Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Obviously. They belong to their owners respectively, and have been mashed together only in this odd fanfiction you see before you.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTES AHOY: Hah hah... Ahhhhh... Yeah... It's quite different from any of the other crossovers of this type I've read. Hopefully, you won't feel too confused- okay, yes, yes, you will be confused. But understand, it is for the best right now. Things will make more sense as the story goes on.

ALSO- parts of this chapter haven't been proof-read as much as I would like. Don't worry, it shall be done. Maybe you could just enjoy it as it is for now?

In the dark, there was movement. The sounds of something scrambling around, and then a sudden CLICK! before a beam of light cut through the gloom, illuminating dry, stone walls that pressed in from all sides.

“Where is this place?” a voice asked hoarsely. “I don’t remember it from the map we were given.”

“That thing is too old to be reliable,” a second voice said, and the torch swung round the stone walls again. “This place is probably new, where they’ve moved all the old things from the houses to.”

“In here?” the first voice asked incredulously. “I think heirlooms and the like would be safer in the houses that in this thing. Besides, it doesn’t look very new.”

Footsteps sounded as the two people pushed on into the darkness.

“Why else would this be here? A secret entrance at the back of the family shrine- they must have hidden the expensive things away.”

“I’d have taken them with me,” the other protested. “I think they’re wrong; we won’t find anything here. Except maybe two hundred years worth of filthy spiders.”

“Look, just shut up and-”

There was a heavy thump underfoot, and both of the men jumped, the torch beam going wild in their hands.

“What was that?”

“It was me, fool,” the second voice responded. “I tripped on something on the floor.”

The torch beam swung down, illuminating a pair of saddled feet, and a flash of something large and green.

“Is that what I think it is?”

A hand reached down, pulling with effort. “It is! Damn, if it isn’t heavy!”

“A statue of a jade dragon! How much would something like that be worth these days?! And who would leave it down here of all places!”

“Didn’t I tell you so?”

“Is… Is there anything else?”

“Take the torch and have a look. Let me get a better grip on this thing…”

The torch was passed along awkwardly until it reached new hands, where it was swung around with renewed vigour.

Up ahead, the walls seemed to suddenly expand in width and height enormously, forming a much larger system of tunnels. Along the walls, the yellow light caught glimpses of intricate Chinese carvings, though they shone like marble when it should only have been bare rock.

“What if this is their ancestral tomb? It looks like a shrine within a shrine to me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. And besides, after coming this far, are you really going to run at the thought of a few bones?”

The other man laughed, though it was a little nervously.

They continued onwards, though at a slower pace this time, burdened by the heavy statue.

“Can you hear that?”

“Can I hear what?”

“That noise. It’s like a rumbling sound.”

The torch swung straight ahead, only to hit what looked like a dead end, only it was a brilliant scarlet colour and looked incredibly smooth to the touch. The torch moved a little more, and a glimmer of gold sparkled back.

“Is that…?”

Almost at once, the steady rumble was forgotten.

“Well, I’ll be damned. It looks like gold to me.”

“What an odd shape…”

“I’m not going to complain about the shape! Shine the torch on it again!”

The man did as he was told, until all of a sudden the gold began to move. The clump sudden puffed out into an angry array of spines, even as the scarlet wall shifted, running under the torch beam like water.

“What?! What is-”

CHAPTER ONE:

A Much Needed Vacation?

Long Clan Compound, China, 198AC

Staring at the tall gates in front of him, Chang Wufei felt a shiver run down his spine. Even outside the compound, the air smelt old, the ancient buildings almost poisoning the atmosphere. Around the high walls, trees surrounded every side, save for where the mountain’s peak rose up at the back. The compound had been built into the side of mountain close to the top, and the air was thinner, colder up here than it should have been. Two or three miles back down, it was a warm, summer day.

“This is the main entrance,” the man by his side told him needlessly. “It enters out into the main district where most of the family houses are.”

Wufei nodded at the information, though he could see it all clearly enough from where he was with the main gates stood open. Clearly, it was supposed to look welcoming, but the Chinese teen rather thought it might suck him in instead.

“The houses are unfortunately somewhat dilapidated, but we’ve done our best to preserve what we can…”

What went unsaid was that it would be a lot of money to waste on a place that wasn’t really their own.

