Author: Windy-chan
E-mail: WindyKotaa@aol.com
Archive: If you want it, just ask... ^^'
Pairings: 5+2, 4+3
Warnings: Shounen-ai
Category: Angst, romance... that sort of thing.
Notes: Ha ha! Finally got around to writing this! ^-^' Hmm... I'm not sure if I like this one or not. If you like it, tell me, and I shall continue... if not... well, no point in going on, is there? ^^' Really, do tell me what you think. ^-^ I love comments anyway!
Disclaimer: Um, they don't belong to me... merely getting some amusement out of them. ^^'
' '- Thoughts
Dark, brooding eyes stared up at the blank, cold ceiling, sleepless. A soft growl of annoyance was let loose and Wufei turned onto his side, shifting positions in his bed. How long he had been trying to fall asleep, he was unsure, but it was long enough to shorten his patience. Now ebony eyes stared at the featureless wall of their latest safehouse. Most vexing was the bothersome thought of how the object of his love and desire laid merely beyond that wall—
Wufei closed his eyes and shook his head violently. 'Forget it, Chang! He doesn't know... and gods forbid he ever does. Who knows what would happen if he found out... better off if he never does.'
"Stop brooding, you're giving me nightmares." Wufei stared at the unexpected voice, sitting up to stare at the small, blond Arabian standing in the deep shadow of his doorway.
"I'm sorry, Quatre... I didn't realize my emotions were that... loud," Wufei said in a rather sardonic tone. Quatre sighed, plopping himself down on the edge of Wufei's bed, careful not to sit on his feet.
"Alright, Wufei, what's wrong?" Quatre asked Wufei, his aqua gaze staring penetratingly into Wufei's own eyes, making him nervous.
"Quatre..."
"And don't try to avoid the question. Its for my own sanity as well as your own. Now *talk*!"
"You know, you can be a real ass at times, Winner," Wufei muttered. Again, Quatre sighed.
"Wufei... I just want to help. Really. Please? Something's bothering you... a lot. More so then usual. Can't you please let me help you?"
"I don't think you can..." Wufei said, feeling himself starting to give in to Quatre's persistence. 'I don't want to stay... alone... forever...'
"How can you know if you don't tell me?" Wufei remained silent, unable to open up. Quatre tried once more. "Its Duo, isn't it." *That* woke Wufei from his reverie.
"What?!" He stared at Quatre, shocked that he had managed to hit the problem on the nail. "How did you—"
"Know?" Quatre snorted. "You've only been mooning over him for the past three weeks. I do have Empathy, I can sense what you're feeling. I also have eyes. I'm not just some dumb blond, you know."
Wufei blushed furiously, shame making him look away. 'Was I really that transparent?' "Does anyone else know?" he whispered, dreading the answer.
"Well... Trowa, because... um..." Now it was Quatre's turn to blush.
"Because lovers rarely keep secrets," Wufei provided, if with a touch of bitterness.
Quatre coughed and continued. "Heero... well, you can never tell with Heero..." Quatre paused, unsure if he should continue.
"...And"
"And... well..."
"And Duo is totally oblivious..."
"Actually... he knows."
Wufei almost fell over, he was so astounded. Quatre's hand flew to his mouth as he tried to stiffle a laugh at the dumbfounded expression on the Chinese boy's golden face. Obsidian eyes glared at the blond.
"Glad you find this so amusing, Winner," he snarled.
Those angry words were like a splash of cold water on his face. He quickly composed himself. "Sorry."
"So... he knows?"
Quatre nodded slowly. "Duo knows. For how long, I can't be certain, but... he does know."
"I see..."
"So... you... you won't shock him. He... he returns your feelings, Wufei... but he's afraid to approach you."
"...Playing matchmaker, Winner?" Wufei asked dryly. Quatre shrugged.
"You're both my friends... I want you to be happy."
"I want to be alone for a while... I'll... think about your words, Quatre..." Quatre nodded and stood, walking to the door. Just before he closed it, he heard Wufei whisper softly, "Thank you..." Quatre smiled, closing the door.
'He knows... and returns my love? Can he... can we...?' Golden hands covered his face as he moaned softly. "Now what am I going to do...?"
-To be continued?