Author's note: Oh my, oh my...there are really people out there who want me to continue the story...oh my, oh my...I'm sooooooooo happy I can die right now! Don't worry, as long as you want to read on, I'll bring this to a proper end before I die. Promise!! Disclaimer: I don't own GW, only Chang Yulong.

After a shower, dressed in clean clothes and a good breakfast you could handle everything. Even the future and the fact that you were in the Arabian desert. But what about a boy who insisted on being your descendant?

His name was Chang Wufei and supposed to be the next leader of a clan whose members called themselves dragons. He looked younger than her and she swore he was. No matter what his eyes told her. They were old and had seen a lot of the world, maybe even too much for a boy in his age. She wondered what it could be.

When he told her, he belonged to a clan she immediately believed that. He wore a very, very traditional Chinese silk suit, had long hair and drank Woolong tea, pure of course...and his whole "a woman always is inferior" behaviour! Yes, a true clan man. So those guys wouldn't changed a lot. Poor world...

Or better: poor Yulong. This boy was her descendant! A clan man! She only could shake her head, when she thought her little family would grow to a big clan...

But he was the proof. He had told her, he had made a DNA test to prove their relationship. And he was from her blood. She looked at him while she took a sip of her tea. Unlike him she preferred Assam with sugar and a lot of milk. She had had the choice of five sorts of tea and coffee and the 'little breakfast' Quartre had offered her after that humiliating interrogation was actually a buffet. He knew how to be a good host. He had insisted that she should to take a shower and change clothes after such a uncomfortable night in that tiny cell. After all that wicked teasing he still thought of her well-being. She somehow regretted her behaviour. He was really a nice boy. But unfortunately he got a call and suddenly he and the other three boys had to leave.

Quartre had mumbled about something about a mission and the other had been agree helping him to prepare something. So she and Wufei were left in this big luxurious diner room.

He sat across the table and replied her look without saying one word. He hadn't say anything since she had sat down. Just watching her, now and then taking a sip from his tea.

"Don't you want to eat something?" She finally asked, breaking the silence.

"No appetite."

"Didn't sleep well, huh?"

"No."

"Aha."

Then the silence returned. Small talk didn't seem to work...

"So what shall I do here? I'm not used to do nothing."

"Quartre has got an excellent library."

"Isn't there something else? I cannot read."

She was surprised that this really got his attention. He paused with his cup halfway to his mouth. "You cannot read?"

She grimaced ."Don't tell me there's nothing else but the library in this place."

He put down his cup, looking completely puzzled. "But didn't you attend a school?"

She shrugged. "Hey, it wasn't my fault when school started at the same time with my job. "

"You had a job during your school days?"

She shrugged again. "Someone had to help Mama to pay the bills and I'm the oldest of her children."

"And what about your father?"

"Don't mention this coward! He left Ma when she was pregnant with me."

"He left his pregnant wife?"

"I never said they were married."

He gave her a disgusted look.

"You're a conservative one, aren't you?"

"I'm only surprised how dishonourable a man can be."

"He thought he would dishonour his clan if he marry a girl from another one. So he left her."

"And your stepfather?"

She raised a brow and blinked bemused. "What for a stepfather?"

"Don't you have other siblings?"

"And?" The bemusement stayed in her features

"Don't they heave a father? Your stepfather?"

She frowned and seemed to try to understand him. Then suddenly she blinked and smiled. "I see. My stepfather."

Then she burst out laughing. "We all have different fathers."

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone of us another father. My mother never was married."

Now it was his turn to look bemused. There was a wicked smirk in her face when looked at him. "You told me you found my police record. What about my mother's?"

One of corner of Wufei's mouth twitched slightly. He looked like ready to scream. But he was very calm. "Your mother...has...a... police record, too?"

"Yes." She sighed. "She was arrested 7 times because of illegal prostitution."

"What?" Why did he feel dizzy? His mind seemed to want to leave his skull.

"Prostitution", she repeated with a blank look. "Don't you know what that is?"

Wufei flushed and in the next moment he became very pale. "She is...is a..."

"A prostitute," she finished the sentence for him. "A whore. A call-girl. A hooker. You know one of these expressions?"

His face slowly dropped in his hands. "Oh my god."

"Ah, c'mon", she said comforting and reached out to pat on his shoulder. "It was her own decision to do this. Nobody ever has forced her."

He scowled at her through his fingers and couldn't believe his ears. Chang Yulong the legendary warrior and fighter for truth and Justice wasn't only a woman. No, she was the daughter of a whore! He, Chang Wufei, was the descendant of a whore's daughter, who was No. 6 on the list of most dangerous and never caught criminals of the early 21st century. Why did he ever believed the legends and fairy tales?

