YAOI ALERT!!!! 3x4, possible 1x2, and wufei's alone, I guess.again..Sorry,
I forgot to put a yaoi alert in the summary! Oops!
~blushes~ Oh wow! ~glomps her reviewers~ You guys are so sweet!
Acutally..the bad thing is.I kinda have writer's block on this one.So, if
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review. Believe me, I would so welcome the help!
On to the fic!--
Wufei stared at the noodles on the plate before him. He wasn't sure about
this. Quatre looked up from serving Trowa.
" Is something the matter Wufei?" Wufei glanced at his plate again. Picking up his fork he prodded the yellow mass. "What the hell is this?!" As usual the Chinese boy sounded angry. Quatre looked startled. "Well it's called macaroni and cheese." Duo snickered at the look on Wufei's face. "Don't tell me you've never had it before!!" "No I haven't Maxwell..." Wufei's tone held a warning for Duo, but the pilot ignored it. He shook his head in amazement, his long braid swishing about him at the movement. "Man! I thought I was deprived!! We ate this quite often at the church! It's easy to make, it's filling, and damn it's good!" Here he took an enthusiastic bite of the food. "Well, why don't you try it Woofie! Or are ya chicken??" He grinned at Trowa and Quatre, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief. Trowa sighed, and Quatre mentally pleaded with Duo to stop goading the Chinese boy. "Great dinner Q-man!" Duo said, and Quatre smiled and nodded his thanks. Duo turned back to staring at Wufie. Wufie gave an exasperated sigh, seeing the American would not be daunted...at least not until he took a bite of the cheese sauce drenched noodles on his pink plate. He hesitantly put a bite on his fork and forced himself to place the bite in his mouth...Wow! It was delicious! It was like ambrosia!! Quatre, Trowa and Duo all nearly fell out of their chairs in astonishment! In no less than two minutes, Wufei had scrapped his plate clean of the dish, and was reaching for the bowl. He was like a macaroni and cheese fiend! Even Duo, who was prone to inhaling every bite of food in a ten mile radius at dinner, was shocked. "Man! Too bad Heero couldn't be here to see this...Ah, well! I'll just have to fill him in when he gets back." Duo picked up his fork again with a little sigh. Quatre smiled at that. He could read Duo's feelings concerning the Japanese pilot like a book. It had been clear to him for months now that Duo was carrying a torch...no, bonfire for the other boy. He looked at Trowa and could see the teenager was getting the same feelings about Duo as he was. Trowa and Quatre, who had finished all they wanted of their dinners, got up from the table, leaving Duo and Wufei to fight over the last portions of dinner. They heard a shout of pain as Wufei pulled Duo's long braid to keep him away from the mashed potatoes. Quatre hesitantly took Trowa's hand as the sounds of fighting echoed fleetingly down the hall . Trowa pulled Quatre out on the balcony and encircled the other boy in a warm hug. Quatre snuggled into the embrace simply listening to the silent boy's heart beat. Trowa, who was head and shoulders taller than his blonde boyfriend, looked down upon the top of Quatre's pale head and smiled. Such an expression was rare from Trowa, but ever since he and Quatre had started going out, Trowa had a lot to smile about. The Arabian backed away from Trowa's hug, about to make some comment about telling the other two pilots where they had disappeared to so they wouldn't worry, but stopped when he saw Trowa's soft smile. Tears sprang to his bright blue eyes. Trowa...", he whispered quietly. Trowa was about to press his lips against his lover's to stall whatever the other boy had been about to say, but stopped at the: "Hey, Q-man??...dammit, where'd he go....probably off somewhere with Trowa, with his hands....." Quatre had the decency to blush, but Trowa had to fight back a laugh. Anybody who mistook Duo for an happy-go-lucky idiot was in for a shock, and deserved whatever they got for it. Duo rarely missed anything. Oh, sure, Duo loved to play at being the fool, and always had some wise crack to make, but he was also very perceptive, sensitive, and could be dead serious when he wanted to. Duo just preferred to laugh at life...things hurt less when you brush them off, pretend like they don't matter. You trick yourself into believing that if you do it often enough. Duo was kind of like the infamous Scarlett O'Hara...he lived by her motto...'I'll think on it tomorrow...if I think about it now, I'll go crazy...' yup, that was Duo alright. Duo burst out onto the balcony with one of his usual "EH?" 