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I would like to thank Tayles one more time:she and her muses are wonderfull with me.I love all of you!Thanks,thanks,thanks!Don't stop writing:my corrections can wait!
ShinigamiCar isn't happy:there isn't Sandrock!!!Poor car...she is a crazy fan too!
BREAKFAST
"Tea?" Quatre asked his boyfriend, looking at him and smiling.
"As much as you want," replied Trowa.
Duo opened the door.
"Good morning!" Quatre said, welcoming his friend.
"Hi Quatre," laughed the braided boy, looking at the blond with an amused expression.
"What's so funny?" asked Quatre.
"Your hair! My god, look at you! You look like you've had a pillow fight!"
Quatre glanced at Trowa, blushing.
Duo sat down, missing the exchanged glance. "Wow! Trowa, you look tired too! You've had a funny night, haven't you?"
The Heavyarms pilot turned his head to Duo and machined gun him with his look.
"Shinigami, shut up or I..."
He was interrupted by the sound of the door. Heero entered.
Silence.
All their looks turned to him.
Seeing the general embarrassment, Quatre, in his happiest voice, said, "Morning. Do you want a coffee? Or tea? Maybe just milk?"
"No... No thank you. I...am not hungry. It's ok. I...I..."
Without finishing his sentence he turned back and left the kitchen.
LUNCH
He was walking. The town was living around him, without him.
"You have to live by your feelings." A voice in his head. A voice of the past.
It seemed easy enough; but you had to know what your feelings were first. And Heero didn't know that. He didn't know what he wanted. What did he feel for Trowa? And, more importantly, what did he feel for Duo?
Thinking about Duo… he felt embarrassed. He didn't know what had happened the night before. The jealousy had made him crazy. Duo...his lips are so soft... he felt embarrassment...and maybe...desire... No! It couldn't be that! He just felt angry. Because of Trowa, because of Duo, because of feelings, because of himself. Anger. Fury.
And hunger. He hadn't had breakfast, and his stomach was protesting. He needed a place to eat.
Return to home... No, he couldn't do that. He didn't want to meet Duo.
A hand on his shoulder.
A black eyed boy. A Chinese face, never smiling.
"Wufei?"
Wufei never spent a lot of time with the others pilots. He came regularly, stayed a few days, and left. It had been two weeks since anybody had seen him.
"I have our new instructions."
"Wh ...what?"
"Come on. We are going to eat something."
A few minutes later, in an obscure corner of a café.
"Why don't they send the instructions as usual?" Heero didn't understand.
"OZ is searching for them. They are staying together in a hidden place; it didn't take long for me to find them. They gave me the instructions. It will be an important mission."
Wufei brought his coffee cup to his lips. Heero looked him, waiting.
"Trowa and Quatre are going to go to the base XV9; you and Duo to the base YV21; and I will hit the base X11-7. We are going to destroy these three bases at the same time and..."
Heero nodded, interrupting Wufei. "Yes, I understand. These bases are Central Telecommunications Bases. When we destroy them, communications are going to be stopped between all the bases in the vicinity."
"Exactly. And after we've destroyed the CTB, we are going to have to destroy the others bases in the area."
"Hn. But why we do we have to form a team?" Heero frowned at the thought of working in close conditions with the long haired boy that plagued his thoughts. "It is not necessary. I'm going to work alone."
Wufei shook his head sharply. "No. You can't."
Heero clenched his teeth, scowling at the Chinese boy, impatiently awaiting an explanation.
"The CTB XV9 andYV21 are isolated bases. You have to have two people: one person destroys the CTB itself while the other goes to another base. The soldier who destroys the CTB hasn't got the time to go to another base. It is very simple, Yuy."
"And for the X11-7?"
"There's three new bases near it. I have time to go to it and time to destroy it."
"Hn."
Wufei leaned back in his chair as Heero thought. After a long moment of thoughtful silence he prompted the Wing pilot.
"So?"
Heero raised cobalt eyes to the Chinese boy. He was going to regret this, he just knew it… "Mission accepted."
The Chinese boy gave a brief smile as he finished his coffee. He looked at Heero in silence for a moment before setting his cup down.
"Heero?"
"Hn?"
"There was somebody I once loved. I didn't spend a lot of time with her… Now, she is dead."
Heero looked him, surprised and not understanding this sudden quiet admission.
"A persons life is like a butterfly; so beautiful, but so fleeting. Think about that. Don't waste what time you have."
