Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, fortunately for them, the characters of Gundam Wing do not belong to me. I am writing this story for entertainment purposes only, and there is no money involved. Oh, and one other thing: I hope you enjoy!
Ever since the Marimeia War ended and we all just sort of drifted back together, things have been looking up. Trowa and I have finally got our relationship up off the ground, and Heero and Duo have decided to follow our example. Duo's actually been getting better with the four of us here to watch him. Not that he needs all four of us; just Heero is probably all he needs. But I like to think that as his best friends, the rest of us are important too.
Duo's left his junkyard, though, which I think is a good idea. He had begun to practise self-mutilation because of his depression, which stemmed from overworking himself. His junkyard just wasn't destined for bigger better things, and he was taking it personally. I know he had every right to, but it still scares me to think about it.
I think that Heero's really beginning to make it somewhere in life. Instead of going into computers, like the rest of us thought he would, he's went into the police force, and is really beginning to make quite a reputation. We're all really happy for him, but none more so than Duo.
WuFei's finally quit smoking. He's been smoking ever since the start of the first War, though where he got them from is really beyond me. He's even got a girlfriend now. I'm glad to see him starting to open up.
Although Trowa's still smoking, which is a habit that I'm trying to break, he's done really well. He's got a great job in construction apprenticing to a private contractor, and he loves it. I'm truly happy for him. He and I are getting along great.
And myself, I've been getting into cooking. I've been taking classes and everything, and I have all the encouragement I can get from Trowa and Duo. We're starting to get adjusted to normal, routine life.
With WuFei gone on a cruise with his girlfriend until this afternoon, Trowa and I decided to go grocery shopping. Since I did all the cooking around the house Trowa and I normally went anyway. Duo usually got all junk food and Heero's worse, getting all health foods that taste like rations from when we were in the war. I have no idea where he finds it either. I've searched that market high and low and cannot find a trace of anything he buys. Sometimes I swear that he has a stash of rations left from the war somewhere, and he's just too lazy to go to the market and get real food.
When we got back and finished unloading the car, I sat down on our black leather sofa to rest sore feet. Letting my mind wander to what I was going to make for supper, I waited for Trowa to join me so we could spend a stolen moment together.
As I settled further into the sofa, I heard the kitchen door open quietly, and then shut again after a few moments. The kitchen was attached to the living room, so I had no problems hearing what was going on in there, but whoever it was couldn't see me. I quickly decided that a little harmless eavesdropping wouldn't be a problem, and if the subject turned a little more serious, I could always leave.
"Yuy, what's wrong?" WuFei's voice filtered into the living room. He was home early, and apparently Heero was with him. Perking up, I decided that listening in would be all right this time.
"Nothing." Came Heero's response. It was a little too quick though, saying as well as any words that something really was wrong. I couldn't tell if I should laugh or be worried. Heero upset was never a good thing, but it was still a little funny.
"I don't believe you." A chair scraped across the tile floor, then paused. "This has to do with Maxwell, doesn't it?" The chair scrapes on the floor again, this time in little bursts of noise.
Another chair scrapes on the floor. I sigh and mentally remind myself to get that fixed, since it's really annoying. "It's just that Duo needs someone who is there for him. He needs someone who cares and understands him. Quatre, maybe, if he weren't with Trowa."
I blink in surprise. I didn't know Heero's having relationship problems. And he thinks I'm better than he is for Duo? I don't know whether to be flattered or not.
A thoughtful pause, then: "I haven't talked to Duo in a while. Is he still practising self-mutilation?" WuFei asks.
I almost wish I could see the look on Heero's face. "No, I'm always there-."
"Well, that's good to know. I'm glad my friend is better." WuFei sighs in relief. "And he's not overworking himself, I hope."
"No. I make sure of that. I take care-."
"Good, I'm glad." WuFei cuts him off again. "And I'm presuming he's as talkative as always."
"Yes, but it's understandable-."
"I think I just figured something out, Yuy." WuFei says, and I giggle into the back of my hand. I've never heard Heero cut off so many times in a row. I could even hear the hidden amusement in WuFei's voice. "Maxwell needs someone who is there for him. He needs someone who cares and understands him."
There's another thoughtful pause. "Thanks, WuFei." Heero says in appreciation.
"Anytime, Yuy." WuFei sounds content and pleased. I have a feeling that he's almost smug, since he got to help the infamous Perfect Soldier with a problem. But everyone has problems. It's just whom you turn to for help that makes all the difference in the world.