“ It might have been better had we taken up the government’s offer to make it into a historic site, but Lam shi refused. He felt it would be best if we stuck to the ancestor’s wishes. He is the scholar of our clan, so we decided to trust his judgement in this.”

“Why not sell it after the end of the Long clan?” Wufei asked, more sharply than he had intended.

His guide, a man in his late twenties who had introduced himself as Luo Tong, blinked at him in surprise at the question, and seemed to be struggling for an answer, when a voice spoke up from behind them.

“The Long clan is not quite finished just yet.”

“Lam shi!” Luo Tong said in recognition.

Wufei turned to look at the speaker, and saw it was an elderly man, dressed in an all-white gi. Though obviously well into his sixties, he stood tall and his movements were fluid, betraying him as a martial artist of some type. The glasses he wore on the end of his nose were the only sign that he might perhaps be a teacher (as Tong’s respectful shi indicated) or scholar.

“Welcome to your ancestral home, Chang Wufei.” The greeting was polite and the smile honest, but Wufei still felt it was presumptuous to act as if he had come here willingly by any means.

This… he thought to himself privately. This is all Maxwell’s fault…

- - -

It started when Duo had walked into Wufei’s office at the Preventer headquarters one morning, for something as innocent as to borrow a pen. It had just so happened that Wufei had been checking his mail from that morning at the same time, having found an envelope with a postmark from China in amongst his rent bills for the month. Confused, he had brought it to the Agency with him to open in his free time.

He must have been staring at it for a good few minutes even after Maxwell had burst into his office, for the braided teen had leaned over Wufei’s desk and lowered the letter from in front of the Chinese boy’s face with a finger.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, meeting his eyes and smiling, although the fact that he held off on one of his creative (annoying) nicknames told Wufei the teen was worried by his distraction. “Is it bad news?”

Wufei blinked at him for a few seconds before shaking himself out of his stupor. “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with Maxwell,” he said testily, which was unfair to his fellow agent he knew, but the surprise he felt from the letter made him numb to any feeling of guilt he might have otherwise had.

Having worked with people of Wufei’s ilk for a good many years now, Duo wasn’t the least bit perturbed by his attitude. “You might as well just tell me,” the braided teen told him. “I’m not leaving until you say, or, if you keep refusing, I’ll break into your apartment tonight and read that letter while you’re asleep.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Wufei spluttered indignantly. The Chinese agent wasn’t sure about that however; Duo was always complaining that he didn’t get enough stealth missions to keep his skills honed, so he might feel up to the challenge. Actually, the idea of breaking into Wufei’s apartment was probably something Duo would do without any reason at all, just because he would find it amusing to annoy Wufei in such a way.

When Duo only grinned at Wufei’s response, the Chinese teen decided it was best to cut his losses and just tell the other boy what the letter said. “These are reports of vandalism to the Long clan’s compound,” Wufei told him at last.

Duo frowned, understandably confused by this announcement, but uncertain exactly how to broach what could potentially be a sensitive subject. Wufei could imagine what he was thinking- surely nothing on the L5 colony could get any more vandalized when it had been completely destroyed during the war.

“But Wu-man, wasn’t your clan compound back on L5?” Duo dared to ask.

Wufei turned to look at the letter again. “It seems that the original homes of the Long clan were placed into the hands of friends when they moved to the colonies from earth. This clan compound still seems to be standing, although apparently after the destruction of L5, a number of other parties took interest in claiming it. The current care-taker has asked me to claim the compound to prevent further trouble from them.”

“So what? You’ve got some fancy estate somewhere in China?” Duo summed up succinctly.

“It seems so,” Wufei reluctantly agreed.

“Hey, that’s great!” Duo said. “When are you going to go see it?”

Wufei frowned at the other teen. How could he explain to Maxwell that the idea of going to that place made his skin crawl? That his actions during the wars made him feel that stepping into such a place would be disrespectful? Even though Wufei wasn’t a true believer in tradition, he knew it as well as anyone else. The clan compound was the place of some of his first ancestors, people he had resolutely stopped himself from thinking about after the war had finished. Had he even paid the proper respect to his more recently deceased relatives? Would his actions have made them proud? Surely not…

“I’m not going to go see it Maxwell. I have no interest in it whatsoever.”

“What?!” Duo demanded in surprise.

“I’ll have nothing to do with that mess,” Wufei declared firmly. “Whatever is happening in China is their problem and not mine.”

