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...
A/N: Not a happy me. Apologies for any spelling mistakes, as I'm sure there are some. MSWord has decided it no longer likes me or my computer and will attack mercilessly every time I try to run it. So, I am without spell check and the other happy things it provides, not that I use it for much of anything else. I prefer writing in wordpad, it reminds me of notepad, and they are never cruel to you. Apologies as well to Sandra a.k.a Wufei Lover for always stopping when I do.
Things Change
by Amyeyl
Chapter 6
I pace angrily back and forth in the waiting room of the hospital. Trowa sits close by in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs, watching me. His wounds treated, he had refused to remain under the care of the hospital any longer. A long, neat row of stitches now curves from his hip and up along his side, holding together the flesh that had been torn by Heero's knife. In time, it will leave a long, curved scar.
He shifts slightly, his eyes scrunching ever so minutely in pain. He had refused any sort of medication as well.
I feel torn as I watch him sitting there. I know I'm needed here, no one should be alone at a time like this. Quatre is my friend as well, and I want to offer support to them both. But 'Fei... Every second we spend here is a second Heero can use to ensure that we never find him.
By now the two of them could be holed up anywhere in the city, or even worse, on their way out of the city. Who knows what Heero's doing right this minute. And 'Fei is in no shape to stop him.
I stop my pacing and stand still as the broken window invades my thoughts. The curtain rod broken and slanted towards the floor. The broken shards of glass clinging to the window pane. Drops of blood and pieces of fabric torn from his body. For once I'm glad we live no higher than the third floor of our building. Long fingers gently take hold of my own and pull me down into one of the other chairs.
I'm smile helplessly at Trowa. The most we can do now is be there for one another. But I swear to myself and to 'Fei that I will find him. As soon as there is word on Quatre I will track the two of them down. And for Heero's sake, Quatre had better pull through.
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Am I awake? I wonder... Turning my head from side to side, there is nothing to be seen. There is no bright light like before, so perhaps I am dreaming. I wonder...
"05," I hear a voice. 05... I haven't been called that since the war. Since the war... does that mean it's over then? I'm not sure. Maybe that's why I can't remember. Was I injured somehow? A head wound?
"05, wake up," There it is again. I guess I'm not awake after all.
I pry my eyes open to be met with the smiling face of Heero. He called me 05, should I call him 01? No, 01 didn't smile. Funny, I don't remember...
I reach up, fingers searching out the smiling lips. I want to touch them, want to know they're real, and that I'm not dreaming anymore. I...my arm doesn't seem to be cooperating. I turn my head to look at it, eyes narrowed in frustration. I try again to move it, and watch in confusion when it doesn't.
Heero looms above me, reaching over to place his hand on my arm.
"Don't try to move anymore." I blink at him. He's right, I shouldn't try to move it. I cease in my efforts and he smiles again.
"Heero..." It comes out in a whisper, I can barely hear myself.
"What is it, 05?" It seems he heard me, but why...
"Why are you calling me that?"
"Calling you what?" His hand moves away from my arm and finds a new home in my hair. He slips the band out and his fingers run the length of it.
"05. My name is Wufei..." His hands still their motions and he stares at me.
"I know that... Wufei." He says my name again, his eyes lighting up in merriment. I don't understand why such a simple thing makes him so happy. He leans over me again, fingers resuming the stroking of my hair. He bends down closer to me and for some reason I'm afraid. And now he's kissing me. His lips are soft and the kiss gentle.
He sits up slowly and trails his fingers over my lips the way I'd wanted to do to him earlier. Why did he... He kisses me again before I can even form the thought completely.
"Soft," he whispers, his lips brushing against my own as they move in speech. "Much softer than Duo's." He pulls back now, watching me intently. He's waiting for something, that I can tell, but what? ...Duo?
His hand ghosts across my cheek, moving back into my hair. Duo. He lifts the dark strands so I can watch as they slip through his fingers back towards the floor.
"Your hair is softer than his as well, Wufei." Wufei. Duo. "I'm glad you've grown it out. I'd always wanted to see you with long hair." He's smiling again. Duo. Duo used to have long hair, until...
I try and struggle. It's of little use, the only thing that moves other than my head is the arm that I remember having had chained to the floor. I thrash my head wildly, my vision at times obscurred by my hair. Heero makes no move to get up, quite the contrary. Taking ahold of my hair again, he forces my head to remain still, and his lips are on mine again. Gone is the gentle touch of earlier, they are demanding in their ferocity.
When I bite into his lip, I hope for a scream of pain. When I taste the blood on my tongue, I hope for him to recoil in shock. Neither comes to pass. Instead I am gifted once again with his laughter.
Finally, however, he does pull back. In a sick parody of his earlier touch, he rubs his fingers lightly over my lips, smearing the blood there.
"So sweet, so strong..." and his lips are once more pressed to mine.