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Chapter 07: Pranks, Traitors and Puppy Eyes!
Violet eyes stared up at the ceiling. One leg was hanging over the top of the couch constantly in motion, while the other leg stayed stationary on the floor.
The princess had left the building. The house had been sterilised. Air freshener for extra measure – too much perfume could kill a man.
And now…he was bored. Between the mission, college assignment, best behaviour for the princess, trying to bring 01 and 05 together, caring for Wufei... he was all tapped out of his seriousness.
Normally he would regain his strength by pouncing on his lovers, however, Tro was pouting upstairs, while Q-man was scheming downstairs.
Duo shook his head ruefully. Really now, he was a bad influence on the other pilots, Trowa pouting, Quatre scheming, Heero teasing…what next, Wufei with puppy eyes?
The leg over the back of the couch halted in its movement for two seconds and then continued, Nah…that was not possible. The brunette youth conveniently ignored the voice whispering in his head that it might be possible since the proud pilot had been pouting over empty dessert plates two hours ago.
Groaning out loud, he decided he was long overdue for some 'Prank playing'. Jumping off the couch, he cursed his stupidity over his promise to Trowa. He, Duo Maxwell, would refrain from playing pranks in the house for at least two weeks.
Huffing he complained again to no one in particular. It was an injustice really. How was he to know that Hardock would be a close-minded bastard? The man had to deal with gays everyday, he dealt with 3 of them daily; but bombard his email with gay porn information, or rig his phone to a gay sex-line, or fill his computer with images and videos of gay sex somehow reminiscent of himself -- and the man had to go crying all the way to Lady Une. Who had promptly fired Trowa since he was in the vicinity. Who had come home and proceeded to hold court on account of Duo's misdemeanours; finally issuing the ultimatum of promise or couch. In hindsight maybe he should have taken the couch.
Shoulders slumped he entered the study, just noticing the fur ball running away to a corner in the room. Shutting the door behind him, he wondered when little Hector would forgive him. He was missing his little friend – partner in crime.
Staring down at the boyish innocent face of the Chinese friend, images flooded his mind from lunch, and a smirk touched his lips. Nodding to himself he reasoned, he had missed his chance, but really it was still in front of him. Who was he to miss something like this.
Duo was about to turn on his heel when he realised, this fell under the category of 'prank playing'. Biting his lower lip he reasoned, he was bored and Wufei had eased up a little, so he would understand the joke right? Well, Heero would thank him for it later, he assures himself firmly. And was he wrong in wanting to capture this? And was he so wrong in letting out some steam? His lovers were ignoring him at the moment. This was not going to hurt anybody -- just maybe the ego of a proud Asian. It was the last day of his punishment too – on L2 it was already the next day. Armed with all these reasons, he walked out of the room and then the house.
*Mission : to entertain self*
*Plan A: …*
*Mission after success of above mission : try not to get killed…*
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Hearing the front door shut, Quatre stopping in his preparation plans for the evening. He had a bad feeling about this, Duo had been left alone and that could always mean trouble, Maybe he should have included his braided lover in the plans for tonight? He could use the help, after all he had stolen Duo's book and was referring to it…
A minute later he shook his head and focused on his plan. Now if he could remember all the concoctions in time for the evening…
Glug – glug – clink – clink
*Mission for the night : 04 + 03 +03 + bedroom + … he he!*
*Plan A : in progress*
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The main door opened a good half hour later and snuck shut. No one noticed the shadow sneaking towards the study. No one saw the shadow gracefully looming over its sleeping victim. The shadow stilled as if lost in thought, then resolving something in its head, it sifted through the contents of a bag miraculously produced and set to work.
Snap – snap – snap
Snap – snap – snap
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Snap – snap – snap – snap
Wufei frowned over the noise that was waking him up. Trying to bury his head in his pillow he tried to sink back into the claws of the drugs. He really hated the drugs, but he was soo tired. Maybe …just this time… he …hmmm, noise stopped.
Was that the door closing? Wanting to open his eyes to check, his body was having none of that. Anyway, he was in the farmhouse, no harm could come to him; safe in that knowledge he slipped back into his dreamless sleep.
Two hours or so later…
Wufei's mind was clawing back to consciousness again. This time he noted sourly the light was on and someone was staring at him. He was not in danger, but that stare seemed fixed and he was curious to see who it was and why they were staring… and to give them a piece of his mind.
"…mmmm"
Finally coaxing his eyelids to lift he looked into a pair of stunned eyes. Stretching languidly like a cat, waking his body slowly, he blinked once, then twice and realised that it was Heero staring at him. Looking the taller youth over he tried hard to wake his mind, so he could glare and string a few decent words and sentences to announce his distaste at being…did Heero have a fever? His cheeks had a pinkish hue around them right?
