A Gentle SHOVE In The Right Direction
Chapter 3: Meddling In Fate's Realm
By: Tripping Daisies
Rating: PG-13; for minor language usage
Spoilers: None that I can think of
P.O.V: Third Person
Pairings: planned 1x2, and 3x4
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Only the plot belongs to me.
Summary: New love could blossom in the war-torn, chaos-filled universe. But sometimes foolishness, arrogance, and adolescent stupidity prevent anything from happening. Then, all you need is a gentle nudge in the right direction…or in this case, a gentle shove.
// //: Heero's Thoughts
{ }: Duo's Thoughts
-- --: Wu Fei's Thoughts
~*~: Scene Change
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After Quatre and Trowa had welcomed each other home and rediscovered their love in the more physical sense, the acquainted themselves with the troubles of their friends.
"Duo actually admitted to having feelings for Heero? In blunt, unclouded terms?" Quatre almost shouted, his voice full of surprise.
"Yes, my love. He did. What I find extremely surprising is that Heero also confessed his feelings," Trowa responded in earnest.
"Indeed, it was a shock. You know, I think our 'Perfect Soldier' is truly becoming a 'perfect human'. He's discovering his emotions. I am so happy for him," Quatre said, punctuating his comment with a yawn.
"Love, it is late and you are tired. We shall figure out what to do with this information in the morning. Sleep now."
"Yes, I suppose you are right. Sleep would be in order," Quatre mumbled as he pillowed his head on Trowa's muscular chest. "I love you, Trowa," Quatre mumbled through his half-asleep fogged brain. Sleep quickly ensued the statement.
"I love you, too Quatre, heart of my heart." With that, Trowa joined his love in a peaceful dream, plotting as to how they could fix this problem between Heero and Duo.
~*~
Duo swiped at his eyes, at the tears that had long ago dried. {Why am I such a nuisance to everyone?} Heero's off-hand attempt at a joke really struck Duo to the core. He couldn't believe that was all Heero thought Duo was.
Duo got up from the bed and walked towards his door, intent on going to get a glass of soda. He paused just outside of Heero's room, seeing the door open and the lights off. The dim green glow of the laptop was the only source of illumination. It cast shadows; yet still shed some light, on the face of the handsome sleeping Japanese boy. How Duo longed to tiptoe into that room, kneel beside the bed, and caress the cheek that was upturned from the pillow. He knew, though, that Heero would wake at the slightest touch, and that stopped him. {After all, it isn't like I have a death wish!}
That was the thought that got Duo's feet moving. He continued to silently maneuver down the stairs. He stopped at the sight before him. Wu Fei was coming up the stairs, presumably on his way to bed. They had nearly collided mid-way.
Wu Fei looked Duo up and down. He was only wearing a pair of black boxers. Wu Fei himself had to keep his face blank, which was a very great challenge. -- Hot damn, Duo looks good. What I wouldn't give to run my hands over that smooth, ivory chest! And his hair! Good God, it would be so wonderful to make love to him, while running my fingers through that hair. I have to get to my room! -- Wu Fei dismissed the incident by saying:
"Excuse me, Maxwell."
Duo continued on his way, also mumbling something resembling an apology. Making his way to the refrigerator in the kitchen, he grabbed a soft drink and headed back up to his room. This time, outside of Wu Fei's room, he stopped. The noises he heard did not warrant any shock. {More power to Wuffles. After all, he is a teenage boy! What would I expect?} A soft moan disturbed by a stifled yawn awakened a part of Duo's body that begged for release.
He ran down to his room, intent on giving himself just that. However, he found that the moment he lay his body down, sleep claimed him, denying him the chance to fulfill any fantasies his mind could have conjured.
~*~
Trowa rolled over on the bed, trying to evade the sunlight, which was attempting to pry his eyelids open. Finally determining that it was impossible to do so, he grunted and resigned himself to his fate.
Sensing that his lover had finally lost his battle with the sun, Quatre himself yawned and stretched his small frame. Both boys rolled to the center of the bed, reaching out for each other as the sunflower reaches for the sun. Quatre's hands found Trowa's first. However, Trowa was first to find his tongue.
