ringing with mocking surprise.
"No. I'm warning you," Hilde hissed.
Phillips took a step forward, but Hilde was already turning and stalking off.
"Let her go," Mariemaia ordered sharply when Phillips looked ready to follow. Her
face was dark with anger. "She talks big, but she's no real threat. Go. I want you to find
out where the Senator's daughter is. Follow her, but don't let her notice you. I want to
know where she sleeps, when she eats, who she talks to. Who's guarding her, and how
Phillips nodded slightly, cool gray eyes tracking Hilde's back as she continued down
the hall. "And the boy?"
Mariemaia's lip twisted into an ugly sneer of hate, her little fists clenching at her
sides. "Oh, don't worry, I have plans for him. He'll regret ever crossing me."
Heero crossed his arms over his chest as he watched his friend stalk past him for the
fourth time. "Wufei. You need to calm down."
"I am calm," Wufei retorted, turning sharply and going over to crack open the door.
He peeked out into the hallway, fingers drumming against the wood in agitation.
"You're the exact opposite of calm," Heero corrected mildly. "Stop having a panic
attack. Your grandfather will do almost all the talking. Mingzhu said you're there to
observe and learn. Unless someone speaks to you directly, you're not expected to
"I can't avoid talking to the Council forever," Wufei grumbled, turning away from the
door and heading restlessly towards the other side of the small room his aunt had ordered him
to wait in until they were called for. "I'm going to have to deal with them constantly in the
future. And right now it's important that I know where they stand on certain issues."
Heero snagged the other boy's elbow as he walked past and pulled him up short. "You
can talk to them later, on an individual basis," he said. "It's a bad idea to confront them
all at once about something unless you're sure of yourself and believe in what you're saying.
If you want to question them honestly, catch them alone. For now, all you're expected to do
is sit there and take it all in. Your grandfather will handle it."
"I'll be fine," Wufei insisted.
Heero snorted. "If you go in there this agitated, you won't be able to keep your
mouth shut," he stated bluntly. "The minute they say something you disagree with, you'll
"What's wrong with that?"
"This is not the day to go head to head with the Council," Heero said firmly. "You're
new. They're still..." he frowned, searching for the correct phrase.
"Feeling me out, yeah, I know," Wufei huffed, hands on his hips as he scowled weakly
toward the door. "I know all that. I just... I want this to be over with." He took a deep
breath. "They're going to discuss Kushrenada. And Milliardo. He's getting too close. They
might ask Grandfather to deploy the Gundams. I can't let that happen." He glanced at his
lover out of the corner of his eye. "You're the one who made that clear last night. I'm not
going to let the past repeat itself. I don't know Milliardo's motives, but I'm not going to
let them kill him before I hear his side of it."
"Last...?" Heero's eyes narrowed in surprise. "That was a dream," he said
Wufei frowned back uneasily. "...Are you sure?"
Heero eyed him a bit warily.
"I thought it was," Wufei muttered. "But if you remember it, too...."
Heero shook his head. "You're the one who sleepwalks."
"Har har." Wufei headed for the door again. "Damn it, what's taking so
"You need to calm down," Heero repeated in a deadpan.
Wufei spun on his heel and scowled. "How do you expect me to do that?"
Heero cocked his head to the side, considering that for a moment. "...I have an
idea," he said at last.
Wufei spread his arms wide. "I'm open to suggestions," he said with only a hint of
Heero nodded and walked past him, shutting the heavy door firmly.
Wufei blinked in confusion as a hard hand gripped him by the shoulder. "What? A
massage? You must be jok--"
Heero tugged him backwards sharply, and Wufei grunted as his shoulderblades connected
with the door. "Yuy--! Watch it!" he snapped. "You oafish--" His breath froze in his lungs
and choked his words as he stared in wild disbelief at the boy who had abruptly dropped to his
knees before him. Hands landing lightly on his hips made him jump nervously. He sputtered
for a few moments, face flaming, then grabbed the other boy's hands hastily when they moved
towards the string on his pants. "Yuy!" he hissed frantically. "What do you think you're-
"I've never done this before," Heero admitted calmly, tugging his hands free from
Wufei's desperate grip. "But it doesn't sound that difficult."
