Hours passed as Wufei slept. The days, or months really, without proper relaxation caught up with him and for the first time in so long, no dreams came to him. No flashes of gunshots through the leaves, wondering if it was your men, or the enemy. Would he get shot? The image of eyes wide open and shot with a hint of redness, but without life. Just young men like him missing the rice paddies and city, the summer festival with its dark sky light vividly to celebrate lovers from centuries past. He went many times as a child and marveled at the story and that wonderful bridge that brought two souls together again. Now, it felt as if that bridge might be torn asunder. No one thought about love now.

With the sun now inching toward the horizon, he heard a faint noise. Soft, gentle even, it didn't startle him to full awakeness. For half a second, he saw tiny hands out of the corner of his eye, lit by a spring morning sun. From her hands, a dozen wildflowers tumbled down to land on his cheek. "Wufei. Big brother, Wufei!" He heard a faint tinkling laugh and he reached out, trying to capture the nymph he woke him. When he tried to though, the image shattered away.

Wufei sat up sharply, finding just how late in the day it had gotten. He also saw in an instant what woke him from his sleep. On the other side of the garden, Isamu just worked his way into the alcove, not yet close enough to have seen Wufei, so he pushed back the foliage to meeting Isamu's eyes first.

"...You returned..."