A Breakthrough
Four loud, booming laughters could be heard echoing down the hall way. There were four people in the hall way, but Wufei could have *sworn* that he could heave a fifth laugh coming from the other end. It sounded feminine, too, and he was having the strangest sense of de já vu. He turned his attention from the end of the hall way back to the front of him, where a scary Japanese boy {1}, an American with a long braid, a tall, quiet (but at the moment very loud) boy with singular bang, and a blonde, blue eyed Arabian (in that order) were crying from laughing so hard. In fact, the American was on the floor.
"Hn. the *baka* actually came out. Never though he'd actually fall for it," the slender Japanese boy mumbled loud enough only for Wufei to hear as he lowered his gun, "Didn't you recognize my voice?" All Wufei could do was send Heero *his* version of the death glare.
"Couldn't you ... *gasp*....hear us gi-.... *gasp* .... giggling?" Duo questioned in fragments, in between gasps from his laughing. Once again, Wufei gave his best death glare to the so -called 'braided baka', immediately shutting him up.
"I'll just go get my ..... hm," was all that he could get out before he disappeared into the hotel room. Once inside he made sure the door was closed all the way before sinking down and sobbing into his hands. 'Why did they have to come look for me? They ruined all chances of me getting away, or better...'
On the other side of the door, Quatre was explaining exactly what as going on with their close friend and fellow pilot.
"He's just lacking in love and, apparently, it's been bothering him for sometime," Quatre explained in brief. Everyone had a look of pure surprise on their faces, except for Duo. He looked hurt.
"Whaddya mean, lacking in love? We love him and all that shit, don't we? I mean, I know I sound like a ditz when I say it, and sure we annoy him constantly, but doesn't he know we care?" He looked up at everyone from his spot on the tacky hotel rug, confusion showing brilliantly in his eyes. The blonde one knelt down next to where Duo was sitting and sighed slowly.
"He knows, Duo. It's just ... he wants a different kind of love ... " Quatre added one of his warm smiles to show that he knew how Duo felt, "Duo, he doesn't hate you, not matter what he says. He needs you, and the rest of us." Then, giving him a tight hug, he stood up to knock on the door.
"Shen me?{2}" 'Gods, what do they want *now?*' Quatre stepped back from the door.
"What's wrong, Kit-Quat {3}?"Duo asked when he saw the look of confusion written on his friends face.
"He, he said something, in Mandarin I think, and I don't think that's a good sign. Um, any of you know Chinese?" Sighing, Heero got up from where he was sitting next to his boyfriend and cursed softly in his own native tongue.
"I know very little in the language, but I'll talk him out of there. Besides, even if it doesn't work, he *has* to come out for food or something." He walked over to the door and, much to the annoyance of Trowa, picked Quatre up by the waist and moved him out of the way. Then, he knocked sharply on the door three times.
"Shen me? Shen me xian zai?{4}" 'I can't go out there, if I go out there, I'll have to hear her laugh again. I can't do that ... I can't handle that.'
"Chang! Get out here. You know damn well I know what that means, and speaking in Mandarin won't help you any - all you're going to do is say simple words. Words that *I* know."
"H ... He ... Heero, please," you could hear his voice cracking from tears, "I don't want to go home." Heero's face immediately softened upon hearing the first two words out of Wufei's mouth. The other pilots saw it, and their look on their faces looked even *more* surprised.
"Wufei, Wufei," His voice had softened, too, "Please, come out of there. I know how you feel. You think that if you show your emotion, if you're not always in control, you'll be weak. But it's not true, 'Fei, it's not true. Look how I am with Duo. Gentle most of the time. I love him. And we all love you. So, please, come out and we'll help ........ you." Had the pilots been looking at him instead of listening to his voice, they would have seen the two tears that managed to escape from his eyes. Slowly, the boy backed off from the door about four feet and waited. He didn't have to wait long. About a minute later, the Chinese boy stumbled out of the room and fell into Heero's arm, crying once again. Heero didn't call him weak like he had expected. No, he didn't call him stupid, annoying, or tell him to go away. He didn't even threaten to kill him.
