Declaimer: I don't own Wufei, I don't own Heero and I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did I would be rich and famous and you would know it.
This contains light shounen-ai (male/male relationships) if you are offended, then just don't read ^^
This is a WufeixHeero fic ^^ and they are a bit OOC, I'm sort of bad when It comes to that ^^; and please forgive the spelling and grammer errors ^^;;
Gentle Times
By: Kou
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The young man set down a few bags of food and a laptop case. He stretched and started to put away the parcels of food, each in their little cabinet where they belonged. His roommate really didn't like it when the food was put into different spots and neither did he. He gave a small 'ugh' as he finished and walked into the small living room, plopping down on the couch, just rolling his head back. He was tired.
It had been yet another long day. The Software Company he worked for was always in some need for him to fix something, to work out bugs in the software, to find out who was hacking into the system. But he loved his job; it was of the few things he was really good at after the war had ended. No one really needed a killing machine, it was a time of peace, but they did need and wanted someone that could do things to a network of computers that could set some of the best hackers minds into overload. Heck, he was one of the best hackers and the others where all ex-pilots like him, actually very good friends of his.
Speaking of which one should be here. After the war he had stayed with the rest, living at Quatre's, but he soon left and Wufei went with him. They where both going to the same place so the most logical thing was to stay in the same house. Heero didn't mind being in the same house with Wufei. He was neat, orderly, well mannered and quite. Almost opposite of Duo. Though that would have really mattered if they ever really saw each other during the week.
Wufei was gone from the second the sun rose till a little after it set. Almost every collage had wanted a former Gundam pilot as one of their students and it did help that Wufei was more then willing to attend them all. His thirst for knowledge and love of books astounded Heero. Wufei had taken on as many collage courses as possible and he had been going on this for a good long time, almost about 6 years. It had taken him that long to get every course that he wanted in and he was finishing them in half the time.
Heero sighed; it was going to be a long time before Wufei ever got home. But he wasn't supposed to care about that right? It was Wufei's life, he could do what he wanted with it. But still, despite his cold and icy demeanor that he gave off, he very much enjoyed some people's company, it's what kept him sane. //Well there's nothing I can do about being able to control when Wufei gets home// the ex-pilot thought as he turned off the lights and just laid there in the darkness.
Laying there with nothing to do. That was sort of a new thing to him. He almost always had work to do, but he had... talked to his boss about letting him have the next 2 weeks off and he had got it. He really hadn't planned on anything to do, just rest. The work was nice, but it going to kill him. Something that even a self-destruction button really couldn't do.
//I wish Wufei would get back...// He got wide eyed at the thought //Wait. Why am I thinking that? Do I really care if Wufei gets home soon or not? I don't know...// In all truths the young Chinese pilot had been a great friend and roommate to have, when ever the two found time to actually talk. They didn't talk much, neither of them where really good at that. But, when they did, it was almost amazing to Heero. Wufei listened to everything he had to say, no matter how small or little it seemed to him. And replied with something that would make him wonder what really went on behind those round globs of onyx.
Wufei had been a good thing for the once cold pilot. Wufei, with the help of the others got him to start acting like a real human again, with emotions. It had been mostly Wufei, which surprised him when he thought about it. Wufei was sort of like his old self; he really wasn't a people person to begin with. Maybe they both had been good to each other. Helping turn away the bad dehumanizing effects of the long war they had fought so hard in.
He pondered these thoughts as he heard his stomach make a small growling nose and the door open. He checked his watched, it was only 8:00 p.m. Wufei was home really early. He watched the kitchen door swinging open as a young caramel skinned man steeped through it and flipping on the lights. He was wearing a pair of dark brown slacks and a light cream colored sweater, holding a large backpack in one hand and leaning against the door with the other. "They let me go early today and said that I needed a break and should take a few weeks off." He set down his pack and walked over to his chair that sat opposite of Heero "Actually I just think they just want me out of there so the rest of the class could catch up to me." He said with a small smirk.
