The Highschool Years 5/?
By: Hotaru
Warnings: possible yaoi, and some bad language too
Archive: If you want!
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Once again, Duo insisted on walking Wufei home, and once again, Heero had to run home, leaving Duo and Wufei alone. "Are you're knuckles okay?" Wufei asked. Duo laughed and nodded. "I've been in fights before Fei. This is no different, except these guys…were my friends." He said grimly. Wufei sighed deeply. "Were? Meaning no longer?" he questioned. Duo looked up and nodded. /He's giving up his friends, who he's known for awhile…over me?/ The young American noticed Wufei's expression. "They're nothing special Fei. We just play games together but you—I dunno, there's something about you that I really like." He said with a sheepish smile.
Wufei blushed and never wanted their walk to end, but it had to for they were nearing his house. "Thanks Duo…heh, it's funny. I've never really had many friends before, just Heero. And you, most popular guy in school decides to be my friend.." he said, stopping in front of his house. Duo's violet eyes widened. "Me?" he asked, "Most popular guy at school? No way!" Wufei blushed and worried. /Maybe he's not as popular as I thought, maybe I'm just over come with his…beauty that I don't see things for what they really are!/ Duo shrugged and put his hands behind his head.
"I guess it can work out. I never really thought about being popular…but hey! Thanks Fei! But, I better get going. See ya!" Duo said, winking as Wufei slowly entered his house. "Chang, you're home. You're father is waiting for you." Wufei's mother said as he went towards his room. "Thank you mother." Wufei said, closing the door to his room. Not wanting to anger Chen, he quickly changed into his white pants and navy blue tank top. /Why am I shaking? Is it Duo that's making me feel this way? Even so, he's gone…/ Wufei splashed his face with cold water to shake of the nerves and he went to the dojo where his father was sitting with a cup of tea.
"Chen..?" Wufei said curiously. Usually, Chen was waiting, katana in hand, or with his fists up when Wufei entered the dojo. "Sit my son." Chen said quietly. Wufei obeyed. Chen sighed before speaking. "Chang…your grandfather has passed away. Your mother and I just got the news today. We will be leaving for China tomorrow [which is a Friday-Hotaru] and will be back by Monday. You, however, will stay here." Wufei was shocked. The grandfather he never knew was dead, and his parents, who never even spoke of grandparents, were leaving for China. "Why am I staying?" Wufei asked quietly. "I should at least show my respects." Chen shook his head, "You will stay here. That's final."
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Niice kicked the door open and stormed into Quatre's room. Trowa felt his little one trembling in his arms. "Please leave us alone." Trowa said firmly. Niice was outraged, and quite confused. Who was this boy? "Who the hell are you?" he shouted. Trowa released Quatre and stood in front of him. "I am a friend of Quatre's and he wishes to live with me." He said, crossing his arms. Niice shook his head. "He is staying here. I don't care who the hell you are, he's my son and—" he began before Trowa shook his head. "He doesn't wish to be here. He fears you." He said calmly, feeling Quatre clinging to the back of his shirt.
"Who are you you little punk! Get out of here before I call the police!" Niice shouted. Trowa grabbed Quatre's duffel and pushed past Niice, Quatre in tow. "Get back here you little shit!" Niice shouted, chasing them down the stairs. "Oh Trowa, hurry!" Quatre pleaded, for he could almost feel his father breathing down his neck. Trowa pulled the door open and he and Quatre ran as fast as they could until Niice could no longer be seen. They stopped at a bus stop and rested on a bench. Quatre was still trembling. "It's okay Quatre, it's over. He's gone. You don't have to worry anymore." Trowa said reassuringly.
On the bus ride home, Quatre slept with his head on Trowa's shoulder. "Come now little one, we're home." Trowa said, nudging Quatre with his elbow. "Okay." Quatre whispered, as they un-boarded the bus. Trowa lived in an apartment downtown, in a relativly nice neighborhood. Quatre took in the unfarmiliar surroundings as they made their way into the appartment building. "Which floor are you on?" Quatre asked. "Third." [1] Trowa replied as the elevator stopped on the third floor. They walked to the end of the hall and into a cozy little appartment.
