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~~Flash Back to Quatre and Trowa's arrival at the carnival~~
"All right...cotton candy it is!" Quatre said, laughing gleefully and grabbing Trowa's hand.
"...?" (Are you okay with this Quatre? I mean, holding hands and everything. I mean we're in REAL public now...I don't want your career to be...well...hurt, if you know what I mean...well...you know how people talk.) Trowa faltered as he tried to explain what he felt...he just couldn't take it if Quatre's career as the Winner heir was damaged because he was seen with another man. The paparazzi would go crazy. As he spoke, the light dimmed as the sun went behind a cloud.
Quatre stopped, and did an about face to look at Trowa. Quatre reached out and pulled Trowa's other hand to his chest; the one he had already held to his cheek.
"Trowa..." Quatre said gently, "I would never be ashamed of holding your hand! Never. I'm ashamed that you would say something like that! People may cause a little stir if they see me out walking with another man, but nothing to big! Don't worry about it Trowa. I love you." Quatre smiled brightly. Just as he spoke those three words, the sun came away from its hidden veil of vapor and light poured down upon the couple like rain. The concrete they stood upon heated up once again and the bottom of their shoes began to melt as they stood there, looking into each other's eyes. Nothing like the smell of burnt rubber and sunburn to really put you in the mood! O_o
"......" (Good to know...) Trowa grimaced, and stepped backwards a little. Quatre took this as a sign that Trowa obviously doesn't love him! No, he must hate him now! How stupid of Quatre to ever think that Trowa could love him! Trowa must hate him for saying that! HATE HATE HATE!!!!! Quatre dropped Trowa's hands and his eyes filled with tears. The real reason why Trowa was squinting and puckering up his face much like he had just swallowed a lemon (or some of Hiro's cooking...same expression), was that when the sun had come out, it had shown on both of them. However, Quatre's light blond hair was causing Trowa to go near blind, because it was reflecting the sun! Suddenly, Trowa had a bright...oops...hehehe, pun...an idea occurred to him. He reached behind to his Gosh-I-Really-Wish-That-I-Could-Be-An-Ass and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, dark ones mind you, and put them on. Now, with the help of the sunglasses, Quatre was bearable to look at and Trowa saw that Quatre was getting dangerously near to bursting out in tears and running like a maniac for the nearest teddy bear.
"Sorry, Quatre. But, you really could have blinded me there. Maybe you should stay closer? Like...this?" Trowa said out loud (cause Quatre wasn't looking at him), and pulled Quatre to his chest. After giving Quatre a brief kiss on his forehead, Trowa intertwined their fingers and gave a small smile to Quatre. Quatre's entire expression changed and he was back to normal lickedy split. Hmm...perhaps not the best expression to use while around Trowa, but...whatever.
After a full day spent with licking Cotton Candy off each other's fingers suggestively, to winning the other one identical bears and key chains, the two men decided to actually go on some real rides! Trowa suggest the Ferris wheel. Quatre looked absolutely jubilant.
"Okay! Come on, it's Ferris wheel time!" Quatre once again pulled on Trowa's hand towards the entrance to the carnival. Trowa went willingly.
"......" (Cool. Ferris wheel...lot's of things that you can do in Ferris wheels...heh heh heh...) Trowa "said" to the back of Quatre's head. Quatre turned around, only in time to see the laugh.
"What? Why are you laughing Trowa?" Quatre asked suspiciously. Some poor, innocent bystanders raised their eyebrows at this (well, those that could), because Trowa wasn't laughing out loud. I, personally, always end up hearing all the wrong/weird things that people say and I can safely say that I would have been one of those people raising an eyebrow. I would also be very, very, very, very frightened if I had heard this. But, hey, that's *just* me.