Still stretched out like he had when Wufei had walked in "Hmm..." was all his reply was, which was a big improvement over his 'Hn'. Wufei gave him a small mocking glare. "Well I guess since your *so* tired that you can just rest and get your own meal after I'm done cooking mine." Heero sat strait up at this. Wufei was one of, if not the best cook Heero had ever known. He didn't know how Wufei learned to cook, but when he did it was delicious. "I do thing you need the rest, you are starting to run yourself ragged with all your classes. So... will you still cook for me?" He asked.
Wufei gave a slight smile "I think I can manage that." He said as he got up and left for the kitchen. Heero watched him go and with a small smile wondered exactly just what the two of them where going to do for the time they had off. He sat up; stretched again and slowly made his was into the kitchen where Wufei had already set out the ingredients and was in an apron. Heero suppressed a small snicker, Wufei looked a little more then interesting with his little white apron with a SD Nataku and "Justice" printed under it. It had been a small present from Duo, well... it was more of a joke, but Wufei surprised everyone and wore it whenever he cooked.
And now he was moving back and forth between the counters, in that apron, with sleeves rolled up and totally focused on dinner. And for some reason, this right here meant a lot to Heero. He sat down and just watched Wufei intensely, as he moved with grace that almost hypnotized Heero. Actually Wufei's style had gotten Heero's attention along time ago and now that he had no one else to distract him from it and he was getting to see it more and more... well Heero was happy with it.
Wufei turned and caught Heero's gaze and returned it for a minute before continuing on with dinner. With his back turned to Heero "You can either help out, or get out of *my* kitchen." He spoke in a joking manner. With a small smile in place, Heero walked up right behind Wufei. "Tell me what you want me to do..." he gently breathed, his mouth less then and inch away from Wufei's face.
A small shiver ran down Wufei's back at the feel of the warm breath playing across his check. He simple pointed to the cupboard and uttered "Would you set the table?" and continued on with his work. Heero let an almost undetectable sigh escaped his lips and a look that might have been disappointment lightly appeared on his face. Which was soon replaced with a grin as he remember he had two weeks with the raven-haired beauty all to himself //Raven-haired beauty? ...Yes... that's exactly what he is.// he thought as he turned to do his duty of setting the table for his beauty's meal.
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Comments are begged for ^_^
This contains light shounen-ai (male/male relationships) if you are offended, then just don't read ^^
This is a WufeixHeero fic ^^ and they are a bit OOC, I'm sort of bad when It comes to that ^^; and please forgive the spelling and grammer errors ^^;;
Gentle Times
By: Kou
----------------------
The young man set down a few bags of food and a laptop case. He stretched and started to put away the parcels of food, each in their little cabinet where they belonged. His roommate really didn't like it when the food was put into different spots and neither did he. He gave a small 'ugh' as he finished and walked into the small living room, plopping down on the couch, just rolling his head back. He was tired.
It had been yet another long day. The Software Company he worked for was always in some need for him to fix something, to work out bugs in the software, to find out who was hacking into the system. But he loved his job; it was of the few things he was really good at after the war had ended. No one really needed a killing machine, it was a time of peace, but they did need and wanted someone that could do things to a network of computers that could set some of the best hackers minds into overload. Heck, he was one of the best hackers and the others where all ex-pilots like him, actually very good friends of his.
Speaking of which one should be here. After the war he had stayed with the rest, living at Quatre's, but he soon left and Wufei went with him. They where both going to the same place so the most logical thing was to stay in the same house. Heero didn't mind being in the same house with Wufei. He was neat, orderly, well mannered and quite. Almost opposite of Duo. Though that would have really mattered if they ever really saw each other during the week.
Wufei was gone from the second the sun rose till a little after it set. Almost every collage had wanted a former Gundam pilot as one of their students and it did help that Wufei was more then willing to attend them all. His thirst for knowledge and love of books astounded Heero. Wufei had taken on as many collage courses as possible and he had been going on this for a good long time, almost about 6 years. It had taken him that long to get every course that he wanted in and he was finishing them in half the time.
Heero sighed; it was going to be a long time before Wufei ever got home. But he wasn't supposed to care about that right? It was Wufei's life, he could do what he wanted with it. But still, despite his cold and icy demeanor that he gave off, he very much enjoyed some people's company, it's what kept him sane. //Well there's nothing I can do about being able to control when Wufei gets home// the ex-pilot thought as he turned off the lights and just laid there in the darkness.