"Mmmm…morning, love." Anything else he could have said was cut off by a chaste kiss administered by the small angel lying next to him. As they separated, Quatre spoke both their minds in two simple phrases.
"Six o'clock in the morning is an ungodly hour. No one, in their right minds should be up at this hour."
"Unfortunately, angel, my internal clock will NOT allow me to sleep in. So now, we shall continue the conversation of last night," Trowa immediately directed the conversation to the peaked point of interest.
"You are correct, love. Is there some way we can help these two struggling love birds?" Quatre asked, concerned for the happiness of both his friends.
"I am also concerned for their well-beings. During my sleep, I believe I have formulated a plausible plan for getting these two together," Trowa stated, in a very matter-of-fact way.
"I'm all ears!"
"Before the war, my sister, Catherine, imposed a tradition on me called a 'blind date'. It is where you set a friend, or sibling up with another friend, and send them on a date. They do not know whom their date is until they meet at the restaurant or movie that they will be attending. Maybe, if we can get Heero and Duo alone together, long enough, they will confess their own feelings for each other. If not, then we may need to take a more direct approach. For now, though, this seems like the most logical thing to do. Do you agree with my plans, Quatre?"
"You know, I was thinking of something along those lines, however I did not know how to put it. You are a man of few words, my love, but eloquent with those few," Quatre said, complimenting his lover. He was rewarded with a slight bowing of Trowa's head, and a rosy hue tinting his cheeks.
"Thank you."
"Now, let us start working out the specifics!" Quatre said, while enthusiastically rubbing his hands together and smirking with a mischievous look in his eyes.
~*~
Outside the door, there lurked another one of the Gundam pilot. His ebony orbs were glazed over with jealousy. -- So the pilot of wing returns Duo's feelings, and those two are attempting to play matchmaker. Ha! Watch it fall to pieces --
Silently, Wu Fei crept away, going outside to practice with his katanas. He smirked all the while. -- Haven't they figured out that I am the man of Duo's dreams? I am the man that was put here to fulfill all of his needs. I can love him like no other, and lets face it, I am a sex god! He would have no complaints if he were to be my lover. Unlike Yuy, I am willing to talk, I am good looking, I am everything that Duo Maxwell could ever hope to have. When I show up at Degrassi's, I just hope that baka will be able to see beyond infatuation and pick something that is stable, something that he'll have for his entire life. –
With that, Wu Fei decided his practice for the day was over, and put up his katanas. He stepped back into the house, to come face-to-face with the braided man in question.
"Hey-lo Wuffles…what're you doin' up? S'early…" Duo questioned, his words groggily slurred.
"This is the last time I will tell you! My. Name. Is. Wu. Fei. Not 'Wuffles', not 'Wu-man', and most definitely not 'Wu-bear'! It is a disgrace to my family's honor. There is no justice in disgracing a family's honor, Maxwell. And it is not early, by any means. It's already 9 o'clock."
"Fine, fine, fiiiine! Don't go all 'Heero Yuy'-anal-retentive on me! We okay now, Wu Fei?" Duo questioned, trying to appease the situation.
"Yes, we are."
"Good. I have stuff to do. See you later, Wu-bear!" Duo said, as he bounded away.
"Grrrrrr Maxwell!!!"
Laughter met his ears. As much as he was exasperated with the braided baka, he couldn't help but smirk at Duo's pet names for him. He absolutely adored them.
-- Just wait, my Duo. You'll be able to pick the better mate. --
TBC…
A/N:
Daisies: Oh Muse, My Muse!
Muse Twiz: Stop stealing quotes from famous movies! That's another thing they could sue you for!
Daisies: Oh yeah. I do not own the above quote. It is from the movie, The Dead Poets' Society.
Muse Twiz: Anyways, what were you trying to say with that quote there?
Daisies: I don't really know.
Muse Twiz: Well, in that case, I will take after Muse Mariachi and say
~*Queso to you*~