Duo disliked spending Chirstmas in Arabia, because there was no snow. Christmas without snow just wasn't Chirstmas for the American. It was a disappointing factor, yes, but he was glad he got to spend it with his four best friends. He already had a lot of gifts ready and set up for them underneeth the fake tree.
Although Duo had used the hated nickname, nothing returned to him from the other side of the door. Alarmed, Maxwell instantly entered without a second thought.
And found no one.
The room was bad barren. A futon was stacked neatly in the middle of the room, and as he examined it, he noticed that Wufei's beautiful white pants and green tank top where rolled up into balls on the mats, those odd chinese shoe slippers also there.
What led him quickly to believe and relise that Wufei was not there, was the fact this his katana, a dagger, and a note also lay here. Although he had an idea what he was going to read, Duo slowly picked up the note and openned the peice of paper, his hands trembling as he began to read.
When he was done, Duo found himself shaken- mentally, emotionally. How could Wufei just leave? He swore he'd stay for Chirstmas! And he never went back on his word- he was Chang Wufei, blasted all!
Standing in silence in the China-man's room there in the Winner mansion, Duo got to silently thinking over the first time they'd met, how each other's reactions had been, got to thinking of how he had, for some reason, always enjoyed the other's company so much.
It wasn't just because they had both lost everything they held dear. It was because the knew the other had lost everything, and subcontiously they wanted to comfort the other. Well, on Duo's part, it had been very much contious.
It was simply, he guessed, that their personalities were so diffrent from another- outward personalities, at least- that had brought them together and made them into friends and rivals.
"Wufei..I will never forgive you..if when you see me you, just walk away again." Duo Maxwell spoke suddenly, quietly to empty air, pain proceeding through his numb body. Wufei wants his blades back, well, Duo would get stronger just as Wufei had written, and he'd give his blades back- drive them right through his stomach if he didnt get a good reason for the idiot to run away from his promise.
The letter crumbled in his grasp, and the American shoved it in his pocket, turning around. He needed to tell the others where the dark haired pilot was- or rather, wasn't.