Wufei stood up, turning away as he left. Leaving Heero confused and troubled, and fighting with conflicting feelings. His eyes followed the Chinese boy's shadow as he disappeared.
DINNER
He couldn't stay out forever; he had to go home. And he had to see the others.
"Do not waste your time." An echo in his head. "A person's life is like a butterfly...so fleeting." A persons life. Duo's life. And Trowa's life.
Trowa. Duo. Wufei's words were scratched his heart. Pain. Death. Wufei's words were true, especially for soldiers. No. He didn't want to think about death. He was the perfect soldier, after all.
He opened the door. The living room was light and warm. He heard Quatre's clear laugh. And an American voice.
"Hey! Heero! We're waiting for you! Dinner is ready! And Wufei is here! And he has got our new instructions. There will be action! I'm glad: I was bored with this wait. Weren't you?"
"Hn."
Duo looked at Heero, smiled, and went to the kitchen.
"Heero, come on!" Quatre's voice.
During dinner Wufei gave them the instructions. Heero was eating silently, looking at his plate. The Chinese boy finished:
"So, I'm going to leave tomorrow. Quatre and Trowa, you should leave in two days. Heero and Duo, you stay here. The CTB operation is going to start in five days, at midnight. Any questions?"
The Heavyarms' pilot looked at the Chinese boy.
"Yes. During the mission we can't contact the other pilots, can we? To communicate is to say where we are; and where we attack. OZ won't communicate, but will be able to listen. And to send reinforcements."
Wufei, paused in his meal, thinking. "Mm…Yes, that's true. So the co-ordination has to be essential."
Heero saw Quatre look intensely at his boyfriend. The blonde's eyes showed fear. Not fear for his life. Just fear of losing Trowa.
"Life is fleeting...like butterfly." A voice in Heero's head. He turned his head to Duo, and looked him.
The braided boy caught his look and smiled. The perfect soldier stood up:
"Don't worry, Quatre."
He fixed his gaze on the blonde's worried blue eyes.
"Twenty-four hours after the beginning of this mission, everybody will be here, in this kitchen. It's going to be okay."
All looks were turned to him when he left the kitchen. Before he closed the door, he heard a clear voice say softly:
"Thank you, Heero".
I would like to thank Tayles one more time:she and her muses are wonderfull with me.I love all of you!Thanks,thanks,thanks!Don't stop writing:my corrections can wait!
ShinigamiCar isn't happy:there isn't Sandrock!!!Poor car...she is a crazy fan too!
BREAKFAST
"Tea?" Quatre asked his boyfriend, looking at him and smiling.
"As much as you want," replied Trowa.
Duo opened the door.
"Good morning!" Quatre said, welcoming his friend.
"Hi Quatre," laughed the braided boy, looking at the blond with an amused expression.
"What's so funny?" asked Quatre.
"Your hair! My god, look at you! You look like you've had a pillow fight!"
Quatre glanced at Trowa, blushing.
Duo sat down, missing the exchanged glance. "Wow! Trowa, you look tired too! You've had a funny night, haven't you?"
The Heavyarms pilot turned his head to Duo and machined gun him with his look.
"Shinigami, shut up or I..."
He was interrupted by the sound of the door. Heero entered.
Silence.
All their looks turned to him.
Seeing the general embarrassment, Quatre, in his happiest voice, said, "Morning. Do you want a coffee? Or tea? Maybe just milk?"
"No... No thank you. I...am not hungry. It's ok. I...I..."
Without finishing his sentence he turned back and left the kitchen.
LUNCH
He was walking. The town was living around him, without him.
"You have to live by your feelings." A voice in his head. A voice of the past.
It seemed easy enough; but you had to know what your feelings were first. And Heero didn't know that. He didn't know what he wanted. What did he feel for Trowa? And, more importantly, what did he feel for Duo?
Thinking about Duo… he felt embarrassed. He didn't know what had happened the night before. The jealousy had made him crazy. Duo...his lips are so soft... he felt embarrassment...and maybe...desire... No! It couldn't be that! He just felt angry. Because of Trowa, because of Duo, because of feelings, because of himself. Anger. Fury.
And hunger. He hadn't had breakfast, and his stomach was protesting. He needed a place to eat.
Return to home... No, he couldn't do that. He didn't want to meet Duo.
A hand on his shoulder.
A black eyed boy. A Chinese face, never smiling.
"Wufei?"