"Oh...nothing..." Trowa said carefully, not altogether pleased with all the looks both of them were getting. Well, no, that's not right. He was pissed off at how other people were looking at Quatre. Starring really. Openly. Well, hey, who wouldn't? Trowa was easily holding his own with his dark, olive skin, his shorn deep brown hair, cold and hard emerald eyes, and his earring (right ear lobe, little stud with a cross dangling from it, both the stud and cross very small). Quatre was just stunningly beautiful, with the blond hair that was dangerously reflecting the sunlight (making him look suspiciously like he was glowing), creamy white skin (also making him glow and look like a very gay angel, which was close enough to the truth anyways), and oddly creepy sapphire eyes that were dancing with absolute joy and yet a strangely perverted light (obviously, spending too much damn time with Trowa...he should come out and play with his fan girls sometime!). I would be starring too! Trowa's tanned arm reached around Quatre's waist protectively.
"Umm...okay..." Quatre blushed as Trowa pulled him closer and proceeded to twitch his eye at anyone who looked either disgusted or interested. After they saw the twitch, they didn't look either disgusted or interested...no, they looked very, very, very afraid for their lives as would any sane person (yes, that means this excludes Hiro Yui and Relena). One woman ran off to the bathroom from fear, liquid trickling down her right leg. Okay, it was two women and a man...well...three women and two men. I don't want to make Trowa seem THAT scary...all right! Four women and two men. Geez...
"..." (Ooops...there goes another one...) Trowa nearly smiled wickedly as another woman took off, very close to hysterics, after Trowa had not only twitched his eye at her, but also Hiro Yui death glared (Trowa style) her.
"Trowa! This is embarrassing!" Quatre whispered fervently to Trowa, of course, blushing like mad.
"...!" (I'm not really doing it on purpose!) Trowa "said" innocently. Quatre rolled his eyes politely, obviously mildly annoyed. Pretty damn hard to do you know, rolling one's eyes politely, but then again, this *is* Quatre Raberba Winner we're talking about.
"Oh please! My ass!" Quatre said, or at least, that's what he WANTED to say. However, with his lilting tone, it came out like: " Oh! Please my ass!", which sounded awfully like he just invited Trowa to do something that is so most definitely not PG-13...definitely.
At first, Trowa was uncertain of what to do. But, well, this *is* Trowa we're talking about...so...well...after a brief consideration of sanity (that lasted about as long as a fishes memory) he grabbed Quatre's waist with both his hands and pulled Quatre to his chest. Then, in front of many a people, (although, as a side note, I'll have it be known that they were standing off to the side not bothering anyone) he began to savagely kiss Quatre as if they were in the privacy of their own hotel room bed. He reached down and slipped his hands into Quatre's pants...Hehehehe...um...yeah...well, to make a long story short, he just starting going at it. Right there, with his hands. Well, Quatre was so shocked at first that he was rendered immobile, but after Trowa started going at it, he recovered. Shoving himself away from Trowa, he looked at the other man with shock, horror, and disbelief.
"Hey...that's Quatre Raberba Winner, isn't it?"
"Yeah...Winner..."
"Hey, that guy just tried to..."
"I saw them holding hands earlier, do you think they're..."
"And there was a rumor that Mr. Winner would be out for two weeks..."
The crowd buzzed around them. Quatre looked with absolute embarrassment at one face to another. Trowa looked completely unconcerned. Which he was. He never really was one to care in these sort of situations.
"Oh my God..." Quatre whispered as the buzzing increased. The park manager was coming up to them.
"Are you Mr. Quatre Winner?" The man asked. Quarter only nodded in response. After a quick look at Trowa, disgust blatant on his face, he turned back to Quatre with a sad and oily smile. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to leave and not come back Mr. Winner."
"I...I see. Of course. We'll be leaving now." Quatre said, his composure now flawless. He moved away with great dignity and managed to hold out to the parking lot before he exploded at Trowa.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! I just can't! Trowa! How could you do this to me!? HOW?! Do you have any idea...!" Quatre trailed off with a moan. His company was going to kill him...
"Come on Quatre! It wasn't that big of a deal!" Trowa said, jogging to catch up to his lover, who was walking at a freakishly fast pace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASH FORWARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quatre walked into the hotel room, with Trowa following silently behind him. He was still fuming. While they had been driving home, his cell phone had rung like mad with calls from his business and from the paparazzi. Great. Just peachy.
