Disclaimers: I. Dont. Own. It.


Only 2 chapters so far, but more to come. Im lazy =P





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Wufei groaned and lifted his face up to the sky, begging the freezing rain to take it away. All
of it. So many feelings and not enough brainpower to recognize and define them all. That would
be pointless. And yet, so was sitting outside in a freezing rain storm, feeling sorry for yourself.

The rain denied the Chinese boy's wants and continued showering objects below, uncaring in a
similar way to that of one Heero Yuy. "And yet he still went to him," Wufei grunted hoarsely,
nose feeling runny, and eyes all pink and sore. Afew shivers here and there, but his body's need
for heat was out-weighed by the teen's own stubborness.

He couldn't believe what Duo had done that morning, got up and just left. Like a little obediant
puppy eager for attention. As if it would mean nothing to Wufei and he could just shrug it off.
"I wish," he muttered and looked down at the ground.

Ok, so maybe Duo and Wufei weren't even really friends, but that didn't mean he wasn't trying.
Unlike Yuy, who just showed up, went to his laptop, and left- Braided baka in close pursuit. It
wasn't even his fucking mission to go to, Wufei's mind screamed, It was Heero's.

The stupid bastard let him come along though, when any other day he'd of punched Duo out. What was
so different that morning that made Heero act otherwise?

"Wufei. Get in here!" thoughts interupted by concerned words. Quatre grabbed Wufei, somewhat
roughly, by his shoulders and dragged him back into his room, and the Safe House. He set the
soaked-clean boy onto his bed and went for a towel in the nearby bathroom.

"What the heck were you doing, Wufei?" Quatre asked confused, and a little less angry, as he
returned with a large towel and wrapped it tightly around him.

"Nothing," Wufei said quietly, maybe a little ashamed and definately sad. Ahh the downside to
sharing a Safe House with Quatre. You can't do anything without him finding out and interupting.

"Don't you know we've got a mission tomorrow? If you've got a cold," Quatre scorned and kept on
fussing over the boy. All the while hoping he didn't catch anything serious, or miss anything of
the movie he and Trowa had been watching downstairs.


***


"Thanks for letting me come along, Heero." Duo said, walking into the Safe House both would be
sharing during Heero's mission, and flung his duffel bag, along with himself, onto a nearby couch.

"Hn," Heero muttered, then closed the door and rested his bag on the floor. He was a little angry
and annoyed that he had agreed to bring the loud-mouthed pilot along. He also didn't like the fact
that Quatre had pressed him about it, he had seemed almost eager to get both Duo and he to leave.
Almost like he'd wanted Trowa all to himself in some way to Heero's messed up mind.

The Japanese pilot's stoney, cobalt eyes flared with anger for a breif moment. Luckily Duo hadn't
noticed, he seemed to be busy thinking about things himself and Heero wondered what those things
were.

That was another thing that was bothering him; Duo's silence. Heero never used to think silence was
at all or ever could be awkward to him. But on the ride to the safe house Duo hadn't said anything,
hadn't even tried to strike up a conversation like his usual self, and that alone was frightening.

What could possibly have been distracting the teen that he could sit through silence happily during
the ride, and even now? His face sure didn't seem happy though, more like some sort of wistful and
detached sadness. Not enough to cry about, but obviously enough to express quietly, and to some
extent.

Hmm, since when had he paid attention to anyone's emotions, much less try to define them? Since
him, Heero thought with the exact same wistful sadness Duo was giving off on the couch. And that
was definately a challenge, but one Heero had grown to like. Even adore.

Trowa was almost just as emotionless as he, so determining the boy's feelings was a hard task. But
over time he had learned to notice afew things, and stored them away in his efficient mind forever,
cherishing them.

At one point Heero's opposing mind would have completely denied he had feelings for anyone. If,
that is, he had been trained differently. But he grew up taught that following your emotions, no
matter how confusing, was the best thing to do. So Heero put complete trust in that idea and never
bothered denying any of it.

However, he had yet to act on them. Another saddening thought.

"Heero," Duo's low voice interupted like a cow infront of his train of thought, "You just gonna
stand there all night or what?" His cheery self seemed to be back somewhat, Heero almost hoped it
was to stay. If Duo became more serious it would only become more awkward in the small confining
safe house, and he had grown accustomed to the braided baka.


***


"I'm begining to think Duo was wrong about Wufei," Quatre thought outloud quietly, but so that
Trowa could hear, descending the stairs and taking a seat beside the boy on the small couch infront
of the tv.

"Why is that?" Trowa asked passively, eyes set to the tv. Although he hadn't paid attention to the
movie since it had started.

Quatre sighed, "I found him outside, sitting in the rain. Either he's upset about Duo, or in some
twisted way he loves Heero," the blonde giggled. It seemed next to impossible to him that *anyone*
could love that stone-faced pilot, the idea of *Heero* having any feelings, or loving someone, was
even more unimaginable. There was about as much chance in that as there was in Trowa getting up
infront of a million people and doing the macarena, or Wufei announcing his love for Lucrezia Noin!

Trowa felt like frowning, but he couldn't be so expressive. Why did he think loving Heero would be
twisted? Maybe it was. Out of all the pilots, or even anyone Trowa had ever met, Heero was least
expressive, but that didn't mean he had no emotions. That didn't mean he could *never* love anyone.

"Is he going to be ok?" Trowa asked absently, keeping awkward silence at bay with an invisible
stick.

"Yeah," Quatre smiled and turned his body abit to regard the pilot better -I swear there could of
been hentai on that tv and neither would have noticed-, "I think it'll be good for both of them to
spend some time apart for now. That way they'll be able to discover and sort out their feelings."

Maybe that was what Heero was doing right now? ...Fat chance, Trowa scoffed almost in a bitter way.
Although that was the case for he. Heero hadn't even been gone a whole day, and already he'd found
he missed the boy, and whatever small amount of company he'd offered.

Or maybe not the non-exsistant, unoffered company, but rather the opportunity to glance longingly
at whatever piece of Heero Yuy availiable. Trowa blushed faintly.

And Quatre had seen it. "Trowa..?"

"So I guess Wufei has already figured out *his* feelings?" he asked trying to cover up what Quatre
had probably seen.

For a moment Quatre wondered if Trowa had been thinking about him. But his question brought him
back to reality. "I think so, but I'm sure he's wondering why Heero would let Duo come along on his
mission."

At first when Trowa had seen Heero leave with Duo, he'd been jealous, confused, and in a stupid,
weak way, hurt. His small hopes that Heero would love *him* we're swiftly crushed, and all without
even blinking. But later, thankfully not *too* much time later, Quatre had explained to him that
he'd convinced Heero to bring Duo along so he could knock some sense into Wufei's ice-covered heart.

It seemed to have worked, from what Trowa had heard, but in different ways than Quatre had probably
planned.