And you know what? I'm glad that Heero went to WuFei, because I couldn't have done a better job myself.
~* That Is What Friends Are For. *~
Ever since the Marimeia War ended and we all just sort of drifted back together, things have been looking up. Trowa and I have finally got our relationship up off the ground, and Heero and Duo have decided to follow our example. Duo's actually been getting better with the four of us here to watch him. Not that he needs all four of us; just Heero is probably all he needs. But I like to think that as his best friends, the rest of us are important too.
Duo's left his junkyard, though, which I think is a good idea. He had begun to practise self-mutilation because of his depression, which stemmed from overworking himself. His junkyard just wasn't destined for bigger better things, and he was taking it personally. I know he had every right to, but it still scares me to think about it.
I think that Heero's really beginning to make it somewhere in life. Instead of going into computers, like the rest of us thought he would, he's went into the police force, and is really beginning to make quite a reputation. We're all really happy for him, but none more so than Duo.
WuFei's finally quit smoking. He's been smoking ever since the start of the first War, though where he got them from is really beyond me. He's even got a girlfriend now. I'm glad to see him starting to open up.
Although Trowa's still smoking, which is a habit that I'm trying to break, he's done really well. He's got a great job in construction apprenticing to a private contractor, and he loves it. I'm truly happy for him. He and I are getting along great.
And myself, I've been getting into cooking. I've been taking classes and everything, and I have all the encouragement I can get from Trowa and Duo. We're starting to get adjusted to normal, routine life.
With WuFei gone on a cruise with his girlfriend until this afternoon, Trowa and I decided to go grocery shopping. Since I did all the cooking around the house Trowa and I normally went anyway. Duo usually got all junk food and Heero's worse, getting all health foods that taste like rations from when we were in the war. I have no idea where he finds it either. I've searched that market high and low and cannot find a trace of anything he buys. Sometimes I swear that he has a stash of rations left from the war somewhere, and he's just too lazy to go to the market and get real food.
When we got back and finished unloading the car, I sat down on our black leather sofa to rest sore feet. Letting my mind wander to what I was going to make for supper, I waited for Trowa to join me so we could spend a stolen moment together.
As I settled further into the sofa, I heard the kitchen door open quietly, and then shut again after a few moments. The kitchen was attached to the living room, so I had no problems hearing what was going on in there, but whoever it was couldn't see me. I quickly decided that a little harmless eavesdropping wouldn't be a problem, and if the subject turned a little more serious, I could always leave.
"Yuy, what's wrong?" WuFei's voice filtered into the living room. He was home early, and apparently Heero was with him. Perking up, I decided that listening in would be all right this time.
"Nothing." Came Heero's response. It was a little too quick though, saying as well as any words that something really was wrong. I couldn't tell if I should laugh or be worried. Heero upset was never a good thing, but it was still a little funny.
"I don't believe you." A chair scraped across the tile floor, then paused. "This has to do with Maxwell, doesn't it?" The chair scrapes on the floor again, this time in little bursts of noise.
Another chair scrapes on the floor. I sigh and mentally remind myself to get that fixed, since it's really annoying. "It's just that Duo needs someone who is there for him. He needs someone who cares and understands him. Quatre, maybe, if he weren't with Trowa."
I blink in surprise. I didn't know Heero's having relationship problems. And he thinks I'm better than he is for Duo? I don't know whether to be flattered or not.
A thoughtful pause, then: "I haven't talked to Duo in a while. Is he still practising self-mutilation?" WuFei asks.
I almost wish I could see the look on Heero's face. "No, I'm always there-."
"Well, that's good to know. I'm glad my friend is better." WuFei sighs in relief. "And he's not overworking himself, I hope."
"No. I make sure of that. I take care-."
"Good, I'm glad." WuFei cuts him off again. "And I'm presuming he's as talkative as always."
"Yes, but it's understandable-."
"I think I just figured something out, Yuy." WuFei says, and I giggle into the back of my hand. I've never heard Heero cut off so many times in a row. I could even hear the hidden amusement in WuFei's voice. "Maxwell needs someone who is there for him. He needs someone who cares and understands him."
There's another thoughtful pause. "Thanks, WuFei." Heero says in appreciation.
"Anytime, Yuy." WuFei sounds content and pleased. I have a feeling that he's almost smug, since he got to help the infamous Perfect Soldier with a problem. But everyone has problems. It's just whom you turn to for help that makes all the difference in the world.
And you know what? I'm glad that Heero went to WuFei, because I couldn't have done a better job myself.
~* That Is What Friends Are For. *~