"I'll sleep on the couch." Quatre offered darkly, grabbing a blanket. Trowa's hand stopped him. Trowa put his hand on the blanket and pillow and shook his head, obviously saying that he would sleep on the couch. Quatre would have argued, if he didn't know that if he insisted on sleeping on the couch then Trowa would sleep on the floor. Trowa was just like that sometimes.
"..." Trowa's eyes were completely sealed off.
"Fine." Quatre said, storming off to the room and slamming the door. It only opened once more to throw out a pair of Duo pajamas with a yellow sticky attached at Trowa's head. Trowa caught it deftly, and then wished that he hadn't just sent his clothes down the laundry shoot, because his pajamas pants (no shirt) were covered entirely with the cutest and most chibified Quatres. Hundreds of them. Great. Just peachy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back To Wufei and Hiro~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just as Hiro and Wufei sat down at their table, and finally got comfortable, Hiro got a strange feeling. It was a creepy feeling. However, he didn't have long to muse on it, because since he was thinking about the feeling, he wasn't paying attention as he adjusted his legs and ended up feeling up Wufei's leg, which sent Wufei into a panic. But, then, when they received their menus from their waiter, he got it again. A very, very creepy feeling. A feeling that something big was about to happen, but then, suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the waiter speaking.
"Hey...um...I don't want to sound weird, but...are you, by any chance...from Gundam Wing?"
"What." Wufei stated, looking daggers at the blond waiter. The waiter laughed a little nervously. Hiro looked at the menu calmly.
"Well...um...you look like...Wufei Chang. Whoa! Are you okay?" The waiter said, as Wufei jumped at his name. That would be scary, if the waiter knew your name.
"It is." Hiro mumbled from his menu. Wufei glared so hard the menu began to smoke. The waiter stepped back a bit and surveyed his surroundings.
"Cool. I made it in." The waiter said, his nametag flashing "Travis" in the light.
"What?" Hiro said, still looking at the menu. Wufei was busy looking at his spoon, glaring really, trying to see if it would also melt. Sadly, it wasn't working.
"Oh, nothing. Ready to order yet?" Travis asked.
"Yeah..." Hiro began, when that bad feeling came back. He was so close to figuring out what that feeling was trying to warn him of...in fact...Oh God.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" A high-pitched voice screamed out.
"No...no...it can't be..." Hiro whispered, huddling into the seat. But it was.
"Hey, isn't that Ms. Peacecraft? Hiro? Isn't it? Hiro?" Wufei asked, as Hiro began sinking to the floor, chibi-fied, trying to escape. "Hiro?" Wufei asked again, this time almost worried, because he had to actually look under the table. Travis had left long ago. It was simply too weird for him...why not go and hang out with Athena instead? Much more fun...anyways, as Wufei looked under the table, a tiny hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him under the table. Wufei chibi-fied for self-preservation, because Chibi Hiro had a gun to his temple and all he had said was:
"Chibi. Now." That was all it took. Now Wufei and Hiro were underneath the table, and Hiro was motioning for Wufei to come closer so Hiro could whisper something.
"Listen, Wufei. We're in big trouble. You see, she's crazy. I mean, really really really crazy. I'll tell you the full extent of her craziness later, but oh my god. Please, you gotta help me out here. You see, she thinks that Duo and I are lovers and married."
"WHAT?!" Wufei screamed out, and Hiro clamped his chibi hand over Wufei's not-so-chibi mouth.
"Look, long story. Anyways, if she see's you here with me and she doesn't think we're serious, she'll take me back with her. Please. For the love of sanity, and your life, help me!" Hiro whispered desperately. Wufei had never seen Hiro like this. Hiro was actually in a panic. Scared. Scared shitless.
'So...that's what that smell is...' Wufei thought. No Wufei, that's the rotted gum underneath the table. Be careful kids, that's not a scratch and sniff.
"All right...what do I have to-" That was as far as Wufei got, because Relena suddenly lifted up the tablecloth.
"I FOOOOOUUUUUUUNNNNNNDDDD YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!" Relena's deranged voice shouted out. Her hair had been died white, and her eyes had taken on a distinctly crazed look. Hiro nearly wet himself.
