AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't believe it, but I really did it!! I really start to write fanfictions in English!!! This is the first. And what's the consequences? I need a new dictionary, my old one is falling apart. No, I'm not kidding. And yes, I know my English should be better and I promise to work on it. Honestly! So I hope (really, really do) you haven't to struggle too hard through this story... Critics and comments are welcome! And...uhm...well, just enjoy the story! Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of Gundam Wing except Chang Yulong. So please don't sue me. I'm a very poor student

For my fifth son who rides the holy dragon

Wufei frowned when he looked at the small locket at the end of the thin golden necklace that he wrapped around his hand. The locket looked like an ordinary gold coin. Maybe 1 to 1,5 inches in diameter. Very decent, very simple.

The words were written in Chinese and had been engraved on the back site. On the front there was a very delicate engraving of a dragon. He knew there are five of these lockets. Every of them had a dragon on the front side and a personal dedication on the back. And the dedication always started with

"For my xx son who..." They were very old and in his clan they were treated like crown jewels. The legends said that they belonged to Chang Yulong - the first leader of the Chang clan, the legendary warrior who lived 700 years ago.

Now - suddenly, without any reasons - it was sent to Wufei with the note, that this locket had wait a long time to get to his true owner. What did that mean?

He sighed and leaned with closed eyes against the wall. The necklace was still wrapped around his hand. The dry and hot desert wind played softly with the plants in the gorgeous garden of Winner's mansion - a great imitation of a oasis with the seize of a park. Now the wind discovered Wufei outside and came to caress his face, to tell him not to frown anymore. It was a nice and peaceful day. He promises him peace would last this time.

The boy should be happier and join him for a little walk through this oasis. Wufei decided to listen to the wind and pushed himself from the wall. For a moment he forgot the locket and folded his arms in his back while walking slowly over a gravel path.

His first step ever in this garden made him fallen in love with this place. It was paradise or nirvana or only a place to be. Everything here seemed to live in harmony and especially the wind was soft and loving here. One time he asked Quartre how his family could maintain this park in a desert. But the Arab just had shrugged and answered with a smile: "Don't think about it, my friend. Just enjoy."

The wind didn't keep his promise. Wufei's thoughts went back to the locket and his frown returned. The wind seemed to sigh when he continued his fly through the leafs and flowers...alone. The Chinese stood still and looked at the locket once again.

"For my fifth son..."

Wufei was called a son of Chang Yulong like every boy and man in clan, but he wasn't a fifth son. He even hadn't any siblings. And he also wasn't the fifth in the heir order - what it could also mean - he *was* the next leader of the clan a so called "first son". Although he rode a holy dragon: Shenlong. But he didn't think, that Chang Yulong meant a mobile suit with "holy dragon", what Shenlong actually was. Wufei sighed and frowned even a little more. Why did his grandmother sent this to him? Why didn't she gave him the locket of the first son? And besides he was a warrior not a gent. This thing could be dangerous for him during a battle. An enemy could grasp that necklace and strangled him with it. Better put this elsewhere in a box or so...

"Hey, Wu-man, what d'ya have there?" Duo suddenly appeared behind him and looked curiously over his shoulder. "A nice present from a nice girl? Or boy?"

"Don't call me that", was the automatically answer. "And my grandmother sent that to me, Maxwell."

"How did she know, you're here?"

Wufei grunted and dryly replied: "She knew everything about every clan member. You needn't to tell her anything."

"Aha. Seems to be a nice grandma", Duo grinned. He narrowed his eyes while he took a closer look.

"She sent you a coin?"

"It's a locket and it belonged to a very honourable legendary warrior of my clan."

"Why is it in your possession now?" Duo looked confused.

Wufei raised his brow in a very arrogant manner and dryly answered: "Because I am a honourable warrior who's on the best way to become a legend." Duo imitated Wufei's arrogant mimic and asked in the same tone: "Are you sure?"

Wufei growled and his eyes narrowed. He just opened his mouth to answer, when the sky became very dark. Thunders growled and lightnings were everywhere in the sky.

"What the heck...." Duo looked up and covered his eyes with his arm because the wind began to go crazy.

