readers (where have I heard/read this before?). I really am not
satisified with the ending, and wanted to turn it into a sorta romance
thing. Also put more background into the Wufei being... don't wanna
ruin the end. But, I'm not sure if should. Please include if you review
if I should continue or not. The majority out of ten shall be the
vote.. Also, I don't own Gundam Wing (*SOB*), so, no one sue for my
mother and father are both lawyers. Seriously. Anyway, enjoy reading!)
Reflections May Lie
"Heeyyy! WUFEI!" shouted Duo, waving his hand in front of Wufei's face
and looking at him curiously. "What the hell are you do - "
"KISAMA! If it wasn't that OBVIOUS, I am TRYING to meditate!' snapped
Wufei, glaring at the braided boy.
Duo laughed nervously and stepped back. "Um, well, yeah. I didn't know,
I'm not into that kinda crap,' he began, but was cut off once more by
Wufei.
"CRAP!? Kisama! This is not 'crap', it's an ancient Chinese method,
used in many other countries also!" Wufei shouted, standing up suddenly
with fists clenched.
"Eh, just don't beat me up," replied Duo nonchalantly, closing his eyes
and beaming at Wufei.
***
"Oww! JEEZE! Heero, be careful with that anti-whatever spray! It stings!"
wailed Duo, as Heero stood over him bandage ready.
"Stop complaining. You're a fifteen year old man, not a boy," replied Heero,
placing the bandage on the cut that he had on his cheek which Wufei had given
him after lunging for his sword. Of course, he didn't beat Duo up that bad,
they were allies. But he made sure that Duo wouldn't give him much lip anymore.
Duo whimpered, pouted, but said nothing in return to Heero. He only sighed, and
frowned. "God, what stick does he have up his ass, huh? I mean, one little insult
and the guy goes nuts on you! The man needs therapy and shit." grumbled Duo, rubbing
his cheek as Heero stepped away.
"It wasn't like you didn't deserve it, Wufei takes his meditation seriously," snorted
Heero, walking to the refridgerator to get some orange juice. They were in the middle
of a war here, but Heero always had time for orange juice. Sipping it lightly, Heero
continued, "Duo, can't you use your common sense once in a while? If Wufei was
sitting still, with his eyes closed, it was clear he didn't want company."
Duo sighed, and pulled at hair at the end of his braid. "I know... I just wanted to
talk to him. Why is he always so alone? Why won't he work with us, tell us what's
on his mind? Wait, why am I telling YOU this?"
Heero shrugged in response.
"I'm going to go talk to Quatre. He actually has advice!' muttered Duo as he left the
room and headed over to Quatre's.
***
"...Anyway, Quatre, do you think he's homesick for China? Maybe we could throw him a party!"
Duo suggested, after telling him his Wufei woes. That was the usual situation Duo suggested
for everything; someone upset, throw a party; someone worried, throw a party; Quatre sometimes
worried that if armageddon arrived, Duo would suggest a party.
Quatre laughed, and shook his head. "Duo, we can't. We hardly have time to eat, there is just no
way we could organize a party or throw one. You know we always have to be on the alert, although
a party would be nice," sighed Quatre, as he gave Duo a weak-hearted smile. "There'll be time
for that after the war,' the blonde continued, pouring himself some tea from a kettle he'd been
boiling.
"Yeah, but, we don't know when this war is gonna end! We never have any fuckin' time for
ourselves!' complained Duo, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Duo, watch your language. I know this war is hard, but it's a responsibility we have to accept,
okay? Why don't you go take a bath now, the tub is open," offered Quatre, smiling softly at the
braided pilot.
Sighing, Duo nodded and headed his way over to the bathroom. Quatre in baths! If someone was
upset, he'd tell them to go have a bath; it someone was worried, he'd tell them to go have a
bath; Duo sometimes worried that if God came down for the Judging, Quatre would suggest a bath.
***
Duo ran a hand through his hair as he finished undressing a put on a bathrobe. He was the only
one with one, as he had stolen it from a hotel a little while ago. He opened the door slowly,
knocked once just in case anybody was in, and then stepped in himself. He heard a splash from
the tub.
"Uh, uh, I'll be right out!" cried Wufei, as he jumped out of the tub, unaware that Duo had
entered.
Duo was shocked by what he saw. "Wu-wufei..." he gasped, his violet eyes wide.
Wufei had breasts.
Duo ran out as fast as he could, deciding that it was all his imagination. Maybe he'd had too
many parties recently.