"Uh...yeah..." Hiro said, coming out from under the table and becoming normal again. Wufei followed suit.
"So..." Wufei tried to say, but Relena cut him off.
"I thought that you loved Duo that's what you told me and you got married I was there so what are you doing with Wufei does that mean that you are single again because if you are then you know that that means that I get a chance too which I want and stuff so hey what the hell are you here for you better let me have a chance unless you guys are engaged or married or dating!" Relena said, her words and sentences running together. She made little real sense these days.
"Uh...we are dating! Dating very extensively. It's a very passionate relationship. A gay relationship, but passionate." Hiro said, willing himself to sound sincere. He didn't have the same practice as before. Wufei was looking at Hiro with a strange look of contemplation. Hiro shot Wufei a pleading glance. Relena didn't even see it.
"Is that so why did you leave Duo what's wrong with Duo what's wrong with me that you don't want me I saved the world remember I'm innocent and yet I long for my own destruction and yet I'm also very pure so you should want me why don't you want me why did you leave Duo?!" Hiro scanned his mind. Quickly. He looked at Wufei briefly. And an idea struck.
"Well, that's simple. Wufei's hotter." Wufei's jaw dropped, but he quickly fixed it. He was getting awfully skilled these days. "I mean, seriously. Look at him. Wufei, turn around. See? I mean seriously: HOT DAMN!" Hiro said, nearly emotionlessly, but with a strange note of raw passion in his voice. Even Wufei was fooled.
Relena backed away slowly.
"No no no no no no no no no..." she whispered it over and over again...and she disappeared behind the bend. Hiro let out a sigh, and expected the whole restaurant to be starring...but they weren't. No one was even looking their way. Then, just as he sat down with Wufei again, that feeling came back. Oh no...
"That was some pretty good-" Wufei started, but at that point Relena came sprinting back in. She grabbed Hiro by the collar and hoisted him up to her level.
"Prove it." She said, her breath grazing Hiro's check.
'Oh shit...not again...' Hiro and Wufei thought simultaneously.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Four Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"For the last time Wufei! It was an ACCIDENT!" Hiro shouted. Wufei was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth furiously. His mouth had come into contact with Hiro's three times that day. Too much for one man to handle. Or was it? No. He wouldn't even THINK like that. (Huh...a bit late, but whatever...)
"So...you're trying to tell me that *I* kissed *you*, even though you were on top of me?" Wufei said through his toothpaste spit.
"Well...you did! Yes, I accidentally landed that way, but you're the one who leaned up!"
"I had...no...choice!" Wufei said in between brushes. Hiro was being far too logicall and reasoning and...*rational*...and *mature*. Bah.
"Wufei! Look, stop being like this-"
"Shut up." Wufei snapped out. Hiro jumped back. Wufei was being totally illogical.
"Fine. I'll leave then."
"No, I just meant shut up cause I'm going to take a dump right now and I don't want to have to talk back while shitting. Too awkward." Wufei grunted out. Hiro refused the urge to giggle. It was strange, he's been letting loose a lot the past few days...he never really did that. Even with Duo, he was still pretty uptight. He knew WHY...but...still...even though he had admitted to himself, he still couldn't feel like he could fully accept it. I mean...here he was...21-years-old...and just now realizing that he...he...well. Yes. But...at the restaurant...he had decided to at least let himself in on the secret. But that didn't mean that WUFEI had to know! And yet...he strangely WANTED Wufei to know. To know that he-
"Uh...shit." Wufei's voice interrupted Hiro's thoughts.
"Yes Wufei, that's usually what's supposed to come out."
"Pfft. No, that's not what I meant. There's no more toilet paper."
"Crap."
"Yes, I know Yui. It's right there in the toilet." Wufei said, using the same tone Hiro had used before.
"Well, use a tissue."
"There aren't any." Wufei said after a brief pause.
"Hell. Improvise. Use a towel."
"I am NOT using a TOWEL!" Wufei shouted back at Hiro.
"Well then...I dunno. Improvise further."
"There isn't anything in here!"
