Migraine
by Nata-chan
Author's Notes: This is a little prequel to a Wufei-centric fic I'm in the process of, but just to get an idea of what you guys think, I'm posting this for now. So please PLEASE read and review!!! It makes a big difference!
Wufei slumped over in his desk, allowing his forehead to smack against the surface, although it profusly hurt already. "Kill me now...." he muttered aloud to the world. He had stopped trying to pretend his head didn't hurt about an hour ago. Now he just wanted it to end. Let the torment stop. He began beating his head against the desk. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. What. Is. With. Me. Today?
"Wufei, are you okay?" Sally stood over Wufei, her pretty blue eyes clouded with concern.
Wufei spoke but never looked up. "You still carry your gun around with you, don't you?"
"Of course," she said matter-of-factly. "Why?"
He looked up at her. "Shoot me. Shoot me now."
"Huh?"
Wufei sighed and slumped down on his desk again. Sally reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of asprin and dropped it next to his lifeless figure.
He took the bottle, looked at it for a second, and handed it back to her. "Thanks, doc, but I don't beleive in pain killers."
Sally scowled, frustrated. "You're as bad as Heero."
"No. Heero blows himself up for reasons that I don't even comprehend. I personally don't inflict pain upon myself, I merely deal with it."
"I see. Well, Wufei, I can't force you, but I'd advise you to take it easy. I know you think that sometimes you're the only one capable to handle situations, but trust me, the Preventers will not fall apart if Wufei is not on his guard for a whole day."
"You could have just shot me and spared me that whole story, you know....oWW!" Sally batted him with her purse on the head. Wufei clutched his throbbing temple. "You're mean!" he cried.
"I'm serious, too, Wufei. You're too hard on yourself sometimes. Give yourself a break," she she walked away to her own desk.
"Evil woman..." Wufei muttered under his breath. Well, the incompetant monkies at this office would not be able to run the Preventers if it were not for people like Wufei around, or so was his reasoning. Just the other day, for example, a co-worker had approached him, on her way to the copier. "The copier's broken," he had told her, but she waved her hand and continued walking. Wufei shrugged and went back to his seat. A few minutes later, he heard screaming from the copier room. When he arrived there, he found the foolish woman trying to make a copy, even as a prominant sign reading "OUT OF ORDER" was taped on. The entire room was submerged in a sea of papers, and the machine was only spitting out more. The woman didn't seem to notice this, though, and was bent over trying to figure out why on God's green Earth she couldn't make a copy.
But thinking about this only made his headache even worse.
by Nata-chan
Author's Notes: This is a little prequel to a Wufei-centric fic I'm in the process of, but just to get an idea of what you guys think, I'm posting this for now. So please PLEASE read and review!!! It makes a big difference!
Wufei slumped over in his desk, allowing his forehead to smack against the surface, although it profusly hurt already. "Kill me now...." he muttered aloud to the world. He had stopped trying to pretend his head didn't hurt about an hour ago. Now he just wanted it to end. Let the torment stop. He began beating his head against the desk. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. What. Is. With. Me. Today?
"Wufei, are you okay?" Sally stood over Wufei, her pretty blue eyes clouded with concern.
Wufei spoke but never looked up. "You still carry your gun around with you, don't you?"
"Of course," she said matter-of-factly. "Why?"
He looked up at her. "Shoot me. Shoot me now."
"Huh?"
Wufei sighed and slumped down on his desk again. Sally reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of asprin and dropped it next to his lifeless figure.
He took the bottle, looked at it for a second, and handed it back to her. "Thanks, doc, but I don't beleive in pain killers."
Sally scowled, frustrated. "You're as bad as Heero."
"No. Heero blows himself up for reasons that I don't even comprehend. I personally don't inflict pain upon myself, I merely deal with it."
"I see. Well, Wufei, I can't force you, but I'd advise you to take it easy. I know you think that sometimes you're the only one capable to handle situations, but trust me, the Preventers will not fall apart if Wufei is not on his guard for a whole day."
"You could have just shot me and spared me that whole story, you know....oWW!" Sally batted him with her purse on the head. Wufei clutched his throbbing temple. "You're mean!" he cried.
"I'm serious, too, Wufei. You're too hard on yourself sometimes. Give yourself a break," she she walked away to her own desk.
"Evil woman..." Wufei muttered under his breath. Well, the incompetant monkies at this office would not be able to run the Preventers if it were not for people like Wufei around, or so was his reasoning. Just the other day, for example, a co-worker had approached him, on her way to the copier. "The copier's broken," he had told her, but she waved her hand and continued walking. Wufei shrugged and went back to his seat. A few minutes later, he heard screaming from the copier room. When he arrived there, he found the foolish woman trying to make a copy, even as a prominant sign reading "OUT OF ORDER" was taped on. The entire room was submerged in a sea of papers, and the machine was only spitting out more. The woman didn't seem to notice this, though, and was bent over trying to figure out why on God's green Earth she couldn't make a copy.
But thinking about this only made his headache even worse.