Gundam Wing Gone to Hell in a Fruits Basket

Chapter 1

The words in the report were blurring together. Holding the report in his left hand, Wufei put his right thumb to his right eye and right pointer finger to his left eye for two seconds, before running his hand down his face. He then pinched the bridge of his nose. After a moment of that, he tried to return to his report, only to see letters wondering across the page, like dancers would across a dance floor.

Wufei threw the report on the top of his desk. He had enough. He hadn't left his office for over forty-eight hours because of the incompetence of those around him. The rookies kept making mistakes that he had to clean up, and his superiors were not listening to any of his suggestions on how to make the situation any better.

Wufei leaned back in his chair, spinning it to a full 180 degree, so he could look out of the medium sized window behind him. The sun was out shining and he later swore that if he listened carefully, he could hear birds singing.

Wufei turned back around when he heard his office door open. One of his fellow employees was standing in the doorway, folder in hand. "No."

The young man balked for a second before he recovered. "You don't even know what I'm about to ask."

Wufei carefully eyed the man. "If it has anything to relate to that folder you're carrying, no." He then indicated the tall stack of folders on his desk that he had yet to get to. At least it was more manageable then it was two days ago.

The man held up the folder while slightly waving it. "Are you sure? It's right up your alley."

Wufei glared at the man. He knew that translated into that the young man didn't want to do the mission or didn't have time to do it. "Go ask someone else. I'm not interested."

The young man was about to protest when Wufei decided he had enough. He moved towards his computer to turn it off. He then got up and grabbed his jacket.

"Where are you going?" the man asked.

Wufei sized the man up before answering. "Home."

The young man looked appalled. "But it's only 10:30."

"And I've been living in this office for the past two days, dealing with the incompetence of those around me. Take the mission assigned to you, for I won't do it for you."

With that said, Wufei quickly ushered the man out of his office before leaving it himself. He then locked the door and headed down towards his car. He would not be returning today unless another war broke out, and then if only they really needed him.

The ride to his apartment was quick because there was no rush hour traffic to fight. Kicking off his shoes, Wufei made his way to his couch. He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes so he could relax. He never meant to take that three hour nap that sneaked up upon him.

The phone ringing brought him out of his slumber. During sometime during his nap, his torso slid to the side, causing the upper half of his body to be on the couch while his legs and feet were still off.

The phone ringing the second time brought Wufei out of his stupor. Reaching over, he picked up the handset. Quickly finding the on button, he put the phone to his ear. "Chang here."

The voice on the other end was trying not to snicker. "I'm surprised at you Fei. You're not at work. Don't tell me you're sick," teased the young male voice.

Wufei growled. "Maxwell, to what do I owe this pleasure?" He knew that no matter what he said, Maxwell would never stop using a nickname for him. At least it wasn't as bad as it used to be back during the wars. He was no longer Wu-bear or Wuffles or Wu-man. Fei he could handle. It was, after all, the last part to his name.

"Now that's the Fei I know and love," Duo joked before he got down to business. "Next week Hee-kun and I have been assigned a mission where you're at. Wanna hook up for dinner with us on Wednesday?"

Wufei let a small smile grace his lips. This only happened because no one was there to witness it and he would deny that it ever happened for many years to come. "How long are you staying?"

"At least two weeks, maybe a month. We plan on staying at a motel. No biggie."

Wufei smirked. "That's what you two get for being the best Preventers out there. Traveling around all the time and never staying in one place for too long."

"Aww… is Fei-kun jealous? Is he tired of being stuck behind a desk and filling out boring paperwork? Poor baby."

"Just for that, maybe I won't invite the two of you to stay here during your mission."

A brief silence filled the conversation before one could hear Duo say "A real bed, and real food? Please tell me this isn't a joke." Hope had filled his voice.

"Baka. Of course this isn't a joke."

"I'll talk to Hee-kun about it, but if we do stay, I insist that we help with the expenses."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Wufei knew how much Duo hated to take charity, whether it was needed for not. Duo would go out of his way to avoid it at all costs. "But promise not to go anywhere near my kitchen."

"Hey! I haven't started a fire in the past two months."

"That's only because Yuy hasn't let you near a kitchen."

"That's not funny Fei."

"Awe, did I hurt poor little Maxwell's feelings?" What Wufei wouldn't have given to see Maxwell's face at that.

Duo started to laugh. "Remind me that I need to call you more often. You're the only one who indulges me in these little spars anymore."

"That's because you actually have to fight to win."

Both knew that Wufei was right. Everyone else was either too easy to win against, didn't (or did in some cases but chose not to) have the wits to play the game, or they hardly ever talked.

"I'll call you later with our decision on where we're staying. Are you sure there is enough room for the both of us?"

"Maxwell, this is a three bedroom apartment. Granted one of those rooms are mine and another is an office, but I can clean that out for one of you while the other stays in the third room, that is, unless you two want to bunk together. Just try to keep the noise down."

"FEI! I can't believe that you just said that."

"Unfortunately, I've been picking up the Maxwell charm and tact."

"That's not funny, man."

"No, it's not." Wufei laughed at Duo's outrageous remark after that. "You better get going before Yuy thinks you're up to something, more so than normal."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll talk to ya later man. Take care."

"Bye." With that, the two hung up. Wufei walked to his kitchen to grab an apple before walking out to his balcony. While eating, he let his thoughts take him to the past and how he led a cursed life. Life was truly unfair to him.

Little did he know that it was also unfair to twelve other individuals.