"Then...come out here with a shit covered butt. Whatever, just get out of there. I have to take a shower."
"No! I'm not doing that! That's an injustice!"
"Then...I dunno...I'm not coming in there Wufei!"
"Come on!"
"No!"
"What do you expect me to do then?!"
"Uhh...use your hand!"
"NO GODDAMN BLOODY FREAKIN WAY IN HELL!!!"
"Well...geez..."
"GET IN HERE YUI!!"
"To do what? So you can use MY hand?!"
"GAH!!!"
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I had to revise this chapter just a little. Cause it has Hiro still in denial, and I forgot that Hiro has a revelation at the restaurant. ^_^V
~~Flash Back to Quatre and Trowa's arrival at the carnival~~
"All right...cotton candy it is!" Quatre said, laughing gleefully and grabbing Trowa's hand.
"...?" (Are you okay with this Quatre? I mean, holding hands and everything. I mean we're in REAL public now...I don't want your career to be...well...hurt, if you know what I mean...well...you know how people talk.) Trowa faltered as he tried to explain what he felt...he just couldn't take it if Quatre's career as the Winner heir was damaged because he was seen with another man. The paparazzi would go crazy. As he spoke, the light dimmed as the sun went behind a cloud.
Quatre stopped, and did an about face to look at Trowa. Quatre reached out and pulled Trowa's other hand to his chest; the one he had already held to his cheek.
"Trowa..." Quatre said gently, "I would never be ashamed of holding your hand! Never. I'm ashamed that you would say something like that! People may cause a little stir if they see me out walking with another man, but nothing to big! Don't worry about it Trowa. I love you." Quatre smiled brightly. Just as he spoke those three words, the sun came away from its hidden veil of vapor and light poured down upon the couple like rain. The concrete they stood upon heated up once again and the bottom of their shoes began to melt as they stood there, looking into each other's eyes. Nothing like the smell of burnt rubber and sunburn to really put you in the mood! O_o
"......" (Good to know...) Trowa grimaced, and stepped backwards a little. Quatre took this as a sign that Trowa obviously doesn't love him! No, he must hate him now! How stupid of Quatre to ever think that Trowa could love him! Trowa must hate him for saying that! HATE HATE HATE!!!!! Quatre dropped Trowa's hands and his eyes filled with tears. The real reason why Trowa was squinting and puckering up his face much like he had just swallowed a lemon (or some of Hiro's cooking...same expression), was that when the sun had come out, it had shown on both of them. However, Quatre's light blond hair was causing Trowa to go near blind, because it was reflecting the sun! Suddenly, Trowa had a bright...oops...hehehe, pun...an idea occurred to him. He reached behind to his Gosh-I-Really-Wish-That-I-Could-Be-An-Ass and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, dark ones mind you, and put them on. Now, with the help of the sunglasses, Quatre was bearable to look at and Trowa saw that Quatre was getting dangerously near to bursting out in tears and running like a maniac for the nearest teddy bear.
"Sorry, Quatre. But, you really could have blinded me there. Maybe you should stay closer? Like...this?" Trowa said out loud (cause Quatre wasn't looking at him), and pulled Quatre to his chest. After giving Quatre a brief kiss on his forehead, Trowa intertwined their fingers and gave a small smile to Quatre. Quatre's entire expression changed and he was back to normal lickedy split. Hmm...perhaps not the best expression to use while around Trowa, but...whatever.
After a full day spent with licking Cotton Candy off each other's fingers suggestively, to winning the other one identical bears and key chains, the two men decided to actually go on some real rides! Trowa suggest the Ferris wheel. Quatre looked absolutely jubilant.
"Okay! Come on, it's Ferris wheel time!" Quatre once again pulled on Trowa's hand towards the entrance to the carnival. Trowa went willingly.
"......" (Cool. Ferris wheel...lot's of things that you can do in Ferris wheels...heh heh heh...) Trowa "said" to the back of Quatre's head. Quatre turned around, only in time to see the laugh.