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Wufei was still in shock as he tried to concentrate on his homework. /Why are they letting me stay at home? They always drag me away when they need to go somewhere…but all the way to China?/ Sighing, he closed his books and went to take a shower. /A whole weekend without training…no bitchy parents…all alone…Duo..Wait! How did I start thinking of Duo? I could have him over, teach him to use a katana…/ Wufei shook his head clear as the hot water streamed down his back. /That could work, I could invite Duo over for the weekend, we could get to know each other…/ Wufei got out of the shower and pulled on his silky pajamas.
"Chang! Dinner!" his mother called a few minutes later. Wufei quickly tied back his raven hair and ran downstairs into the kitchen. "Your father has told you?" His mother asked. Wufei nodded and picked up a pair of chopsticks and a rice bowl. "Don't question him Wufei. He is deeply hurt by his fathers death." His mother [2] said. Wufei looked up, mid-bite. "But you never spoke of grandfather before." He said. She nodded and sighed. "Your father has many secrets and his relationship with his father is one of them. Be nice to him Wufei, okay?" His mother said sternly. Wufei nodded and they finished dinner in silence. [Chen was off in the dojo mourning.]
"Good night Wufei." His mother called as he headed to his room. "Good night." Wufei replied. He flopped onto his bed and sighed. /I just hope Duo accepts my offer./ He pondered a moment about his and Duo's sexuality. /I've heard rumors before..but they're just rumors. He did seem to be hitting on me, or maybe I just wanted him to so bad that I thought he was. Oh Gods…can it be true? Do I love Duo Maxwell?!/
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Quatre set his bag down on the floor and smiled sheepishly at a girl in the kitchen. "Hey Cathy. This is Quatre, remember how I was telling you about him?" Trowa said, giving his sister a quick peck on the cheek. The girl, Catherine, left her position from the stove and ran over to Quatre and smiled. "Hi there. You can call me Cathy or Catherine. It doesn't matter. Please, make yourself at home!" she said cheerfully. Quatre slowly walked around the apartment, observing his new home. Trowa smirked as the Arabian eyed statues that lined the walls.
"These are beautiful. Where did you find them?" Quatre asked, fingering an ivory dove gently. "Eh…we used to travel around a lot. We got them from different parts of the world. That dragon there is from China." Trowa said, resting his hands on Quatre's shoulders. Soon after Quatre finished looking at the apartment, they ate dinner. "I've got some work to do so call me if you need me!" Cathy said, retreating to her room. Trowa smiled and said, "Why don't we get ready for bed?" Quatre nodded and went into the bathroom, and did the whole brush-teeth-wash-face-go-pee act. [3]
Trowa's room was fairly large and had a white carpet and a huge bed pushed up against the center wall. "What's say we get to know each other better." Trowa suggested, lying on his stomach on the floor. Quatre smiled and nodded. He sat across from Trowa and sighed. "I guess I should tell you—about my father." He said quietly. Trowa shook his head and whispered, "You don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to push you into anything." Quatre just shook his head and continued. "Well…my mom died when I was really young, about 7.[4] And at her funeral..my dad pulled me into a corner and told me something very, very cruel."
"He said the reason my mother was dead was because she was a failure. That she never went to college for a degree in medicine or astronomy…instead she was an artist. And when I was young, we used to make things together—we painted picture frames and anyway…I didn't understand how he could say something so awful about his wife. But then, a few years later the abuse started." Trowa's eyes widened as he listened to Quatre's unfortunate story. "I-I don't know wh-why it started exactly. I think I had her picture on my desk and he came in and threw it away saying she wasn't worth missing." Several tears fell from Quatre's saddened eyes.
Trowa shook his head in disbelief, but Quatre wasn't finished yet. "I told him never to say that and then…he hit me. He punched the shit out of me. He said I was weak like her and I'd never become anything and I'd die a nothing. So I started pushing myself harder and harder not to fail…I remember there was a bad test grade that I hid under my mattress and he found it—and when I came home, he beat me until I was unconscious." He couldn't stop the tears, he wouldn't hold them back any longer. He didn't have to.
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Hotaru
[1] Third…you know how in pairings Trowa is 3? Well he lives on the third floor, ahahahahahahaha~ :hears no laughter: aw you guys are no fun!
[2] any one wanna name Wufei's mom? Anything? Azie has named his mom Lan-Hui. Go Azie!
[3] Maybe you do differently, but that's what I do. Wufei: They don't need to know about you going 'pee'.
[4] Me too, may Undine rest her soul. L