Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!
WARNING: Intense dislike of Relena (don't really see the point in writing this time and time again, since she's not going to be in this fic - as far as I know)
Plot: The usual. Duo acts odd, Heero gets worried, and is that a brooding Wufei I see on the horizon?
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Chapter Five - Quatre's POV (no comment)
As I blearily blink my eyes open I am not surprised to feel the bed cold beside me. When Trowa and I first got together it took me ages to get used to the fact that he rose before me every morning. For a while it really upset me that he didn't wait for me to wake up. I guess it was the morning after cuddling that I was pining for, subconsciously.
The first time we slept together we weren't an official item, and when I woke up the next morning to find the bed empty next to me, I thought I'd blown it. That he hadn't been ready for that step, or that I'd done something to drive him away.
Over time I've learnt that it's nothing against me, it's just his way. So, no, I wasn't surprised to find him gone this morning. Vaguely disappointed? Yes. But I've gotten used to it, and am better able to brush it off than before.
I lazily reached out with my senses, and was vaguely able to feel Trowa down in the kitchen, a quiet contentment emanating from him. No doubt he'd be sipping his tea, and gazing at the things only he could see.
The others are unaware of just how developed my empath abilities are. Even Trowa really has no clue. Which is just as well, they are now so developed they aren't really empathic abilities anymore, nearer really to true psychic abilities. And if that was let out, I'd find myself on the receiving end of an experiment faster than you can say 'Turkey'.
I'd just rolled over and flung back my covers when a muffled noise reached my ears. Despite being muffled there was no mistaking what that noise was. It was the sound of someone retching, violently.
I quickly scanned the house, finding Trowa still in the kitchen, Wufei out in the backyard, and Heero and Duo in their en suite bathroom. Where the sound appeared to be coming through.
Focusing on Duo I briefly scanned his top layer and found him to be wallowing in wretched misery. Heero came next, and was emanating worry so strongly I didn't even have to try to scan him.
Obviously Duo was the one who was being ill, but why? Running a mental list through my mind of what we did yesterday, the only thing I could think of that could have possible resulted in this were those damn sandwiches he'd had.
Great, Duo was being violently ill, and it was all me and my damn diet's fault!
I leapt out of bed, and shrugged some clothes on, then raced into their bedroom.
Hovering outside their bathroom, I tentatively knocked on the door. "Yes?" Came Heero's clipped reply.
"Um, is everything alright in there? Is Duo all right?"
"He's a bit ill at the moment…" A slight rustling accompanied Duo as he butted in on what Heero had been saying.
"A bit ill?! I am more than 'a bit ill', it feels like my damn head is about to fall off, and all you can say is that 'he's a bit ill'?! Talk about an under…"
The tirade was cut off abruptly, and in the sudden silence I heard, all too clearly, the sound of someone throwing up again.
"Heero get your damn hands off of me!"
Duo sounded weak and frustrated, and I realised Heero must have been attempting to help him somehow. Knowing Duo, the last thing he'd want whilst being ill, would be the one he loves to be there to witness it.
"Do you want some help Duo? I could make you some nice soothing tea if you like? Or maybe…"
"I don't want any damn help! I can manage perfectly well on my own…Heero, if you come near me with that fucking washcloth again, I will shove it where the Sun does not shine!"
Deciding that, even if it was all my fault, it would be better to let the whole thing ride itself out, I prepared to cautiously retreat.
"Right, well, I'll just go and, yeah…do that…"
I could still hear Duo cursing Heero as I made my way down the stairs, and I cringed at the language that flowed so easily from his lips.
In the kitchen Trowa was still drinking his tea, and I now saw he was flipping his way through an ancient cookbook. Grabbing some tea for myself I sat down next to Trowa and filled him in on the incident upstairs, then joined him in tossing around some cooking ideas.
We'd eventually decided to bake some sugary goodies to make up for Duo's bout of sickness, when the man in question came storming into the kitchen with a stony expression on his face.
