...And The Others Will Know Soon Enough
Wufei laid on his bed, a smile now replacing his frown. 'Somebody actually cares about me. Wow,' was the only thing flying through his head, and it wouldn't stop. He laid there smiling up at his ceiling, thinking over the conversation that he and Quatre just had. He was completely infatuated with the fact that one of his fellow pilots had just offered to help him in any way possible. Sitting up to look out his window, he saw the horizon getting pink and orange around the edges, announcing that night time was beginning to fall upon that part of the world. Wufei jumped up, realizing that he'd probably miss dinner if he didn't get downstairs soon. Just as he'd bounded out of his room, he heard a very loud voice and what sounded like a gong.
"Dinner's ready, and Q-man cooked! Hurry up 'cuz I'm hungry!" Wufei smiled, and then quickly stopped, realizing that he was smiling at the thought of Duo standing there with a rather large grin on his face holding a big pot and spoon, the pot still vibrating from being hit so hard by the spoon. Shrugging, he made his way downstairs with a little more bounce in his step than usual.
"Hello everyone!" He said once he got into the dining room, his voice slightly higher than usual, "Um, Quatre, can I sit between you and Heero? Thanks!"
He bounced on over to the other side of the table, not noticing the other four pilots staring at him as though he were wearing a pink, lacey dress and singing opera. In fact, once he had sat down he didn't yell at them for gaping at him.
"So, when do we eat?" Quatre, the ever polite host, quickly got himself together and put a smile back on his face.
"Right now, Wufei!" He stood up as fast as he could without tipping the table over and was in the kitchen lightning quick. 'Who is at the table and what have they done with Wufei?' he thought to himself as he gathered the food and stacked it in his neat, secure little way, 'Just a few hours ago he was sobbing on my shoulder!' He replaced the worried look he had on with a cheerful one as soon as he got out of the door. He set down the bowls of food on the table a sat down, passing a glance at Wufei, who was still half smiling. "Dig in, everybody!" They all nodded and paused for a second before digging into the nearest bowl. Wufei immediately started looking for the rice. That's all he wanted, a bowl of rice. He spotted it on the other side of Heero's bowl. Not wanting to reach across the boys plate and wanting to keep his left arm, he decided to try his hand at being polite.
"Hey, Heero, could you pass me the rice? Please?" Wufei asked, a small smile placed on his face to show that he meant well.
"Hn. Here, Chang-san," He said, almost slamming the bowl of steaming rice down in front of Wufei. Heero was obviously still mad about earlier when he'd waisted a bullet through the ceiling and then missed the chance at taking his anger out on his boyfriend. 'Friggin sarcastic bastard'.
"Please, just Wufei. There's no 'san' about it. Thank you, Heero," he said simply, dropping his head to get as much rice as possible into his mouth at once. He didn't notice that everyone at the table, *especially* Heero, was gaping at him again, and if he did, he didn't make it known. The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence - not even Duo dared to speak. Trowa, amazingly, was the first to break the silence. (A/N: ok, maybe not *break* the silence, just disturb it...).
"Little one, I am going to finish working, but I'll come up and see you later..." he whispered to Quatre, who blushed at the name "Little One". He then leaned down and kissed Quatre on the forehead and said the words Wufei had hoped he wouldn't have to hear, especially to any person near him ... especially tonight. "I love you, Quatre." Wufei dropped his chopsticks very loudly into his bowl and slumped over. Again, for the third time that night, he gained the attention of everyone at the table. He scooted out from his spot and mechanically stood up and marched up stairs. No one dared to move and see what was up, they were all frozen, each pondering what would happen next. Within a mere minute and a half you could hear foots steps and keys jangling, coming down the stairs.
"I'll be back when I feel like it, Duo, don't plan on going anywhere unless someone will drive you, bye," and he stomped out the door. As soon as the door slammed shut, everyone realized that they could move and sprinted outside to see if they could stop him. Who know when he'd be back if they didn't! Trowa, who had the longest legs, was the first outside and into the street. The others saw him stand in the road, head bowed in disappointment.
"He's gone..." he whispered, and you could tell he was crying, "And it was my words that drove him to leave. There can be no disagreements to that - I was the last to say anything. Namely, the words that can hurt the most." At this, everyone was quiet. No one had any objections. Starting with Trowa and with everyone following, they all began to go back inside. About half way back Heero stopped and turned his head in the direction and strained his ears. Shaking his head, he kept on walking. 'Could have sworn I'd heard that old truck's engine. Hn.'
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I know, I know, I got *no where* in this chapter. But think of it this way - it was a bridge chapter. You know, adding some info so that I have more to build on for the next chapter!
I'd like to thank Tarnished Oversoul *again* for reviewing, as well as Silver Shinigami. Again the *only* people that reviewed. I don't know *why* I'm even bothering to update this. Oh well. Arigatou, you two! I really owe you, because I know that you two are the *only* people in all of Fanfiction.net (as well as the others that have reviewed previously) who like my fic. My do I feel special!
I'm sorry for it taking so long to get this chapter up, but I've got zero inspiration. I haven't written in a month. I'm being sucked dry, damn it, sucked dry! I'll try to update more, I really will. (I'd promise, but I hate promises...) So start looking for more of my stuff up, if you appreciate the [wanna be] avant-garde ness of it all!
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Think logically - would I *really* be writing something like this if I owned Gundam Wing or *any* anime for that matter? Hell no! I'd pay someone to do it for me.