's and simply stood and looked at Quatre and Trowa. "Aw! how kawaii!!" Duo crooned, folding his arms across his chest. "ugh, man, you guys are way too sweet....It's gross! I mean, sneaking off is one thing, but not even bothering to inform your two best friends where you're going is quite another! Hey, I was beginning to worry about you!! You two are getting out of hand, ne?" Trowa grinned at Duo's speech. "At least I'm not learning Japanese just to impress a certain someone, hmm?" Trowa said slyly. "EH??" Duo gasped. "Man Trowa, that's sick! I don't like other guys, and even if I did, which by the way, Father Maxwell always told me I'd be damned to Hell for, I would never like Wufei...he would so not be my type!" Duo yelped again as Wufei smacked him upside the head. "I'm Chinese Maxwell! You idiot..." Wufei growled low in his throat. Quatre snickered and Trowa gaped at Duo. "Oh, you mean Heero!!" Duo scratched his head and laughed nervously, "Ew, no way man! Strong, silent, model handsome, and deadly ain't my type! I mean, have you ever counted how many times he says 'Omae o korousu' in a day? Damn, the guys illiterate, or a broken record one...and he's too masculine for another... uhhh...." Duo laughed again, too aware he'd been rambling on about Heero. Quatre was aware that the silence was becoming strained and glanced up at Trowa. He was in the midst of frowning at something that was not to his liking on the floor. And Wufei was even forgetting to smack Duo for running his mouth! Duo finally broke the tension with a usual wisecrack, "Hey, guys? I'm a bit tired now, so I think I'll go take a shower and hit the bed! Oh, and Wufei? Since it seems like your not gonna say it, I'll say it for ya!" , he grinned and imitated Wufei's low, growling voice, "Maxwell, don't you ever shut up? You're depriving some poor village of it's idiot, you know!"
" Is something the matter Wufei?" Wufei glanced at his plate again. Picking up his fork he prodded the yellow mass. "What the hell is this?!" As usual the Chinese boy sounded angry. Quatre looked startled. "Well it's called macaroni and cheese." Duo snickered at the look on Wufei's face. "Don't tell me you've never had it before!!" "No I haven't Maxwell..." Wufei's tone held a warning for Duo, but the pilot ignored it. He shook his head in amazement, his long braid swishing about him at the movement. "Man! I thought I was deprived!! We ate this quite often at the church! It's easy to make, it's filling, and damn it's good!" Here he took an enthusiastic bite of the food. "Well, why don't you try it Woofie! Or are ya chicken??" He grinned at Trowa and Quatre, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief. Trowa sighed, and Quatre mentally pleaded with Duo to stop goading the Chinese boy. "Great dinner Q-man!" Duo said, and Quatre smiled and nodded his thanks. Duo turned back to staring at Wufie. Wufie gave an exasperated sigh, seeing the American would not be daunted...at least not until he took a bite of the cheese sauce drenched noodles on his pink plate. He hesitantly put a bite on his fork and forced himself to place the bite in his mouth...Wow! It was delicious! It was like ambrosia!! Quatre, Trowa and Duo all nearly fell out of their chairs in astonishment! In no less than two minutes, Wufei had scrapped his plate clean of the dish, and was reaching for the bowl. He was like a macaroni and cheese fiend! Even Duo, who was prone to inhaling every bite of food in a ten mile radius at dinner, was shocked. "Man! Too bad Heero couldn't be here to see this...Ah, well! I'll just have to fill him in when he gets back." Duo picked up his fork again with a little sigh. Quatre smiled at that. He could read Duo's