Oi minna-san! =^_^= I haven't written in a while...well I won't be writing now either, I'm just doing the disclaimer. This is aaaaaall Wufei's fic! Disclaimer: Shinigami Baby doesn't own Gundam Wing, neither does Wufei. Warnings? *winks* What do you think? Shounen-ai! =^_^= Yay! You know, I don't know why that should constitute a warning. It should be more of a... what's the word I'm looking for here? AH! More of a lure than a warning! Yeah! Anyway, without further ado, Wu-chan!
New Years: Wufei's part
by Chang Wufei... with that weakling onna Shinigami Baby
After the war, times became rather boring. I guess that's why shortly after Libra, I joined Mariemeia Khushrenada, then the Preventers. But now... now I think I'm almost happy. I live alone in a small, but comfortable apartment. I don't live very far from work, so I can easily get there on foot. A quiet neighborhood, a good, steady job that commands respect. Yes... I think I am happy.
Maybe a little lonely from time to time. But happy.
I think.
Sure, maybe I almost look forward to Quatre's stupid little parties, or if Trowa's circus will stop in any nearby towns... or maybe if I see a flash of Heero's face in the newspaper, or on the television, standing closely to Peacecraft as her bodyguard. Or Duo's lovely 3 A.M. phone calls.
Who am I kidding? I hate being alone. I'm not happy... I'm miserable. And I almost... dare I think it... miss them. They're more than comrades. These men are my friends.
I look at the bottle lodged in my hand and sigh. I hate alcohol and how it distorts your reality, making you think things you most certainly wouldn't if sober. But I can't help but ponder this... would I be thinking about my self-proclaimed "loneliness" if I were sober?
Yes.
I heave a sigh and try to stand, with the aide of the recliner's soft, plushy arms. Staggering, but still on both feet, I slowly make my way to the kitchen where I dispose of the rest of the bottled liquor. As the bottle empties, the phone rings obnoxiously. Squinting, I can barely make out the large neon green numbers on the alarm clock beside the pull-out couch. It's 3 A.M. I reach over for the phone and mutter a greeting.
"Nihao..."
"Hey Wu-man! I didn't wake ya, did I?"
It's Duo. Trying not to smile, I reply.
"No, Duo. I've been awake. Why are you calling so late?" I ask, stretching.
"Um... it's not that late at all. Infact, it's only 8. Why? What time is it over where you're at?"
"Duo... you always call at this time at least twice a week. It's 3 o'clock in the godamn morning." I'm trying my best not to sound angry. I'm really not. I'm actually quite pleased he's called me. Like I always am.
"You're so pleasant, Wufei. I admire that in you, really."
Sarcastic bastard.
I suppress a yawn. "Duo, what do you want?"
"Just wanted to say hi and see how things are going."
"Things are fine, if not a little lon... ehh things are just fine, Duo." I lie.
I can almost hear Duo make a face over the phone. He's concerned. As always. "Say Wufei?"
"What is it, Duo?"
"When do you get a vacation from work?"
I blink. Just what is he getting at? "From the 23rd to the 4th, Duo. Why?"
"Are you going anywhere?"
I'm trying to think. "Doesn't Quatre have that ridiculous party on the night of the 31st?"
Duo sighs. "It's called New Year's Eve... so are you going?"
"Maybe." I always say 'maybe', but I always show up. "Why?"
"I'm gonna come down to see you. Later."
Listening to the dial tone, I can't help but wonder... Why was Duo so abrupt on that? Is he up to something? Or is he just lonely like myself?
Duo? Lonely? He attracts people to him like bees on honey. He's always had that magnetic personality that just draws you toward him. It's something I can't really explain without sounding like I like him... Well, why not? He's very attractive... for a loud-mouthed American, anyway. His eyes are beautiful, his laugh is contagious... always there when I need hi... damn. I do like him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The three weeks couldn't go by fast enough before it was time for finals. I handed out the exams haphazardly and then drummed my fingers nervously on my podium until the last one was turned in. After quickly grading the exams, I shoved them in my briefcase and dismissed my class. Once I got home, minutes later, I quickly showered and cleaned the house the best I could before Duo showed up.