***
Duo sat in his bed, the light breathing of Trowa beside him. What was it that he had seen?
Wufei couldn't have a bust, it couldn't be. He was a guy. He showed masculine behavior. He was
aggressive, no damn way he was a she. It was impossible! Maybe he was just really fat... or
something...
Duo still had his doubts.
***
"H-hey Wufei!" called Duo, running over to greet the Chinese pilot. Wufei said nothing in return,
just continued to read the newspaper. It had been two weeks since Duo had supposedly 'seen'
Wufei's breasts, but he had long sinced convinced himself his mind was playing tricks. They had
gone to battle last week, that usually meant they had a bit of rest while the troops of Oz
recuperated, along with them.
"Hey, Wufei!" Duo repeated, this time a little louder. Wufei gave him a sideways glance, as if
to acknowledge that he was listening, then returned to his paper. "Listen, I know you're homesick,
" began Duo, but a harsh glance from Wufei shut him up.
"Be quiet," Wufei replied coldly, before returning his eyes to his Chinese paper.
"No, I wanna help!" pleaded a eager Duo, tugging twice on Wufei's arm.
"I'm fine," was the simple reply. Wufei turned a page in his paper. He was about to continue his
reading when Duo snatched it, and squinted.
"How the hell do you read this stuff!?" he questioned, a puzzled look on his face.
Wufei snatched it back. "Go away!" he shooed, glaring at the smaller pilot.
"Oh, come on, lemme do something!" whimpered Duo, attempting to pout in a kawaii manner. It
failed.
"You could let me beat you with a stick," muttered Wufei to himself, turning another page.
"If that's what'll make you smile!" was the cheerful response.
Wufei banged his head on the table.
***
Quatre had left to pick up groceries. That left the boys to cook for themselves, a dangerous
thing.
"I can make hamburgers!" offered the American pilot, to be turned down by all the rest. Not
because hamburgers were necessarily a bad thing, but Duo's cooking skills left something to be
desired. The ability to be edible, for instance.
"I'm kosher," replied Heero with a shake of his head, an attempt at a joke.
Duo leaned over and whispered to Wufei, "Aren't burgers made outta cows?" Wufei rolled his eyes
in response.
"I'll make some salad," Wufei suggested instead, looking longingly at the knives.
"Eh heh... alright..." blinked Duo, who then brightened up. "I'll help!' he offered, and skipped
up to join Wufei at the cutting board.
The others shrugged. As long as it could be eaten. "Make it Caesar," requested Trowa as he left
to discuss plans of action with Heero.
"Duo, watch where you put your elbow!" bellowed Wufei.
"Eh heh, sorry!' Duo smiled merrily. He accidently elbowed Wufei once more, hard, in the center
of his chest. Wufei rolled his eyes; it seemed to be recurring frequently. However, the bump was
enough to send the knife sprawling over to Wufei's side of the cutting board, nicking his shirt
slightly, making a small cut in the fabric blue, thin fabric.
"Oh! JEEZE! Wufei, I'm so sorry! L-lemme see!" stammered Duo, rushing up.
"No, no! KISAMA! I'm alright, just back off!" snapped Wufei, but was unable to keep the smaller,
more nimble hands from pulling his shirt off.
Duo let out a soft gasp. "Oh. My. Lord." he gasped, taking a step away from Wufei. Wufei's eyes
watered as he tugged his shirt towards him to cover his chest.
"D-Duo... it's... it's not what you think," he stammered, his voice oddly feminine now; lighter,
uncanny, with less of the harsh growl within it. Wufei had a cloth wrapped around his chest,
making him seem flat, while he must've actually had breasts.
"Oh, my....my ....God ....Wufei...." whispered Duo, taking another step back. "You're ....you're
a she... aren't you?" Duo stuttered, looking Wufei up and down. "I need to go," he murmured,
then turned around and was about to run when Wufei grabbed him roughly.
"Duo... Duo... please don't tell. Please don't tell. My, my martial arts training will be cut off,
I have so much to learn from my master, I might not be allowed to be a pilot anymore. Please, please..."
Wufei pleaded, her dark eyes gazing into Duo's purple orbs.
"I - I won't. Just, keep yourself away, alright?" Duo replied, scared more of the chinese pilot
begging than anything else, and shrugged Wufei's hand off his shoulder. A now feminine looking
hand, to his mind's eye. Shaking his head, Duo walked away, his braid trailing behind him.