- - -

But of course, things with Duo Maxwell were never that simple. He had decided to get Quatre Winner involved. Even though the blond director of the Winner Foundation was many, many miles away on L3, he had a long reaching arm, especially when he was convinced he was doing something for the benefit of his friends.

And it might have been easy for Wufei to put a stop to Quatre and Duo’s plotting, but for the fact that he was stopped by one person. And that person was Heero Yuy.

Even as he was lead through the streets of the main compound, Wufei fumed at the thought of how he had been tricked. Since when had Yuy got involved in the hair-brained schemes of the ex-pilot of Deathscythe? Oh, that was right, since they had started dating. And now Maxwell had the other teen securely wrapped around his finger, even going so far as to convincing Heero to distract him with a mission, while he and Quatre went straight to Une…

The injustice!

“I shall take you to the main house,” Lam said. “It is the best preserved and, as such, the main target of our would-be robbers.”

“If you successfully drove them away, then what do you need my help for?” Wufei asked, trying to make his tone sound questioning rather than rude.

“Actually, we only managed to avoid the buyers who came with cheque books in hand; the robbers are a different matter entirely.”

A muffled moan to his left made Wufei turn to glance at Tong, who was frowning at Lam, looking fully disapproving. “Lam shi-” he began, but was cut off by a wave of the elderly man’s hand.

“Of course, of course,” Lam said. “I’m not to bother the young, rational thinkers of this day and age with my old superstitions.”

Wufei wondered what that was supposed to mean. Though he couldn’t fathom it himself, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he wasn’t going to like it much either way.

“Ah, at last, the main house.”

The building was obviously well cared for, as its arching roofs and parts of the walls looked newer than the rest of the buildings, and it smelt like a place fit for living, rather than the musty, damp air of the smaller buildings. The main doors caught his attention however, as they were decorated with fabulous carved panels that made one large image when they were closed. A roaring dragon snarled outwards at anyone who approached, and the detail was so fine even the scales along the snout were present.

“It is magnificent, isn’t it?” Lam said, noting the boy’s wide-eyed stare. “The shen long has long been the guardian of the Long clan; there are a great number of stories about it in the family archives that were left behind here. Indeed, it has long been the main focus of my studies.”

“It has wings,” Wufei remarked dryly.

The old man blinked, looking confused. They both turned to look at the carving once more, eyes taking in the par of huge wings emerging from the creatures spine.

“Shen long do not have wings,” Wufei told him matter-of-factly. “This carving is incorrect. None of the statues we had on L5 showed dragons with wings either.”

Lam smiled at that. “This carving was commissioned by Chang Cho, a distant relative of yours, some five hundred years ago.”

Wufei felt a prickle of annoyance. It was just his luck that a Chang had ordered this huge mistake to be placed on the main doors. “That onna clearly didn’t know what she was doing then,” Wufei remarked, and brushed past the old man to start up the stairs and into the main house.

“I believe she was thinking about it logically,” Lam replied mildly. “Biologically speaking, that carving is much more accurate to life. Or at least, that is what her journal states.”

“Dragons do not exist,” Wufei said. “What does it matter whether it is more correct or not?”

The old man didn’t answer, though the smile never left his face.

- - -

Preventer Agency, L1

“Are you sure we did the right thing, setting him up like that?” the blond-haired teen on the phone screen asked, his blue eyes narrowed in worry.

“Don’t sweat in Quat,” Duo told him, leaning back in his chair and swinging his boots up onto the desk in front of him. “Wu-ma was in serious need of a holiday and what better place to do it than in China? I’m actually quite envious. I wish my holiday leave was coming up soon. Then I’d drag Heero with me, and we could come get you and then visit Trowa at the circus.” The brunette paused to think for a second, before asking: “Actually, where is the troupe now? Somewhere in Germany?”

“That’s right,” Quatre said with a distant smile. “It might be nice to go see Trowa…”

“When was the last time you saw him?” Duo queried, noting how down his friend seemed.

He didn’t always realise how lucky he was, having Heero in the Preventers with him. Sure, they usually worked completely different shifts, but he could wander over to Heero’s office just down the hall any time he liked, and the weekends they could spend together if they didn’t have a mission scheduled. But for Quatre, stuck on L3, and Trowa, travelling on Earth with the circus, time together was a rare luxury.

“Ah, well, not in person for two months I suppose,” Quatre replied. “But we talk on the phone almost every day when we have time.”