As I walk around my apartment, awaiting Duo's impending arrival, I survey the area for little things out of place, crooked picture frames, and the like. Although one can't tell by looking at him, Duo is quite the neat-freak. Dusting off a porcelain dragon, one of the many in my collection, the knock at the door grabs almost all of my attention. Startled, I drop it.
"Shit..."
"Wufeeeiii? Are you even home, man?" Duo shouts at my door.
"I'm home Duo, just come in..." I call to him.
Without hesitation, almost as if his hand was already on the doorknob and had it turned more than half-way, Duo steps into my house. And I'm kneeling on the floor surrounded by broken porcelain, staring at this handsome man like an idiot. Nataku... just when did he become so handsome anyway?
Duo stares back at me, an uncomfortable blush almost spreading his cheeks. He's as uncomfortable with this silence as I am. But... then again, Duo was never comfortable with silence anyway.
Being the one to kill the quiet (he always is, mind you), Duo loudly greets me in his unseemly manner.
"Oi Wu-man! Been a while, huh? It's been a real long time since we've seen each other in person. You look good with longer hair."
As he rambles on, I can only notice one thing. "Duo, your hair..."
He looks up, as if expecting to see it himself. "My hair? Oh yeah, guess I forgot to tell ya... I cut it all off!" He grins that joker's grin of his, and I can only help but smile back. He's infectious like that. Still, a lot of his hair is missing... it's not down to his rear end like it used to be. It barely reaches past his shoulders now.
"What happened?" I ask, gesturing to his head.
Duo shrugs. "Got tired of it, you know."
I arch an eyebrow. That'll do for now, I suppose. I can't believe that he simply got tired of it. That hair was his pride and he wouldn't cut it off for just any reason. Something must've happened.
"Ah." I respond, showing I was paying attention. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually.
End Part One
=^_^= Oooh Whaddya guys think, hmm? Part two's already on it's way, but I still like comments and stuff, so REVIEW! Please? I'll give you candy... *pleading look* Onegaaai? I'd like some suggestions, too! So don't be shy now! Jaa!!!
~Shinigami Baby~
New Years: Wufei's part
by Chang Wufei... with that weakling onna Shinigami Baby
After the war, times became rather boring. I guess that's why shortly after Libra, I joined Mariemeia Khushrenada, then the Preventers. But now... now I think I'm almost happy. I live alone in a small, but comfortable apartment. I don't live very far from work, so I can easily get there on foot. A quiet neighborhood, a good, steady job that commands respect. Yes... I think I am happy.
Maybe a little lonely from time to time. But happy.
I think.
Sure, maybe I almost look forward to Quatre's stupid little parties, or if Trowa's circus will stop in any nearby towns... or maybe if I see a flash of Heero's face in the newspaper, or on the television, standing closely to Peacecraft as her bodyguard. Or Duo's lovely 3 A.M. phone calls.
Who am I kidding? I hate being alone. I'm not happy... I'm miserable. And I almost... dare I think it... miss them. They're more than comrades. These men are my friends.
I look at the bottle lodged in my hand and sigh. I hate alcohol and how it distorts your reality, making you think things you most certainly wouldn't if sober. But I can't help but ponder this... would I be thinking about my self-proclaimed "loneliness" if I were sober?
Yes.
I heave a sigh and try to stand, with the aide of the recliner's soft, plushy arms. Staggering, but still on both feet, I slowly make my way to the kitchen where I dispose of the rest of the bottled liquor. As the bottle empties, the phone rings obnoxiously. Squinting, I can barely make out the large neon green numbers on the alarm clock beside the pull-out couch. It's 3 A.M. I reach over for the phone and mutter a greeting.
"Nihao..."
"Hey Wu-man! I didn't wake ya, did I?"
It's Duo. Trying not to smile, I reply.
"No, Duo. I've been awake. Why are you calling so late?" I ask, stretching.
