Chapter 4
Trowa knocked on WuFei's door a few hours later; it was time to present the new boy to the
population of the moon kingdom. He smiled slightly as he waited for the new boy. WuFei seemed
rather like Makoto, sans the 'women are weak' complex. This of course, meant he most likely
would *not* like parties with large crowds, and this party would have a *huge* crowd. The door
opened promptly and the Chinese boy stood there, looking like he had been waiting for a long
time.
"Dekiteiru ka?" the prince asked anyway.
WuFei nodded once.
"Hai."
"Saa, ikuyo."
Trowa turned away and began walking to the ballroom, wondering if he would be followed. He hated
having to wait for people, though the Chinese boy did not seem like the sort of person to keep
someone waiting. WuFei paused for a few seconds, then headed after the taller boy. As they
walked, WuFei could not help but wonder why Trowa reminded him of someone, and who that someone
was.
"He's abnormally tall ... hmmm ... tall ... Makoto's also quite tall ... " he muttered to
himself, not realizing that Trowa was trained as well as he was, if not better, as a Gundam
pilot.
"Mou ichido?" the soft voice asked, a smile coloring it.
WuFei snapped his head up from staring at the floor as he walked along. Had he really been
*that* loud? Trowa chuckled softly, this boy was very easily surprised, no matter how well he
hid it.
"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?"
The Jovian prince glanced back at him out of his one visible eye. The bangs that covered the
other gave him a mysterious air and he wore a small grin that announced that he knew something
the rest of the world did not.
"Makoto."
WuFei stared at Trowa's back, widened eyes the only indicator of his surprise, and tried to walk
without tripping or just plain falling down from shock. *Now* he knew whom Trowa reminded him
of, though he would *never* have guessed it, the two were so different.
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, not like in the OZ base. He seems sad. I wonder if
he remembers Duo ... iie. He doesn't, so I won't bring it up.
That decided he led WuFei, without furthur conversation, through the many halls and into the huge
room where the ball would take place. WuFei thought he might stop breathing when they entered.
The ballroom was filled with hundreds upon hundreds of people, all talking and laughing or
dancing. The people were everywhere, people he knew and people he had never seen. He absently
wondered exactly how many there were, and how they all managed to dance without killing each
other.
There are too many! he thought in panic, surveying the room and looking for a friendly
face, K'so! I can't handle this! Where are Makoto and Duo ... At least I know them ... Kamisama,
I *hate* dances!!!
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 wisked
the blond off to dance. Makoto sighed happy for her friends, but lonely without Duo, then tilted
her head up as if hearing something. She frowned, looking concerned. After a few seconds, the
Jovian princess looked over at Trowa and himself and she approached, going immediately to WuFei's
side.
"Youkoso, Fei-kun, oniichan. I didn't think you'd show up so soon."
The Chinese nodded in greeting, not looking at her, trying to keep his panic subsided. As a
scholar he made it a practice to stay away from large crowds of people, and this was certainly
one of those things he would love to have avoided. He would probably never tell Makoto how glad
he was to see her at that moment, but then, she gave the impression that she already knew. 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. She grinned at
that thought, her gentle friend and stoic brother might seem like an odd couple, but they really
were fit for each other. She had asked Minako about that once, and the Senshi of Venus had
explained that they were connected with a pink threat of destiny. Apparently the pink threat
meant that they enjoyed clashing heads over intellectual matters, and that brought them closer
with each passing day, no matter that they were shy, and it was a thread that was not easily
broken. Makoto remembered how glad she had been when she had heard that, she knew that Trowa
really needed someone who would remain faithful, and Ami was nothing if not intelligent and
faithful.
"Ja matta ne, imouto," Trowa said, spotting Ami, "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."
Makoto winked at him as they hugged and watched Trowa disappear into the crowds. She knew that
he was going to ask Ami to dance while they discussed the current politics of Earth. Wonder of
wonders, that was somehow exciting to them, something she would never understand. WuFei,
watching the siblings hug, experienced a brief flashback of him and one of his many cousins
hugging at one of the rare family meetings his family held.
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, trying
to take his mind off everything that was wrong in his life. She knew that look he had about him,
one of hopelessness and despair, and was determined not to let it take him over.
"Hayaku, hayaku, Fei-kun. You have to meet Ami-chan and Mina-chan and 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 and let her drag him along. He did not know what else to do, having no real
experiance with social gatherings, something Meiran had always nagged at him for. At home he had
been a scholar, not liking to associate with living people and preferring time with his books.
Here he did not even know where the library was.
"I suppose you'll want to at least know who Heero is before hand ... " Makoto murmured
thoughtfully.
She looked around, knowing that Heero was a very secrative person, who blended into crowds well.
Finally she spotted him with his older brother.
"There he is."
WuFei glanced over to where Makoto was pointing, curious but unwilling to show it. 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."
The Chinese boy nodded affirmative, he knew who was whom. The Jovian Princess grinned at him and
kept looking around the room, her sharp, green eyes darting from place to place like only an
experianced fighter's could. WuFei found himself surprised at the thought of Makoto being
experianced in the ways of fighting, though he had been given first hand proof of that. The girl
apparently found who she was looking for, because her eyes lit up.
