Title: Divine Intervention (revised)

Author: Liewe

Disclaimer: Standard apply, please don’t sue

 

She was strong she had always prided herself on her strength, Dorothy Catalonia, the last Catalonia, the strongest Catalonia, the survivor.  She remembered the battle in Libra, when she had fought Quatre and won.  She knew that the victory hadn’t been won beautifully, or honorably, she had taken advantage of the way his kind heart was desperately trying to save her soul.  Quatre, the ex-Gundam pilot, had been ready to give his own life to redeem her soul, something which she was not proud of, Trowa’s words still echoed in her mind, “so sad, a woman who can’t cry,” oh she remembered those words.  The Zero system had also made things worse, egging her on, driving her into a battle frenzy, thirsty for the blood of those who were her enemies, which literally translated to whoever stands in my way, when the minds clouded by the Zero systems input. The pride, which she had always held in herself, the confidence in her abilities had disappeared, now with the war over, her confidence and pride gone from her she just wondered through the colonies and earth, forever searching.  Forever searching for her purpose in life, what she was meant to do now that everything was over.  Forever searching for the person who could fulfill her life, the man who haunted her dreams his coal black eyes and strong character speaking to her through the dreamscape.

Wufei his clan avenged could now live on Earth in relative peace, being the sole survivor and heir to the dragon clan had left him incredibly wealthy, he could now find a home in China, the ancestral home of the dragon clan.  He was plagued by vivid dreams depicting the battles he had fought in his mind's eye; he would be either valiantly piloting his dear beloved Gundam Nataku, or fighting with the skills of a warrior his tools his fists and feet.  The battlefield would always look so real in his mind, he could smell the tang of war in the air, and the putrid scent of dried blood and rotting bodies would accompany him into the waking world.  In each of his dreams a picture of a woman would always appear, her eyes searching his out, giving him extra strength if he ever so needed it to win a battle.  Her aura would surround him in the brief seconds of victory, which he cherished before the world would call to him once more and he would be removed from his world of dreams.  The woman had long pale blonde hair, the color of the moon almost, which fell down her back in soft waves covering her figure, leaving the imagination to run wild, her eyes, a deep ocean blue, would always look deep in to the depths of his ravaged soul.  The white gown which always adorned her figure made her seem like an angel sent to guide him, the way the soft material would float around her body if there was a breeze or not adding to the whole ethereal effect.  He didn’t know who she was but, she haunted his very existence, he had a fleeting recollection of seeing her face once in real life but to ask someone was to be weak and Chang Wufei wasn’t weak.  

Both Wufei and Dorothy had never met once in real life, not entirely all their minds had to go on was fleeting glimpses and snatches of conversations not meant for their ears, but each danced a dance around the other forever taunting, forever asking.  Dorothy the daughter of a deceased General, the granddaughter of the once feared and now deceased Duke Dermail, leader of the power hungry Romefellar organization, wandered listlessly through life, traveling through the colonies, never staying in one place long enough to feel at home, her restless heart would always urge her on.  No matter where she went she always felt out of place, almost as if she were a polar bear in the heart of the Sahara desert, never quite fitting in, and always pushing those brave enough to approach her miles away before they even got with in arms reach.  This continued to happen to the listless Dorothy, until one day she reached China, the place that had been calling to her from the beginning, the place she had so desperately tried to avoid and ignore.  Eastern Asia had called to her, China to be specific, the home of the man who now haunted her every waking moment, his eyes, black as the darkest night, his arrogant air.  Those details had all etched themselves into the deepest recesses of her once cold heart, a heart that was starting to thaw under the constant assault of her dreams.  China a place for warriors like herself to lose themselves, had always been calling to her and now finally after several years she was answering that call.  Her father had taken her there once, when he had been on one of his assignments for the military. She had only been a small toddler, her heart still pure and innocent, she had yet to see the horrors of war, feel the pang of loneliness which would follow her from the day her parents died.  She had still been innocent to the world and its ways, her soul had not been wildly craving for the virtues of a warrior, everything had changed with his death, everything.  Her mother, a delicate woman who had never regained her health after a difficult pregnancy and the subsequent birth of her daughter, the young girl who had earned the love of all those surrounding her, ignorant to the changes that would happen in her life, very early on.  Mrs. Catalonia had died shortly after from the grief of losing her husband, leaving Dorothy in the hands of her war crazy and power hungry old goat of a grandfather.  The man who called war beautiful and the man who had wished for nothing more than a strong grand son to continue to carry the family name and pride through the throes of battle. 