"Stop!!" Wufei tried to snatch at his pants, but Heero was already pulling the string
to loosen them. Wufei's face felt as if it was on fire, and his heart was thundering in his
"What?" Heero paused, glancing up at him through his bangs. "This will calm you
down. You need to relax."
"I can meditate for that," Wufei insisted quickly, clutching at the hem of his pants.
"Are you insane? What if someone comes in??"
"They won't," Heero said firmly, and gave the pants a quick yank, tearing them from
Wufei's grasp and pulling them down his thighs.
"Stop--" Wufei gasped again, mortified. "You don't-- have to--"
Heero hesitated, fingers already gripping the edge of Wufei's boxers. He arched a
brow. "What? You don't want me to?" He frowned slightly. "I won't bite--"
"That's not the point," Wufei stammered.
Heero seemed to realize that his lover's hesitance came from embarrassment, and
promptly tuned out the protests, tugging the boxers down.
Wufei sucked in a quick gasp, eyes squeezing shut as warmth and moisture took him in.
Heero gagged slightly, pulled back a moment later, frowned thoughtfully, then tried again more
Wufei found his fingers clenched in wild dark hair, his heart crashing against his
lungs as he panted for breath.
Warm, wet, suction.
Those three words would be bouncing around in the back of his head for the rest of the
day. Possibly for the rest of the week.
A thready moan escaped his mouth before he could catch it, and Heero seemed to take
encouragement from that, his fingers flexing possessively around Wufei's ass as the suction
increased a bit.
It didn't take long before Wufei's legs began to tremble and the pleasure began to
mount towards a breaking point.
At the last second he realized-- he should warn--
"I'm gonna--" he gasped, almost too late, fingernails digging into Heero's scalp as he
struggled not to force himself deeper.
He came shuddering and still struggling for breath, and Heero waited a few moments
before pulling back. Wufei forced his eyes open and watched in a kind of dazed fascination as
Heero wiped off the back of his mouth with one hand, throat bobbing as he swallowed what
little he'd been able to catch, his other hand finishing the job.
Wufei let his head thump back against the door and concentrated on breathing. He felt
lethargic and satisfied, and when Heero got to his feet, he offered the other boy a vague
Heero snorted and stole a quick kiss that left a slightly bitter aftertaste.
"Relaxed?" he teased under his breath.
"Smartass," Wufei breathed, curling his fingers around Heero's waist and pulling him
up against his own body.
"I'd ask if that was all right, but..." Heero's mouth twitched into something
suspiciously like a smug smirk.
"Don't act so pleased with yourself," Wufei snorted, amused despite himself. His eyes
tilted downwards. He could feel something hard pressing against his thigh. "What
Footsteps approaching down the hall brought them both back to reality. Reluctantly
Heero stepped back while Wufei hastily pulled up his pants again. "Later then," Wufei
promised, and it was his turn to smirk when Heero arched a brow dubiously.
"Master Chang?" a voice called from outside. "The Council is gathering. Your
grandfather requests your attendance."
"I'm coming," Wufei answered.
"Too late," Heero muttered.
Wufei rolled his eyes and pretended his ears weren't burning.
"I told you you were turning me into a pervert," Heero said. His face was solemn, but
his eyes were still just this side of gloating.
Later, Wufei promised himself firmly. He'd find a way to pay the smug little
bastard back. Even if he had to smuggle the other boy to that useful little soundproofed room
aboard the shuttle.
There were eleven men and women on the council, most of them over forty. Two of them
were as old as Wufei's grandfather.
They each eyed Wufei sharply during the meeting, gauging him. Wufei weighed their
gazes warily. Some of them were looking at him as Mingzhu did, as if they were just waiting
for him to fuck up. Or as if he was not worth their time. Others simply seemed curious or
thoughtful. Only Shen offered a small encouraging smile at one point.
Wufei sat beside his grandfather and kept his mouth shut as he'd been told, until the
sensitive subject of their uninvited guests was brought up.
The first hour of the meeting was taken up with talk of the people of Yeong, and Wufei
paid avid attention. These were the people he would be expected to rule someday. The
disputes, requests, and general activity brought to the table on their behalf were things he
would have to carefully weigh and evaluate when it was his turn to take his grandfather's seat
at the head of the long table. Some of the more petty problems had already been taken care of
by the Council, but the ones that required more attention were put at Jianguo's feet for
consideration. He offered solutions for some, and for the more difficult ones he set up times
for the aggrieved to seek his audience in the throne room. Wufei learned quite a lot about
how the colony was run just in that hour. He made mental notes and kept his peace.