...Meanwhile...

Heero blinked in the sun and again wondered what the Winner family had have to do to create this perfect illusion of a paradise. He swore this was the only pleasant place in the whole desert, maybe even in the whole universe. But it was a waste of time to think about stuff like that. He had things to do.

His fingers that had a little pause while he had thought about the garden started to type again. After Quartre and 35 of his Magnacs had left for the mission, he, Duo and Trowa rested under a big oak and read the file Wufei had given them, while they waited for Wufei and his...great-great-great-great-and-a-lot-of-greats-grandmother finished their breakfast.

Wufei had said, it'd be only fair. They should know with who they had to share this house from now on. Printed and sorted, Chang Yulong's personal data made a impressive thick file. Duo read the file first. Trowa and Heero knew how impatient this boy was sometimes. So Heero was looking for a mission and Trowa read something else. They were surprised as Duo suddenly stood up and almost ran back into the house.

"Something in the file must have upset him", Heero murmured. Trowa just shrugged and turned to his book, his way to tell Heero, he could read the file now. Heero flipped through the pages and snorted when he had gathered the information he needed and gave it to Trowa.

"Heeeeerrrroooo!!!!" Hearing this shrill call Heero winced in shock and his laptop almost fell from his lap. No, she couldn't be here. It was someone else.

Duo ran out of the house, fell in front of Heero on his knees and wrapped his arms around the Japanese boy. "I know, you did it! You did it on the way in the garden, right? But why, Heero?? Why? Why?" Wide eyed Heero snorted in disgust and shoved Duo back. But...no use...Duo leaned forward and grasped the green tank top. He looked with despair to Heero, biting his lower lip and clinging to his tank top till his knuckles turned white.

"You can't do this to me," he whimpered, shaking the stoic Japanese who decided not to pay attention to the American and went on typing on his laptop, almost despairing looking for a solo mission for him.

"Why did you do that?"

"To avoid complications." The Japanese boy answered. "You still react too emotionally to her."

"Don't be so cruel to me, Heero. We're friends, we're comrades, we're even like brothers...I love you, how can you do this to me??!!"

Heero rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked to Trowa who quickly buried his face in the file. Quartre wasn't here. So he had to handle this by himself.

"Please, Heero," Duo begged. "Give them back to me, please!!"

"You're too dramatic," Heero finally said, trying to get his shirt off Duo's fingers. "Wufei's taking care of her."

"Heero!" Suddenly he changed his mood and the whiny little boy disappeared. Duo pulled his friend towards him, glaring at him.

"You read the stuff Wufei gave us, didn't you? I can tell you, she doesn't need a fucking weapon to kill someone. She's one of the most dangerous criminals in her time. She's an assassin without conscience. She kills for money. She castrated a man at the age of ELEVEN! With a LETTER OPENER!! Now... Where.Are.My.Guns?" He emphasised every word of his question with a shake. The Japanese growled and slapped his hands away.

"I'll give them back to you when you've got a mission," Heero answered calm.

"I need them now!"

"You're afraid of her?"

"I'm just worried about my manhood! And I guess, you two should be about yours, too!"

"If you don't give her a reason to castrate you, she won't do it," Trowa suddenly said, lying on his belly and studying the police record. "She never did it again."

"Because she kills them!" Duo shouted.

"Fear the death? I thought, you can't kill death," Heero mocked.

"I'm a Gundam pilot! I'm not afraid of death! I am death! But I just want to stay as a whole man!"

"But you're not allowed to harm her." Heero reminded him.

"Why not?"

"Did you read the file, Wufei gave us?"

"Of course! Did you read how she works? This girl is a schizophrenic and sadistic psycho!"

"Actually that's irrelevant," Trowa interrupted him softly. There was even a light smirk in his features. "Her consanguinity to Wufei is more important. If she dies here, it would change the whole history. Wufei and his whole family never would be born." Duo blinked and he scowled at the two boys. Then he threw his hands in the air. "Ah, that sucks!"

"Just leave her alone," Trowa suggested. "She wouldn't touch you until someone offer her money for your death."

"So you mean, we shouldn't introduce her to OZ?" Duo made a sour face. "I hope, Wu-man knows to appreciate what I do for him."

...one week later...

