Disclaimer: Well, Chang Yulong and Lee Anmei belong to me. !!BUT!! Gundam Wing is still not mine...I say 'still' because I'm working on it. Yes, every day I save two pennies and one day I'll own Gundam Wing. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! (Okay, that was a bad joke. You cannot sue someone because of a bad joke, can you?)

"Once upon a time there was a young warrior. He loved justice and truth. He honoured his ancestors and protected his beloved family. With everything he had and was, he fought for it and his ideals, only accompanied by a little black dragon who -oddly- liked to sit on his left shoulder. With the help of this divine creature this young warrior became a wise strong man, who feared nobody and nothing. You know why? He had a true and kind heart and a strong will. He followed the way of the dragons: Justice, Truth and Honour. The young warrior's name was Chang Yulong: the dragon of rain. The celestial rainmaker. The saviour."

...before sunrise...

Wufei closed his eyes. Not willed to see at the screen or to think of this old fairy tale the elders of his clan had told him when he was younger. He knew this fairy tale should teach him to cherish the virtues and values of his clan.

But a fairy tale always would be a fairy tale. Nothing but the moral was true.

After he had seen the black dragon tattoo on the slender female back he had run in his room, ignoring Quartre and Duo who had followed him. But he didn't want to talk about anything with anybody. He needed to know something first. So he spent the last ten hours with brooding and doing some research. He regretted he did it.

"Comparison done", a voice from his laptop said. He rubbed his eyes and took a look at the results. A bitter smile crossed his face when he read the result: "Relationship to 80% possible." He deeply regretted it.

...same time...

Like every morning several minutes before sunrise Trowa stood in front of the window that led to east. Since he lived in this room he loved to watch the sunrise. It seemed to be more impressive here in the desert than elsewhere.

But this morning he couldn't pay the attention to this beauty out there in the desert. He turned around and walked to his desk with the laptop.

Trowa stared with a frown at the screen and cupped his chin in his hand. It had taken him longer than expected to get in the old citizen archives of Hong Kong. He was lucky the archive started with files in AD 2000.

It was strange to do research with these historical files. Everyone was dead for 700 years or more. But this girl that smiled mocking from the screen at him should be also dead. But she was here. In AC 195...only two floors beneath him. "Chang Yulong, born June 24th AD 1990 in Hong Kong, died April 4th AD 2065 in Hong Kong"

There were also address, telephone number and fingerprints, blood group and even her DNA.

Before going to bed he had begged Quartre to persuade the girl to give them her fingerprints and some drops of her blood. First he wanted to go himself but decided to send Quartre. Someone who grew up with 29 females should handle every sort of woman. But Chang Yulong had seemed to be completely new sort of woman Quartre had met. After 15 minutes Quartre had come back with a little probe of her blood and her fingerprints but also with red ears and a terribly flushed face. Without one word he had handed the things to Trowa and had wanted to leave as fast as possible.

"Problems?" Trowa had asked politely.

Quartre had mumbled something that sounded like: "Some."

Trowa reached out to run the comparison test again. Everything was identical. He had checked the software several times. No faults. It worked perfectly. So this girl in the basement was Chang Yulong, born June 24th AD 1990.

And the next question was: How did she get here?

Trowa glimpsed at the clock on the wall. 6.30 am. Everyone should be awake now. Duo maybe not. But Quartre, Wufei and Heero should be. Trowa downloaded the data on a disk and walked into the diner room.

As he expected Quartre and Heero were already there. Even Duo was - his head on the table, groaning it'd too early. Quartre stood with a cup of tea next to Heero and also looked at the screen of his laptop.

Quartre looked up and smiled a little when Trowa took seat at the table. "Good morning, Trowa." Duo turned his head and gave him a sleepy smile. Heero only offered his characteristic "Hn" as greet while he typed with one hand and held a cup with coffee in the other.

Trowa simple nodded. Pouring himself a cup of tea and reaching out for a bagel he took a curious look around.

"Wu-man is still sleeping", Duo answered his unspoken question. He lifted himself up and leaned back in the chair. He still wore his pyjama. But his hair was already in a neat braid.

Trowa stopped in his action and his visible eye blinked in surprise.

"What do you have?" Heero asked monotone and sipped his coffee.

Trowa gave him the disk. Heero checked the data.

"My god", Quartre whispered and blinking he shook his head. "That's really unbelievable...Allah...the fingerprints...the blood group and DNA...everything is identical."

"Huh?" Duo suddenly seemed be fully awake. He hopped next to Heero and frowned when he read Trowa's research results. "Wow. That's really unbelievable. Wu-man should see that. I'll get him!" With this he whirled around to leave the room. But Heero's hard grip around his braid held him back. He softly pulled the American back. "Argh!! Not the hair! Not the hair!" Duo gasped out and gave him a furious look.

