Chapter 4
Trowa knocked on WuFei's door a few hours later. It opened promptly and the Chinese boy stood
there, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
"Dekiteiru ka?" he asked anyway.
WuFei nodded. "Hai."
"Ikuzo."
Trowa turned away and began walking to the ballroom. WuFei paused for a few seconds, then headed
after the taller boy. As they walked, WuFei couldn't help but wonder why Trowa reminded him of
someone, and who that someone was. He was abnormally tall... hmmm... tall... Makoto was also
quite tall...
"Moichido?"
WuFei snapped his head up from staring at the floor. "Nani?"
"You muttered something."
That's pointing out the obvious "Did I?"
"Ee. I was wondering what you were thinking about. You mentioned my imotou."
IMOTOU?! "Honto ni... who is she?"
Trowa glanced back at him, "Makoto."
WuFei stared at Trowa's back, widened eyes the only indicator of his surprise.
Though it does make sense. They have the same disconcerting eyes... that same green...
and their body frames are similar, besides the obvious differences. The height... the hair color,
it's all there.
The prince of Jupiter studied WuFei.
He seems nice enough. Polite anyway. Demo... he seems sad. I wonder if he remembers...
iie. He doesn't, I won't bring it up.
That decided, he led WuFei into the huge room where the ball would be taking place. WuFei
thought he might stop breathing. The ballroom was filled with hundreds of people, all talking
and laughing and dancing. Rei, Michiru, Quatre and Trowa would take their place on the music
stand soon, but for now they were all milling around. Makoto and a blond girl that WuFei hadn't
seen before were talking animatedly in a corner. Quatre approached, said something that made
both girls smile, and wished the blond off to dance. Makoto sighed, then tilted her head up as
if hearing something. After a few seconds, the Jovian princess looked over at Trowa and himself
and she approached.
"Youkoso, Fei-kun, oniichan. I didn't think you'd show up so soon."
WuFei nodded in greeting. Trowa smiled down at his sibling, one of his rare, soft smiles
reserved for people he loved. The only other people Makoto had ever seen him bestow it upon were
their parents and Ami.
"Ja matta ne, imouto. I'll be finishing a debate with Ami-san if you need me. Or on the
stage."
"Hai, oniichan. You know I'll be clapping loudest."
They hugged and Trowa disappeared into the crowds. WuFei experienced a brief flashback of him
and one of his many cousins hugging like that.
Iie! I *won't* think of that. I'm here... to be engaged... wonderful. Oh well, at least
that'll take my mind off... home. he told himself.
Makoto grabbed his hand impatiently and began pulling him to the center of the ball room.
"Hayaku, hayaku, Fei-kun. You have to meet Ami-chan, Mina-chan, Hotaru-chan, and
Setsuna-san. Duo told me you already met Rei-chan, Quatre-kun and Michiru-san. And you know
Haruka-san from our sparring session. Minna-san da."
WuFei nodded. He didn't know what else to do. At home he'd been a scholar, not liking to
associate with living people, preferring time with his books.
"I suppose you'll want to at least know who Heero is before hand..." Makoto murmured
thoughtfully. She looked around, "There he is."
WuFei glanced over to where Makoto was pointing. He saw two boys, dressed in the clothes of the
royal family of Earth.
"The shorter one is Heero, he's Sele-chan's boyfriend. The taller is Mamoru-kun, he's
Rei-chan's boyfriend and betrothed."
WuFei nodded affirmative, he knew who was whom.
"Oh, there's Duo. Ikuzo, Fei-kun, let's go talk to him."
I don't know why we'd bother. Duo talks enough for everyone. the Chinese boy thought, resisting
the urge to roll his eyes.
But there was a certain fondness behind those mental words that he just couldn't deny. Duo had
been extremely friendly to him and had made him feel at home.
"Then we'll join him and listen to him talk. Either way you wish to put it, ikuzo!"
WuFei stared at Makoto. He vaguely remembered... Ami, was it?, mentioning something about her
'gift' earlier that day. Maybe this was it.
I'll ask Duo or Trowa... later. he decided.
"Duo-chan!"
The braided boy searched for the owner of the voice. When he saw who it was his face lit up with
a grin that made his absolutely gorgeous...
