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(what a lot of sense it would make with all that taken out,
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permission. Thanks. Onward.
WARNING: The following story contains yaoi (slash)
implications -that's boy/boy ...oh, and for the yaoi fans:
this fic also contains male/female ..eww... ^_^ (j/k)
Implied "couples": 2+1, R+1, 3+4(4+3), 5+13
Uninvited
by-Karma-chan
December 24, AC 197
One Year. Things had been peaceful for one year. That
is what most people had on their minds as they drank, talked,
laughed, reminisced, and complimented Relena on the wonderful
party.
Wufei wasn't most people. Two years. He'd been
tormenting himself for two years. He'd felt lost for two
years. He'd tried everything, but just couldn't come to
terms with his own feelings. For two years.
So, he stood in a dark corner, and watched the
festivities with flat eyes. He was nursing a glass of
something he thought he would never touch, but tonight had
felt like he needed - badly. His eyes flickered from one
group to the next. How could they be so happy? Was it that
easy? Like flipping a switch? It was if the horrible war
had never happened. As if no one had died. As if none of
them had killed.
He sighed as his eyes landed on Quatre and Trowa. Those
two had become nearly inseparable over the last year.
Catherine was standing slightly behind them, speaking with
Dorothy Catalonia, of all people. Trowa's 'sister' said
something that made Dorothy raise an eyebrow, and Wufei had to
turn away.
He found himself looking at Relena, who was smiling for
all she was worth at some former OZ members. At that moment,
new arrivals were being announced, and Relena's eyes lept
to the entryway with something akin to hope. Wufei allowed
his own gaze to follow, and watched as Sally Po and Lady Une
entered. He looked back to Relena, and found the girl chatting
merrily away with her circle, though something seemed to be
off. Her smile was the same, but her eyes held something
that seemed vaguely familiar.
He felt a sympathic tug in his heart, and was forced
to avert his eyes once again. This time they landed on a
wildly gesturing Duo Maxwell. The ex-pilot was standing
amongst a group of men, and seemed to be discussing past
battles. After a few seconds of watching, Wufei was positive
that past battles was the topic of discussion. Duo's gestures
were easily read, and so was his mouth. Wufei smirked.
The boy still couldn't shut up.
As if sensing someone watching him, Duo jerked his head
up and looked around. His eyes met Wufei's, and something
passed between them. Duo broke the connection, and Wufei
watched the hyper teenager say a few more lines to the
gathering before walking away. Straight towards his dark
corner.
Wufei found himself shrinking back, hoping against hope
that Duo was not headed his way, but knowing that he was.
"Heya, Wu-man!" Duo was as enthusiastic as ever.
"Maxwell. Do not call me that."
"Hmph. Well, at least _that_ hasn't changed." The
braided boy looked Wufei over, his meaning clear. Something
had changed. The Chinese man looked away, uncomfortable
with Duo's knowing gaze. So, the subject was changed - for
now, at least. "Nice party, man, isn't it?"
Wufei turned his head around to regard the American
once again. "_You_ seem to be enjoying it."
"Good."
"Eh?" Wufei's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
"I mean, good. Wouldn't want Queeny to think her party
sucked." Duo's eyes lazily moved to where Relena was still
chatting with the group of ex-soldiers.
Wufei followed his gaze, then turned back to regard the
boy beside him. He was startled to see that Duo's eyes held
that same familiar...something that Relena's did. He blinked
and found himself regarding a man...not a boy. And, his
defenses broke. Just a little. He wanted to say something.
Share something. Maxwell had shared something with him without
really speaking, but he needed to let it out.
"How...I just don't understand."
"What?" Duo turned back to face his comrade.
Wufei stared deep into violet eyes, eyes that seemed to
hold so much understanding, if only he could reach it. He
turned back to face the crowds, and gestured slightly. "Them.
They are so happy."
Duo sighed. "I suppose they are. At least, some of
them." His gaze lingered over Relena once again.
"And some of them aren't?"
"Some of them. And some of them could be happier."
The braided man turned and found himself staring into dark eyes.
"Yes, I think some of them could." Wufei turned away
again. He scanned the crowd, as if looking for someone.
"Everyone's here."
"What?"
Duo sighed. "I said, everyone's here." He grasped the
Chinese man by the shoulder. Wufei automatically swung his
head around, and met Duo's eyes. "And I meant it. _Everyone_
is here. Invited or not. Physically or not."
Wufei felt impending doom. Duo was dangerously close
to something he didn't want to speak about. Not yet. So,
he sucked in his breath, closed his eyes, and turned the
tables. Opening his eyes slowly, he let his question
rush out with his breath. "You loved him, didn't you?"