“Have you ever thought about just jacking in work one weekend and taking a shuttle down there?” Duo said. “Surely you’ve got a bunch of lackeys you can make work in your place?”

“Duo!” Quatre scolded. “I can’t give the give that sort of impression to the people I work with! What we’re doing on L3 is very important, and besides, even if I did go down, Trowa would be-”

Duo turned away from the monitor curiously as his ears caught the sound of movement outside his office. His eyes flickered down to the bottom of the door, but it was impossible to see if there was someone stood on the other side of it. At this late hour, his office was one of the few with its lights still on, whilst all the corridors were pitch black. To be honest, the Agency gave Duo the creeps at night, but a free phone call was a free phone call, especially on long distant calls. Besides from that, he had a dozen files to sort through if he didn’t want Heero on his back about being unorganised.

“Is something wrong?” Quatre asked suddenly, startling him from his thoughts about the odd noise he had heard.

Duo swung his feet off the desk, still staring at the door jam. “Don’t sweat it Q-ball. I just thought I heard something outside is all. Who knows, it’s probably Une out to get me for abusing my phone privileges. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Alright,” Quatre said with a smile at the joke.

Duo crossed towards the door, his feet making no noise as he moved across the soft carpet. As he turned the door knob though it squeaked a little in his hands and he frowned, mourning the loss of his stealth skills. Surely Une could find more missions like that for him? Something challenging! Like… One gundam pilot against a base of over a hundred armed men, with only a toothpick and the elastic from his underwear to help him get through security…

There was nobody stood behind the door when Duo pulled it open, and the corridor was dark. Directly opposite from his, there was another office, its door stood wide open.

His eyes flickered around, but he couldn’t see anyone. Maybe it was his imagination? After all, there wasn’t a criminal in the world stupid enough to sneak into the Preventer building.

“Duo? What did you find?” Quatre’s voice asked, echoing across the room.

Duo turned back towards his phone, calling loudly enough for the speakers to pick up his voice. “Nothing Q-ball, it’s just me. Nerves of a gundam pilot and all. I could do with a good mission to get it out my system. Hey, what do you think to me asking Une for something like this: me verses a hundred armed men wi-”

Duo never got to finish the sentence. It was a shame, because he was betting his joke would have either made the other boy laugh or blush, and either way it would have taken his mind off Trowa for a little while.

On his desk, a photo frame shattered around about the same time a sharp pain erupted in his chest. He looked down slowly, a hand coming up to touch at the stain of red that was rapidly forming there.

“Duo?” Quatre’s voice asked. The video screen was pointing the other way, and Duo was quite glad, because seeing one of his friends with a hole going right through his chest would do the complete opposite of cheering him up.

“What was that noise? DUO!”

- - -

Long Clan Compound, China

Wufei shut his phone with a snap.

No signal, he thought moodily. Is that even possible on top of a mountain?

He had spent the night in the main house with a small number of other people who had come to fend off any night-time intruders. It was insufferable to watch them submit to some doctrine that was over a hundred years old and laid upon them by the Long clan. Surely they missed their homes at the bottom of the mountain? Wasn’t it annoying having to make so many trips up and down in their rickety little jeeps? Even worse, Wufei was sure that in any other circumstance, he would probably have admired their dedication.

Just not in this.

He’d worked hard during the war to suppress his feelings about the death of L5, but this place was digging them up, one by one, and weakening his resolve to keep moving onwards without looking back.

That was his goal now, to stop thinking on the past, and work for a better time. In peace.

“No signal?” Tang confirmed as Wufei re-entered the main house. “Nobody can get one up here in the compound. It works better outside, if you go up the peak a little more, or into the woods.”

“I’ll bear that in mind,” he replied, putting it away into his pocket. “Where is Lam? Just what does he want me to do about these burglars?”

“I’m not sure,” Tang confessed. “I doubt we’ll get any more.”

Wufei looked at him curiously. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, after what happened to the last two…” Tong trailed off a little uncertainly.

“And just what did happen?” Wufei demanded.

“We’re not sure. Rather, none of us except for Lam shi.” The older man shrugged. “They were searching in the family shrine for anything valuable, when they claim they were attacked by something huge and red. It was their screams that alerted us to the fact there were robbers here.”

Wufei frowned. Something big and red…? “Why would we get robbers now anyway? This place has stood around for years, correct?”