"Oh, there's Duo. Ikuyo, 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.
There was a certain fondness behind those mental words that he just could not deny, though. Duo
had been extremely friendly to him and had made him feel at home. These two were his first ...
dare he say it, friends? Yes, they were. They cared about him and how he was getting along in
this new home of his. Not to mention that he kept bashing his head into a wall trying to figure
out why, why *why* he thought they were familiar.
"Then we'll join him and listen to him talk. Either way you wish to put it, let's go!"
she giggled at him.
WuFei stared at Makoto, wondering how on the Moon or Earth or Universe she could have heard his
thoughts. It was either that or she could read body language really well, but ... he remembered
... Ami, was it?, mentioning something about her 'Gift' earlier that day. Maybe this was it,
that Gift. Then again, maybe he was just being weird and scholorly, as he was known to be,
trying to find the answer to the un-answerable.
I'll ask Duo or Trowa ... later. he decided.
"Duo-chan!" Makoto called, over the noise of the dancers and musicians.
The braided boy looked up immediately upon hearing his name, head swishing from side to side as
he searched for the owner of the voice. WuFei was startled to see this, the ball room was
insanely loud and surely noone's hearing could be *that* good. Then again, *his* was so maybe
... When Duo saw who it was calling him, 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 would not do that. But that did not 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. Duo stood behind her, also looking concerned, though he hid it better than she. For some
reason he felt comforted by their concern, when on most occasions he would have dismissed it
completely.
"Shimatta, you scared me for a second there. It was like you were on another planet."
Makoto grinned, determining that WuFei was all right.
He rolled his eyes and offered a tiny smile to take away some of the harshness that might be
interpreted.
"Hn. Daijobu."
Duo rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head.
"He sounds like Heero. C'mon, Mako-chan. May I request the pleasure of this dance?"
Makoto giggled. Inwardly, WuFei frowned. Whether it was because he wanted to be the one dancing
with Duo or Makoto, he could not tell. Maybe it was because he just did not want to be alone.
"Kitto. I would love to," she turned to WuFei, "I'll be right back. Quatre-kun'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, realising that he could never have either, 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, effectively
cutting off any screams he might have had. He was slammed into a wall and saw stars for a
second.
"Yamero. 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 was not a question. WuFei shook his head, he would not give the bastard the satisfaction.
The hand was removed from his mouth, but he remained firmly pressed against the wall. Yet
another thing the boy found familiar about these people, but for the life of him could not figure
out why.
"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 was time to present the new boy to the
population of the moon kingdom. He smiled slightly as he waited for the new boy. WuFei seemed
rather like Makoto, sans the 'women are weak' complex. This of course, meant he most likely
would *not* like parties with large crowds, and this party would have a *huge* crowd. The door
opened promptly and the Chinese boy stood there, looking like he had been waiting for a long
time.
"Dekiteiru ka?" the prince asked anyway.
WuFei nodded once.
"Hai."
"Saa, ikuyo."
Trowa turned away and began walking to the ballroom, wondering if he would be followed. He hated
having to wait for people, though the Chinese boy did not seem like the sort of person to keep
someone waiting. WuFei paused for a few seconds, then headed after the taller boy. As they
walked, WuFei could not help but wonder why Trowa reminded him of someone, and who that someone
was.
"He's abnormally tall ... hmmm ... tall ... Makoto's also quite tall ... " he muttered to
himself, not realizing that Trowa was trained as well as he was, if not better, as a Gundam
pilot.
"Mou ichido?" the soft voice asked, a smile coloring it.
WuFei snapped his head up from staring at the floor as he walked along. Had he really been
*that* loud? Trowa chuckled softly, this boy was very easily surprised, no matter how well he
hid it.
"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?"
The Jovian prince glanced back at him out of his one visible eye. The bangs that covered the
other gave him a mysterious air and he wore a small grin that announced that he knew something
the rest of the world did not.
"Makoto."
WuFei stared at Trowa's back, widened eyes the only indicator of his surprise, and tried to walk
without tripping or just plain falling down from shock. *Now* he knew whom Trowa reminded him
of, though he would *never* have guessed it, the two were so different.
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, not like in the OZ base. He seems sad. I wonder if
he remembers Duo ... iie. He doesn't, so I won't bring it up.
That decided he led WuFei, without furthur conversation, through the many halls and into the huge
room where the ball would take place. WuFei thought he might stop breathing when they entered.
The ballroom was filled with hundreds upon hundreds of people, all talking and laughing or
dancing. The people were everywhere, people he knew and people he had never seen. He absently
wondered exactly how many there were, and how they all managed to dance without killing each
other.
There are too many! he thought in panic, surveying the room and looking for a friendly
face, K'so! I can't handle this! Where are Makoto and Duo ... At least I know them ... Kamisama,
I *hate* dances!!!
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 wisked
the blond off to dance. Makoto sighed happy for her friends, but lonely without Duo, then tilted
her head up as if hearing something. She frowned, looking concerned. After a few seconds, the
Jovian princess looked over at Trowa and himself and she approached, going immediately to WuFei's
side.