Almost with a purr he sank deeper in the leather sofa and just enjoyed the softness of the material and upholstery. He was finally at home. After such a long and rough mission Quartre always loved to have a long hot shower and be greeted by a cup of his favourite tea. After his little home-coming ritual he would join his friends and Yulong -his butler had assured with a slight blush: "Yes, Master Quartre. The young lady is still here.". With a light smile he glimpsed to the wall clock and remarked it was breakfast time...

"KKKKYYYYAAAAA!!!"

The full cup almost slipped through Quartre's fingers when this war scream echoed through the house. He quickly set the cup down but couldn't avoid from burning himself. A little annoyed he stood up and looked for the one who had screamed so loud.

He passed the window that led to the garden as he froze at once. He rushed to the window and his eyes widened in pure shock. Downstairs in the garden the Changs were fighting so earnest like for their dear life. There was death in their both faces.

"Allah!" Quartre whispered and ran down the stairs. Total in panic he entered the garden and froze. Not far away from the two fighters Heero, Trowa and Duo sat on a blanket, that was spread over the grass, had a picnic and watched.

"Guys?" Quartre was confused from their calmness.

"Hey, Q-man! How was the mission?" Duo greeted him cheerful and offered him a seat next to him.

"Uhm...uhm...everything went fine," he answered and sat down. "It just took his time."

Bemused he thanked Duo for the cup of tea he gave him.

"He becomes faster," Trowa remarked while smearing some butter on a toast. In this moment Wufei blocked a hit from his dear ancestor and his fist almost shot in the same moment towards her face. But she ducked and pushed with both hands against his chest.

"But she's still faster," Heero answered and took a sip from his coffee.

"No, she has got more dirty tricks, that's all," Duo said. Quartre looked from one to the other. His eyes wide opened in confusion till Duo caught his gaze and laughed.

"Don't worry," he said reassuring. "They do it every morning. That's their way to train."

"What? Training?" Quartre was stunned Duo could stay so calm. He winced and hissed through his teeth as Yulong's foot missed Wufei's face by a half inch.

"She wanted to join his training to stay in shape," Duo explained. "And he said, his training would be too hard for a weak woman and she said she would prove him that there's no training that's too hard for her. And so they 'train' every morning till Heero decided when to stop."

"Heero had to stop this training?"

"Yeah, at the first time they trained till they were totally exhausted and not moveable."

"Dear god. Such stubbornness."

"That's exactly what Heero said. I think that prove their consanguinity better than those DNA tests." Duo chuckled.

"And do you picnic here every day?" Quartre asked still bemused.

"Good idea, huh?" Duo grinned mischievously. "It's very nice here in the morning and Heero can watch them better because the Changs never eat before their training."

"Aha."

A peeping noise from Heero's omnipresent laptop interrupted the peaceful picnic.

"Ahhh!" Duo sighed regretting. "Don't tell me we've to stop the training now. It's getting interesting now."

Heero didn't answer and typed something. "I'm sorry, Duo. They have to stop now. There's mission for me and Wufei."

"Need some help?" Quartre asked helpfully.

"I'm always prepared", he answered. Then he pulled out his also omnipresent gun and shot one time in the air. Quartre the only one who wasn't accustomed to this morning ritual shook his head.

"Ahhh, c'mon, Heero!" Yulong shouted to them and fell on the grass.

"I haven't pin him one time yet."

"It's really a little too early, Yuy", Wufei added and walked to them. "I was just getting warm."

"Mission", was Heero's answer and stood up.

"Who?"

"You and me. I'll copy the data in Nataku's computer. I give you one hour for all preparations."

Wufei nodded when Heero left them, and sat down before Yulong could joined them.

"Hey, where's Heero going?" Yulong asked when she fell next to her descendant on the blanket. She smiled friendly at the blonde. "Hey, Quartre! Back again? How's Lady Une?"

"How Lady Une is?" Quartre repeated horrified. He looked to his friends. Trowa didn't say anything as usual and Wufei ate his breakfast. Only Duo grinned mischievously. What was going on here?

"Didn't you visit her last week?" She asked him and bit in an apple.

"I visited Lady Une?"

"You didn't?"

"Uhm...well..." Was this the excuse for his disappearance in the last week? It was very near to truth but he considered if he could call it "visit Lady Une" after he had destroyed 100 of her new mobile suits, killed the halve of her staff and blew up the base. Well, somehow...

Yulong turned to Duo and scowled. "Hey, I thought you don't lie."

"I don't!" Duo exclaimed. "Q-man, don't tell me that lady wasn't in Cairo. I thought she would be there with Kushrenada."

"Actually I met her three times," Quartre slowly said. "She was...really busy."

