Wufei On What He Never Mentioned
Wufei stood infront of his mirror doing moves with his katana. He'd been doing this since he'd first went into the bathroom when he'd gotten up that morning at eight. It was now nine thirty, and he showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. In fact, he was actually getting faster. He did the swinging movements faster by the minute until -
"KUSO!" Wufei had heard that voice a million times, and somehow it was no suprise when he had a gun to his head half a minute later.
"Omae o korosu," he had whispered very angrily into his ear. Though the other Gundam pilot had just threatened him with death, Wufei wasn't afraid in the slightest.
"Duo, you just can't sound nearly as frightening as Heero," Wufei said calmly as he spun around, katana in hand, and quickly hurled the weapon down until it was just an inch above the braided boy's head, making him wince, "Don't act so weak, baka." And at that, he marched out of the bathroom, leaving behind a cringing Duo.
"Damn, man, can't take a joke..," mumbled Duo, as he bounced off to go find Heero.
Down in the kitchen Wufei was standing infront of the fridge drinking a glass of orange juice with a serene look on his face. 'Finally, it's quiet in the God forsaken house,' he thought. But his thoughts were quickly changed to 'What the hell?' when he heard shouts coming from the stairs and a gun shot go off. He ran to the stairs to see Duo and Heero in a tangle of limbs with a bullet hole over their heads. Heero had his usual scowl and Duo had a sheepish smile that read very plainly 'Ooops....'
"What is going on here?" Wufei asked, though mentally he had already figured it out. Heero stood up and brushed himself off, then proceeded to explain exactly why he and Duo looked like they were trying to wrestle and failing at it.
"What is going on here," Heero said, obviously cringing at the thought of what was going on there, "Is that this braided ahou stole my gun from my room, then proceeded to mock me. For this, he must die." In what looked like one swift movement, Heero snatched the gun from Duo's hands and pointed it at him, aiming right between the eyes. "Any last words?" He whispered, with an insane tone in his voice that rarely sneaked its way in there. All Duo could do was give him a puppydog face with tearing eyes.
"Oh, please, Yuy. Put the damn gun down and get over it. It's just Duo. He enjoys tormenting you, you should be used to it by now. And, please, stop blowing things out of proportion," Wufei spat at the the two bitterly, conning Heero to lower his gun and place it back into the forbidden realms of his spandex.
"Oh, I love you too, Heechan!" Duo squealed, kissing Heero on the cheek skipping off to the kitchen. Heero just stood there muttering 'yeah, yeah, yeah' over and over again. Having had enough of this repetition (Duo and Heero had a similar argument every morning that he could remember), Wufei made his way to the room in the safehouse where he did most of his katana practicing. The only other places where he practiced were where and when the mood struck him. He also meditated in there whenever life at the safehouse got too hectic or annoying for him - so that was every day that he could. Opening the door to "his" room, he put a sign on the other side of the door handle, which read very plainly -
DO NOT COME IN HERE! I AM MEDITATING WITH MY KATANA BY MY SIDE, SO IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE HURT IN A VERY PAINFUL WAY, I SUGGEST THAT YOU DO NOT DISRUPT ME
-Wufei
The sign usually worked, not because it was intimidating but because once the sign was read you knew who was in the room. The punishment wasn't painful, it was boring - one of Wufei's infamous injustice lectures.
After making sure that the sign was securely in place, he turned on the lights. Instead of finding only a mat in the center of the dimly lit room, he found something much less pleasant - to him atleast.
"THIS IS AN INJUSTICE!" Wufei yelled loud enough for the two people inside to hear and recognize. Inside, Quatre was sitting in Trowa's lap and giggling as Trowa softly kissed his neck and chest. They had obviously been making out and since they were in their boxers they were going for more. Wufei had stepped in just as Quatre let out a small moan. The whole scene was just too much for him and he was already tense.
"My room!" He said, while slapping his forehead, "This is too much for me ... I just can't take it anymore..." He spun around and retreated to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Wufei burried his head in his pillow and began to cry. Tears streamed down his face for the first time in years. They stained his white pillow case and his white sheets, but he disregarded this. He focused only on how strange he felt. He'd been holding back for so long, and it felt so ... relieving to be letting go of his reputation, even if it was only for a little while. Just as he'd really gotten into his crying, there was a shy knock at his door. It was so light that he didn't even notice it until someone spoke.
"Wufei? Wufei, I know you're in there. Can I please come in? Please?" The voice pleaded with him, sucking him back into his life and setting him back into his reputation as being "strong". He let the person knock a few more times before answering.
"Why would you want to come in?" He asked cautiously so that he's have a chance to hear the person's voice again.
"Because I, I could hear your crying and I want to be sure that you're all right," It answered. 'Damn' he thought, knowing that someone else knew that he'd let go. Sighing, he wiped his face and stood up. He stumbled over to the door, fighting his head rush. Wufei unlocked the door and motioned for the fellow Gundam pilot to come in.
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Whether I let Uttoushii let me finish this depends solely on what you people have to say, so give me your feed back. Other wise, I'm dumping this project here and now.
Uttoushii: Though it'd be humor didn't ya?
I'm sorry if I mislead you by the beginning, but I was not only pressured into it *glares at evil muse* but I needed to get that out. Imagine! Me, being humorous for several chapters!
