Author's note: When you read this now, that means you enjoyed the first part or just found it interesting or have nothing else to do or like to correct fanfictions of other people (Hey, I know there are a lot of weird guys out there. I am one of them ^o^). Whatever your reason is to read on...THANK YOU!!!!

No, don't worry. I won't kiss your feet. My gratitude isn't that great. Do I have to tell you that this here *...* means emphasis? And do I also have to tell you that I am not working with the correct time or storyline of GW? No, why shall I. You all are very smart ^_~ .

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It was quiet.
So peacefully quiet when she woke up.
And it was dark.
Nobody had not open the curtains yet. They all knew she hated to be waked up by sunlight.
With a little sigh she turned on her back.
What a dream....

It was really crazy. She dreamed that she was on her way to pick up her little sisters Mei and Ling from school. The day was sunny but too hot, too muggy.

She still had the close air on the market in mind she had to cross. You couldn't breath in there. So much trash and fish and meat and so many people shouting and talking, so many animals. Too much on a too small place. Like everywhere in Hong Kong. Her beloved hometown...

She wished she had time to change her clothes. But her last job couldn't be finished till noon. She even hadn't time to rest. Then...it became colder and the wind began harder to breeze. And Mei still wore this thin school uniform. Ling was smarter and had taken a cardigan with her. Only ten years old but she thought of everything. Suddenly the sky darkened and thunders growled loud and threatening.

Lightnings seemed to be everywhere. She began to run. Mei and Ling might be scared to death. She only could hope that Ling was smart enough to run back in the school building with her eight year old sister. She remembered that she was puzzled why it didn't rain. Only a hard, sharp and very cold wind that wanted to blow her from the street. She closed her eyes to avoid getting dust or dirt in them.

And now started the strangest part of her dream: someone wrapped an arm around her waist and carried her away. When she opened her eyes again she only could scream. She found herself high above the earth. She almost went crazy when she noticed that nobody was holding her. But she felt the arm around her. And again she screamed. And even louder and full of panic when the invisible arm disappeared and she started to fall. She never ever had prayed before. But during her fall she only did this. She mentally prepared herself for death while she crashed through the crowns of trees. She felt her bones breaking. Even heard them breaking. Her heart stopped to beat as if it knew that she would die. As if it had no sense to work on.

But she didn't die. She woke up among five boys. Then the memories were covered under a fog. Did she fight against them? There was a boy with a braid. Did she really take him hostage? She snorted about herself. That was not her style. And...there was a Chinese boy. He was very fast and strong. He played with her, didn't take her for serious...

"Ah, what a shit", she mumbled with a dry smile and rolled over on her belly, wrapping her arms around the pillow. She took a deep breath and shot up from the bed.

That pillow smelled like dust and gunpowder. She looked around, not able to breath. That tiny plank bed wasn't her bed! That wasn't her bedroom! Her bedroom was small but not *that* small. It also had a window with thick red curtains but here...there was no window! That was impossible! Where was that shit window!

She felt cold sweat on her skin. She tried to calm down and looked around. She was so sure her room had four walls, this one had only three because the forth was barred. A cell!

No, that couldn't be...

She breathed hard in and out and pinched herself. It wasn't a dream! She was in a cell! How did *that* happen?

She came to the bars and looked in a lighted, but empty anteroom. It was a little bigger than her cell. Also without windows but the walls, the ceiling and the floor seemed to be made of massive rock. There was a door of metal in the wall in front of her. She frowned. Why was there no handle or even a lock? Maybe it only could be open from outside. She stepped back and looked at the barred wall of her cell. No door. The whole wall was a lattice. She didn't find a hint how this lattice could be moved.

She didn't see a switch or anything similar. Somehow this calmed her down. She was definitely not in a state prison. This place looked too modern, too high tech, too safe.

The Triads? Yakuza?

No, they wouldn't throw her into a cell. Those guys preferred a more comfortable place. She would be tied up and sit on a chair in a very tasteful designed office and behind a expensive wooden desk would be one of these business men, dressed in Armani or Boss. With cheerful charm he would make her an offer.

Her death or her loyalty to his "family". What about Interpol? Or an intelligence agency? No, she wasn't that famous. But you never know... And there was this strange storm. Was it reality or only a dream?

"She's awake", someone said in English and she whirled around. The metal door had opened and a tall boy with brown hair and dark green eyes entered the anteroom. His hair was styled a little weird. He wore a dark turtleneck and blue jeans. He calmly reply her glance.

She was right. That wasn't a state prison. This boy was too young to be an officer or an agent of intelligence agency. Only the Triads and the Yakuza were left. But they wouldn't send such a young boy to watch over her. And he wasn't an Asian. The Triads and Yakuza didn't trust foreigners.