Duo pulled back sharply. He turned towards the
crowds, eyes scanning fiercely. Wufei watched in dismay
as the American stalked out into the crowd. Before he could
decide to follow him, however, the braided man was back
at his side, slamming down a drink.
Duo wiped his mouth after he finished the drink, then
leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. After a few
moments, he opened his eyes and stared blankly ahead. "Yes."
WuFei let the air escape his lungs, then blinked
as he realized he'd been holding his breath. His mind
was working in overdrive, but before it had finished
calculating the best course of action, the next question
slipped out. "Do you still?"
Duo turned and regarded the Chinese man. "Since
when were you the prying sort, Wu-man?"
"I..." Wufei trailed, then blushed. He was too
stunned by his own audacity to even complain about Duo's
abuse of his name.
They stood in silence for a few minutes, then
Duo spoke. His voice was a mere whisper, but Wufei
heard him clearly. "I've asked myself that so many
times. The answer isn't easy. I know what I felt
then. But, I've changed. And even though there aren't
many who could imagine the perfect soldier changing, I
know he could. And I'm sure he has. But, I loved him
for what I saw in him. What he was, and the potential
beneath. I could easily love him still, I know. Then
again, we both may have changed in ways that wouldn't
work." The American sighed, then turned his gaze
back towards the crowd. "He's not here, though. Not
phsyically..."
"No...not physically." Wufei glanced back
towards Relena, then turned his gaze to his fellow
ex-pilot once again. Duo seemed to be in a trance,
but only for a moment. The braided teen shook his
head, and turned back to face his friend.
"You loved him, didn't you?" Wufei felt
himself on the receiving end of the seemingly
simple question. He felt his face burn, and turned
his head to hide his reaction from Duo.
"I...he...it's..." Wufei took a deep
breath and tried again. Maxwell had answered him,
and now it was his turn. "He was the enemy. I killed
him. And now ..."
"You aren't answering the question, Wufei."
This caused the Chinese man to blush further.
He looked up, scanning the crowd with unseen
eyes. As he looked quickly around, he saw a familiar
frame from the corner of his eye. He looked back.
Gone.
"He haunts me, still."
***(flash scenes)***
Wufei breathed heavily as he regarded the point
of the sword before him. He let his eyes wander up
the sword to the hand that held it, then up the arm,
and finally found himself looking into the eyes of
his enemy. Those eyes. So intense. Studying the
small teen. He wanted to shut his own eyes in a
vain attempt to hide himself. He felt as though
his very soul was on display.
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
**
Wufei cursed as his hand scraped against the
stone wall. Did these places keep getting harder
to sneak into, or was his mind playing tricks on him?
Finally pulling himself up to the balcony, he let
out the breath he'd been holding. He saw a shadowy
form through the curtained glass doors before him.
His target.
Like any hotblooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
**
Wufei smiled at the antics of his fellow
pilots. They had met to discuss an upcoming
mission, but Duo had quickly seized the opportunity
to have a bit of fun. It was a beautiful day, and
they were allowed some play time, surely. He
nearly laughed aloud as Duo tried to drag Heero
over to the fountain where Trowa and Quatre were
sitting. He and the perfect soldier were the only dry
ones among the group. Wufei sighed. He suddenly
felt so alone.
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
**
Wufei's eyes narrowed as he read the recent
communication. So, the former leader had found
his time. He had waited out his exile and pounced
upon the unsuspecting. Nothing less could be
expected.
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
**
Wufei shivered as he listened to the report.
An encounter between two ex-comrades.
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd meet shepherd
That woman had saved him.
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
**
"...one of the few who could understand me."
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
"...my eternal friend..."
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
Wufei watched in shock. It was as if he
was outside his own body. Outside his own
Gundam. Outside of everything. Somewhere
without time. And movements were like
syrup. His staff. His.
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
And a great explosion.
**(end flashes)**
Wufei felt something wet against his
cheek, then blinked in dismay as he realized
he was crying.
"Wu-man, you okay?" Duo's voice cut
through the remainder of the haze surrounding
the Chinese teen. Wufei turned to look at
Duo and found himself staring into the American's
eyes. Those eyes. So intense. And it came
back to him in a rush. Images becoming faster
and faster. A happy couple, a raised eyebrow, a
generous smile, a hopeful glance, a wild gesture,
and the fire of passion. All with a void. Until
all became one.
Wufei slowly looked around the room. There
were so many parts, and yet it was all one. And
with the whole came parts of the uninvited. He
finally knew the answer.
"Yes."
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
~End~
Notes: My first 100% serious finished fic. The
rest are just cracked out ramblings. :) Reviews
most welcome. Let's see..as with all my fics, it's
my universe, so please leave technicalities be.
Gee, Wufei's "moment" lasted for a couple o' years.
Sucks, ne? Which leads to: what question did he
answer? I hope it was obvious.
~Karma-chan