Author's note: Yes, part three!!! And this insanity will go on!! And I am not sorry to bother you with it!! No, I'm not drunk nor totally stoned or something. But you know, real Ethiopian coffee is great! I had three cups already.

Okay, enjoy this here now. I'll get myself my next cup of coffee. See ya! Disclaimer: Okay, listen! I spend a lot of money for GW but I don't own GW and never will...T.T...So please don't sue me. But don't you dare to touch Chang Yulong or that nice Grandma! (I think, in the real storyline Wufei hadn't any relatives. But I gave him some...I should stop drinking coffee. Ethiopian or not)

"Duo, please accompany Wufei out of here." That was easier to say than to do! Duo sighed and rolled his eyes when he tried to pull and to push a very angry Wufei on the first floor.

"Maxwell, let me go!" He demanded. "This woman needs a lesson!"

"No way, Wu-man", Duo answered and was relieved when they arrived the floor. "I don't understand why you're in such a rage! Yeah, this girl's a pain in the ass. But she isn't worthy that you go completely mad about her."

"SHE DISHONOURS MY FAMILY!"

"Wu-man, isn't that a little too dramatic?"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT!" Wufei yelled almost hysterical.

"HOW CAN I? YOU DON'T EXPLAIN!" Duo shouted back.

Wufei starred at him and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, my friend. You see, Chang Yulong isn't only a name for me. He is a legend."

"Ah, I see", Duo said. "Your childhood's hero."

Wufei sighed. "No, he's not only a hero. He's more."

"A legend, I know."

"Do not interrupt me." Wufei glared at him. "Chang Yulong is the very first leader of my clan. Every child in the clan grows up with his ideals. Honour, Truth and Justice. And we learned his style to fight."

"Ah, I see", Duo repeated after a pause when he was sure Wufei had finished his little lecture. "And this girl has the same name and she's definitely not comparable to your legend. - I still think your reaction is too dramatic."

Wufei growled and turned away from him. Duo would never understand this. He didn't grow up in old traditions and was never be taught to be like Chang Yulong. He would never feel like the greatest looser in the whole universe because he didn't know how to be like Chang Yulong after he almost lost his whole clan!

"You know what?" Duo suddenly said and put an arm around Wufei's shoulders. "You need a drink. Me, too."

Wufei didn't say anything and let Duo leaded him to one of those beautiful salons that had a view of this amazing garden. They had just past Quartre's office when the telephone in there ringed up. Both boys looked up. Duo turned around and ran in the room to pick up the phone.

Over his shoulder he shouted: "Fix the drinks. I'll come later." "Winner residence."

On the screen an old Chinese woman appeared. She smiled friendly and sized him up with some curiosity. She spoke English with a melodic accent: "Hello. My name is Lee Anmei. I am the grandmother of Chang Wufei. Would you mind to tell him I like to talk to him, Father?"

This lady was used to give orders, was Duo's first impression. Her words were friendly and very politely but he knew this tone from Quartre when he talked to his staff. "It would be a honour, madam", he answered with a mischievous smile. "I hope, you don't mind to wait for a second."

Wufei's grandmother raised her brows and smiled. As reply she just nodded and her stunned gaze followed that long braid when Duo turned around to fetch Wufei.

"Hey, Wu-man!"

First Wufei didn't believe what Duo said. His grandmother? That was impossible! But on the other hand, she could manage to send him that locket. Maybe the woman was a fraud. In this case Wufei wouldn't have any mercy for her. A girl who said her name was Chang Yulong and a old woman who posed as his beloved grandmother. Even Chang Wufei couldn't stand that. But when he arrived he only could starred at that person on the screen. It was his grandmother. He would recognised her everywhere at every time. Lee Anmei - his grandfather's second wife and the only grandmother he knew - was a true Chinese lady from her traditional done white hair to her black velvet shoes. Always cheerful, smiling, warm-hearted, understanding and so patient. Every time he saw her face he felt great relief and gratitude that she against advice of the clan had been on Earth to visit some clan members, who had settled down in Hong Kong, when the colony cluster L5 exploded. He would have missed that warm and lovely smile - that she gave him right now - to death.

She could see that her grandson didn't expect her call. For a moment he just starred in her face and blinked several times.

"Grandmother?" Wufei burst out. "How did you..."

"Find you?" She finished his question for him. She smiled a little when she added: "I know everything, grandson."

He still starred at her. When his grandmother could find him...what about the enemies? "Don't worry I use a secret line", she remarked friendly, reading his fear in his dark eyes.