"Oh really", another boy said. He was the youngest priest with the longest braid she ever saw. He was followed by three other boys. One was blond and looked so young and innocent. The other had short brown hair and cold deep blue eyes. And a Chinese boy! Who were those boys?!? 'Okay, girl', she told herself. 'Don't panic.'

"Guys, I hope for your bloody sake that is only a weird zoo and not a fucking brothel for young rich perverse arseholes", she said aloud in English and very, very bored. "I don't strip."

Their reactions to this were quiet different. The boy with the turtleneck and the one with those deep blue eyes didn't show any emotion, while the Chinese frowned very annoyed and the blonde blushed very hard. The braided priest even grinned startled.

"So you speak English as well?" Heero asked monotone.

"Yes, sir. Even bloody well", she answered with a perfect accent. "But I need time to be used to it again."

"Good." Heero came closer. "Now tell us something about you..."

"I'm not in the fucking mood for small talk", she replied cool. "And besides I asked first."

"Man, I never heard a girl cursing so much", Duo whispered stunned. He hid a grin behind his palm.

"Me either", Quartre said uncomfortable. His ears became red, when this strange girl had begun to speak.

"You better should start", Heero suggested. "Otherwise we have to kill you. It isn't personal but we're in war, you know?"

She frowned. This time it was confusion and not anger in her face. She grasped the bars of her cell and asked: "War? What war?"

"That one between the colonies and Earth, remember?" Duo asked sarcastic.

"What the fuck you're talking about, drag?" she asked back.

"You-" Duo stretched out his hands to strangle her. Trowa kept him back.

"Tell us your name", Heero demanded, cutting the fight between Duo and that girl.

She hesitated. Nobody knows her real name. But she felt she had to give them her real name. This blue eyed boy in front of her wasn't one of those idiots she always had to deal with. His eyes told her to be true or otherwise... "Chang Yulong", she answered monotone.

"Really not a relative?" Duo whispered to Wufei.

The other boy didn't hear him. He frowned menacing and stepped forward. This girl dared to used the name of his ancestor!

"How dare you, woman?" he snarled at her.

The boys looked at each other. Puzzled what could it had been that angered him so much.

"What, *man* ?" Her voice got louder and more provoking than last time.

"Yulong is not your name!"

"But it *is* my name!"

"The hell is it! It's the name of a legendary warrior."

"Fuck your legendary warrior! It's my name."

Wufei -never had been insult that deep in his dignity- just wanted to kill this girl. Duo and Quartre grasped his arms and pulled him back. "Hey Wu-man!" Duo tried to hold his friend back. He and the others never saw the Chinese pilot being in such a rage. "It's possible that two people have the same name."

"Yes, Wufei", Quartre said urgently. "One of my sisters even has got the same name like her friend."

"Yulong is a male name!" Wufei exclaimed angrily.

"I know", the girl said pissed. "But my mother thought it would mean 'the dragon's tear' and not 'dragon of rain'."

"That would explain a lot." Wufei stood still and his two friends exchanged a look before they slowly loosened their grip. "Only a stupid woman can give her daughter a male name."

"Uhm, Wufei....", Quartre whispered with concern. "That wasn't very nice."

And indeed it wasn't because Yulong raised her brows so hard that they almost touched her hairline and she growled like an animal. "How dare you, man?" she suddenly yelled at him.

"What, woman?" he replied calmly.

Duo and Quartre sighed. Trowa still leaned against the wall and shook his head. Heero rolled his eyes. He better had killed her.

"Nobody insults my mother!" she exclaimed loud. "Especially not a motherfucking brat like you!"

"What am I?"

"A motherfucking brat I said! Are you deaf? You son of a-" !!BANG!!

A pistol shot cut of the fight between the two Chinese. Heero stood with a raised gun in the middle of the room while Duo, Quartre, Yulong and Wufei jerked back. Only Trowa wasn't shocked because he saw Heero raising the gun.

"Duo, please accompany Wufei out of here", he said monotone. It was definitely an order although it sounded like a plea.

"Okay, Heero!" Duo pushed Wufei out of the anteroom. He asked the Chinese cheerfully: "And you're sure she isn't a relative?"

"Maxwell!" Wufei screamed annoyed before the door closed behind them.

"Okay, let's start again", Heero said calmly and gazed at her. "Tell us everything. Your name, grade, mission and who has sent you to us."

"If I don't...?"

"Then you will die and nobody except we five will know that."

Her gaze followed the movements of his hand that was holding the gun. He didn't put it away. He just stood in front of her and waited. She returned his glance but only saw the faces of her ten siblings. She couldn't die now. She was not allowed to die. "Okay." She nodded resigned. "My name is Chang Yulong. I haven't any grade or mission. And nobody has sent me to you. But if you want to know my personal data: I was born June 24th, AD 1990..."