Wufei, whose late wife, a flower of the orient who had contained a fighting spirit, and an undeniable sense of honor and strength; the woman who had called him weak for his interest in things of a scholarly nature, now a revered warrior.  Wufei had lived in China since the end of the war, he had built himself a modest home in the sprawling mountains, living almost completely isolated from society, his training leaving him less than eager to approach society, his nickname the solitary dragon proving to have been well earned.  He no longer wore the traditional clothes of mourning, his pure white attire long ago discarded, and his hair fine midnight had grown back from the hasty cut, which he had done through grief, it now hung behind him held in his once customary braid.  His family, his clan, those whom he had held dear, had been avenged, their honor had been satisfied, the people who had mercilessly killed them had had his revenge exacted upon them, their sense of honor could now rest peacefully, fully intact.  The great slumbering dragon which was called the honor of the dragon clan had been fed, it was no longer out for the blood of those who had committed hideous crimes, and like that dragon of honor, Wufei could also now rest, his heart and honor at peace.  His once hectic life had returned to a semblance of normality, as close to normality you could get, when the eyes of an angel whom you had never met haunted you.  When her soft voice tickled your senses, her long pale hair stroked your face, and her aura encompassed you, offered you the comfort, which you had always been denied, through every moment of life, in the night, in your dreams, through the every day tasks.  As normal as life could be when a desert nymph whose reality was questionable haunted you, when a person you had never met was painted into your mind, every detail familiar to you. He had learned from all his experiences in the war that vigilance was the key to survival, if you remained vigilant you remained alive was his philosophy, he felt that through vigilance he would be able to find the woman who haunted his dreams and extract the answers to his questions from her delightful form.

They met in a market, small in size, filled to the brim with peasants, people continuing they’re everyday lives regardless of the two people who were obviously in torment.  Her hair flowed behind hair, like a banner of moonlight and the rays of the sun intermingled, from the confinement of a simple silver clasp, her oceanic eyes sought his within seconds of finding each other, questions lurked in the depths of her eyes, questions which went hand in hand with the questions he wished to ask of her.  Without words, he led her to his home, through the deepest reaches of the forest, the sun burnt fields, and the treacherous mountain paths, never hearing any complaint from her for the harsh environment.  An odd feeling made itself known when their hands first brushed it was a feeling of excitement and dread mixed together, contradicting one another.  He remained stoic through the trip as did she, she matched his pace, never faltering, the warrior spirit within her would never settle for no less.  She knew he thought her weak through his stereotypes, he had labeled all women weak, and she planned to prove him wrong if her heart would let her, if the feeling, which hampered her senses, would let her.

They arrived at his home, no worse for wear, the moon rising in the sky as the sun made it’s never ending journey through the sky, they stood in companionable silence admiring the beauty of the scene before them.  He spoke up first inviting her inside his home, his voice emotionless, his eyes begging; he didn’t know what to feel anymore.  Up in the heavens above them sat two figures silhouetted against the moon, one a woman the other a man, both engrossed in the scene before them.  The woman was Chang Meiran the deceased wife of Wufei, her heart not resting until he was settled she felt she owed him happiness for all she had subjected him to, all the pain and torment.  The man, Dorothy’s father, Edward Catalonia, was desperately wishing for his only daughter, the child who had been the reason he had fought and died, his sunshine, his only legacy to find peace within herself and happiness in her life.  The two who watched from the heavens were responsible for the dreams which had plagued Dorothy and Wufei through the years, the haunting of their souls, through long discussions which would last nights at a time they had found they had a goal in common, to have their loved ones find eternal happiness and peace.  Through the discussions, it was also found that Dorothy and Wufei would be perfect for each other, their brash personalities complimenting each other, each having the strength the brace the storm of the other’s temper and wit. 

Wufei and Dorothy talked through the night, discussing the ways of a warrior, neither feeling the security to speak of the dreams or the sudden longing for the other   demeanors of the two they were trying to help growing with each passing minute.  A sudden urge sent from the heavens above, insisted Wufei invite the lost girl to join him in his mountain home for a spell of time to give him company.  Without considering the consequences of such a stay, Dorothy agreed, her heart jumping when Wufei unexpectedly held her hand, a feeling, which she squashed immediately.  He turned to stare at her silhouetted figure, which so resembled to woman from his dreams at that moment, the way the moon illuminated some features and left others in shadow made her seem as if she too belonged in a dream.  The slight breeze picked up stray strands of her hair, making them waft through the air, brushing his face and hers at the same time, caressing almost.