“That’s right,” Tang confirmed. “Under questioning, the two men confessed that they were working for one of the men who had been pressing us to sell the property. With the Long clan dead, they claimed that it would be better for us to sell out, especially seeing as how we would no longer receive any funding from the clan on L5.”

Wufei tried not to wince at the reminder. “You never properly answered my question yesterday. Why didn’t you sell out? Especially if you were being pressured by all these people?”

“It was Lam shi like I said,” Tang told him. “He made an argument our clan heads couldn’t dispute, and funded quite a bit of the upkeeping of this place by himself. If you want to know why I suggest you ask him.”

There’s something going on here that I’m not being told, Wufei thought, struggling to supress a grimance. So much for that cursed Maxwell’s idea of a holiday!

“At this time of day he’ll probably be around the shrine,” Tang said. “He’s been there for days since the two men said they saw something in the crawl space behind the altar. They sure were persistent, I’ll give them that. You have to head through on your hands and knees for at least fifteen minutes before it gets any bigger. Apparently, you can stand up after that. That’s where they saw, well, whatever it was.”

“My orders, sir?”

Bird song filtered down the phone line and into the large office.

“Where are you now?” the man asked.

“I am currently outside the Long compound. Awaiting orders.”

“What seems to be the status of 05?”

There was a pause before the man on the other end of the phone replied. “He doesn’t appear to be aware of 02’s accident,” he said. “The phone signal is poor up here, it is unlikely that any phonecalls have made it through.”

“Then your orders are simple. Dispatch 05 at once. Perhaps with a little more finesse than your partner used on 02. I want proof of death this time.”

“Of course sir.”

- - -

When Wufei finally found Lam, half of him was hidden in a hole in a wall. A woman was stood nearby, a clipboard in hand, with which she was making rapid notes from the inscriptions on various scrolls hung across the walls of the old ancestral temple. He stood and watched for a short while, his nose filled with the scent of the offerings placed on the altar, all of which looked fresh.

After a moment, Wufei simply asked, “Why did you want me here?”

Lam came slowly out of the crawl space and stood up, wiping his hands together. “I thought I might need you for this.”

Wufei felt a stab of annoyance. “Tang told me that something big and red scared away the burglars. Do you know what it was?”

“I do,” the man confirmed with a smile.

“Well? What was it then?”

“Shen long.”

The answer was simple and short.

Wufei stared at him for a long moment. “Shen long? My Gundam? Yet, to the best of my knowledge, it is no more.”

“Of course,” the old man said, waving him off. “You had a Gundam with that name. But I am not talking about that. I am referring to the namesake of the Long clan. The family guardian, a red and gold dragon.”

“You think a dragon scared off those would-be thieves?” Wufei asked slowly, hoping he had misunderstood what the old man was trying to tell him.

“That is what I am saying,” Lam replied, positively beaming with delight. “Ever since I first heard the stories about Cho Chang, a woman from five hundred years ago who brought one back to the clan. Only five hundred years ago! Though they had only began to dream up the ideas of colonies in space back then, they were still all men and women of science! And a dragon legend amongst it all!”

Wufei stared at him, assessing his words. “I’m afraid I don’t see the connection.”

Lam shook his head. “I’ve studied it for years. The story. It’s fascinating. The story goes that when the woman died, the dragon sealed itself away in the mountain, to be called upon when the clan was in grave danger. I had no idea if this was possible, but then those men discovered this hole, and saw some creature inside of it.

“I knew at once I had to contact you. The only survivor from L5, perhaps you could achieve something I had not now that I knew where to find the shen long.”

Wufei fought to keep his temper in check. What rubbish! He fumed. A dragon to protect the clan? Then where was it when we needed it? But to honestly think, I was called out to this place for that!

With a start, Wufei realised Lam was still speaking. “Can you imagine it? A dragon! A real dragon!”The old man reached forward as if to grab the teen’s arm.

“You’re completely insane,” Wufei told him coldly. “Don’t come anywhere near me.”

Turning, he headed towards the entrance of the shrine as quickly as he could.

“Where are you going?”the old man called after him, almost desperately.

“To make a phone call.”

- - -

The minute Wufei reached the thinner trees on the mountain above the ancestral shrine, his phone began to buzz furiously. Twelve missed calls? he wondered in alarm, recognising the numbers of Trowa, Quatre and Heero respectively. The last call was from Heero, and he quickly pressed redial, wondering what had happened.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t noticed that Duo’s number was oddly absent.

