Title: Moonlight Serenade
Author: Sarit
Rating: PG-16 for implied sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this fic! Damnit! They all belong to
Bandai, TV Arashi...and a whole bunch of other people! I have no money, don't sue!
Warnings: Angst, sap, mild lime, death (not sure if this counts cuz she's
dead already...)
Parings: 5+M; 5xM
Feedback: Well let's see...YES!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!
Note: This just came to me while co=authoring another fic. I just had
to write it when I thought of it!

/lyrics/

Timeline: AC 195 (after the battle with Libra)

Wufei sat on the shelf of an open window, allowing the moonlight
to filter in and bathe his weary body. After the battle against Libra,
they had all safely returned to earth. They were currently housed
at one of the many Winner estates. This particular property was
not too far from the underground Arabic base. Quatre was recuperating
from his run in with Dorothy Catalonia, while the rest of his friends
were resting from the past battle.

Gazing up at the moon, Wufei sighed, discontent. They had won
the battle and White Fang was no more. Neither was OZ or
Romefeller. It seemed as if all his enemies were gone. But were they?

No, he decided. He had one enemy left.

Memories.

Memories of a young girl, no older than he. With long, onyx
colored hair, worn in pigtails. He groaned, feeling the loss and
despair creep upon him once again. Just as it had that day in the
field of flowers. A field that no longer existed. He couldn't even
go to her grave now. For her grave, along with his home, was gone.
Destroyed.

"Meiran..."

The whispered word filled the night air; a deep sadness seemed
to coat everything around the young Chinese pilot. He blinked once,
twice, then finally gave up and allowed the tears to cascade down
his face in a river of sadness.

/I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight.
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night.
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade./

A sweet fragrance fills the air, bringing with it remembered times,
both good and bad. The scent of jasmine, marigold and honeysuckle
brushed past his nostrils. The scent was heady, strong and familiar.
It brought to mind what he had lost, the pain he had endured.

Looking out the window once more, Wufei's onyx moved over the
lush scenery before him. The garden was a beautiful place, but he
saw none of it. In his minds eye, he was home. Home on L5 with his family.

Home with his wife.

He looked around hm and was shocked to see the room had vanished.
He stood in a field of flowers; daisies, dandelions and marigolds
surrounded him. His hair flew in the breeze, no longer restricted in
his customary ponytail. He raised his hand to his face and felt his
reading glasses.

/The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars
brightly beaming? I bring you and sing you a Moonlight Serenade./

Gazing about him, he saw the bright summer's day. He lifted his arms
and was astonished at his attire. His customary white long-sleeved
tunic and pants, along with black slippers, adorned his body. He
rested his hand at his neck and could feel the jade medallion he
had received on his wedding day.

He gasped, feeling arms encircle his chest, a firm body pressing
tightly against his back. A face nuzzled his neck, sending shivers
up and down his spine.

"It's about time you got here."

Wufei froze, his senses on full alert. It was impossible. He couldn't
be hearing that voice. The owner of that beautiful voice had been
dead for years now.

"What's the matter lover? Did I scare you?"

Wufei turned around, the warm arms still around his waist. He stared
down at the lovely face before him. His fingers reached up, caressing
the rose-petal soft cheek. The onyx eyes, so like his own, stare
d back up at him with mischief. "Nataku...Meiran..."

Meiran grinned, hugging him tight. He closed his eyes and held
her against him, just as tightly. "Hai. I am here. I heard you calling
me. I'm sorry about leaving. It was something that I had to do."

"I know."

They both sighed, letting the closeness of the other sooth their troubled
spirits. Meiran finally looked up. She placed her hands on either side of
his face, gazing into his eyes. Caressing his cheeks, she smiled. "You
haven't changed. Still as handsome as ever."

Wufei blushed. He had never been comfortable with such compliments.
Especially when they came from her. "Mei..."

"I know. I know. You hate compliments." Meiran tilted her head to
the side, still caressing his cheeks. Moving forward, she touched
her lips to his lightly. "I've missed you, Fei."

"And I you." These three simple words carried with it all his loneliness
and heartache at loosing her. He looked deep into her beautiful eyes,
seeing his soul within their depths. He took her face in his hands,
bringing her lips to his.

Moaning slightly, Meiran wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled him closer. Her body pressed against his, sending flashes
of pleasure and desire through him.

/Let us stray till break of day In love's valley of dreams.
Just you and I, a summer sky, A heavenly breeze kissing the trees./

Looking up, panting, Wufei came to himself with a start. He was
no longer in a field of flowers, but the room at Quatre's estate. Placing
his hand to his heart, he felt the fast paced beating of his heart. He
took a deep breath, exhaling loudly.

The vision had been so real. Not vision...memory. He swallowed,
closing his eyes, remembering that day. That was the first time they
had made love. It had been special...awe inspiring. Never in his life since
that day had he felt the same. A few days afterwards, she had died in
that same field of flowers.

Without him noticing, tears fell from his eyes, a small river flowing.
He fell to his knees, unbearable pain, anguish and misery consuming
his heart and soul. His soul...he had no soul now. His soul had died
in that field of flowers.

A whispered touch moved across his cheek, brushing away the tears.
His blurred vision cleared, seeing for the first time a vision so
breathtaking that it took his breath away.

He did not believe in angels. Angels were a part of Duo's religion.
He remembered Duo once describing them. Beautiful and ethereal,
not of this world.

That was what was before him. A vision so beautiful he didn't think
he could look at it for long. A white, shimmery gown flowed from
narrow shoulders. Black hair spread about, cascading in ringlets.

His throat closed and he fell to his knees before this vision,
unable to comprehend what was happening. "Meiran..."

Chang Meiran stood before her husband in all her glory. A sad
smile crossed her features, gazing down at her husband. A hand
reached out, once again touching his cheek. She said nothing, but
he did not need to hear her voice. He heard her with his heart.

"I can't...not without you."

Shaking her head, she smiled down, placing a kiss to his lips. His eyes
widened at the touch. It was as if an electrical current filled his whole
body. Every cell seemed to tingle with her essence. His entire body felt
suffused with love and happiness.

Brushing his cheek, she stood and drifted away from him towards the
window. He stood, clasping her hand in his one last time. He kissed
the palm, his fingers lovingly tracing over the delicate fingers.

Tilting her head, she gazed at him and he smiled back, nodding.
Drifting backwards, the sleeves of her white gown billowed outward;
a strong breeze seemed to lift her up. Flower petals fell around Wufei
in a whirlwind of scent and color. He closed eyes, the softness of the
petals brushing his skin.

When he opened his eyes, she was gone. The only evidence that
she had been there were the flower petals on the floor. He bent down,
scooping up a handful. He brought them to his face,
inhaling the sweet aroma.

Standing, he gazed out the window, smiling. He felt the burdens of
the past few years melt away. "I will always love you. And I promise,
Mei. We will be together one day. But until then..."

Placing the petals in a bowl on a table, he opened the door and
went out to find his friends.

The petals swirled around the room, lifting up and depositing into
the glass bowl. A whisper could be heard as the wind died down.

"Till we meet again, my love..."

/So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night. I stand
at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight, A love song,
my darling, a Moonlight Serenade./

~Owari~

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