Wufei stood infront of his mirror doing moves with his katana. He'd been doing this since he'd first went into the bathroom when he'd gotten up that morning at eight. It was now nine thirty, and he showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. In fact, he was actually getting faster. He did the swinging movements faster by the minute until -
"KUSO!" Wufei had heard that voice a million times, and somehow it was no suprise when he had a gun to his head half a minute later.
"Omae o korosu," he had whispered very angrily into his ear. Though the other Gundam pilot had just threatened him with death, Wufei wasn't afraid in the slightest.
"Duo, you just can't sound nearly as frightening as Heero," Wufei said calmly as he spun around, katana in hand, and quickly hurled the weapon down until it was just an inch above the braided boy's head, making him wince, "Don't act so weak, baka." And at that, he marched out of the bathroom, leaving behind a cringing Duo.
"Damn, man, can't take a joke..," mumbled Duo, as he bounced off to go find Heero.
Down in the kitchen Wufei was standing infront of the fridge drinking a glass of orange juice with a serene look on his face. 'Finally, it's quiet in the God forsaken house,' he thought. But his thoughts were quickly changed to 'What the hell?' when he heard shouts coming from the stairs and a gun shot go off. He ran to the stairs to see Duo and Heero in a tangle of limbs with a bullet hole over their heads. Heero had his usual scowl and Duo had a sheepish smile that read very plainly 'Ooops....'
"What is going on here?" Wufei asked, though mentally he had already figured it out. Heero stood up and brushed himself off, then proceeded to explain exactly why he and Duo looked like they were trying to wrestle and failing at it.
"What is going on here," Heero said, obviously cringing at the thought of what was going on there, "Is that this braided ahou stole my gun from my room, then proceeded to mock me. For this, he must die." In what looked like one swift movement, Heero snatched the gun from Duo's hands and pointed it at him, aiming right between the eyes. "Any last words?" He whispered, with an insane tone in his voice that rarely sneaked its way in there. All Duo could do was give him a puppydog face with tearing eyes.
"Oh, please, Yuy. Put the damn gun down and get over it. It's just Duo. He enjoys tormenting you, you should be used to it by now. And, please, stop blowing things out of proportion," Wufei spat at the the two bitterly, conning Heero to lower his gun and place it back into the forbidden realms of his spandex.
"Oh, I love you too, Heechan!" Duo squealed, kissing Heero on the cheek skipping off to the kitchen. Heero just stood there muttering 'yeah, yeah, yeah' over and over again. Having had enough of this repetition (Duo and Heero had a similar argument every morning that he could remember), Wufei made his way to the room in the safehouse where he did most of his katana practicing. The only other places where he practiced were where and when the mood struck him. He also meditated in there whenever life at the safehouse got too hectic or annoying for him - so that was every day that he could. Opening the door to "his" room, he put a sign on the other side of the door handle, which read very plainly -
DO NOT COME IN HERE! I AM MEDITATING WITH MY KATANA BY MY SIDE, SO IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE HURT IN A VERY PAINFUL WAY, I SUGGEST THAT YOU DO NOT DISRUPT ME
-Wufei
The sign usually worked, not because it was intimidating but because once the sign was read you knew who was in the room. The punishment wasn't painful, it was boring - one of Wufei's infamous injustice lectures.
After making sure that the sign was securely in place, he turned on the lights. Instead of finding only a mat in the center of the dimly lit room, he found something much less pleasant - to him atleast.
"THIS IS AN INJUSTICE!" Wufei yelled loud enough for the two people inside to hear and recognize. Inside, Quatre was sitting in Trowa's lap and giggling as Trowa softly kissed his neck and chest. They had obviously been making out and since they were in their boxers they were going for more. Wufei had stepped in just as Quatre let out a small moan. The whole scene was just too much for him and he was already tense.
"My room!" He said, while slapping his forehead, "This is too much for me ... I just can't take it anymore..." He spun around and retreated to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Wufei burried his head in his pillow and began to cry. Tears streamed down his face for the first time in years. They stained his white pillow case and his white sheets, but he disregarded this. He focused only on how strange he felt. He'd been holding back for so long, and it felt so ... relieving to be letting go of his reputation, even if it was only for a little while. Just as he'd really gotten into his crying, there was a shy knock at his door. It was so light that he didn't even notice it until someone spoke.
"Wufei? Wufei, I know you're in there. Can I please come in? Please?" The voice pleaded with him, sucking him back into his life and setting him back into his reputation as being "strong". He let the person knock a few more times before answering.
"Why would you want to come in?" He asked cautiously so that he's have a chance to hear the person's voice again.
"Because I, I could hear your crying and I want to be sure that you're all right," It answered. 'Damn' he thought, knowing that someone else knew that he'd let go. Sighing, he wiped his face and stood up. He stumbled over to the door, fighting his head rush. Wufei unlocked the door and motioned for the fellow Gundam pilot to come in.
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Whether I let Uttoushii let me finish this depends solely on what you people have to say, so give me your feed back. Other wise, I'm dumping this project here and now.
Uttoushii: Though it'd be humor didn't ya?
I'm sorry if I mislead you by the beginning, but I was not only pressured into it *glares at evil muse* but I needed to get that out. Imagine! Me, being humorous for several chapters!