Wufei never spent a lot of time with the others pilots. He came regularly, stayed a few days, and left. It had been two weeks since anybody had seen him.
"I have our new instructions."
"Wh ...what?"
"Come on. We are going to eat something."
A few minutes later, in an obscure corner of a café.
"Why don't they send the instructions as usual?" Heero didn't understand.
"OZ is searching for them. They are staying together in a hidden place; it didn't take long for me to find them. They gave me the instructions. It will be an important mission."
Wufei brought his coffee cup to his lips. Heero looked him, waiting.
"Trowa and Quatre are going to go to the base XV9; you and Duo to the base YV21; and I will hit the base X11-7. We are going to destroy these three bases at the same time and..."
Heero nodded, interrupting Wufei. "Yes, I understand. These bases are Central Telecommunications Bases. When we destroy them, communications are going to be stopped between all the bases in the vicinity."
"Exactly. And after we've destroyed the CTB, we are going to have to destroy the others bases in the area."
"Hn. But why we do we have to form a team?" Heero frowned at the thought of working in close conditions with the long haired boy that plagued his thoughts. "It is not necessary. I'm going to work alone."
Wufei shook his head sharply. "No. You can't."
Heero clenched his teeth, scowling at the Chinese boy, impatiently awaiting an explanation.
"The CTB XV9 andYV21 are isolated bases. You have to have two people: one person destroys the CTB itself while the other goes to another base. The soldier who destroys the CTB hasn't got the time to go to another base. It is very simple, Yuy."
"And for the X11-7?"
"There's three new bases near it. I have time to go to it and time to destroy it."
"Hn."
Wufei leaned back in his chair as Heero thought. After a long moment of thoughtful silence he prompted the Wing pilot.
"So?"
Heero raised cobalt eyes to the Chinese boy. He was going to regret this, he just knew it… "Mission accepted."
The Chinese boy gave a brief smile as he finished his coffee. He looked at Heero in silence for a moment before setting his cup down.
"Heero?"
"Hn?"
"There was somebody I once loved. I didn't spend a lot of time with her… Now, she is dead."
Heero looked him, surprised and not understanding this sudden quiet admission.
"A persons life is like a butterfly; so beautiful, but so fleeting. Think about that. Don't waste what time you have."
Wufei stood up, turning away as he left. Leaving Heero confused and troubled, and fighting with conflicting feelings. His eyes followed the Chinese boy's shadow as he disappeared.
DINNER
He couldn't stay out forever; he had to go home. And he had to see the others.
"Do not waste your time." An echo in his head. "A person's life is like a butterfly...so fleeting." A persons life. Duo's life. And Trowa's life.
Trowa. Duo. Wufei's words were scratched his heart. Pain. Death. Wufei's words were true, especially for soldiers. No. He didn't want to think about death. He was the perfect soldier, after all.
He opened the door. The living room was light and warm. He heard Quatre's clear laugh. And an American voice.
"Hey! Heero! We're waiting for you! Dinner is ready! And Wufei is here! And he has got our new instructions. There will be action! I'm glad: I was bored with this wait. Weren't you?"
"Hn."
Duo looked at Heero, smiled, and went to the kitchen.
"Heero, come on!" Quatre's voice.
During dinner Wufei gave them the instructions. Heero was eating silently, looking at his plate. The Chinese boy finished:
"So, I'm going to leave tomorrow. Quatre and Trowa, you should leave in two days. Heero and Duo, you stay here. The CTB operation is going to start in five days, at midnight. Any questions?"
The Heavyarms' pilot looked at the Chinese boy.
"Yes. During the mission we can't contact the other pilots, can we? To communicate is to say where we are; and where we attack. OZ won't communicate, but will be able to listen. And to send reinforcements."
Wufei, paused in his meal, thinking. "Mm…Yes, that's true. So the co-ordination has to be essential."
Heero saw Quatre look intensely at his boyfriend. The blonde's eyes showed fear. Not fear for his life. Just fear of losing Trowa.
"Life is fleeting...like butterfly." A voice in Heero's head. He turned his head to Duo, and looked him.
The braided boy caught his look and smiled. The perfect soldier stood up:
"Don't worry, Quatre."
He fixed his gaze on the blonde's worried blue eyes.
"Twenty-four hours after the beginning of this mission, everybody will be here, in this kitchen. It's going to be okay."
All looks were turned to him when he left the kitchen. Before he closed the door, he heard a clear voice say softly:
"Thank you, Heero".