After a few long moment the phone was suddenly answered on the other end. “Chang,” Heero greeted.

Wufei blinked. Heero’s tone was… odd.

“Status?” came the immediate demand, and Wufei felt the first stirrings of genuine worry.

“I’m in the middle of nowhere Yuy, I’m perfectly fine. Now what’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence before Yuy replied. “02 was shot through the chest last night.”

At once it seemed as if the ground had dropped out from under him. Only a moment ago, he had been preparing himself to yell at that same teen, for sending him out to this awful place, where everyone was completely insane. But now-

“Is Maxwell all right?”

“He is currently in critical condition. They’re still working on him even now.”

That explained the odd voice. Yuy didn’t want to think it was Maxwell undergoing surgery at this very minute. Couldn’t bare to think it. Neither could he even, but he could only imagine what it felt like for Heero. He was distancing himself from the situation- Maxwell was 02 again, just another pilot, not a friend, and certainly not a boyfriend.

“How did this happen?” Wufei asked. “I wasn’t aware he was working on any missions right now.”

“He wasn’t,” Yuy answered. “It was an assassination attempt within the Preventer building.”

“In the agency?!” Wufei repeated incredulously. The audacity of that assassin.

On the other end of the phone, another voice could suddenly be heard. “Is that Wufei?”

Quatre, Wufei realised in surprise. He got there very quickly.

“Hnn,” Heero confirmed, and there was a moment before suddenly the blond teen had taken control of the phone.

“Wufei!”

“Winner,” Chang greeted. “What is going on up there?”

“Maxwell is in surgery at the moment,” Quatre told him, sounding tired and drawn with worry. “Somebody managed to infiltrate the Preventer headquarters and shoot him while he was still in the office. He was on the phone to me at the time. I was worried when he didn’t reply, and I phoned security to check on him.”

“That probably saved his life,” Wufei told him.

“I shouldn’t have kept him on the phone so long in the first place,” Quatre replied. He paused before saying, “You have to be careful. We’re uncertain whether this was a one off attack or not. I’ve already contacted Trowa and he’s on his way, but we were worried when we couldn’t get in touch with you.”

“I’ll come straight away,” Wufei told him. “Keep an eye on Yuy until I get there.”

“Of course,” Winner replied, sounding relieved.

“I’ll arrange a flight the minute I get off this cursed mountain,” Wufei told him. “Hopefully I’ll be there by-”

Wufei felt a sudden flair of pain, and the phone display exploded outwards even as he held it to his ear.

- - -

Medical Floor, Preventer Agency, L1

Quatre squeezed his hand round Heero’s phone tightly as the dial tone filled his ear suddenly.

“Wufei?” he asked, repressing the way his words almost shook.

There was no reply, but then he really didn’t expect one. He moved the mobile away from his ear and stared at it for a long minute.

“Is something wrong?” Heero asked, from where he was stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the operating theatre doors.

“It’s Wufei,” Quatre said.

Heero turned to glance at him sharply, and even though his face remained blank, Quatre felt the suddenly flair of panic that rocked through Heero’s emotions.

“We just lost Wufei.”

Hmm, Quatre’s having a really bad day when it comes to phone calls. Now, a few things to say:

1. Harry and Cho, though linked in a way you will discover in chapter 2, were never an item of any kind in this story after Book 7- DH.

2. My knowledge of Chinese culture is limited. Please, allow me to take a liberty and say it has simply changed over 500 years or so.

3. The compound isn’t 500 years old. Well, not all of it. It grew and developed until it was abandoned when the Long clan were forced into space.

4. Sorry if Wufei seems a little angsty. I just thought- hey, nothing worse that the place all your ancestors used to live to drag up memories about a lot of deaths on your conscience. The angst gets better, I promise. Hah hah, well, except for all the shooting and er, death and stuff…

5. Yes, Lam is a nutcase. But he is a correct nutcase. He comes up again in the future so bare with him please!

Now, this was along first chapter. In fact, I combined one and two together in the end. So, please be patient while I do my exams before I release the next chapter. Which would be three but is now two… Ah… But, but, Wufei meets Harry. And I don't mean at the end. I mean, fifth paragraph or so. So, yeah, that might make those of you who are bigger HP fans happy after this GW only chapter.

Thanks for reading!