Laying there with nothing to do. That was sort of a new thing to him. He almost always had work to do, but he had... talked to his boss about letting him have the next 2 weeks off and he had got it. He really hadn't planned on anything to do, just rest. The work was nice, but it going to kill him. Something that even a self-destruction button really couldn't do.
//I wish Wufei would get back...// He got wide eyed at the thought //Wait. Why am I thinking that? Do I really care if Wufei gets home soon or not? I don't know...// In all truths the young Chinese pilot had been a great friend and roommate to have, when ever the two found time to actually talk. They didn't talk much, neither of them where really good at that. But, when they did, it was almost amazing to Heero. Wufei listened to everything he had to say, no matter how small or little it seemed to him. And replied with something that would make him wonder what really went on behind those round globs of onyx.
Wufei had been a good thing for the once cold pilot. Wufei, with the help of the others got him to start acting like a real human again, with emotions. It had been mostly Wufei, which surprised him when he thought about it. Wufei was sort of like his old self; he really wasn't a people person to begin with. Maybe they both had been good to each other. Helping turn away the bad dehumanizing effects of the long war they had fought so hard in.
He pondered these thoughts as he heard his stomach make a small growling nose and the door open. He checked his watched, it was only 8:00 p.m. Wufei was home really early. He watched the kitchen door swinging open as a young caramel skinned man steeped through it and flipping on the lights. He was wearing a pair of dark brown slacks and a light cream colored sweater, holding a large backpack in one hand and leaning against the door with the other. "They let me go early today and said that I needed a break and should take a few weeks off." He set down his pack and walked over to his chair that sat opposite of Heero "Actually I just think they just want me out of there so the rest of the class could catch up to me." He said with a small smirk.
Still stretched out like he had when Wufei had walked in "Hmm..." was all his reply was, which was a big improvement over his 'Hn'. Wufei gave him a small mocking glare. "Well I guess since your *so* tired that you can just rest and get your own meal after I'm done cooking mine." Heero sat strait up at this. Wufei was one of, if not the best cook Heero had ever known. He didn't know how Wufei learned to cook, but when he did it was delicious. "I do thing you need the rest, you are starting to run yourself ragged with all your classes. So... will you still cook for me?" He asked.
Wufei gave a slight smile "I think I can manage that." He said as he got up and left for the kitchen. Heero watched him go and with a small smile wondered exactly just what the two of them where going to do for the time they had off. He sat up; stretched again and slowly made his was into the kitchen where Wufei had already set out the ingredients and was in an apron. Heero suppressed a small snicker, Wufei looked a little more then interesting with his little white apron with a SD Nataku and "Justice" printed under it. It had been a small present from Duo, well... it was more of a joke, but Wufei surprised everyone and wore it whenever he cooked.
And now he was moving back and forth between the counters, in that apron, with sleeves rolled up and totally focused on dinner. And for some reason, this right here meant a lot to Heero. He sat down and just watched Wufei intensely, as he moved with grace that almost hypnotized Heero. Actually Wufei's style had gotten Heero's attention along time ago and now that he had no one else to distract him from it and he was getting to see it more and more... well Heero was happy with it.
Wufei turned and caught Heero's gaze and returned it for a minute before continuing on with dinner. With his back turned to Heero "You can either help out, or get out of *my* kitchen." He spoke in a joking manner. With a small smile in place, Heero walked up right behind Wufei. "Tell me what you want me to do..." he gently breathed, his mouth less then and inch away from Wufei's face.
A small shiver ran down Wufei's back at the feel of the warm breath playing across his check. He simple pointed to the cupboard and uttered "Would you set the table?" and continued on with his work. Heero let an almost undetectable sigh escaped his lips and a look that might have been disappointment lightly appeared on his face. Which was soon replaced with a grin as he remember he had two weeks with the raven-haired beauty all to himself //Raven-haired beauty? ...Yes... that's exactly what he is.// he thought as he turned to do his duty of setting the table for his beauty's meal.
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Comments are begged for ^_^