"Shh," he whispered into Wufei's ear," It will all be ok again in time. I'm sorry about earlier, I was having a bad day. Come to my room when we get home, and tell me what's wrong. I won't say a word to anyone. Just calm down." Wufei looked up to Heero with a look of confusion on, and Heero nodded as if to say 'yes, I really did just say that to you.' He gave the boy some room and walked over to Duo, wrapping his arms around him. There was a long silence of everyone looking at everyone looking around at the ceiling and the floor, but avoiding the eyes of Heero and Wufei, who seemed to be speaking to each other with their own eyes. Again Trowa was the first to disturb {5} the silence.
"Look, I think we're all tired. Why don't we get the hell out of here. Besides, I think Wufei would like to lay down in a place with better carpeting and nicer service." Wufei allowed a small smile and a little laugh. 'Trowa? Making jokes? Wow, I should run off more often...'
In the car on the way home, something occurred to Wufei that he hadn't considered before.
"Um, Heero?"
"Hai?"
"Did that man at the front desk really call the police?" From the back seat of the convertible, Wufei could hear a husky laugh.
"Yes, and they got here before us, but we told them that the guy they were looking for just left on the next shuttle for L3."
"Who were they looking for?" He heard another husky laugh, this time joined by a higher laugh that was more like a giggle coming from the driver.
"A man who was going under the alias of Chang Wufei. His real name is John Smith." Wufei couldn't help but laugh. 'Who in their right mind is *that* stupid?' Heero spun around to look at Wufei, who was letting himself laugh - shoulders shaking, head tilted back. He sent an amused smirk to Quatre, who gave him a small smile back. 'If only Duo were here, and not driving his truck home, he'd be laughing just from thinking about Wufei laughing.' Heero turned back around in his seat and leaned back, his eyes closed. He had a big Duo-like grin on his face, and it scared Wufei out of his laughing before he shook it off and calmed down some. Leaning forward, Trowa whispered into Heero's ear:
"Wow, the perfect soldier is smiling. What could you possibly be thinking about that would make you so damn happy?" Heero slowly turned around and put his nose to Trowa's and put on an impish, evil smirk on his otherwise blank face.
"The God of Death. I think he's trying to kill me - he's stolen my heart." He spun back around and left Trowa to slowly sit back and pretend he heard nothing.
When everyone got home, Wufei was the last one inside. He slowly walked upstairs and knocked lightly on Heero's door. No one said anything, so he leaned against the door in an attempt to listen to what was going on inside. Silence. He turned to go to his room and talk to the boy tomorrow, but bumped into something kind of hard. Looking up, he saw Heero with one eye brow cocked.
"Where did you go?"
"What's the matter, 'Fei, never heard of a bathroom break before?" At that, he pushed past his friend and signaled that he could come in with out getting killed. Sighing, Wufei took a deep breath and stepped inside.
"So, Heero, what did you want to talk about?"
"Quatre." Wufei gulped.
"Anything else?"
"Hm ... oh! And Quatre." Wufei swallowed a blush and sighed again. It was going to be long conversation. One he wasn't getting out of.
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Footnotes:
1- As Chang Meiling so truthfully put: 'I don't find him that scarry' ^_^
2- I do believe this means 'What?' in Mandarin. I could be wrong. Please, correct me if I'm wrong on *any* of my Mandarin usage.
3- Hey! I thought the name was *very* cute! Don't make fun of me!
4- 'What? What now?'
5- It's a referrence to an author note I made in chapter three. Don't remember? Go check it out!
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Well, well, well! You all *do* like me! Hm, I went from 7 review to *11* review! Woo! That's the most out of *any* of my stuff! I feel very much loved. Let's see here ... thank you to:
Mara Jade, Lacey-koi (ha ha! now you can't torture me - I uploaded it at 9:32 on Easter!), Chang Meiling (again!), and 'Ness'. I'll get he next chapter up as soon as I can. Keep reviewing!.
Oh, yes, I've forgotten. If some of you have been hearing rumors about this being an arch ... then I need to sew Lacey-koi's lips shut. Don't know what I'm talking about? Good. Because there aren't any. I'm not *that* well known. Heh. But, yes, I'm going to make this an arch ... called 'Alienus Fatum'. It's Latin. Look it up yourself.