"What? Why are you laughing Trowa?" Quatre asked suspiciously. Some poor, innocent bystanders raised their eyebrows at this (well, those that could), because Trowa wasn't laughing out loud. I, personally, always end up hearing all the wrong/weird things that people say and I can safely say that I would have been one of those people raising an eyebrow. I would also be very, very, very, very frightened if I had heard this. But, hey, that's *just* me.
"Oh...nothing..." Trowa said carefully, not altogether pleased with all the looks both of them were getting. Well, no, that's not right. He was pissed off at how other people were looking at Quatre. Starring really. Openly. Well, hey, who wouldn't? Trowa was easily holding his own with his dark, olive skin, his shorn deep brown hair, cold and hard emerald eyes, and his earring (right ear lobe, little stud with a cross dangling from it, both the stud and cross very small). Quatre was just stunningly beautiful, with the blond hair that was dangerously reflecting the sunlight (making him look suspiciously like he was glowing), creamy white skin (also making him glow and look like a very gay angel, which was close enough to the truth anyways), and oddly creepy sapphire eyes that were dancing with absolute joy and yet a strangely perverted light (obviously, spending too much damn time with Trowa...he should come out and play with his fan girls sometime!). I would be starring too! Trowa's tanned arm reached around Quatre's waist protectively.
"Umm...okay..." Quatre blushed as Trowa pulled him closer and proceeded to twitch his eye at anyone who looked either disgusted or interested. After they saw the twitch, they didn't look either disgusted or interested...no, they looked very, very, very afraid for their lives as would any sane person (yes, that means this excludes Hiro Yui and Relena). One woman ran off to the bathroom from fear, liquid trickling down her right leg. Okay, it was two women and a man...well...three women and two men. I don't want to make Trowa seem THAT scary...all right! Four women and two men. Geez...
"..." (Ooops...there goes another one...) Trowa nearly smiled wickedly as another woman took off, very close to hysterics, after Trowa had not only twitched his eye at her, but also Hiro Yui death glared (Trowa style) her.
"Trowa! This is embarrassing!" Quatre whispered fervently to Trowa, of course, blushing like mad.
"...!" (I'm not really doing it on purpose!) Trowa "said" innocently. Quatre rolled his eyes politely, obviously mildly annoyed. Pretty damn hard to do you know, rolling one's eyes politely, but then again, this *is* Quatre Raberba Winner we're talking about.
"Oh please! My ass!" Quatre said, or at least, that's what he WANTED to say. However, with his lilting tone, it came out like: " Oh! Please my ass!", which sounded awfully like he just invited Trowa to do something that is so most definitely not PG-13...definitely.
At first, Trowa was uncertain of what to do. But, well, this *is* Trowa we're talking about...so...well...after a brief consideration of sanity (that lasted about as long as a fishes memory) he grabbed Quatre's waist with both his hands and pulled Quatre to his chest. Then, in front of many a people, (although, as a side note, I'll have it be known that they were standing off to the side not bothering anyone) he began to savagely kiss Quatre as if they were in the privacy of their own hotel room bed. He reached down and slipped his hands into Quatre's pants...Hehehehe...um...yeah...well, to make a long story short, he just starting going at it. Right there, with his hands. Well, Quatre was so shocked at first that he was rendered immobile, but after Trowa started going at it, he recovered. Shoving himself away from Trowa, he looked at the other man with shock, horror, and disbelief.
"Hey...that's Quatre Raberba Winner, isn't it?"
"Yeah...Winner..."
"Hey, that guy just tried to..."
"I saw them holding hands earlier, do you think they're..."
"And there was a rumor that Mr. Winner would be out for two weeks..."
The crowd buzzed around them. Quatre looked with absolute embarrassment at one face to another. Trowa looked completely unconcerned. Which he was. He never really was one to care in these sort of situations.
"Oh my God..." Quatre whispered as the buzzing increased. The park manager was coming up to them.
"Are you Mr. Quatre Winner?" The man asked. Quarter only nodded in response. After a quick look at Trowa, disgust blatant on his face, he turned back to Quatre with a sad and oily smile. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to leave and not come back Mr. Winner."