"But how did you..."

"Wufei, I haven't enough time to tell you about that secret line", she cut him off. "Nobody except me knows where you are. Just relax, my son. I never would let someone or something harm you."

Wufei blushed. "I didn't mean....

"I know," she only answered and smirked. "Tell me Wufei, how are you?"

"I'm very fine, grandmother", he replied with a warm smile. "I'm sorry for being rude." Then added with a regretful frown: "And also for everything what braided idiot had said to you."

"Why? - I'm so glad to know one of your friends, grandson", she said smiling. "Now I haven't to pray for your soul so much. Your friend is a priest. Very practical."

"Uhm... I'm sorry, grandmother", Wufei cleared his throat, "he isn't a priest."

"No?" The old lady blinked. "Oh, what a pity. But on the other hand he's too handsome to be a priest."

"THANKS, MA'AM!" Duo shouted in the background.

"Maxwell! Wufei turned his head when he shouted annoyed. But Duo already had left the room. His grandmother snickered.

"Wufei."

"Yes, grandmother?"

"Did you get the locket?"

"Yes", he replied and showed it her. "Thank you, grandmother."

She nodded content. "Although I know you never will wear it." He blushed and cleared his throat. She really knew everything. "But...uhm...why did you send it to me?"

"It's yours", she replied softly. "It only waited for you."

He gave her a very puzzled look and hesitated to go on. "Grandmother, but this is the one for the fifth son."

She sighed with a smile. "Wufei, you are her true fifth son."

"Her?" He repeated confused. "Who do you mean?"

She returned his look. "Aren't we talking about Chang Yulong?"

"But...her? Didn't you mean *his* true fifth son?"

The old woman looked even more confused. "His? Wufei, did you ever listen to me? Chang Yulong was a woman."

"YULONG WAS A WOMAN?" Wufei burst out in shock. "But...but...but..." His grandmother giggled about his astonishment. But he fast got back his control. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to be loud, grandmother."

But the old woman only shook her head and smiled. "You didn't know our first leader was a woman? Wufei, I am disappointed. You as the next heir...Didn't you study the history of our clan?"

"Yes, I did, grandmother", he answered and swallowed hard. "But I never have been interested in the beginning of the history. Please forgive me. "But Yulong is a male name. Nobody calls his daughter Long (=dragon)."

"That's right, Wufei", his grandmother nodded and smirked. "But Yulong's mother was only a farmer's daughter. Not well educated. She thought Yulong would mean 'the dragon's tear' and not 'dragon of rain' what is the real meaning."

"Oh." That was everything Wufei could manage to answer. Wasn't it just few minutes ago when he heard the same words for the first time? "I see."

She smirked again. "I know your teachers told you that Yulong was a warrior for honour and justice. They didn't lie to you, grandson. Even they believed the old stories about Yulong. And it was easy to believe. Chang Yulong the wise and strong leader had to be a man and never could be a weak woman. Her name supported this image."

"But grandmother." Wufei had to concentrate very strong to form his thoughts in words. That was hard because his thoughts were whirling around and a deep shock still paralysed his mind. "Why do you think that Yulong was a woman? All the stories were oral traditions. Nothing is recorded in written form."

"Yes, you're right", she admitted calmly and gave him a very secret smile. "All the stories and legends about her life were oral traditions. But her personal data still are in the genealogy archives. There are also photographs of her in these archives if you're interested in what she had looked like. You have her chin, dear! - I still wonder why nobody of the clan had made this research before me."

"Aha", Wufei wasn't sure if he was still able to stand upright.

"And you're sure?"

"Oh yes!" She nodded very convinced. "There is no other Chang Yulong in her time."

He felt a little dizzy. A little very dizzy.

"Do you want to know some details?" His grandmother asked with a mischievous smile. She sounded as if she would tell him some gossip. No, he didn't want to know anything more. But his grandmother cheerfully continued. "Our coat of arms the black dragon originally was a tattoo she had on her left shoulder blade. Her trademark in her time as an assassin."

"ASSASSIN?!?"

"Of course!" She nodded again. "She was a very skilled fighter. You learned her style and you should know that her style isn't to teach how to keep balance between body and soul. It's the most efficient way to kill quick and gracious. What else could she had been than an assassin? There was not one war in her entire life."

Wufei suddenly saw that girl again when she had had Duo in that deadly grip. He knew this grip very well. He used it a lot of times before. But why did he think of her now?