Four loud, booming laughters could be heard echoing down the hall way. There were four people in the hall way, but Wufei could have *sworn* that he could heave a fifth laugh coming from the other end. It sounded feminine, too, and he was having the strangest sense of de já vu. He turned his attention from the end of the hall way back to the front of him, where a scary Japanese boy {1}, an American with a long braid, a tall, quiet (but at the moment very loud) boy with singular bang, and a blonde, blue eyed Arabian (in that order) were crying from laughing so hard. In fact, the American was on the floor.
"Hn. the *baka* actually came out. Never though he'd actually fall for it," the slender Japanese boy mumbled loud enough only for Wufei to hear as he lowered his gun, "Didn't you recognize my voice?" All Wufei could do was send Heero *his* version of the death glare.
"Couldn't you ... *gasp*....hear us gi-.... *gasp* .... giggling?" Duo questioned in fragments, in between gasps from his laughing. Once again, Wufei gave his best death glare to the so -called 'braided baka', immediately shutting him up.
"I'll just go get my ..... hm," was all that he could get out before he disappeared into the hotel room. Once inside he made sure the door was closed all the way before sinking down and sobbing into his hands. 'Why did they have to come look for me? They ruined all chances of me getting away, or better...'
On the other side of the door, Quatre was explaining exactly what as going on with their close friend and fellow pilot.
"He's just lacking in love and, apparently, it's been bothering him for sometime," Quatre explained in brief. Everyone had a look of pure surprise on their faces, except for Duo. He looked hurt.
"Whaddya mean, lacking in love? We love him and all that shit, don't we? I mean, I know I sound like a ditz when I say it, and sure we annoy him constantly, but doesn't he know we care?" He looked up at everyone from his spot on the tacky hotel rug, confusion showing brilliantly in his eyes. The blonde one knelt down next to where Duo was sitting and sighed slowly.
"He knows, Duo. It's just ... he wants a different kind of love ... " Quatre added one of his warm smiles to show that he knew how Duo felt, "Duo, he doesn't hate you, not matter what he says. He needs you, and the rest of us." Then, giving him a tight hug, he stood up to knock on the door.
"Shen me?{2}" 'Gods, what do they want *now?*' Quatre stepped back from the door.
"What's wrong, Kit-Quat {3}?"Duo asked when he saw the look of confusion written on his friends face.
"He, he said something, in Mandarin I think, and I don't think that's a good sign. Um, any of you know Chinese?" Sighing, Heero got up from where he was sitting next to his boyfriend and cursed softly in his own native tongue.
"I know very little in the language, but I'll talk him out of there. Besides, even if it doesn't work, he *has* to come out for food or something." He walked over to the door and, much to the annoyance of Trowa, picked Quatre up by the waist and moved him out of the way. Then, he knocked sharply on the door three times.
"Shen me? Shen me xian zai?{4}" 'I can't go out there, if I go out there, I'll have to hear her laugh again. I can't do that ... I can't handle that.'
"Chang! Get out here. You know damn well I know what that means, and speaking in Mandarin won't help you any - all you're going to do is say simple words. Words that *I* know."
"H ... He ... Heero, please," you could hear his voice cracking from tears, "I don't want to go home." Heero's face immediately softened upon hearing the first two words out of Wufei's mouth. The other pilots saw it, and their look on their faces looked even *more* surprised.
"Wufei, Wufei," His voice had softened, too, "Please, come out of there. I know how you feel. You think that if you show your emotion, if you're not always in control, you'll be weak. But it's not true, 'Fei, it's not true. Look how I am with Duo. Gentle most of the time. I love him. And we all love you. So, please, come out and we'll help ........ you." Had the pilots been looking at him instead of listening to his voice, they would have seen the two tears that managed to escape from his eyes. Slowly, the boy backed off from the door about four feet and waited. He didn't have to wait long. About a minute later, the Chinese boy stumbled out of the room and fell into Heero's arm, crying once again. Heero didn't call him weak like he had expected. No, he didn't call him stupid, annoying, or tell him to go away. He didn't even threaten to kill him.