"I'm sorry for interrupting you", Quartre suddenly said and stepped towards her.

"But what did you say? AD 1990?"

She raised a brow. "Yes, I did."

"AD 1990?" Heero repeated sceptically. Then he smiled in a very cold. "Don't fool us."

"Hey, I know I look younger", she exclaimed annoyed. "But I am really 19!"

"754 you mean", he corrected cold. "1990 AD was exactly 754 years ago."

"What?" She looked at him as if he lost his mind. Then she shook her head and smiled. "Okay, good joke, boy. But actually there are only bloody 19 years between 1990 and 2009. I never finished school but this little calculation even I can do."

The three boys exchanged a look. Heero was the first who spoke. "We should eliminate her. It's waste of time."

Quartre shook his head very hard. But finally Trowa turned to Yulong: "What day is today?"

And again she raised a brow. "Wednesday. August 12th 2009 AD. - No calendar?"

Heero, Trowa and Quartre looked at each other. "Could it be...?" Quartre whispered and rubbed his chin and frowned thoughtfully. "I mean she doesn't seem to lie."

Heero shook his head and prepared his gun. "Time travel is an invention of some insane authors."

"Hey guys. Would you do me favour?"

"What?" Heero asked coldly.

"Can you tell me something about the storm from yesterday? Is someone injured or even dead?...Are there children among them?" Her voice trembled at the end and Quartre saw her swallowing very hard. Her eyes seemed to be wet.

"Yesterday?" Trowa turned to her. The storm actually happened this morning. But in this cell you could loose every sense for time or room. "A storm? Where?"

"Here in Hong Kong. Where else?" She replied annoyed. "I was crossing the main market when this shit storm suddenly appeared. - It was a fucking hard wind."

"The strange storm", Quartre repeated thoughtfully. "That might be a clue."

"We have to look for a similar storm in the year AD 2009 over Hong Kong", Trowa whispered to the other two.

"But even then", Heero remarked. "Who can prove her true identity? She maybe is a well prepared actress sent from OZ. And this storm could be also a fake. It started too sudden and stopped even more too sudden. And she's uninjured when she fell several 100 metres from heaven." Quartre nodded understanding. "I know what you mean, but if OZ knows where we are why do the guys send us a single spy and not their whole army? They would waste a good chance to kill us all. And besides it won't cost a lot of time to search for a storm and some personal data. The weather satellites' records are in Internet archives for 750 years."

"Good argument, Quartre." Trowa remarked with a little smile. Heero muttered something and put the gun away.

"Hey!"

The three boys looked at her.

"What about the storm?" She asked again. This time very tensed but friendly.

"We don't know", Trowa replied truly. "If you don't mind to wait, we'll inform you as soon as possible."

She seemed to say something gruff, but she only grasped the bars until her knuckles became white. Her head was lowered, but then she looked directly in Trowa's eyes. "Well, I do mind to wait but I guess I haven't another choice." He nodded friendly. She glanced at him before she moved away from the bars, back in the dark of her tiny cell. Somehow she reminded him of a restless panther.

"I will order a meal for her", Quartre said. Then added with a worried look in the dark cell: "And some blankets and pillows. The nights in desert are very cold."

Trowa just nodded and followed Heero through the door. Before he closed the door behind him, Quartre sighed a little and went back in this little anteroom. He looked in the darkness of that tiny cell and hesitated first before he said:

"I'm sorry that you have to stay here for a while, Miss Chang." He stood there a little while, not sure what to do. He didn't saw any movements or heard the slightest noise. Calling himself stupid and too naive he turned away to leave. Maybe the others were right. She could be an enemy. And he apologised to her!

"Never mind, boy."

He blinked and saw her behind the bars. He smiled friendly and he was surprised that she returned it.

Upstairs Heero still muttered something while he was on his way in his room. He wanted to do some research in old archives of weather satellites while Trowa should try to find a Chang Yulong, born 1990 AD. He didn't understand why he was agree to do this.

There was something in her eyes...a hot burning fire of a unbreakable soul...

Heero grunted. When did he become so emotional? Maybe because he hadn't a mission for a long time. But they reminded him of someone else...

"Yo, Heero!"

Heero had past the salon when he heard this cheerful greet. He went back and saw Duo sitting on a sofa and held a glass with whatever up.

"Just tell me you kill her", he said with a wide grin.

"No, she's still alive", Heero replied.

"Okay", Duo sighed exaggerated and took a sip of his drink. But his gaze was vigilant. "So what do we do with her?"

"First I have to look for a storm in the year 2009 AD", Heero grumbled.

"Why?"

"Long story", Heero answered. Then he took a look around.

"Where's Wufei?"

"Oh, he has a call from his grandma."

End of part 2

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