Until the conversation turned to the two Generals.
"Kushrenada cannot be allowed to stay here," one man said firmly. "It's too
dangerous. The Lightning Count follows him, and his focus is on war and politics. The offer
of his daughter only proves that he has his own personal interests in Yeong."
"We can't just send him away," the woman across from him interrupted with a displeased
frown. "It could be taken as an insult!"
"What do we care what the 'hero of earth' thinks of us?" asked a younger man
"We care because this 'hero' is in command of an enormous army," the woman snapped.
"Every soldier under his command would die for him. They follow his orders without question.
If it ever crosses his mind to wipe Yeong off the map, no force in space could stop
There were murmurs of agreement, and Wufei could no longer hold his tongue.
"Milliardo's could," he spoke up, carefully not looking at his grandfather in case the other
man tried to motion him to silence.
His voice earned a few glares from those who were not pleased with his attendance.
One woman humored him. "Milliardo's men are militia," she pointed out. "Less than
half of them are actual trained soldiers. The rest of them are men and women who left their
colonies to fight. And Kushrenada has the dolls. Milliardo's men would be crushed."
"If that were true, Treize would have taken care of them a long time ago," Wufei
argued firmly. "Milliardo is the one thing keeping back the armies of earth. This war would
have ended shortly after it began if what you say is true." He flicked a quick look towards
his grandfather, wondering if he might be overstepping bounds, but Jianguo's face was
unreadable. Heero was looking around the table slowly, calculating how everyone was taking
"I think you're underestimating what a 'bunch of colonists' are capable of," Wufei
continued, looking the woman in the eye. "L5 was a colony created and run by a few inter-
dependant families, and they were so successful at it that the governments of earth and space
saw them as a political threat."
"Brush up on your history," drawled one of the older men, watching Wufei scornfully
from under hooded lids. "L5 was destroyed, little boy."
Wufei met his gaze, holding his temper carefully in check. "Was it?"
A few snorts of unkind laughter met that demand. Heero's eyes narrowed.
Wufei ignored the mockery and swept his arm to indicate the room, glaring at the man
who had spoken. "The same people who built L5-- those who survived --didn't exactly roll
over, did they? Yeong itself is proof of that. You dismiss Milliardo's army of colonist
militia, but isn't that basically what we are? Our own people, our own government, and our
own military. We aren't even a big colony, and still we're a threat, because we didn't
"I don't see what you're getting at," the woman on Shen's left interrupted rudely,
"but it almost sounds like you're defending the Lightning Count. Li is right. You
need to do some research into the history of this colony. Milliardo is the reason we were
forced to retreat and rebuild!"
Wufei raised his voice against the assembled agreement. "Milliardo himself had
nothing to do with that attack. It was a rogue group of his men." He glared around the room.
"What I'm more interested in is how someone managed to kill my father in his own throne room
right before the attack--"
A few shouts of outrage drowned him out.
"What are you insinuating, boy?" someone called out. "Mind your tongue!"
"Are you suggesting treason??"
"You have no place on this Council until Lord Chang has stepped down!"
"I have every right!" Wufei shouted angrily. There was a moment of shocked silence at
the outburst, and Wufei rushed ahead before he could be interrupted again. "I didn't say
anything about treason. No one seems to have survived that witnessed what actually happened
in the throne room that day. But somehow someone gained an audience with my father before the
attack, and then killed him. And I thought only guests of importance were granted an
audience. Guests, and..." he glanced around the room, "those people with grievances that you
deem important enough to earn a hearing."
There were more furious snarls at this, but Shen abruptly rose to his feet and placed
his hands flat on the table's surface, looking around at his companions solemnly. "The point
Master Chang is trying to make is one we have all puzzled over for years," he said. "What he
says is true. Whoever killed the previous Lord was supposed to be in that throne room. Their
assassination was followed soon afterwards by the attack on the colony." He met Wufei's gaze.
"Unfortunately, we still have no way of knowing who it was," he admitted. "Perhaps it was
one of Milliardo's men, lying to gain favor."
"We are not here to discuss the past," snapped the woman beside Shen.