"...and you can find a lot of hints at a female assassin called the black dragon in some memoirs of gangsters of that time. And not to forget those old records of that organisation that was called Interpol. And in every text that woman was described as the best female and most efficient assassin in Hong Kong. Oddly enough her true name never was mentioned. But I think it was Yulong."

He starred at her but didn't to see her face. He saw those dark eyes instead. Full of anger and provocation. But why? The true Chang Yulong had nothing to do with her.

"Wufei, are you okay?" she asked worried. "You seem to be so confused. Don't tell me that Yulong actually was a woman shocks you."

"No, not really", he stuttered. His grandmother sniggered delighted. He blushed and cleared his throat. "Believe me, grandmother. I am not."

She gave him a wise smile. "Woman or man. Chang Yulong was a very astonishing person. Without her the clan never would exist. What does sex matter then? - And the locket..."

He looked up. His heart stopped beating. He suddenly knew there would be another surprise, even a worse one. "Yes, grandmother. The locket", he said very tensed. "Why did you send me the one of the fifth son?"

"Well", she started and looked at him as if she had pity for him. "In the box that locket was originally in was a hand written note from Chang Yulong. She said, this locket would be for that son she had met in a desert beyond her time."

"I know", Wufei replied very slowly. Man, he felt so dizzy.

"So I thought it would fit you much better than that of the first son", she added delightful. "You're in a desert now and surely you live beyond her time."

"Aha, I see." His smile was very forced. "You're right. It fits me really good."

"I hope you also would think so", she said relieved. "So, you're not annoyed, you?"

Wufei's warm smile returned on his face - but still a little forced - when he shook his head. No, he wasn't annoyed. Only incredible furious! "Lady Chang", someone said in her background. His grandmother frowned while she listened to a quiet voice. She nodded and shook disgusted her head.

"Dear, someone just told me to end this call", she suddenly said and sighed regretful. "Our first call since a long time and we just talked about History and a locket. OZ is really disgusting! I hope you'll shoot them all down. Goodbye, grandson."

Wufei bowed a little. "Grandmother." Then the screen turned black. Wufei rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. The little locket cut in the flesh of his tight fist. He would never admit it but before he woke up this morning he knew this day would be the worst he had to go through. And it was painful that he was right.

Okay, Chang Yulong had been a woman. Perhaps she also had been an assassin, had killed for money. But she was the first leader of the clan, she had been the one who held her family together, the one who had taught her children and her children's children to protect the weaker and to respect and to cherish truth and justice...And now she was here in Winner's basement...No, Chang! There was only an incredible annoying girl in the basement! Oh why did she always disturb his thoughts since he knew her...

"I heard you got a call?" Heero's deep and calm voice pierced through the silence into Wufei's chaotic thoughts.

The Chinese only nodded. "Don't worry, she used a secret line. We're still safe."

Heero and Wufei starred at each other. Duo appeared in the doorframe and looked questioning between the two boys. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing", Heero finally said.

"Nothing", Wufei repeated.

"That's great!" Duo didn't sound very convinced. Again he vigilant looked between the two friends and decided to change the topic whatever their last topic was. "Hey, Heero. Trowa said that girl insists on being born AD 1990."

"What?!" Wufei yelled. "AD 1990?"

"AD 1990", Heero repeated and watched Wufei. Although he showed no emotion he was startled why the Chinese was so shocked. Not surprised. Deeply shocked.

"Yeah, we should hand her over to an mental home", Duo suggested dryly.

"Did she said 24th June, AD 1990?" Wufei asked urgently. His voice was tensed and his body began to tremble. He felt his heart aching and he couldn't breath when Heero nodded.

"Hey, how do you know that?" Duo asked Wufei stunned. "Heero, please lend me your gun", he hissed, ignoring Duo's question. Heero starred at him but gave him the gun. He looked after him when he left the room.

"Uhm, Heero. The gun isn't loaded, is it?" Duo asked hopefully. Heero didn't answer, just showed him depot in his other hand. Duo whistled in relief.

"He knows it, too. But he had no intentions to hurt that girl", Heero remarked calm when he also left Quartre's office. Duo wasn't that sure and hurried after Wufei. With a frown and in large steps Wufei went back to that tiny prison in the basement. He knew the gun wasn't loaded. He could feel it because of the weight. He didn't blame Heero for that, he even thanked him for preventing him doing something stupid because now he really couldn't guarantee for anything.