Heero cleared his mouth and looked uncomfortable, by Heero standards. This brought Wufei to full wakefulness, since when did the perfect soldier do 'uncomfortable'? For that matter since when did Heero do caring? The Wing pilot was giving him baths, feeding him, carrying him around, undressing him…his face flushed …all that had done today and had confused him terribly!
Turning his eyes away from the source of his embarrassment they landed on … a stuffed toy cuddled in his right arm and his body clad in a blue summer dress? Those drugs were really doing a number on him. He really should have a talk with Sally and get her to realise how much they were throwing him off his centre.
Settled in the fact that it was the drugs playing tricks, the Chinese youth glanced up into Heero's eyes; only to realise the pinkish hue was making its way past the cheeks to the neck of the fidgeting Japanese youth. Since when did Heero fidget?
Tentatively Wufei reaching out a hand to the stuffed toy, and gasped. It *was* real. There was a stuffed panda, the size of his pillow lying near his right arm. And …oh God, kill him now… his body was clad in a blue summer dress.
Stiffening abruptly he moved from the offending items too fast away for his aching body to handle and almost crashed to the floor. The quick reflexes of the Wing pilot however saved him, but at this point Wufei was ready to take the floor than the warm muscled arms of the Japanese pilot; and he struggled to make his point.
"Hang on," Heero growled, then single-handedly eased the Shenlong pilot onto the bed and whipped the sheet over his body to shield him. However the damage had been done, Wufei could feel the flush creeping down his face to the rest of his body. His embarrassment was somehow lessened by the pain wracking his wrist and leg. The other Asian took the stuffed toy and made to toss it to the far corner of the room; however, Heero stopped in mid swing, glanced hard at the toy, back at the injured pilot and then walked over to the desk and calmly set it there.
Any other day Wufei would have questioned the sanity of the man in front of him, today… he just wanted to get his clothes, his confused mind and dignity back. He burrowed under his covers and heard the shuffling of feet around the room and then ending at his bedside. Hoping against hope that his playing possum would chase the Prussian eyed pilot away, he was therefore scandalised when the sheet was ripped off him.
"I'm just going to change you out of that," the calm voice broke in on his growling taking the wind out of his sails. Blinking he looked at the messy hair bowed over him. For some reason he was certain that the Asian youth was amused now, but when the face looked into his eyes it was carefully neutral, so he could not make certain. Huffing and suffering the indignity of being stripped and helped into the pajama pants again, he forced his brain to figure out the person responsible for this travesty. Anything, to get his mind off the hands moving over his body and causing his breath to hitch so and his heart to run at a different tempo. A laughing face with braid flashed before his eyes and effectively raised his anger level. Duo Maxwell.
Yes! It made perfect sense, only he would be a coward to attack an injured person. The braided idiot had better be running to outer space now, because when Wufei was healed, he would not spare the pilot, two lovers or no. Duo Maxwell was going down.
Soft amused chuckles broke him out of his plan making, "I would hate to be the one receiving your wrath," the voice over him rumbled smoothly somehow sending shivers down his spine and temporarily forgetting the wrath he had been planning.
Now that the drugs were at a minimum, the Chinese youth realised there was no running away. He needed to pin that emotion that was running circles in his body and mind. At the start of lunch some inexplicable emotion had him scared enough to jump into Trowa's arms to be cared for, and that same emotion was threatening him again, only Trowa was not around. Neither were the other troublesome mother hens -- never around when you needed them, his mind grumbled.
So here he was at the mercy of this unknown emotion and those eyes that had some sort of hold over Wufei. A washcloth suddenly appeared in front of his face, snapping him out of his mental monologue, making him wonder why the perfect soldier was intent on washing his face so carefully. Did he drool all over himself…
Darn drugs. He tried to get out of taking the meds by threatening Sally, then he had tried to coax the others to make her not give him the meds, but the traitors that they were, they just piled it all on. Maybe if he spoke to Heero…yes of course. Wufei had been unable to petition his case to the messy haired pilot. Now though, he still hurt, but not as much he convinced himself and the drugs were almost gone, best to strike this moment. He was confident Heero would do the noble thing…
"…Hee-yo…" it was tough to talk when someone was scrubbing at your face.
"Hn," Heero answered still focused on cleaning Wufei's face. Must have really drooled a lot if the Japanese man was persistent in that task, Wufei thought shamefacedly.
"Aye-dun-wan-ta-mmm."
"What?!" Heero asked surprised.
"..dun…,"oh good, the washcloth had stopped scrubbing his face, "I don't need the meds."
Watching the sardonic raise of Heero's eyebrow, Wufei tried again earnestly, "It's not necessary. The meds are causing me to loose precious time, which I could use to working on the case. All I have been doing is eating and sleeping. I did not need all this during the war, I had suffered worse and in even worse circumstances. So, I don't need to take the medicines!" Wufei nodded his head in affirmative and gazed innocently into those Prussian eyes.