"Let him sleep", Heero only said and let Duo go. "He needs some rest before he face this girl again."

Duo grinned and sat down. "Yeah, you're right." Then he frowned and asked very pissed: "But why did you wake me up?"

Heero didn't answer. He turned his laptop to Trowa. The other quickly read Heero's research results and finished his breakfast. "That's strange", was his comment. "1100 years and nobody could figure out what kind of storm it is?"

Duo looked between the two silent boys. "What are you talking about?"

"That's why I woke you up", Heero answered instead and pushed the laptop to him.

Duo frowned while reading the text on the screen.

"Phenomenon 'Sudden Storm' First registered AD 1677 in Paris, France. Seems not to depend on geographical or seasonal conditions. Appears very suddenly and also disappears very suddenly. Duration: from 1 minute to 5 hours. Before appearance no special climatic changes also not after it. Seen everywhere on earth. Absolutely not predictable, except it appears twice at the same location before changing it, the only regularity.

Duration between this twin appearance: 12 hours to 49 years. The special marks: strong hard wind from every direction, quick darkened sky, sudden thunders and lightnings, never rain. Cloud circle formation with a shining middle, supposed to be the heart of this phenomenon. Dates of appearances as followed..."

Duo filled his second plate as he read the dates. "Hey, that's exactly yesterday's storm! But why did you look for it?"

"She said there was a sudden storm at August 11th AD 2009 in Hong Kong", Quartre answered and took another sip of his tea. Duo typed something and read the following data.

"August 11th AD2009", Duo read aloud and bit in his toast. "3.45 PM, Hong Kong, duration: 2 minutes. And the next in Hong Kong was...August 12th AD2009, 3.45PM, duration: 3 minutes." Duo stopped eating breakfast and stared at the screen while he moved his lower jaw from one side to the other. "So there was a storm and here was a storm and she insists on being born AD 1990 and that's proved now. It's possible the storm brought her here? She fell out of this cloud formation. Could that be a sort of...uhm...time machine?"

"It supposed to be the only explanation", Heero answered monotone.

"A very unbelievable and ridiculous one."

"God's ways are unforeseeable", Duo mumbled and went on eating. Heero quirked a brow. "You say, it was God?"

"What?" Duo shouted with full mouth. "There are higher powers. Besides you sit every morning with a god at the dinner table!"

"Let us say, it was a higher power who brought her here", Quartre offered. "Divine or not. But it doesn't change the fact she's here."

Sounding so reasonable and calm that Duo and Heero stopped glaring at each other.

"What leads us to the next question", Duo said, filling his third plate. "What do we do with her till the next storm that'll save us from her? I mean, maybe we'll have to move this afternoon or even in two hours. Hell knows! And she has to stay here to wait for the storm. And Hell knows when that'll be! And hell knows what she'd do!"

"I'll talk with Rashid", Quartre said. "I think some of his men can take care of her. And this house is quiet big. She can have one of the rooms..."

"Stop! Stop!" Duo interrupted him and swallowed fast. "Are you talking about to let her live here?"

"Yes", Quartre blinked startled. "I mean, we can't leave her in this tiny cell the entire time."

"Why not?"

"Duo, that's not very friendly."

"She almost killed me! Remember?"

"I think she was only confused and disoriented to find herself in a completely different place. So her offending behaviour was only defence", Quartre replied sympathetic. "Wouldn't you react the same way?"

Duo snorted.

"Let's talk with her", Quartre suggested. "If she knows what happened, I'm sure she'll cooperate with us." He smiled convinced and decided to start his breakfast before Duo filled his fourth plate. As everyone at the table was quiet he looked up from his plate. They all looked at him. He blinked and frowned. They didn't really expect that he...

"No, I am very sorry, guys", he said very determined. "I refuse to talk to her again."

Duo giggled delighted. He remembered a totally embarrassed Quartre Winner had past him last night in the hallway...without a word or a smile. Duo had wondered what could have embarrassed him, he even forgot his good manners. Now he knew why. Or got an idea of it. "You've got manners and you're politely. That surely will calm her down. I mean, she's only confused and disoriented," Duo replied with a sweet smile and his eyelashes fluttered innocently. A smirk crossed Trowa's face, but hid it when he took a sip of his tea. It wasn't fair to use Quartre's words against himself. But Duo was right. Quartre always knew what to say and to behave. That convinced everyone.

"Wufei is also very politely", Quartre said and frowned even more.

"Ahem...what? Wufei?" Duo repeated stunned. "When was he politely?"

"I missed something?" Heero asked dryly.

"He's a well educated scholar", Quartre defended Wufei. Duo burst out laughing. "So you think, pointing a gun at someone and force him to take off his clothes is politely? Yeah, Quartre! You're my man!"

