DISCLAIMER: ain't mine..........
Warnings: none

He hated that dream. And it always came right about this time, the anniversary of Meirian's death. It was persistent and heart-wrenching. Every year for fifteen years.

WuFei sat up in bed, gasping for breath. Sally slept on, oblivious of her husband's dreams. WuFei climbed out of bed, and pulled on a pajama top. He glanced once more at Sally then silently left the bedroom.
The house was dark as he walked through it. He paused to look in on the kids and continued walking. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going. He slipped some shoes on and walked out of the house. It had been raining a few hours ago and the grass was still wet. Heedless of the water, WuFei kept walking.
Not far from the house was a hill that he often went to. It reminded him of where he and Meirian had spent time, before her death. He had wanted her to be buried there, among the flowers she had loved so much. The clan master insisted that she be buried in the clan's official cemetery. Before the colony was destroyed, WuFei had walked to her grave everyday to put fresh flowers on her grave.
WuFei reached the top of the hill and lay down in the soaking grass. The skies had cleared and he could see the stars. His mind took him back to the first time he had actually dared to touch Meirian, and that, at first, was only to kiss her. He had been the most surprised by his show of emotions, but Meirian had taken the kiss much more seriously then he had.
The next day, he hadn't known how to act towards her. He felt he had shown her that he loved her the night before, but did she love him? He never got to ask, because she died that day. Died in the field where only a few hours ago they had promised themselves to each other. He could never bring himself to go back there.

WuFei heard a slight noise behind him. He jumped to his feet and turned around, angry that someone had broken in upon his memories. The person walked out of the mist that had risen, and WuFei felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Nataku?" he whispered the name that Meirian had insisted on being called. The girl before him was almost exactly the clone of Meirian. She was wearing the same style of clothes that Meirian wore, and her black hair was in two small ponytails at the nape of her neck.
"No, WuFei. I am not Nataku. I am her daughter."

To Be continued............


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