Confessions From The "Strongest"
"Sit down, won't you?" His voice still trembling from all the crying that he'd just done. The other boy nodded, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked embarrassed, knowing that he was partly at fault for Wufei's sudden show of feeling (other than pride). Wufei sat on the bed, too, but just far enough away so that he still looked like he had some of his dignity - even though he didn't *feel* like he had a drop left in his body.
"What's wrong, Wufei? Don't tell me nothing, either, because you *know* damn well how I feel about lies," the pilot said gently, while stressing his intent at the same time.
"God damn it, Quatre!" Wufei said very loudly, trying to sound pissed off that someone was showing that they cared about him. It didn't work though - it only made him cry again. This time, though, Quatre was in the room and within reach. The blonde scooted closer to him, cautiously, and placed an arm around his shoulders and whispered to him very gently "Shh. It'll be ok, I promise. Shh. What's wrong, 'Fei? Shh..." until he calmed enough to whisper back some.
"I'm ... I ... I'm fine, Quatre. I *am* strong, so nothing is wrong with me," he whispered back in a broken-up sentence from his crying. The boy sitting next to him inwardly smiled. 'Strong as always, huh, Wufei? Well, you've let your guard down, finally. Just keep going...' he thought.
"Wufei, I don't think that anyone has *ever* seen, let alone heard of, you crying. Just saying that you're strong makes it all the more obvious; you are *not* ok," Quatre said directly, yet still gently, trying his hardest not to get annoyed with Wufei in a time when he actually needed someone. 'As Duo would say, where's the camera?'
"Yes I am! I swear to God I'm f-" He stopped only when he saw the look on his friend's face. He looked desperate, like he *wanted* Wufei to lean on him. Sighing, he realized that he'd better give in then, before his friend dished out the heavy artillery. He shuddered at the thought of Quatre's blue orbs taking on their puppy dog eye form. "Ok, ok. I'm not fine."
"There. See? Admitting defeat isn't *that* bad, is it?" Quatre smiled at his joke, and felt a little happier when he saw Wufei's face lighten a little, "Now then, what's wrong? You've gotten this far, why not let me help you?"
"I've just ... it's my wife, er, *former* wife," the boy said, tears over flowing in his eyes again. This time, though, they were much slower, more as a sign of relief than of stress and melancholy. He saw Quatre's face contract a little, showing concern.
"What about her? You don't have to continue if you don't want to."
"No, I'll keep going. Stopping now would be we-. I'll just keep going. I never really loved her, at least I don't think so, but I've been thinking about her, and how much I miss having someone around who tries to please you. Someone who kind of likes you. Someone who...." He stopped suddenly, staring off into space and blinking his eyes so as not to start crying again.
"Someone who loves you," Quatre concluded warmly as Wufei nodded his agreement, blushing slightly.
"Yes. Someone who ... uh ... "loves" me," He whispered softly under his breath.
"Well, *I* can't do anything about that. But I'm glad you told me. Do you mind if I tell the others?"
"Not really. I'd rather Maxwell not know, but you know him. He'll find out sooner or later," He said smugly. Quatre laughed, or more giggled, and saw that the black haired boy was trying not to do the same.
"All right then. I don't know if I will, but if I do, I'll make sure Heero keeps him in check," Quatre said playfully, thinking of the many ways that Heero could keep Duo quiet. It didn't take him too long, however, because there *weren't* any. Giving Wufei one last tight hug, he stood up and walked to the door. "You can talk to me any time you need, ok?" It was more of a comment than a question. Wufei, who had walked him out of the small room, nodded. He stood there for a few second as Quatre walked down the hallway, going back down stairs.
"Hurry, Quatre, Trowa's waiting!" He called after his friend, whom he could hear giggle and could have sworn that the red light from his cheeks was reflecting off the walls.
"Wow, a sense of humor!" Quatre said to himself when he got out of Wufei's hearing range. He stopped at the door of Wufei's "room" and thought to himself 'Don't you worry, 'Fei, I'll help you, no matter what it takes...'
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Hm, hope you like it so far. Oh yeah, disclaimer : I counted my pennies a few days ago, and I've noticed that I, in fact, *don't* own Gundam Wing. So there *sticks tounge out*.
Oh, yes, incase you care, this is NOT following any particular time line. I find that too messy, plus, I'd probably screw something up, time wise. Anyway, read on, and give me your feed back. I need it.
Thanks to Chrissy Sky and Tarnished Oversoul for being the ONLY two people to review my fanfic. I should pay you in great ammounts ... but I won't - I don't have the money. I mean, I'd give you you're own personal (insert favorite Gundam Wing bishonen here), but I don't own them, don't have the money, my muse is a jerk, and I want them for myself! Heh, but seriously thank you two! People should read your work and greatly praise it!
Anyway, um ... if anyone has suggestions, or ideas, or whatever for this fan fic, feel free to email me at greyrainbow3@hotmail.com . Thank you (yes, you!) for reading this so far.