It wasn't a lie. He only didn't say that it was him who kept her busy.

"I've got to go now," Wufei suddenly said and stood up. "Woman, you stay here. Trowa, would you please have an eye on her while I'm not here?"

Trowa answered with a nod.

"Thanks."

"Where you're going?" Yulong asked, looking up to him.

"I'm going to visit Kushrenada with Heero. We'll be back in three days. In this time you stay with Trowa, woman. Don't make any problems."

"Did I ever make a problem?" She blinked innocently.

"No, you were a shining example of virtues", Duo grinned. "Only your language..."

She scowled again. "Someone please give me scissors."

"No blades, woman," Wufei reminded her and only nodded to his friends when he left.

Yulong's gaze followed him and she was silent when she ate her breakfast. But then she stood up and said: "I'll be back in a few moments. I'll take a little shower." Then she walked into the house. Quartre looked from Duo and then to Trowa. "I missed something, didn't I?"

~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~

After a half hour he arrived the secret hangar where all Gundams were. He nodded to Rashid and his men and walked straight to Nataku. In his hand a little package with some provisions and his sword. He still had to do a little routine check through Nataku's system and read the mission task.

He past Deathsythe and Sandrock and turned around a corner where Nataku always was...and froze. She was here. He couldn't believe it! She had followed him. "WOMAN!" She didn't react, still standing in front of Nataku and seemed to be totally frozen. She whether blinked nor moved. She just stood there and stared up to his Gundam.

"Why are you here?" He snarled and stomped to her.

As if he had broken a spell, she blinked and looked at him. Then again at Nataku. Then at him. Again at Nataku. And finally at him. "What's that?"

He quirked a brow. She had whispered her question and her voice had sounded so unsure. "I asked first."

Again she blinked and pouted then. "You won't be here for three days. What if this storm will come in these days? And we haven't said goodbye to each other. We're relations for god's sake!"

Wufei sighed. Women and their feelings. "Goodbye, woman. - Now go back."

"You didn't answer my question," she remembered him, folding her arms in front of her chest and waited.

He sighed again. "That's a Gundam. Shenlong. But I prefer Nataku."

"Nata- what?"

He rolled his eyes. "Nataku."

"So what's that? A big robot? A toy?"

He quirked his brow hearing the word "toy". "No, it's a Gundam. A mobile suit."

"And what do you do with a mobile suit?"

"We're in war, remember? - Now go."

He turned away and started the routine check on Nataku. When he heard no steps he looked over his shoulder and sighed. She still blinked up to Nataku. "Why are still you here?" She didn't look at him. "You mean...you fight in this war? In this thing? You pilot this monster? You're a soldier?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Shit no!" She glared at him. "You're only 15! How can you be a soldier and pilot this..." She interrupted herself and waved her hands helplessly in the air. "This thing here?"

"I was chosen to be the pilot of Nataku and was trained since my childhood," he answered, turning his back to her. "It is my destiny."

"Who the fuck choose children for this shit job?"

"I'm the next clan leader and it is my duty to protect my clan and my colony."

"But you're only 15!"

"What does age matters?" he asked furious. Why did she have to ask such questions and say such things? "It's my duty!"

"Who said that shit?"

"The elders of my clan and it's not shit! It is my duty!"

"Your clan? Your family? - Your clan sent you in this war?" she asked disbelieving. "In this...this thing?"

"Gundam."

"Yeah, it really looks goddamn."

"GUNDAM."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Gundam. - But where's your clan? Don't tell me the elders have left you alone and expect that only you protect their fat asses."

His eyes shot daggers at her, but she only raised a brow waiting for an answer. "They're all dead."

Now she was speechless. He turned away from her. He didn't want to see pity in her eyes and also didn't want to hear something that implied a "sorry".

"So, there's not one left from your clan but you?" Her voice war nearer than before. He wasn't surprised to find her next to him when he looked to her. But he was stunned not to hear pity or another soft emotion in her words.

Her face was quiet emotionless like her voice. First he didn't want to answer. That was none of her business. But corrupt assassin or not, a whore's daughter or not...she was Chang Yulong, the first clan leader. Wasn't it her right to know how her descendant had failed and had lost everything what she had built up?

"The colony, where a main part of the clan had lived on, exploded", he finally whispered. He didn't trust his voice enough to say it louder like every time when he thought of the explosion. "But there are still some families living Hong Kong."

"Hn."

He glimpsed to her, almost expecting disappointment or anger. But there was nothing than a nod and a weak smile...and there was something in her eyes, too...a feeling, a promise...for him? He frowned and opened the cockpit of Nataku. It was time to go. "I'll go now."