Wufei also covered his face. The soft whispering wind grew to a little tornado and blew desert sand in the garden. But how could this be? A storm in the desert? That was impossible. It didn't suppose to rain for the next ten years in this region.

But actually it didn't rain. It was strange and maybe very dangerous. All those lightnings and thunders. Duo touched Wufei's arm and gave him a sign to go back in house. His friend nodded and the two began to run. Then suddenly a loud shrill scream filled the air. The young soldiers immediately stopped and looked in every direction where the scream could came from.

"Wu!" Duo shouted and pointed up the sky. "Look!"

The Chinese pilot looked up and involuntarily step back. Clouds whirled in the dark sky and formed a circle. In the middle it was bright and shiny. And just from there something was falling down to earth...It had arms and legs...

"Damn it!" Duo shouted and began ran. "It's a human being!"

"God!" Wufei whispered and started to run.

The two boys didn't noticed Heero, Trowa or Quartre who also saw this spectacle up in the sky and heard the scream. They joined them to the place where this human being would crushed the earth. With a absent minded look the boys registered that the circle of clouds had broke and sky had cleared. The storm was over. They ran through the big garden of Winner's Mansion and found the person lying on his belly. Long black hair was everywhere and covered the face and the back.

"It's a girl!" Quartre shouted in surprise, gasping for air he made a mental note to jog more.

"Doesn't look very crushed", was Trowa's dry comment.

"The trees might throttled her speed", Heero said thoughtfully and looked up to the trees above him. The sun shined through a new hole in the crowns down on them. He frowned. "A very quick storm I have to say."

"Is she alive?" Quartre asked worried. He wanted kneel next to the girl, but Trowa held him back. As if she wanted to answer Quartre's question, the girl's body convulsed a little. But she stayed unconscious.

"It'll be a miracle, if she does", Heero murmured and frowned.

"But she's breathing", Duo noticed the low rising and falling of her chest.

Just three steps and he crouched next to her.

"Duo, stay back", Heero quietly ordered. "She could be an enemy."

"Don't be kidding, Heero", Duo answer laughing and quickly looked for weapons. "It's just a girl and she isn't armed. And she's just falling from heaven, remember? Maybe she has got serious injuries. We cannot surround her and wait until she tells us when she would like to die, man."

"And she is unconscious", Quartre added helpfully.

"But be careful, Duo", Trowa warned.

Duo carefully turned the unconscious girl around and grinned, while he checked the pulse and her body for broken bones. "Looks nice." Then he frowns a little. "That's stunning, guys. There's no bleeding or any wounds. There's also nothing broken, I think. - Man, not even one scratch!" The girl was an Asian one. She had a very innocent and angelic face, but she was dressed in very tight black leather clothes that made her looked more like a rocker's girlfriend.

"Your cousin?" Duo asked the Chinese over his shoulder.

"Not every Asian who suddenly appears is a relative of mine", was the gruff answer.

"But she does a little look like you", Quartre cheerfully said.

"Yeah, the same stubborn chin." Duo giggled a little.

Suddenly the girl sucked a breathe and her eyes got open.

"Hi -", Duo cut himself with a shriek of surprise, because she moved so fast that he - anyone! - couldn't react. She got up like a lightning, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him hard to her. He gasped out, as he felt a sharp pain along his back. This girl wanted to break his neck!

"Calm down, woman", Wufei said quietly. "Let him go." She starred distrustfully at him and hardened her grip. Duo grimaced of the new pain. Somehow she had taken every strength of his body. He even couldn't breathe. He felt three fingers deep in the flesh of his neck along his pulse. This girl definitely knew what she was doing. Duo closed his eyes and called himself stupid. She was a damn killer!

"Maybe she doesn't understand English", Quartre whispered.

"I don't care", Heero said and raised his gun, pointing it at the girl's forehead. "Everybody understands this gesture very well, I think."

"Heero!"

The girl growled and her eyes narrowed. Duo's face became very pale. "Try it in Chinese, Wufei", Trowa quickly suggested.

"We won't hurt you ", Wufei said in Mandarin. "Let him go, woman."

The girl looked at him. Wufei saw fire burning in her dark eyes as she replied something in a very angry tone. Wufei almost stepped back. His friends looked at him.

"What does she said?" Quartre asked puzzled.