"Sit down, won't you?" His voice still trembling from all the crying that he'd just done. The other boy nodded, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked embarrassed, knowing that he was partly at fault for Wufei's sudden show of feeling (other than pride). Wufei sat on the bed, too, but just far enough away so that he still looked like he had some of his dignity - even though he didn't *feel* like he had a drop left in his body.
"What's wrong, Wufei? Don't tell me nothing, either, because you *know* damn well how I feel about lies," the pilot said gently, while stressing his intent at the same time.
"God damn it, Quatre!" Wufei said very loudly, trying to sound pissed off that someone was showing that they cared about him. It didn't work though - it only made him cry again. This time, though, Quatre was in the room and within reach. The blonde scooted closer to him, cautiously, and placed an arm around his shoulders and whispered to him very gently "Shh. It'll be ok, I promise. Shh. What's wrong, 'Fei? Shh..." until he calmed enough to whisper back some.
"I'm ... I ... I'm fine, Quatre. I *am* strong, so nothing is wrong with me," he whispered back in a broken-up sentence from his crying. The boy sitting next to him inwardly smiled. 'Strong as always, huh, Wufei? Well, you've let your guard down, finally. Just keep going...' he thought.
"Wufei, I don't think that anyone has *ever* seen, let alone heard of, you crying. Just saying that you're strong makes it all the more obvious; you are *not* ok," Quatre said directly, yet still gently, trying his hardest not to get annoyed with Wufei in a time when he actually needed someone. 'As Duo would say, where's the camera?'
"Yes I am! I swear to God I'm f-" He stopped only when he saw the look on his friend's face. He looked desperate, like he *wanted* Wufei to lean on him. Sighing, he realized that he'd better give in then, before his friend dished out the heavy artillery. He shuddered at the thought of Quatre's blue orbs taking on their puppy dog eye form. "Ok, ok. I'm not fine."
"There. See? Admitting defeat isn't *that* bad, is it?" Quatre smiled at his joke, and felt a little happier when he saw Wufei's face lighten a little, "Now then, what's wrong? You've gotten this far, why not let me help you?"
"I've just ... it's my wife, er, *former* wife," the boy said, tears over flowing in his eyes again. This time, though, they were much slower, more as a sign of relief than of stress and melancholy. He saw Quatre's face contract a little, showing concern.
"What about her? You don't have to continue if you don't want to."
"No, I'll keep going. Stopping now would be we-. I'll just keep going. I never really loved her, at least I don't think so, but I've been thinking about her, and how much I miss having someone around who tries to please you. Someone who kind of likes you. Someone who...." He stopped suddenly, staring off into space and blinking his eyes so as not to start crying again.
"Someone who loves you," Quatre concluded warmly as Wufei nodded his agreement, blushing slightly.
"Yes. Someone who ... uh ... "loves" me," He whispered softly under his breath.
"Well, *I* can't do anything about that. But I'm glad you told me. Do you mind if I tell the others?"
"Not really. I'd rather Maxwell not know, but you know him. He'll find out sooner or later," He said smugly. Quatre laughed, or more giggled, and saw that the black haired boy was trying not to do the same.
"All right then. I don't know if I will, but if I do, I'll make sure Heero keeps him in check," Quatre said playfully, thinking of the many ways that Heero could keep Duo quiet. It didn't take him too long, however, because there *weren't* any. Giving Wufei one last tight hug, he stood up and walked to the door. "You can talk to me any time you need, ok?" It was more of a comment than a question. Wufei, who had walked him out of the small room, nodded. He stood there for a few second as Quatre walked down the hallway, going back down stairs.
"Hurry, Quatre, Trowa's waiting!" He called after his friend, whom he could hear giggle and could have sworn that the red light from his cheeks was reflecting off the walls.
"Wow, a sense of humor!" Quatre said to himself when he got out of Wufei's hearing range. He stopped at the door of Wufei's "room" and thought to himself 'Don't you worry, 'Fei, I'll help you, no matter what it takes...'
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Hm, hope you like it so far. Oh yeah, disclaimer : I counted my pennies a few days ago, and I've noticed that I, in fact, *don't* own Gundam Wing. So there *sticks tounge out*.
Oh, yes, incase you care, this is NOT following any particular time line. I find that too messy, plus, I'd probably screw something up, time wise. Anyway, read on, and give me your feed back. I need it.
Thanks to Chrissy Sky and Tarnished Oversoul for being the ONLY two people to review my fanfic. I should pay you in great ammounts ... but I won't - I don't have the money. I mean, I'd give you you're own personal (insert favorite Gundam Wing bishonen here), but I don't own them, don't have the money, my muse is a jerk, and I want them for myself! Heh, but seriously thank you two! People should read your work and greatly praise it!
Anyway, um ... if anyone has suggestions, or ideas, or whatever for this fan fic, feel free to email me at greyrainbow3@hotmail.com . Thank you (yes, you!) for reading this so far.