Ignoring us he made straight for a cupboard in the corner, and marched right on in. I vaguely heard him muttering something about "show that damn bastard…who does he think he is…useless, hah!…I'll show him…" as he rummaged around inside.
About ten minutes later he came back out, brandishing a bucket full of cleaning paraphernalia with a fierce grin on his face. The exact same grin he wore when he fought in the war.
He stormed back out of the kitchen still without looking at me and Trowa, with a mop slung over his shoulder and an air of determination. I swallowed loudly, glad I wasn't Heero at that moment in time, then turned and looked at Trowa.
"I think we'd better make that two double chocolate fudge cakes."
As Trowa checked we had all of the ingredients, he sent me out to survey the battlefield. When I protested that I was too young to die, Trowa calmly tossed a coin, and as usual, he won.
I carefully eased out of the kitchen, checking in each direction before moving towards the living room. I tell you, facing an army of oz troops has nothing on Duo in a bad mood.
I made it to the living room without incident, and slowly eased my head around the corner. What I saw momentarily froze me solid.
Wufei and Heero had pulled up chairs to the table in the middle of the room, and were somehow managing to play a game of chess. While, all around them, and under them, and even over them, Duo was cleaning.
Pillows were flying, rugs were being shaken, dirt and dust were like a thick fog in the air. Looking in on it, it was like Duo was somehow everywhere at once, and in the middle of all this chaos, Heero and Wufei were having a calm game of chess.
I quickly ducked back out of the room, and ran back to Trowa.
"Make that three double chocolate fudge cakes."
Some time later I was completely covered in chocolate, and Trowa was calmly stirring various concoctions on the stove. I really don't get how he can cook so easily. I mean, I'm not exactly a horrible cook, but I still manage to create quite a mess.
I tried to dab some of the chocolate off of me, when Wufei wandered in. I admit it, I might not have meant to do it, but I did. I shrieked.
Actually, if I'm completely honest, I gave a somewhat girly shriek, and then dived under the table for cover.
"Quatre, what the hell are you doing?"
I peeked out from under the table, sheepishly looking up at a befuddled Wufei. "Sorry, I thought Duo might be following you."
"Ohh," Wufei at once clicked to what I meant, thank god. "Well fortunately he isn't. Heero finally gave up on having a proper game of chess, and dragged Maxwell off to god knows where, to do god knows what. And, personally, that is the way I would like to keep it."
I raised my eyebrows at that, but easily read that he didn't want me to pry. I scrambled out from under the table, ignoring the look he gave me when he realised I was covered in chocolate, and went over to help Trowa with the cooking.
Just as the last cake was coming out of the oven, Duo wandered in, followed by a very smug looking Heero. Just in case whatever Heero had done was just temporary, I quickly grabbed a slice of cake, and shoved it at Duo.
To say he looked surprised was an understatement. He looked from the cake to me, and then beamed his widest grin at me. I was so relieved to see it, that I automatically grinned back, sighing with relief, and relaxing. Too soon as it turned out.
"Thanks Q-man. What is this, is it my birthday or something, and somebody forgot to tell me?"
I was just opening my mouth to brush it off as nothing. If he didn't realise how he'd been acting all day then I wasn't about to tell him. It might set him off again. When he started to dig in.
Unfortunately, in my rush to fill Duo with happy chocolately goodness, I'd grabbed a slice from the one which had just come out of the oven. The freshly baked, steaming hot one.
"Owww! Jesus Christ Fucking a Nun under the Goddamn Christmas Tree! Stupid bloody cake! Stupid bloody Fork! And stupid fucking mouth! Oww!?"
I watched in resignation as he threw the cake at the kitchen window, following the other pilots as they slowly backed out of the kitchen, leaving pilot 02 frothing at the mouth in an empty room. Here we go again.
Can you tell where Heero dragged Duo off to this afternoon? Come on, it is soo obvious! Do you think I got the mood swings started off all right? I hope so.
Anyway, sorry this took so long, I couldn't get in the mood to write, so eventually I just sat down and typed, this is what resulted.
It's Trowa next! Please R+R, and I will try to write again soon. J