"I don't know", Wufei whispered even more confused than the others.

"She speaks an old dialect. It's Cantonese I think. It sounded like a threat." Now it was Heero who growled. "As I said, I don't care."

Duo wasn't able to speak, but his eyes widened in shock as he would like to say: "Heero, don't do that. She's about to break my neck! And she is very serious."

Suddenly the girl fumed with rage and said in Mandarin with the strangest accent Wufei ever heard: "Tell this motherfucker to low his fucking gun."

The Chinese gazed at her with wide eyes, but did what the girl want. Of curse in a more polite way. Heero low the gun very slow, still icily watched that girl.

Then suddenly she gave Duo free, pushed him away and got up very fast to run away. Duo landed right in Heero's arms. Heero who wasn't prepared for that sudden action fell back on the ground. Quartre kneeled down to help Duo who took deep breaths and tried to cough and to gasp for air at the same time.

"Get her!" Heero screamed as Wufei and Trowa were already after that mysterious girl.

"I cut her way", Trowa shouted to Wufei and ran away. The Chinese nodded and went on to chase this girl.

"Very fast", Wufei thought. "But not fast enough."

He reached out and grasped her shoulder. She didn't take time to be surprised and turned around to slam her fist in his face. Wufei ducked and could caught her wrist easily. He pulled her towards him, but she curled herself in his arm. Then she threw him over her shoulder. But he landed on his feet and still had her wrist in a very strong grasp.

With one hand the girl tried to push him away, but he caught her other wrist, too and made her not moveable anymore.

"Give up, woman", he demanded coldly, annoyed that she acted so hysterically. "You're no opponent for me."

"Really?" She dared to laughed in his face and suddenly.... She jumped up very high, placed her feet on his shoulder and kicked him away. He lost her wrists, when he fell back.

Wufei was shocked. Was what this? She fought like a Chang! Who was she? With a backwards somersault she landed on her feet. When she faced him again he instinctively took pose for a material art fight. She did the same.

"Are you from the Chang clan?" he asked in rage. "You fight like a clan member."

"I'm not in any damn clan", she said in the same tone. Strangely this brought him down on earth again. His anger flew away. She was only a girl he reminded himself. Perhaps she reacted very instinctively because she didn't know where she actually was. To fall from heaven really could confuse everyone. It was now his duty to calm her down and not to fight with her.

"My name is Chang Wufei", he friendly introduced himself. "Who are you?"

"None of you fucking business", she answered and attacked him. Wufei went in defence, not willed to reply her attacks. He actually didn't want to harm her. But she was strong and fast. Her hits would left dark marks on his skin. And she seemed not to be tired soon. Her breath still was calm and her movements in a great balance. Suddenly she got his wrists and starred at him. He starred back in pure astonishment. How did she do that? What did he miss? God, she was really good! She was an opponent for him. This fight was going to be very exciting!

"Don't think you can play with me! Nobody plays with Chang Yulong", she whispered with deep growl in her throat. Wufei saw this black fire in her eyes again. But another thing paralysed him. Did she said her name was Chang Yulong? "Now I'll break every damn bone in your-" But she never finished her threat. Her grip became very hard while Wufei could feel her body tensed. She gasped for breath and her eyelids began to flutter.

"What, woman?"

Wufei instinctively grasped her elbows to steady her when she gave him free. Her forehead rested against his chest when she still struggled for air. "You...son...of...a...", she managed to mutter before everything went dark.

Wufei caught her before she fell to earth. "Hey!" He slapped lightly her cheeks, but her eyes stayed closed.

"We're not finished!"

In her shoulder he felt a little projectile. An anaesthetic. Carefully he pulled it out her body and put it in his pocket.

"Wufei!" Trowa, Duo, Heero and Quartre came to him and the girl. "Are you okay?"

The Chinese looked up and nodded.

"What do we do with her?" Quartre asked and checked her pulse. Trowa used the right dose of the anaesthetic. She would sleep for a while.

"Tie her up and throw her in a river", Duo mumbled darkly. Still rubbing his neck that hurt like hell. But nobody listened to him.

"We put her in a cell and wait until she wakes up", Heero suggested monotone. "Then she'll have to answer some questions."

End of part 1

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