Trowa exchanged a look with Heero, but the other boy only shrugged. "Okay", Quartre finally said with a defeated sigh. "I'll do it."

"Hey Quartre", Duo smiled warm at him. "Don't worry, we'll all be here with you."

"That's what I fear the most", Quartre mumbled dryly in his cup.

~*~*~*~*~*

After two hours Quartre finally sat in his office behind his desk. They had waited for Wufei, but the Chinese pilot was sill asleep. So they decided to talk with the girl first. Maybe it was better to deal with her without Wufei. He and the girl didn't seem to like each other...

Duo leaned against the wall to Quartre's left and Trowa sat to his right side. All three were waiting for Heero and the girl. Then the door opened and girl stumbled in the room because Heero gave her a shove. She smiled at him over her shoulder.

Quartre smiled friendly at her when he noticed an annoyed frown in Heero's features. "First Duo then Wufei then me and now Heero", he thought with disbelief. "She's the living provocation." "Good morning, Miss Chang", he said aloud and pointed at a chair right in front of his desk. "Please have a seat. We have a lot of to talk about."

She smiled back and accepted his offer. "So you're the boss here. - May I asked you something first?"

Quartre nodded friendly. "Actually I am not the boss. But please, what is your question?"

"Aren't you too young to do this job?"

"What job?" Quartre asked confused.

"Running a brothel."

She did it again. Quartre could feel how all the blood of his body rushed in his head. He blinked perplexed and looked to his comrades for help. Duo had turned around and so everyone could only see his back and his jerking shoulders while he violently tried not to laugh. Trowa and Heero showed no emotions. Quartre sighed inwardly and tried to smile.

"No, Miss Chang, this here is not a brothel", he answered politely but very determined.

"Okay, then a night club", she said with a shrug.

Duo embraced himself and only gave gurgling noise and suddenly burst out laughing. "A BROTHEL! Oh...my...god...a night club..." He wasn't a great help. Heero and Trowa also weren't. Quartre didn't believe he could blush more but he did. "Really. This is not a brothel and also not a night club. This is my home."

"Ahhhhh." Her smile was very sweet. Too sweet. "Whatever you say."

"What my home is or not isn't our topic", was Quartre's gruff statement.

"Whatever you say", she repeated, again with that sweet innocent smile.

Quartre didn't show. But this girl upset him somehow. She was the most provoking person he ever had met. He understood Wufei completely. He sighed inwardly. It would be a long and difficult talk...

...after a half hour...

"Okay", Yulong bowed a little forward, resting her elbows on her knees and massaged her temples. "You say this sudden storm brought me here and will take me back to there where I come from. In my time I'll be missed only 24 hours. But you don't know when I can leave this time because you also don't know when the next storm will be here. And it's possible it'll come tomorrow or even in 49 years."

Quartre nodded with a smile. He was surprised that she stayed silent while he had told her the facts. Maybe she was reasonable.

"So this here is the future. For me I mean."

"Exactly."

"And I thought I'm insane", she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Uhm, Miss Chang", Quartre forced a smile. Her silence should have made him suspicious. "Please believe me...Miss Chang?" He frowned when he discovered she didn't listen to him. She stared at a point next to him. Totally perplexed. Quartre blinked confused and followed her gaze. There was nothing but the window. He exchanged a look with his friends. Heero, Trowa and Duo watched her vigilantly.

"Oh my...", she suddenly whispered. Slowly she stood up and looked with open mouth through the window at the endless desert under the heat of a merciless sun. Why didn't she notice it before? Where was Hong Kong?

"Oh my..." she stammered again and swallowed only to burst out with: "OHMYFUCKINGLORDABOVEALLSHIT!! WHERE DOES ALL THAT SHIT SAND COME FROM? WHERE THE SHIT-FUCK AM I?"

"That's what I was trying to explain", Quartre said and felt an uncomfortable heat in his ears which ringed incredibly. He really forgot how shrill and loud a girl could be.

"No, you don't!" she screamed hysterically. "You said I'm in the future! Not in a shit desert!"

Quartre sighed heavily and looked to Heero, seemed to ask: "Are you guys leaving me alone with her?"

"Are you ready to listen now?" Trowa simply asked. For the first time she was in Quartre's office she looked at him. They exchanged a very, very long gaze. Somehow she calmed and sat down. She even leaned back, before she nodded short.

"If you can't believe our words", Heero added in his voice made of ice and steel. He opened the laptop and turned the screen to her.

"That's senseless", she said without to look at the screen. "I can't read."

"I think there's a Chinese version, too", Quartre eagerly said and reached out to change the language of the record. But her piercing glare stopped him.

"I can't read", she repeated slowly.

The four boys looked at her. Silent and stunned. She gazed back. Without any expression on her features.

"I know I'm hot but there's no need to stare at me", she dryly remarked.