Wufei laid on his bed, a smile now replacing his frown. 'Somebody actually cares about me. Wow,' was the only thing flying through his head, and it wouldn't stop. He laid there smiling up at his ceiling, thinking over the conversation that he and Quatre just had. He was completely infatuated with the fact that one of his fellow pilots had just offered to help him in any way possible. Sitting up to look out his window, he saw the horizon getting pink and orange around the edges, announcing that night time was beginning to fall upon that part of the world. Wufei jumped up, realizing that he'd probably miss dinner if he didn't get downstairs soon. Just as he'd bounded out of his room, he heard a very loud voice and what sounded like a gong.
"Dinner's ready, and Q-man cooked! Hurry up 'cuz I'm hungry!" Wufei smiled, and then quickly stopped, realizing that he was smiling at the thought of Duo standing there with a rather large grin on his face holding a big pot and spoon, the pot still vibrating from being hit so hard by the spoon. Shrugging, he made his way downstairs with a little more bounce in his step than usual.
"Hello everyone!" He said once he got into the dining room, his voice slightly higher than usual, "Um, Quatre, can I sit between you and Heero? Thanks!"
He bounced on over to the other side of the table, not noticing the other four pilots staring at him as though he were wearing a pink, lacey dress and singing opera. In fact, once he had sat down he didn't yell at them for gaping at him.
"So, when do we eat?" Quatre, the ever polite host, quickly got himself together and put a smile back on his face.
"Right now, Wufei!" He stood up as fast as he could without tipping the table over and was in the kitchen lightning quick. 'Who is at the table and what have they done with Wufei?' he thought to himself as he gathered the food and stacked it in his neat, secure little way, 'Just a few hours ago he was sobbing on my shoulder!' He replaced the worried look he had on with a cheerful one as soon as he got out of the door. He set down the bowls of food on the table a sat down, passing a glance at Wufei, who was still half smiling. "Dig in, everybody!" They all nodded and paused for a second before digging into the nearest bowl. Wufei immediately started looking for the rice. That's all he wanted, a bowl of rice. He spotted it on the other side of Heero's bowl. Not wanting to reach across the boys plate and wanting to keep his left arm, he decided to try his hand at being polite.
"Hey, Heero, could you pass me the rice? Please?" Wufei asked, a small smile placed on his face to show that he meant well.
"Hn. Here, Chang-san," He said, almost slamming the bowl of steaming rice down in front of Wufei. Heero was obviously still mad about earlier when he'd waisted a bullet through the ceiling and then missed the chance at taking his anger out on his boyfriend. 'Friggin sarcastic bastard'.
"Please, just Wufei. There's no 'san' about it. Thank you, Heero," he said simply, dropping his head to get as much rice as possible into his mouth at once. He didn't notice that everyone at the table, *especially* Heero, was gaping at him again, and if he did, he didn't make it known. The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence - not even Duo dared to speak. Trowa, amazingly, was the first to break the silence. (A/N: ok, maybe not *break* the silence, just disturb it...).
"Little one, I am going to finish working, but I'll come up and see you later..." he whispered to Quatre, who blushed at the name "Little One". He then leaned down and kissed Quatre on the forehead and said the words Wufei had hoped he wouldn't have to hear, especially to any person near him ... especially tonight. "I love you, Quatre." Wufei dropped his chopsticks very loudly into his bowl and slumped over. Again, for the third time that night, he gained the attention of everyone at the table. He scooted out from his spot and mechanically stood up and marched up stairs. No one dared to move and see what was up, they were all frozen, each pondering what would happen next. Within a mere minute and a half you could hear foots steps and keys jangling, coming down the stairs.
"I'll be back when I feel like it, Duo, don't plan on going anywhere unless someone will drive you, bye," and he stomped out the door. As soon as the door slammed shut, everyone realized that they could move and sprinted outside to see if they could stop him. Who know when he'd be back if they didn't! Trowa, who had the longest legs, was the first outside and into the street. The others saw him stand in the road, head bowed in disappointment.
"He's gone..." he whispered, and you could tell he was crying, "And it was my words that drove him to leave. There can be no disagreements to that - I was the last to say anything. Namely, the words that can hurt the most." At this, everyone was quiet. No one had any objections. Starting with Trowa and with everyone following, they all began to go back inside. About half way back Heero stopped and turned his head in the direction and strained his ears. Shaking his head, he kept on walking. 'Could have sworn I'd heard that old truck's engine. Hn.'
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I know, I know, I got *no where* in this chapter. But think of it this way - it was a bridge chapter. You know, adding some info so that I have more to build on for the next chapter!
I'd like to thank Tarnished Oversoul *again* for reviewing, as well as Silver Shinigami. Again the *only* people that reviewed. I don't know *why* I'm even bothering to update this. Oh well. Arigatou, you two! I really owe you, because I know that you two are the *only* people in all of Fanfiction.net (as well as the others that have reviewed previously) who like my fic. My do I feel special!
I'm sorry for it taking so long to get this chapter up, but I've got zero inspiration. I haven't written in a month. I'm being sucked dry, damn it, sucked dry! I'll try to update more, I really will. (I'd promise, but I hate promises...) So start looking for more of my stuff up, if you appreciate the [wanna be] avant-garde ness of it all!
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Think logically - would I *really* be writing something like this if I owned Gundam Wing or *any* anime for that matter? Hell no! I'd pay someone to do it for me.