"Wufei?"

He almost crashed into Quartre who just had left Yulong. He shoved the blond roughly aside, ran down the steps and entered the anteroom. Quartre's face was a question mark and he just opened his mouth to ask Duo what happened but Duo just turned him around and pushed him back to the basement.

"Duo?" Quartre startled asked. "Mind to tell me what happened?"

"I don't know either", was the cheerful answer. "But we'll see." Before they entered the anteroom they heard Wufei's loud demanding voice. "Woman!"

Quartre hurried up and stepped next to Wufei's side. "Wufei!" Duo touched the shoulder of the blond and gave him a sign to wait.

From the darkness of the cell a very deep sigh came to them. "Not you again."

"Show me your back!"

"The fuck I do."

"Wufei? What's the matter?" Quartre asked puzzled. Duo shook his head, only folded his arms in front of his chest and waited.

The Chinese ignored them. Still glaring in the dark cell. "I won't repeat it again, Woman. Step into the light and show me your back!"

She sighed and did what he wanted...after she glared at him with pure contempt.

"Take off your shirt!"

"I already said I don't strip."

"Woman, don't joke around. Do it..."

"Otherwise you'll start to cry? That doesn't effect me." She mocked at him over her shoulder.

No answer, only...!!CLICK!!

This noise she knew too well. You heard it when you released the safety catch of a gun. She swallowed dry. Those so called strict weapon laws didn't seem to work. It'd be miracle if they would. "Okay, okay." She took off her black leather top.

"Hold your hair up."

She growled and cursed quietly when she obeyed. This was definitely a brothel for rich young bored boys with strange wishes. There were a lot of them in Hong Kong. And this guy here...Wufei, had really strange desires. Wanted to see her naked back! Every other guy would start with her front side. But no! He wanted to see her back! Perverse brat!

Wufei didn't answer. He just starred on her slender back. His whole body trembled and again he felt very cold and dizzy and...so betrayed. On her left shoulder blade was an image of a black dragon. He knew it from banners and flags and he remembered the day his father had told him that this dragon had protected Chang Yulong a lifetime. Now he wished he had never seen this dragon before, wished he had never heard Chang Yulong that name before. He put the gun down and hardened the grip. He needed something he could hold to.

He pressed thumb and forefinger of the free hand against his closed eyes. That wasn't happening. That wasn't true. Time travel is an invention. A ridiculous and insane invention in the literature. That was impossible! But she was here. She was real. She even could speak Cantonese. An old Chinese dialect. And if she died the whole clan never would exist. He would never be born. Maybe or maybe not. He couldn't risk it. He wished he'd die right now.

"Wufei?" Quartre whispered with concern and touched his arm. "Everything's alright?"

"NOTHING WAS ALRIGHT!!" Wufei wanted to shout, but his voice was emotionless and very quiet, when he declared: "As the next leader of the dragon clan Chang it's my duty to protect this girl. From now on I'm responsible for everything she does and will do."

Quartre and Duo looked startled. "What..."

"Yeah, what for a shit are you talking about?" Yulong asked very pissed over her shoulder. "Besides it's bloody cold here. Am I allowed to put my clothes on again?"

"Wu-man, the last thing that girl needs is your protection!" Duo exclaimed. "She needs a sound trashing!"

"Then come and try it", Yulong snarled at him and wiggled provoking a brow.

Duo's evil grin told her that he only waited for the right moment. Wufei didn't answer. He just sent a disgusted look to her and turned around to leave.

"Wufei!" Quartre screamed and ran after him. Duo hesitated to follow the two because she had turned around and covered her bare breasts only with her hands.

She looked so annoyed at him that he blushed and quickly left the basement. Yulong rolled her eyes and put her top on. "Man, those guys suck!" She moaned nerved. That Wufei was really disgusting and the weirdest guy she ever met. Entered the room like a fire spewing dragon and demanded to see her naked back. Lecher! She frowned and bit her lower lip. But why only her back? He had a gun. He could force her to take off everything. But he just wanted to see her back. As if he was looking for something. Her dragon tattoo? How should he know about it? And why did he say that she was under his protection after he saw it? With her right hand she massaged her left shoulder. Her motions got more slowly when a very disturbing question entered her mind. Did he know who she really was?

End of part three

Part three is finally done. Phew!
Now I'll have a break with a cup of hot chocolate (no, not coffee) and a big piece of apple pie. And blast the calories!!! C&C please to lapoetica@hotmail.com