"Um... it's not that late at all. Infact, it's only 8. Why? What time is it over where you're at?"
"Duo... you always call at this time at least twice a week. It's 3 o'clock in the godamn morning." I'm trying my best not to sound angry. I'm really not. I'm actually quite pleased he's called me. Like I always am.
"You're so pleasant, Wufei. I admire that in you, really."
Sarcastic bastard.
I suppress a yawn. "Duo, what do you want?"
"Just wanted to say hi and see how things are going."
"Things are fine, if not a little lon... ehh things are just fine, Duo." I lie.
I can almost hear Duo make a face over the phone. He's concerned. As always. "Say Wufei?"
"What is it, Duo?"
"When do you get a vacation from work?"
I blink. Just what is he getting at? "From the 23rd to the 4th, Duo. Why?"
"Are you going anywhere?"
I'm trying to think. "Doesn't Quatre have that ridiculous party on the night of the 31st?"
Duo sighs. "It's called New Year's Eve... so are you going?"
"Maybe." I always say 'maybe', but I always show up. "Why?"
"I'm gonna come down to see you. Later."
Listening to the dial tone, I can't help but wonder... Why was Duo so abrupt on that? Is he up to something? Or is he just lonely like myself?
Duo? Lonely? He attracts people to him like bees on honey. He's always had that magnetic personality that just draws you toward him. It's something I can't really explain without sounding like I like him... Well, why not? He's very attractive... for a loud-mouthed American, anyway. His eyes are beautiful, his laugh is contagious... always there when I need hi... damn. I do like him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The three weeks couldn't go by fast enough before it was time for finals. I handed out the exams haphazardly and then drummed my fingers nervously on my podium until the last one was turned in. After quickly grading the exams, I shoved them in my briefcase and dismissed my class. Once I got home, minutes later, I quickly showered and cleaned the house the best I could before Duo showed up.
As I walk around my apartment, awaiting Duo's impending arrival, I survey the area for little things out of place, crooked picture frames, and the like. Although one can't tell by looking at him, Duo is quite the neat-freak. Dusting off a porcelain dragon, one of the many in my collection, the knock at the door grabs almost all of my attention. Startled, I drop it.
"Shit..."
"Wufeeeiii? Are you even home, man?" Duo shouts at my door.
"I'm home Duo, just come in..." I call to him.
Without hesitation, almost as if his hand was already on the doorknob and had it turned more than half-way, Duo steps into my house. And I'm kneeling on the floor surrounded by broken porcelain, staring at this handsome man like an idiot. Nataku... just when did he become so handsome anyway?
Duo stares back at me, an uncomfortable blush almost spreading his cheeks. He's as uncomfortable with this silence as I am. But... then again, Duo was never comfortable with silence anyway.
Being the one to kill the quiet (he always is, mind you), Duo loudly greets me in his unseemly manner.
"Oi Wu-man! Been a while, huh? It's been a real long time since we've seen each other in person. You look good with longer hair."
As he rambles on, I can only notice one thing. "Duo, your hair..."
He looks up, as if expecting to see it himself. "My hair? Oh yeah, guess I forgot to tell ya... I cut it all off!" He grins that joker's grin of his, and I can only help but smile back. He's infectious like that. Still, a lot of his hair is missing... it's not down to his rear end like it used to be. It barely reaches past his shoulders now.
"What happened?" I ask, gesturing to his head.
Duo shrugs. "Got tired of it, you know."
I arch an eyebrow. That'll do for now, I suppose. I can't believe that he simply got tired of it. That hair was his pride and he wouldn't cut it off for just any reason. Something must've happened.
"Ah." I respond, showing I was paying attention. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually.
End Part One
=^_^= Oooh Whaddya guys think, hmm? Part two's already on it's way, but I still like comments and stuff, so REVIEW! Please? I'll give you candy... *pleading look* Onegaaai? I'd like some suggestions, too! So don't be shy now! Jaa!!!
~Shinigami Baby~