I hear my voice throughout the bickering coming from the top of the stairs. I turn around to see Quatre in distress and take note that Duo and Heero finally arrived.
Did something happen to Wufei, I wonder in thought. Probably so, that would explain my blonde friend's current state. Seeing that the group upstairs was still arguing, I walk into the kitchen to place the bags off to the side and begin to prepare dinner.
As I'm doing my task I feel someone's presence. Although it doesn't seem to be friendly I acknowledge it anyhow.
"Yes?" Silence fills the room. Suddenly the temperature drops, leaving the area unnaturally cool.
I turn around to confront whoever it is, "What is it that," I stop when I see that no one is there.
Shortly after though, Duo's figure bounces into the room. Immediately the room is back to normal. Quatre and Heero aren't far behind and the room lightens up with each of their steps.
If I recall correctly, this doesn't happen often. Or it shouldn't happen, whatever the case may be.
"Hey Trowa," Duo calls out as he plops down in a seat at the dinner table, "did you by chance happen to see a Chinese pilot about yea tall," he demonstrates with his hands, "and not wearing normal Wufei-like clothes."
I shake my head. I didn't expect Wufei to recover this quickly; he was in critical condition just a couple hours ago.
"Where is Sally at?" I ask.
"She left," Quatre answers me.
I arched an eyebrow in response. Clearly there is more that I need to know.
"Wufei died not ten minutes ago," the blonde continues.
"And his body is no where to be found since we arrived," my Japanese friend says.
"And," Duo says drastically, "I swear that I saw Wufei, once going into the bathroom and once going downstairs."
"By chance did Wufei pass you when you came in?" Quatre finished.
Well, the whole world sure made sense now. I shook my head no. I would probably be safer if I didn't ask anymore questions. So I don't and I continue with making everyone's meal and listening to the continued conversation.
"See Duo," Quatre states, "There is no Wufei. Have you been taking any drugs? It would sure explain the hallucinations."
I laughed quietly on the inside, but allow only a small smirk to be visible. Quatre is always in more control, but this? This was slightly, different?
"No I haven't done anything," Duo shot back.
"You both need to calm down," Heero put himself between the two, "There is a logical explanation for this."
For being a serious situation, I found it amusing. Therefore I need to stop it before it gets out of hand.
"Food is almost done," I inform the group, "Will you please set the table."
"Awe. You're no fun, Tro," Duo complains beginning to do as instructed.
Order has successfully been established, go me. "Trowa," I correct.
I barely notice that Quatre is by my side helping me with what little left there is for me to do. Come to think of it, he's by me most of the time. I notice he's a little closer than usual, I don't mind however, Quatre usually has a distance he keeps. Something is probably up.
Unconsciously we both reach for a cloth; his body jumps at the contact.
"What's the matter?" I ask as he gives me the towel.
His gaze is on the countertop making his bangs a barrier against me. "It's nothing," he stutters, "I'm just confused."
About more than one thing, I muse. Wordlessly, we place the food on the table. Once everyone got seated Duo started babbling, this meant trouble.
"Duo, eat before your meal gets cold," Heero orders. He must have seen his partner's discomfort as well.
"Quatre?" the braided boy said after a few moments of silence went by.
"Yes Duo, what is it?"
"It took Heero and I a long time to find this place, how come you never showed us this place before?"
My interest was sparked; I waited patently for the reply.
Did something happen to Wufei, I wonder in thought. Probably so, that would explain my blonde friend's current state. Seeing that the group upstairs was still arguing, I walk into the kitchen to place the bags off to the side and begin to prepare dinner.
As I'm doing my task I feel someone's presence. Although it doesn't seem to be friendly I acknowledge it anyhow.
"Yes?" Silence fills the room. Suddenly the temperature drops, leaving the area unnaturally cool.
I turn around to confront whoever it is, "What is it that," I stop when I see that no one is there.
Shortly after though, Duo's figure bounces into the room. Immediately the room is back to normal. Quatre and Heero aren't far behind and the room lightens up with each of their steps.
If I recall correctly, this doesn't happen often. Or it shouldn't happen, whatever the case may be.
"Hey Trowa," Duo calls out as he plops down in a seat at the dinner table, "did you by chance happen to see a Chinese pilot about yea tall," he demonstrates with his hands, "and not wearing normal Wufei-like clothes."
I shake my head. I didn't expect Wufei to recover this quickly; he was in critical condition just a couple hours ago.
"Where is Sally at?" I ask.
"She left," Quatre answers me.
I arched an eyebrow in response. Clearly there is more that I need to know.
"Wufei died not ten minutes ago," the blonde continues.
"And his body is no where to be found since we arrived," my Japanese friend says.
"And," Duo says drastically, "I swear that I saw Wufei, once going into the bathroom and once going downstairs."
"By chance did Wufei pass you when you came in?" Quatre finished.
Well, the whole world sure made sense now. I shook my head no. I would probably be safer if I didn't ask anymore questions. So I don't and I continue with making everyone's meal and listening to the continued conversation.
"See Duo," Quatre states, "There is no Wufei. Have you been taking any drugs? It would sure explain the hallucinations."
I laughed quietly on the inside, but allow only a small smirk to be visible. Quatre is always in more control, but this? This was slightly, different?
"No I haven't done anything," Duo shot back.
"You both need to calm down," Heero put himself between the two, "There is a logical explanation for this."
For being a serious situation, I found it amusing. Therefore I need to stop it before it gets out of hand.
"Food is almost done," I inform the group, "Will you please set the table."
"Awe. You're no fun, Tro," Duo complains beginning to do as instructed.
Order has successfully been established, go me. "Trowa," I correct.
I barely notice that Quatre is by my side helping me with what little left there is for me to do. Come to think of it, he's by me most of the time. I notice he's a little closer than usual, I don't mind however, Quatre usually has a distance he keeps. Something is probably up.
Unconsciously we both reach for a cloth; his body jumps at the contact.
"What's the matter?" I ask as he gives me the towel.
His gaze is on the countertop making his bangs a barrier against me. "It's nothing," he stutters, "I'm just confused."
About more than one thing, I muse. Wordlessly, we place the food on the table. Once everyone got seated Duo started babbling, this meant trouble.
"Duo, eat before your meal gets cold," Heero orders. He must have seen his partner's discomfort as well.
"Quatre?" the braided boy said after a few moments of silence went by.
"Yes Duo, what is it?"
"It took Heero and I a long time to find this place, how come you never showed us this place before?"
My interest was sparked; I waited patently for the reply.