Look At The Snow
Wufei gazed
quietly in the still form in front of him. He didn't know why he was here or
why he was gazing on the dark form with certainty. All he knew was that he was
here and that there was something in the air. Something was going to happen
tonight…
Heero had
the uneasy feeling someone was watching him. He shifted his weight several
times until at last he turned around and sought out the one who was watching
him. "Wufei! What are you doing here?" Heero asked sharply.
"I live
here don't I?" Wufei said smoothly, walking across the room. Heero moved over
automatically and after a moment, Wufei sat down beside him.
"Yeah…"
whether Heero was agreeing or just making a comment, neither one of them knew.
But it was something to ease the uncomfortable silence that suffocated them.
Heero fidgeted slightly, distinctly
aware of Wufei's heat radiating at him in the night. He was beginning to wonder
if he should just get up and leave to end the nerve-wracking silence when Wufei
spoke suddenly.
"Look at
the snow." Heero's gaze flickered out the window to where the snow fell
quietly, blanketing the safe house in a white flurry. Wufei continued speaking,
his voice a low deep sound flowing like liquid through the still night air.
"Look how it falls…quietly and unknowingly. Heero, we are like the snow."
"We are
like the snow?" Heero repeated. He couldn't string together two thoughts to
comment on this, he was lost in listening to Wufei's voice and watching the
snow.
"Yes. We
too have fallen…fallen quietly and not knowing why we fall. See how it lands on
the ground? Only to be kicked and torn apart by stampeding human feet…we too
have been torn apart by this war…this war brought upon us by ourselves. We know
not why we fight just as the snow knows not why it falls. We are lost…so is the
snow."
"Lost?"
Heero could hardly say the one word, he was so caught up in the web Wufei's
words were weaving around him.
"Yes.
Lost," Wufei repeated the word sounding slightly disgusted. "We fight without
knowing, we've fallen with asking. The snow falls because it is its role in
Nature to fall and we fight because it is the role thrusted upon us to fight.
Nature has asked the snow to fall and whatever God there may be has asked us to
fall." Wufei stopped speaking suddenly the only sound a slight choking sound
issuing from his lips.
It took
Heero a moment to disentangle himself from the web Wufei had weaved about him.
He slowly realized that Wufei's head was bowed, tears glistening in the black
eyes. "Wufei," he whispered, unsure of what to do. Heero did not know how to
say comforting words or how to pull the grieving Chinese youth into his arms.
Wufei
looked up at him, black eyes gleaming moistly in the night. "Heero?"
Both boys
leaned forward then, wanting to be closer and suddenly their lips met.
It wasn't
planned or explained, the only thing understandable was the feel on the other's
lips on their own and the feelings rushing through them. "Wufei," Heero
breathed slightly as the two boys fell onto the couch.
"Please,"
Wufei begged, his lips touching Heero's again. "Heero, please."
Neither one
knew if it had been meant to happen or if it was only a queer twist of fate,
but something happened that night on the couch as the snow fell softly,
covering the safe house in a blanket of white.
::End::