Weeks passed, and Dorothy continued to inhabit Wufei’s home, she had taken on the task of cooking every meal, expressing a side of herself seldom seen by others.  A gentle and caring side, the side of her which Quatre had managed to see even though it had been clouded over by her hatred for the world around her, and the sorrow of her lonely life.     She had taken to wearing traditional kimonos, the delicate colors accentuating her pale features, adding to her flavor in Wufei’s mind.  The dreams continued for both of them, only in more intensity, the shadows, which had been present before, slowly leaving, the figures becomes clearer.  She had known from the start that it was Wufei who haunted her but now it was undeniable, the dreams were so clear, his every feature was made in perfect replica, for the man in her dreams, the voice, the eyes and the character matching Wufei’s completely.  The same went for Wufei, the shadows which had been present before were leaving and now he could clearly see his angel, his nymph, the once nameless woman who haunted his every thought was no other than Dorothy Catalonia a fierce and prideful warrior, a perfect match and compliment for his own warriors spirit.

Edward and Meiran continued to watch the two people whom they held most dear to them, their insistence growing, as they allowed the dreams to become clearer, each detail fully expressed in the dreamscape.  They were determined in accomplishing their mission but they were growing tired of the game, of the dance, they wanted to continue their after lives in peace.  They continued to bide their time, waiting patiently for Wufei and Dorothy to realize what was plainly clear to their heaven bound eyes. They waited patiently until finally through desperation they broke every rule regarding their behavior and traveled down to earth intent on knocking some sense into the two stubborn mules.  Dorothy took the appearance of her ghostly father in her stride the surprise never registering on her elfin features, Wufei spluttered and coughed when the ghostly figure of his deceased wife appeared before him. 

“Meiran, it can’t be,” whispered Wufei surprise evident in every line of his face. 

“Yes it is,” was her tart and echoing reply, a reply that elicited a giggle from the usually somber Dorothy, her giggle sounding like silver bells in the wind.

“How,” continued the shocked Wufei, his heart leaping at the pleasant sound of Dorothy’s giggles, his mind taking note to prompt the sound more often.

“Never mind how, we have important things to discuss with you two,” came the exasperated voice of Dorothy’s father, as it bounded off the walls and trees echoing in the distance.

“We do father,” was her even reply, as mischief and curiosity danced hand in hand with in the depths of her eyes.

“Yes we do, my dear.”

"Will you two get it through your thick skulls that you were meant for each other," echoed Meiran’s ghostly voice as it traveled like the wind through the house and the trees, making the leaves of the trees rustle quietly.  Wufei and Dorothy began to look like fish out of water at the latest development, meant for each other, how could that be.

"Be happy together," pleaded Edward's voice as it rumbled once more through the house and surrounding forest.

Then without warning the two ghostly figures evaporated as a streak of lightning illuminated the sky, and thunder resounded through the hills.

“Be happy together,” continued to echo, the voices of Meiran and Edward melding together to make the last statement sound more like a request than a statement of truth and pleading.

"Wufei I have a confession to make," Dorothy whispered her head turned to the ground; for once she was being slightly subservient.

"I have one as well."

"Since the war ended you have haunted my dreams, though I had never met you until today, your image has haunted me, as has your soul, I’ve been searching for you," she confessed as she struggled to keep the mask in place and her emotions hidden.

"As have I," he uttered barely above a whisper as the gravity of their admissions hit him full force, the apparitions had been speaking the truth, but how could that be. 

"Do you think it’s true then," she whispered, her heart jumping through hoops at the thought of finally finding happiness in the recovering world.

"Maybe," he replied deep in thought, could he be happy, was he allowed to be happy, the appearance of Meiran contested that it was his right to finally find happiness, it battled with the thought he had always harbored that he was meant to be alone to forever fend for himself, to forever be unhappy and in discontent. 

"Do you think we should try for it?"

"I think so, I think it’s the only way they will leave us in peace," he said acknowledging the two ghostly figures, which were gazing down from above under the watchful eye of their superiors. 

"I agree," she said her face acknowledging the emotion which her heart harbored as a smile spread from ear to ear, earning a chuckle from the usually ranting man.  Then with a move, which surprised them both he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold of his home, as laughter rang through his home, and the area surrounding it.

 

-The End

 

AN: it was a fic challenge, interesting pairing if I say so myself, I’ve actually revised it now, I hope this is more to your liking Guardian Angel One please read and review