"Shh," he whispered into Wufei's ear," It will all be ok again in time. I'm sorry about earlier, I was having a bad day. Come to my room when we get home, and tell me what's wrong. I won't say a word to anyone. Just calm down." Wufei looked up to Heero with a look of confusion on, and Heero nodded as if to say 'yes, I really did just say that to you.' He gave the boy some room and walked over to Duo, wrapping his arms around him. There was a long silence of everyone looking at everyone looking around at the ceiling and the floor, but avoiding the eyes of Heero and Wufei, who seemed to be speaking to each other with their own eyes. Again Trowa was the first to disturb {5} the silence.
"Look, I think we're all tired. Why don't we get the hell out of here. Besides, I think Wufei would like to lay down in a place with better carpeting and nicer service." Wufei allowed a small smile and a little laugh. 'Trowa? Making jokes? Wow, I should run off more often...'
In the car on the way home, something occurred to Wufei that he hadn't considered before.
"Um, Heero?"
"Hai?"
"Did that man at the front desk really call the police?" From the back seat of the convertible, Wufei could hear a husky laugh.
"Yes, and they got here before us, but we told them that the guy they were looking for just left on the next shuttle for L3."
"Who were they looking for?" He heard another husky laugh, this time joined by a higher laugh that was more like a giggle coming from the driver.
"A man who was going under the alias of Chang Wufei. His real name is John Smith." Wufei couldn't help but laugh. 'Who in their right mind is *that* stupid?' Heero spun around to look at Wufei, who was letting himself laugh - shoulders shaking, head tilted back. He sent an amused smirk to Quatre, who gave him a small smile back. 'If only Duo were here, and not driving his truck home, he'd be laughing just from thinking about Wufei laughing.' Heero turned back around in his seat and leaned back, his eyes closed. He had a big Duo-like grin on his face, and it scared Wufei out of his laughing before he shook it off and calmed down some. Leaning forward, Trowa whispered into Heero's ear:
"Wow, the perfect soldier is smiling. What could you possibly be thinking about that would make you so damn happy?" Heero slowly turned around and put his nose to Trowa's and put on an impish, evil smirk on his otherwise blank face.
"The God of Death. I think he's trying to kill me - he's stolen my heart." He spun back around and left Trowa to slowly sit back and pretend he heard nothing.
When everyone got home, Wufei was the last one inside. He slowly walked upstairs and knocked lightly on Heero's door. No one said anything, so he leaned against the door in an attempt to listen to what was going on inside. Silence. He turned to go to his room and talk to the boy tomorrow, but bumped into something kind of hard. Looking up, he saw Heero with one eye brow cocked.
"Where did you go?"
"What's the matter, 'Fei, never heard of a bathroom break before?" At that, he pushed past his friend and signaled that he could come in with out getting killed. Sighing, Wufei took a deep breath and stepped inside.
"So, Heero, what did you want to talk about?"
"Quatre." Wufei gulped.
"Anything else?"
"Hm ... oh! And Quatre." Wufei swallowed a blush and sighed again. It was going to be long conversation. One he wasn't getting out of.
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Footnotes:
1- As Chang Meiling so truthfully put: 'I don't find him that scarry' ^_^
2- I do believe this means 'What?' in Mandarin. I could be wrong. Please, correct me if I'm wrong on *any* of my Mandarin usage.
3- Hey! I thought the name was *very* cute! Don't make fun of me!
4- 'What? What now?'
5- It's a referrence to an author note I made in chapter three. Don't remember? Go check it out!
______________________________________________________________________________________
Well, well, well! You all *do* like me! Hm, I went from 7 review to *11* review! Woo! That's the most out of *any* of my stuff! I feel very much loved. Let's see here ... thank you to:
Mara Jade, Lacey-koi (ha ha! now you can't torture me - I uploaded it at 9:32 on Easter!), Chang Meiling (again!), and 'Ness'. I'll get he next chapter up as soon as I can. Keep reviewing!.
Oh, yes, I've forgotten. If some of you have been hearing rumors about this being an arch ... then I need to sew Lacey-koi's lips shut. Don't know what I'm talking about? Good. Because there aren't any. I'm not *that* well known. Heh. But, yes, I'm going to make this an arch ... called 'Alienus Fatum'. It's Latin. Look it up yourself.