"So there are only our words left", Heero finally said. "This is the future. The year is After Colony 195, 754 years after your birth. And this is the Arabian desert. We don't know why you're here but we think there's a way back for you in your time. Till that day you can return, you've to stay here and wait for the storm."

"Of course as our guest", Quartre added. "As long you..." "...accept two conditions."

Everyone looked to the door. There in the doorframe stood Wufei. He looked bleary-eyed. Dark shadows encircled his eyes. Some loosen strands fell in his face, underlining the tiredness in it.

"Good morning, Wufei", Quartre said and sized him with a worried gaze. "Did you have breakfast already?" Wufei shook his head and entered the office. "I'll eat later. I'm here only to declare something. - As I yesterday already said, this girl is under my protection. Nobody will harm or even kill her."

"I don't need anybody's protection, brat", she murmured darkly.

"It's not for your sake", Wufei replied coolly. "It's for mine. If you don't accept, you'll sit in the basement for the rest of your days."

"Aha." She stared back. The boy was changed. Yesterday he had been furious and hot tempered. But today he seemed to be very cold blooded and ready to do everything. These guys are the most dangerous. "And there are conditions?"

"There are conditions", he repeated and leaned against the desk, ignoring his friend who looked a little confused. "You'll be always in my sight. If I don't see you one time you'll land in the basement."

"Don't worry, I'll be always around you, honey", she replied smoothly.

"Second: No blades."

"Okay."

Wufei stared at her. She stared back.

"I said, no blades", he repeated icily.

"And I said, okay", she replied, blinking innocently. "What's your problem?"

Wufei narrowed his eyes and his face got a very dark and menacing expression. Suddenly he shot forward, sized her by her collar and almost pulled her over Quartre's desk.

"Wufei!" Quartre almost jumped from his chair when Yulong's head almost landed in his lap.

"Uhm, Wu-man", Duo laughed nervously. He and the others were completely stunned of Wufei's rough behaviour. "You ruin Q-man's desk."

"You son of a...AHH!" Yulong wanted to whirl around, but she couldn't move. There was a sharp pain rushing through her whole body.

"You better stay still", Wufei coldly suggested, pressing his thumb in a special spot of her back. During his studies in L5 acupuncture was one of his favourite subject. "Otherwise I'll break something important in your body." She sucked a breath and widened her eyes. Damn! This lecher was fast! She blinked totally stunned. What did he do with her body?

"You dirty bastard!" she snarled in despair. It was so humiliating! She laid across a desk, her face in the blonde's lap and the other three were watching while the damn pervert's hand was slowly touching her back and then slipped in her pants. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!"

Wufei's eyes narrowed when he pulled a small blade out of her pants. It was very thin and the blade was in a very good condition, means very sharp. It also was flexible so it could perfectly adapt the shape of her body. The perfect instrument for a killer. "Are there some more?" he asked monotone while holding the small blade in front of her face.

"No."

"Sure?"

She snarled and glared at him through the curtain of her long hair. "Along my legs. And don't take my pants off! There are zips."

After a while there were ten similar blades on Quartre's desk. Trowa pulled back the zip that ran along her right leg: from her hip to the hem, neatly hidden under a fake seam. Trowa silently had offered his help to look for the other blades Wufei had demanded for. A slight sign of surprise had crossed his face when he found the zip and the thin sharp blades along her legs, tied up with thin leather ties.

"For what does she needs so many blades?" Duo mumbled while taking some of them in his hand. He curiously examined the flexibility of the steel. What could you do with this strange blades?

"She's an assassin for money", Wufei answered. The boys looked up. Were there sadness and disappointment in his voice?

"Gee, damn it!" Duo shouted. "A paid assassin? Heero shoot her!"

"I am not an assassin!" she said a little lame like she had said this sentence too many times before, still with his thump in her back.

"So how do you explain this?" he asked and pulled a picture out of his pocket. "Black dragon."

She took a look at it and became very pale. It was a photography that actually should be in her police record, taking from her at the age of 16. The first time when she had been suspected for a murder.

"How do you..." she stuttered with big eyes.

"I know everything about you", he interrupt her with cold voice and looked in her eyes. "Because you, my dear Miss Chang, are my ancestor. The mother of my clan."

End of part 4

Here's Aya-chan! Okay, don't worry I'll make it short and painless:

1. I don't know how a DNA test works and how many percent of agreement is needed to prove a relationship between two people. Especially not of two whose birthdays are 700 years apart. So, don't send flame because I was too lazy to do some research.
2. In part 1 and 2 I used the word "relative". But I mean "relation". Yeah, I've got a dictionary and cannot use it. I'm sorry -.-
3. You like the story till now? Is it too boring? Too senseless? Too many curses? Too artificial characters? Too constructed? Or something else? Tell me!!! lapoetica@hotmail.com