EHHH?!?! Where did *that* come from? Demo... he really is beautiful... Urasei! Iie,
he's beautiful and I'm going to enjoy the view. No you're not. He's not any different than any
other boy. But you want to see him give *you* that smile. No I don't. Makoto, then? IIE! I do
*not* hold any feelings for them. You're lying to yourself. I am not. You're being childish,
then. I am *not* being childish. Then why are you arguing with yourself?
WuFei blinked. He *was* indeed arguing with himself. And if Makoto had been listening in... No,
she wouldn't do that. But that didn't take away from the fact that he had been arguing with
himself. He had never done that in his life.
"Oi, 'Fei-kun! Snap out of it!"
The Chinese boy blinked, then shook his head as his eyes focused on two slightly concerned green
ones.
"Shimatte, you scared me for a second there. It was like you were on another planet."
Makoto grinned, determining that WuFei was all right.
"Hn. Daijobu."
Duo rolled his eyes and sighed.
"He sounds like Heero. C'mon, Mako-chan. May I request the pleasure of this dance?"
Makoto giggled, "Kitto. I would love to." She turned to WuFei, "I'll be right back. Quatre's
over by the punch table, you can have him introduce you to Mina-chan, OK?"
"... Hn."
Duo whirled Makoto away and WuFei watched them. They did look perfect together. With a heavy
sigh, he turned away and began looking for the punch table. As he passed a slightly open door, a
hand shot out and dragged him into the room. WuFei tried to struggle, but the grip was like
iron. A hand clamped firmly over his mouth, cutting off any screams he might have had. He was
slammed into a wall and saw stars for a second.
"Yamero... or you'll hurt yourself," commanded a soft, nasal voice.
WuFei ceased his movements, preferring to have all his brain cells intact. He tried to see his
attacker, but the room was too dark. A switch flicked on and a minimal amount of light shone
through the darkness. He could just barely make out the silhouette of another boy in front of
him.
"You will not scream."
It wasn't a question. WuFei shook his head. He wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction. The
hand was removed from his mouth, but he remained firmly pressed against the wall.
"Kisama," he hissed, "Dare da?"
WuFei swore he could hear the other smirk.
"Yuy. Heero Yuy."
~Owari, chapter 4~
Trowa knocked on WuFei's door a few hours later. It opened promptly and the Chinese boy stood
there, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
"Dekiteiru ka?" he asked anyway.
WuFei nodded. "Hai."
"Ikuzo."
Trowa turned away and began walking to the ballroom. WuFei paused for a few seconds, then headed
after the taller boy. As they walked, WuFei couldn't help but wonder why Trowa reminded him of
someone, and who that someone was. He was abnormally tall... hmmm... tall... Makoto was also
quite tall...
"Moichido?"
WuFei snapped his head up from staring at the floor. "Nani?"
"You muttered something."
That's pointing out the obvious "Did I?"
"Ee. I was wondering what you were thinking about. You mentioned my imotou."
IMOTOU?! "Honto ni... who is she?"
Trowa glanced back at him, "Makoto."
WuFei stared at Trowa's back, widened eyes the only indicator of his surprise.
Though it does make sense. They have the same disconcerting eyes... that same green...
and their body frames are similar, besides the obvious differences. The height... the hair color,
it's all there.
The prince of Jupiter studied WuFei.
He seems nice enough. Polite anyway. Demo... he seems sad. I wonder if he remembers...
iie. He doesn't, I won't bring it up.
That decided, he led WuFei into the huge room where the ball would be taking place. WuFei
thought he might stop breathing. The ballroom was filled with hundreds of people, all talking
and laughing and dancing. Rei, Michiru, Quatre and Trowa would take their place on the music
stand soon, but for now they were all milling around. Makoto and a blond girl that WuFei hadn't
seen before were talking animatedly in a corner. Quatre approached, said something that made
both girls smile, and wished the blond off to dance. Makoto sighed, then tilted her head up as
if hearing something. After a few seconds, the Jovian princess looked over at Trowa and himself
and she approached.
"Youkoso, Fei-kun, oniichan. I didn't think you'd show up so soon."
WuFei nodded in greeting. Trowa smiled down at his sibling, one of his rare, soft smiles
reserved for people he loved. The only other people Makoto had ever seen him bestow it upon were
their parents and Ami.
"Ja matta ne, imouto. I'll be finishing a debate with Ami-san if you need me. Or on the
stage."