feelings concerning the Japanese pilot like a book. It had been clear to him for months now that Duo was carrying a torch...no, bonfire for the other boy. He looked at Trowa and could see the teenager was getting the same feelings about Duo as he was. Trowa and Quatre, who had finished all they wanted of their dinners, got up from the table, leaving Duo and Wufei to fight over the last portions of dinner. They heard a shout of pain as Wufei pulled Duo's long braid to keep him away from the mashed potatoes. Quatre hesitantly took Trowa's hand as the sounds of fighting echoed fleetingly down the hall . Trowa pulled Quatre out on the balcony and encircled the other boy in a warm hug. Quatre snuggled into the embrace simply listening to the silent boy's heart beat. Trowa, who was head and shoulders taller than his blonde boyfriend, looked down upon the top of Quatre's pale head and smiled. Such an expression was rare from Trowa, but ever since he and Quatre had started going out, Trowa had a lot to smile about. The Arabian backed away from Trowa's hug, about to make some comment about telling the other two pilots where they had disappeared to so they wouldn't worry, but stopped when he saw Trowa's soft smile. Tears sprang to his bright blue eyes. Trowa...", he whispered quietly. Trowa was about to press his lips against his lover's to stall whatever the other boy had been about to say, but stopped at the: "Hey, Q-man??...dammit, where'd he go....probably off somewhere with Trowa, with his hands....." Quatre had the decency to blush, but Trowa had to fight back a laugh. Anybody who mistook Duo for an happy-go-lucky idiot was in for a shock, and deserved whatever they got for it. Duo rarely missed anything. Oh, sure, Duo loved to play at being the fool, and always had some wise crack to make, but he was also very perceptive, sensitive, and could be dead serious when he wanted to. Duo just preferred to laugh at life...things hurt less when you brush them off, pretend like they don't matter. You trick yourself into believing that if you do it often enough. Duo was kind of like the infamous Scarlett O'Hara...he lived by her motto...'I'll think on it tomorrow...if I think about it now, I'll go crazy...' yup, that was Duo alright. Duo burst out onto the balcony with one of his usual "EH?" 's and simply stood and looked at Quatre and Trowa. "Aw! how kawaii!!" Duo crooned, folding his arms across his chest. "ugh, man, you guys are way too sweet....It's gross! I mean, sneaking off is one thing, but not even bothering to inform your two best friends where you're going is quite another! Hey, I was beginning to worry about you!! You two are getting out of hand, ne?" Trowa grinned at Duo's speech. "At least I'm not learning Japanese just to impress a certain someone, hmm?" Trowa said slyly. "EH??" Duo gasped. "Man Trowa, that's sick! I don't like other guys, and even if I did, which by the way, Father Maxwell always told me I'd be damned to Hell for, I would never like Wufei...he would so not be my type!" Duo yelped again as Wufei smacked him upside the head. "I'm Chinese Maxwell! You idiot..." Wufei growled low in his throat. Quatre snickered and Trowa gaped at Duo. "Oh, you mean Heero!!" Duo scratched his head and laughed nervously, "Ew, no way man! Strong, silent, model handsome, and deadly ain't my type! I mean, have you ever counted how many times he says 'Omae o korousu' in a day? Damn, the guys illiterate, or a broken record one...and he's too masculine for another... uhhh...." Duo laughed again, too aware he'd been rambling on about Heero. Quatre was aware that the silence was becoming strained and glanced up at Trowa. He was in the midst of frowning at something that was not to his liking on the floor. And Wufei was even forgetting to smack Duo for running his mouth! Duo finally broke the tension with a usual wisecrack, "Hey, guys? I'm a bit tired now, so I think I'll go take a shower and hit the bed! Oh, and Wufei? Since it seems like your not gonna say it, I'll say it for ya!" , he grinned and imitated Wufei's low, growling voice, "Maxwell, don't you ever shut up? You're depriving some poor village of it's idiot, you know!"