"What? You leave?" she suddenly asked horrified with wide opened eyes. "Does it mean you've got a job now?"

He scowled. "Yes, there's a mission I've to fulfil."

"Okay, a mission. - But...", she started and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Aren't you tired? The training was pretty hard today!"

Ignoring her hand his arrogance returned. "This little training can't tire me."

"Okay, but do you really have to go alone?"

He turned to her and remarked a worried gleam in her eyes. She was worried about him? "I'll be with Heero, but I don't need anybody." With this he turned around and walked the last few steps to Nataku. He didn't hear her follow him, so he shrieked in surprise when he felt her arms wrapping around him.

"You idiot! Everybody needs someone", she whispered softly. Then she turned him to her and held his shoulders in a very hard grip. He wondered how strong she was.

"Don't you dare to die in the battle field, Chang!" She scowled at him and he clenched his teeth because he didn't want to wince in pain. She was really strong. "I don't want to hear, I'd be unable to take care for my flesh and blood."

For a moment he forgot the pain in his shoulders. He blinked and frowned confused. "What are you talking about, woman?" She grinned mischievously "I know you wouldn't like the last part..."

"What do you mean?"

Her eyes sparkled like stars in a clear summer night when she smiled at him. Her grip even got softer. "I adopt you." He blinked several times. Oh, what a humiliation! Not only that his ancestor was an assassin for money and without conscience. She was insane, too.

"You cannot adopt me, woman. You're too young to adopt me and maybe you won't be here when I'm back!"

"Ah, come on, Chang! Hell knows when the storm will be back. Perhaps I'll have to stay a year here...and take it as an old tradition," she cheerfully answered and hugged him. He stiffened immediately.

"Everyone who's older has to take care of the younger who hasn't anybody. Especially for those who are blood relations and I want to do this for you while I'm here."

"But you..." he didn't know what to say. He was dumbfound! And her bright smile irritated him the most. He was only able to stare at her.

"'Taking care for someone' is a very long expression and 'adoption' is shorter. And, as I said, very old tradition among us Chinese." With a despaired scream he broke the embrace. Did she find him as so weak that she had to take care for him? He was a soldier! A Gundam pilot! "Nobody's taking care for me! I don't need anybody!"

"Well," she said and seemed to think about it. Then her cheerfulness returned and she tipped his nose. "Then don't die and come back to prove that you don't need me."

Again he only stared at her without knowing what to say. But on the other hand: how could you reply such insanity? So he just turned around and climbed into Nataku's cockpit. He didn't look back and also didn't say goodbye. He just took off and left.

She was still in the hangar looking after him through the open gate till it was closed. She stretched and yawned. "I have very nice descendant, haven't I?" She asked loud and turned to a corner on her left side. Trowa stepped out of the shadows and replied her gaze. "Let me guess", she said dryly. "You're a pilot, too."

"Yes."

"All of you five are pilots."

"Yes."

"You all are trained since childhood to fight in this war. Like Wufei."

"Yes."

"I guess, this Lady Une and that Kushrenada guy are the enemies."

"Yes."

"And you're five fight for the independence of the colonies?"

"Yes."

"Aha."

Silence...

"You don't talk a lot, do you?"

A calm look was the answer.

"Are you trained in material arts?"

Silence...

"No?"

Silence...

She quirked a corner of her mouth when she sized him with a half despaired and half amused look. "What do you think? Is it a punishment for you or me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Ah, forget it," she chuckled. "So, how will it be? Do I've to follow you or the other way round?"

He shrugged. She sighed.

"Are you here because of me or because of your Gundam?"

"Heavyarms is in a good shape."

"Do you have something else to do till your next mission?"

He shrugged.

"So you have a lot of time, haven't you?"

Silence...

"Well," she almost sighed this word and smiled at him. "You have time and I have time..." She walked towards him and stopped only few inches in front of him. Near enough so her breath moved some hairs of his long bangs. Her eyes were half closed when she looked in his eyes. "I didn't tell you, but I really like you," she started with an almost tender smile. "You're calm and so patient. And your eyes remind me of the forest I used to play in when I was a child."

There wasn't one hint of an emotion in his features. Trowa didn't even blink. He didn't step back. He only looked back in her dark eyes...and swallowed.

"So what do you think?" She blinked innocently and he swore he could see a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"About what?" he finally asked, his voice impressive calm and steady.

"Would you teach me to read and write?"

~End of part 5~

Oi, very long again.
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