"Hai, oniichan. You know I'll be clapping loudest."
They hugged and Trowa disappeared into the crowds. WuFei experienced a brief flashback of him
and one of his many cousins hugging like that.
Iie! I *won't* think of that. I'm here... to be engaged... wonderful. Oh well, at least
that'll take my mind off... home. he told himself.
Makoto grabbed his hand impatiently and began pulling him to the center of the ball room.
"Hayaku, hayaku, Fei-kun. You have to meet Ami-chan, Mina-chan, Hotaru-chan, and
Setsuna-san. Duo told me you already met Rei-chan, Quatre-kun and Michiru-san. And you know
Haruka-san from our sparring session. Minna-san da."
WuFei nodded. He didn't know what else to do. At home he'd been a scholar, not liking to
associate with living people, preferring time with his books.
"I suppose you'll want to at least know who Heero is before hand..." Makoto murmured
thoughtfully. She looked around, "There he is."
WuFei glanced over to where Makoto was pointing. He saw two boys, dressed in the clothes of the
royal family of Earth.
"The shorter one is Heero, he's Sele-chan's boyfriend. The taller is Mamoru-kun, he's
Rei-chan's boyfriend and betrothed."
WuFei nodded affirmative, he knew who was whom.
"Oh, there's Duo. Ikuzo, Fei-kun, let's go talk to him."
I don't know why we'd bother. Duo talks enough for everyone. the Chinese boy thought, resisting
the urge to roll his eyes.
But there was a certain fondness behind those mental words that he just couldn't deny. Duo had
been extremely friendly to him and had made him feel at home.
"Then we'll join him and listen to him talk. Either way you wish to put it, ikuzo!"
WuFei stared at Makoto. He vaguely remembered... Ami, was it?, mentioning something about her
'gift' earlier that day. Maybe this was it.
I'll ask Duo or Trowa... later. he decided.
"Duo-chan!"
The braided boy searched for the owner of the voice. When he saw who it was his face lit up with
a grin that made his absolutely gorgeous...
EHHH?!?! Where did *that* come from? Demo... he really is beautiful... Urasei! Iie,
he's beautiful and I'm going to enjoy the view. No you're not. He's not any different than any
other boy. But you want to see him give *you* that smile. No I don't. Makoto, then? IIE! I do
*not* hold any feelings for them. You're lying to yourself. I am not. You're being childish,
then. I am *not* being childish. Then why are you arguing with yourself?
WuFei blinked. He *was* indeed arguing with himself. And if Makoto had been listening in... No,
she wouldn't do that. But that didn't take away from the fact that he had been arguing with
himself. He had never done that in his life.
"Oi, 'Fei-kun! Snap out of it!"
The Chinese boy blinked, then shook his head as his eyes focused on two slightly concerned green
ones.
"Shimatte, you scared me for a second there. It was like you were on another planet."
Makoto grinned, determining that WuFei was all right.
"Hn. Daijobu."
Duo rolled his eyes and sighed.
"He sounds like Heero. C'mon, Mako-chan. May I request the pleasure of this dance?"
Makoto giggled, "Kitto. I would love to." She turned to WuFei, "I'll be right back. Quatre's
over by the punch table, you can have him introduce you to Mina-chan, OK?"
"... Hn."
Duo whirled Makoto away and WuFei watched them. They did look perfect together. With a heavy
sigh, he turned away and began looking for the punch table. As he passed a slightly open door, a
hand shot out and dragged him into the room. WuFei tried to struggle, but the grip was like
iron. A hand clamped firmly over his mouth, cutting off any screams he might have had. He was
slammed into a wall and saw stars for a second.
"Yamero... or you'll hurt yourself," commanded a soft, nasal voice.
WuFei ceased his movements, preferring to have all his brain cells intact. He tried to see his
attacker, but the room was too dark. A switch flicked on and a minimal amount of light shone
through the darkness. He could just barely make out the silhouette of another boy in front of
him.
"You will not scream."
It wasn't a question. WuFei shook his head. He wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction. The
hand was removed from his mouth, but he remained firmly pressed against the wall.
"Kisama," he hissed, "Dare da?"
WuFei swore he could hear the other smirk.
"Yuy. Heero Yuy."
~Owari, chapter 4~