"Oh, yes we are," Wufei retorted. "What we choose to do next concerning Kushrenada
and Peacecraft is vitally important. If we make the wrong choices..." his gaze flickered
towards Heero. "..We could see the past repeat itself. And that's not something I want to
see happen. I don't think any of you do."
The Council exchanged glances. Wufei watched them, heart nervously thudding in his
chest. Some of them still looked angry with him. Others had poker faces. But at least three
of them seemed to be giving his words serious consideration, including Shen.
"After all your talk, what is it exactly that you're proposing?" one of the blank-
faced men demanded.
Wufei had been waiting for that. "I know you want to deploy all the Gundams before
Milliardo gets too close to Yeong. Before we do something so rash, someone should actually
try talking to the man." He grasped for the right words to get his point across. What
the hell would Relena say? "Someone should go out and meet him under the flag of diplomatic
"I know what you're thinking," Shen interrupted hastily. He'd already taken his seat,
but he leaned across the table urgently. "It's too risky for you to go yourself."
Wufei spread his arms wide. "Well who else is there?"
"There is one obvious choice," spoke up a woman who had remained silent until then.
"Send the Senator's daughter. She's his sister, after all. She'll be perfectly safe, and
she's been bred since childhood to deal with situations like this."
There were some murmurs of agreement from those who weren't still glaring at
"What??" Wufei shook his head sharply. "No. It's too dangerous."
"Of course it's dangerous. No matter who goes, they're taking a risk. But she's
still the best choice, and the danger will be less for her. As long as she reaches her
brother safely, he'll make sure no harm comes to her."
"I'm not sending my--" Wufei stumbled over the words, but forced them out because his
honor demanded it. "I won't send my future wife out into a fleet of Mobile Suits!"
Shen smiled at that, but Heero was frowning to himself.
Jianguo joined the conversation at last. "Fei," he murmured, and Wufei was forced to
turn the floor over to the venerated leader. His grandfather got to his feet slowly,
addressing the suddenly attentive Council. "These are all valid points. And though my
grandson feels an understandable desire to protect his young bride, there is no escaping the
fact that she is the best choice. She will, of course, be escorted to ensure she reaches the
Lightning Count safely. But she must leave at once. Her brother is already uncomfortably
close to Yeong." He turned his attention on his grandson. "I think we would all feel more
secure if one of her escorts is a Guardian. Not only because of their training, but because
she knows them."
Wufei nodded reluctantly. Well, Duo was out of the question. Milliardo had already
made it pretty damn clear what he thought of Duo and Heero. "Quatre. He's the most
Some of the Council members exchanged dubious looks at his choice. Wufei ignored
them. He was remembering a conversation in the darkness of a hotel room. Quatre didn't like
to fight, but he would. "Give him a gun, and he can clear a room all by himself," Heero had
assured him. And his empathy just might come in handy.
"Very well." Jianguo bowed stiffly to the Council. "If that is all, this meeting is
Wufei also rose and offered a brief bow. After everyone had left, he turned to Heero
expectantly. "So? Which ones?"
Heero began rattling off names, and they spent the next half hour making hasty
"Let's hope the others are getting the information we need," Wufei sighed, rubbing at
his face as they made their way towards the sickbay to inform Relena of her new duty. "If
this place is run like I think it is, I may be able to think of a way out of this whole
Heero said nothing, but his silence spoke louder than words.
He could see no possible way for Wufei to squirm out from under what duty and
tradition had laid on his shoulders. He was trying to force himself to deal with the fact
that very soon Wufei would be a married man.
The quicker Wufei accepted the harsh truth, the easier it would be for the both of
Author's Notes: Wufei finally gets to be all authoritive-like >XD
Ugh... Went back and re-read HB to make sure there weren't any big mess-ups, and found one
^^;; In ch. 27 the people of L2 speak English, and in ch. 39 so does Mingzhu. That's supposed
to be Basic, not English. Don't know what I was thinking when I did that ><;; Sorry for any
confusion, since a recent chapter refers to English as a dead language.
Also... ahaha Yeahhh vague BJ scene XD;; I myself find BJ's, erm, gross, and since I never go
into detail describing certain bits of men, it had to be vague. Gomen ^.^;; Use your
imagination-- sometimes that's more fun anyway >XDD
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