Astonished at first, Heero's face became a blank mask that stared back into his black pools. Wufei waited patiently knowing Heero was weighing all the pros and cons; best not to interrupt the man when he was doing that.
When another minute went by with no answer or a flicker in the eyes, Wufei opened his mouth to plead his case some more, "I don't want to take them anymore," it came out as a whine; he had not planned that.
"…" Heero's eyes seemed to become soft before becoming a blank mask again. Then, "Negative. You still need them."
Shocked Wufei could only think that he was surrounded by traitors. His incredulity must have shown on his face since Heero explained, "You are still in pain, and the meds help you heal faster. I checked. And we are not at war anymore. It's alright to try the normal ways now."
And really since when did Heero Yuy do explaining or do normal, Wufei angrily thought. Picking through his brain ready to launch into a tirade he took a deep breath and stopped. Heero had gone back to cleaning his face again.
Exhaling, he settled for growling under his breath. Fighting a losing battle, that's what this was. Relena also could not get her perfect soldier to budge, especially this afternoon he vaguely remembered.
Duo had called Wufei stubborn, but really he was nowhere near as stubborn as the Wing pilot. The only way and only times Heero had swayed -- a little -- was when Duo and Quatre had cheated and that was…
Ah ha! Well, it was embarrassing, but he had already been seen in a dress and with a stuffed toy. This was not any worse. Desperate times called for desperate measures and all that…
Wufei tilted his head to the side and caught Heero's eyes. The next few moments were quite amusing in Wufei's book. Heero's lovely eyes widened a fraction and then wincing he turned away from Wufei's face, "No Wufei." Sounded strong, but there was a wobble in there.
Rejuvenated, Wufei pulled at Heero's arm, "Please Heero…," he pleaded pathetically, sticking out his bottom lip and widening and blinking his eyes a little more stronger at Heero when he turned to look at him.
Heero was staring shocked now, jaw open and then cutting off a groan, he whispered huskily, "…damn it Wufei!"
Wufei just tried even harder. Duo and Quatre did it every time and got away with it. He would be a terrible Gundam pilot if he did not pick up that skill. Turning the puppy eyes on maximum force now, he waited for positive results. And what results. The great Heero Yuy groaned and dropped his head to his chest as though he was in pain.
"…I cannot believe you …," he mumbled ruefully.
Smirking internally, Wufei knew he had won, and the next words made him break out into a huge grin, "Fine, no meds for now…"
Then Heero not to be undone, stared hard into Wufei's eyes, "..only if you promise to let us know when it hurts. Then we give you at least the painkillers. And if you lie, I will personally pump you will all the meds I can find and no puppy eyes are going to get you out of that mess." Heero had growled the last part roughly.
Swallowing a little at the intensity those eyes were blazing at, Wufei meekly nodded. His body was acting funny again wanting him to do something, but Wufei could not care less, since his blood was singing of his victory over the Wing pilot. Who would have known, Heero -- susceptible to puppy eyes. No wonder Duo and Quatre use it when they wanted something real bad. This could be a good weapon to have in the future. Smirking slightly he gave himself over to the attentions of the Japanese youth, who was shaking his head amused and washing his face and then preparing to give him a sponge bath.
Guess that meant that it was close to dinner, good, all this excitement had made him hungry. Would the puppy eyes work on the other pilots too? Hmm, he would have to try that out. That would make for some good entertainment. He was bored and bedridden. That would be one way to pass the time.
Nodding his head to the new plan in his head he smiled, it was so much fun without the drugs!
*Heero : susceptible*
*Duo : have to check*
*Trowa : might be impossible, will check*
*Quatre : the inventor of puppy eyes susceptible too? Will check*
a/n: So I was a major dunce. Anon on G. Universe pointed out something that I thought I had done, but conveniently forgotten. Yikes! Boring Life: the story to tide my readers over before the update for this story was based on Dakenai Jinai : A long kiss
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Since I am a dunce I have yet to figure out how to re-edit my stories and add or delete stuff, I am making my disclaimer known here. Well, at least I am innovative :p But seriously, I read 'boring life' again and I really did not like it much and would like to apologise to my readers for this misdemeanour. It was barely original! It was just…bad. I won't take it down just yet. I dunno, I had started with 'life was boring…' and had this great plan…but oh well!
Moving on thanks for the super reviews I got this time! I had to update too, since I read silverserpent08's 'A candle for the future' and got depressed :( And if no one has read her stories, shame on you all, they are brilliant!
Frayedsoul: Relena = entertainment! Lol! Hope you like this chapter.
shogi: yup too little 01x05! Glad you enjoying this story as much as you are. Let me know what you think over this chapter.
silverserent08: Glad you like! So honoured that you reviewed each of my stories! :)