"Youkoso, Fei-kun, oniichan. I didn't think you'd show up so soon."
The Chinese nodded in greeting, not looking at her, trying to keep his panic subsided. As a
scholar he made it a practice to stay away from large crowds of people, and this was certainly
one of those things he would love to have avoided. He would probably never tell Makoto how glad
he was to see her at that moment, but then, she gave the impression that she already knew. 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. She grinned at
that thought, her gentle friend and stoic brother might seem like an odd couple, but they really
were fit for each other. She had asked Minako about that once, and the Senshi of Venus had
explained that they were connected with a pink threat of destiny. Apparently the pink threat
meant that they enjoyed clashing heads over intellectual matters, and that brought them closer
with each passing day, no matter that they were shy, and it was a thread that was not easily
broken. Makoto remembered how glad she had been when she had heard that, she knew that Trowa
really needed someone who would remain faithful, and Ami was nothing if not intelligent and
faithful.
"Ja matta ne, imouto," Trowa said, spotting Ami, "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."
Makoto winked at him as they hugged and watched Trowa disappear into the crowds. She knew that
he was going to ask Ami to dance while they discussed the current politics of Earth. Wonder of
wonders, that was somehow exciting to them, something she would never understand. WuFei,
watching the siblings hug, experienced a brief flashback of him and one of his many cousins
hugging at one of the rare family meetings his family held.
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, trying
to take his mind off everything that was wrong in his life. She knew that look he had about him,
one of hopelessness and despair, and was determined not to let it take him over.
"Hayaku, hayaku, Fei-kun. You have to meet Ami-chan and Mina-chan and 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 and let her drag him along. He did not know what else to do, having no real
experiance with social gatherings, something Meiran had always nagged at him for. At home he had
been a scholar, not liking to associate with living people and preferring time with his books.
Here he did not even know where the library was.
"I suppose you'll want to at least know who Heero is before hand ... " Makoto murmured
thoughtfully.
She looked around, knowing that Heero was a very secrative person, who blended into crowds well.
Finally she spotted him with his older brother.
"There he is."
WuFei glanced over to where Makoto was pointing, curious but unwilling to show it. 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."
The Chinese boy nodded affirmative, he knew who was whom. The Jovian Princess grinned at him and
kept looking around the room, her sharp, green eyes darting from place to place like only an
experianced fighter's could. WuFei found himself surprised at the thought of Makoto being
experianced in the ways of fighting, though he had been given first hand proof of that. The girl
apparently found who she was looking for, because her eyes lit up.
"Oh, there's Duo. Ikuyo, 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.
There was a certain fondness behind those mental words that he just could not deny, though. Duo
had been extremely friendly to him and had made him feel at home. These two were his first ...
dare he say it, friends? Yes, they were. They cared about him and how he was getting along in
this new home of his. Not to mention that he kept bashing his head into a wall trying to figure
out why, why *why* he thought they were familiar.
"Then we'll join him and listen to him talk. Either way you wish to put it, let's go!"
she giggled at him.
WuFei stared at Makoto, wondering how on the Moon or Earth or Universe she could have heard his
thoughts. It was either that or she could read body language really well, but ... he remembered
... Ami, was it?, mentioning something about her 'Gift' earlier that day. Maybe this was it,
that Gift. Then again, maybe he was just being weird and scholorly, as he was known to be,
trying to find the answer to the un-answerable.
I'll ask Duo or Trowa ... later. he decided.
"Duo-chan!" Makoto called, over the noise of the dancers and musicians.
The braided boy looked up immediately upon hearing his name, head swishing from side to side as
he searched for the owner of the voice. WuFei was startled to see this, the ball room was
insanely loud and surely noone's hearing could be *that* good. Then again, *his* was so maybe
... When Duo saw who it was calling him, 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 would not do that. But that did not 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. Duo stood behind her, also looking concerned, though he hid it better than she. For some
reason he felt comforted by their concern, when on most occasions he would have dismissed it
completely.
"Shimatta, you scared me for a second there. It was like you were on another planet."
Makoto grinned, determining that WuFei was all right.
He rolled his eyes and offered a tiny smile to take away some of the harshness that might be
interpreted.
"Hn. Daijobu."
Duo rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head.
"He sounds like Heero. C'mon, Mako-chan. May I request the pleasure of this dance?"
Makoto giggled. Inwardly, WuFei frowned. Whether it was because he wanted to be the one dancing
with Duo or Makoto, he could not tell. Maybe it was because he just did not want to be alone.
"Kitto. I would love to," she turned to WuFei, "I'll be right back. Quatre-kun'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, realising that he could never have either, 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, effectively
cutting off any screams he might have had. He was slammed into a wall and saw stars for a
second.
"Yamero. 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 was not a question. WuFei shook his head, he would not give the bastard the satisfaction.
The hand was removed from his mouth, but he remained firmly pressed against the wall. Yet
another thing the boy found familiar about these people, but for the life of him could not figure
out why.
"Kisama," he hissed, "Dare da?"
WuFei swore he could hear the other smirk.
"Yuy. Heero Yuy."
~Owari, chapter 4~
