Warnings: Yaoi, NCS and violence later on
Pairings: 1x2, 2x5, 1x5(NCS)
Summary: After the war, Duo and Wufei are living a peaceful life together. However, when Heero returns, things change...
Things Change
by Amyeyl
Prologue
It was happening, again. The safe house wasn't big enough for the three of them.
Chang Wufei grumbled to himself in what should have been the quiet hours of the early morning. Pulling his pillow over his head hadn't helped. Listening to soothing music via headphones hadn't worked. Nothing worked. The two pilots in the next room were just too loud, and they were keeping him awake.
He was tempted to march into the other bedroom and demand that the two of them stop 'fucking like bunnies' as the braided boy was fond of calling such activities. However, who was he to take away what could possibly be their last night together? The life of a Gundam Pilot was one that would most likely end prematurely. If said pilot happened to be Heero Yuy, the chances for death increased greatly, even if he did have an uncanny survival rate.
Contrary to popular belief, Wufei cared a great deal for his fellow pilots and wished them all whatever happiness they could find; not that he would ever admit to it. So, he climbed out of his bed and made his way quietly down the hall, pillows tucked under his arms and his blanket trailing behind him on the floor.
The couch in the living room on the other side of the house would have to do. Wufei made himself as comfortable as possible and settled in for the rest of the night. His temporary new bed would provide him with the perfect vantage point for an event he never thought possible.
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While the sounds were fainter out in the living room, Wufei was glad when they finally came to a halt. He had been able to slip somewhat into dreamland before he was startled awake by the sound of things crashing and what sounded like Duo yelling.
Training asserting itself over the concern for his friend, Wufei remained still, trying to discern what could be causing the commotion and if it would be more than Duo and Heero could handle. Not being able to pick up any other sounds over the yelling, he was about to head to check on his fellow pilots when the two of them came into the living room.
Heero came first, calm and collected as usual, carrying a bag that wouldn't hold much more than his laptop. Duo came close on his heel, alternating between screaming insults and begging. Training kicking in once more, Wufei froze on the couch, hoping to go unnoticed.
"Heero! You BASTARD! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" an angry Duo demanded, tugging on one of Heero's arms.
"I told you," came the simple reply, "I'm leaving." And with that, the Japanese boy extracted his arm from the other's grip and continued towards the door.
"Heero! You can't," Duo pleaded, staring dejectedly at hands that had just touched the object of his heart's desire for what may be the last time, "you can't leave me..."
"I can, and I am. I have no interest in you anymore, Duo. You should thank me for staying this long, and giving you a decent farewell memory." With that, the dark-haired boy was gone.
Wufei stood in the dark, quiet aftermath of what had just occurred, his feet rooted to the spot with indecision. Should he go comfort Duo, or would it be better for the other boy if he just slipped away and spared him the embarrassment of knowing such a private, painful moment had a witness?
'This is stupid,' Wufei berated himself, 'Of course I should be there for him,' and he made his way towards the other pilot, making as much noise as possible to alert Duo to his presence. Sinking to his knees, he pulled the sobbing remains into his arms, wrapped them both in his blanket, and held on.