"I...I see. Of course. We'll be leaving now." Quatre said, his composure now flawless. He moved away with great dignity and managed to hold out to the parking lot before he exploded at Trowa.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! I just can't! Trowa! How could you do this to me!? HOW?! Do you have any idea...!" Quatre trailed off with a moan. His company was going to kill him...
"Come on Quatre! It wasn't that big of a deal!" Trowa said, jogging to catch up to his lover, who was walking at a freakishly fast pace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASH FORWARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quatre walked into the hotel room, with Trowa following silently behind him. He was still fuming. While they had been driving home, his cell phone had rung like mad with calls from his business and from the paparazzi. Great. Just peachy.
"I'll sleep on the couch." Quatre offered darkly, grabbing a blanket. Trowa's hand stopped him. Trowa put his hand on the blanket and pillow and shook his head, obviously saying that he would sleep on the couch. Quatre would have argued, if he didn't know that if he insisted on sleeping on the couch then Trowa would sleep on the floor. Trowa was just like that sometimes.
"..." Trowa's eyes were completely sealed off.
"Fine." Quatre said, storming off to the room and slamming the door. It only opened once more to throw out a pair of Duo pajamas with a yellow sticky attached at Trowa's head. Trowa caught it deftly, and then wished that he hadn't just sent his clothes down the laundry shoot, because his pajamas pants (no shirt) were covered entirely with the cutest and most chibified Quatres. Hundreds of them. Great. Just peachy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back To Wufei and Hiro~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just as Hiro and Wufei sat down at their table, and finally got comfortable, Hiro got a strange feeling. It was a creepy feeling. However, he didn't have long to muse on it, because since he was thinking about the feeling, he wasn't paying attention as he adjusted his legs and ended up feeling up Wufei's leg, which sent Wufei into a panic. But, then, when they received their menus from their waiter, he got it again. A very, very creepy feeling. A feeling that something big was about to happen, but then, suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the waiter speaking.
"Hey...um...I don't want to sound weird, but...are you, by any chance...from Gundam Wing?"
"What." Wufei stated, looking daggers at the blond waiter. The waiter laughed a little nervously. Hiro looked at the menu calmly.
"Well...um...you look like...Wufei Chang. Whoa! Are you okay?" The waiter said, as Wufei jumped at his name. That would be scary, if the waiter knew your name.
"It is." Hiro mumbled from his menu. Wufei glared so hard the menu began to smoke. The waiter stepped back a bit and surveyed his surroundings.
"Cool. I made it in." The waiter said, his nametag flashing "Travis" in the light.
"What?" Hiro said, still looking at the menu. Wufei was busy looking at his spoon, glaring really, trying to see if it would also melt. Sadly, it wasn't working.
"Oh, nothing. Ready to order yet?" Travis asked.
"Yeah..." Hiro began, when that bad feeling came back. He was so close to figuring out what that feeling was trying to warn him of...in fact...Oh God.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" A high-pitched voice screamed out.
"No...no...it can't be..." Hiro whispered, huddling into the seat. But it was.
"Hey, isn't that Ms. Peacecraft? Hiro? Isn't it? Hiro?" Wufei asked, as Hiro began sinking to the floor, chibi-fied, trying to escape. "Hiro?" Wufei asked again, this time almost worried, because he had to actually look under the table. Travis had left long ago. It was simply too weird for him...why not go and hang out with Athena instead? Much more fun...anyways, as Wufei looked under the table, a tiny hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him under the table. Wufei chibi-fied for self-preservation, because Chibi Hiro had a gun to his temple and all he had said was:
"Chibi. Now." That was all it took. Now Wufei and Hiro were underneath the table, and Hiro was motioning for Wufei to come closer so Hiro could whisper something.
"Listen, Wufei. We're in big trouble. You see, she's crazy. I mean, really really really crazy. I'll tell you the full extent of her craziness later, but oh my god. Please, you gotta help me out here. You see, she thinks that Duo and I are lovers and married."
"WHAT?!" Wufei screamed out, and Hiro clamped his chibi hand over Wufei's not-so-chibi mouth.
"Look, long story. Anyways, if she see's you here with me and she doesn't think we're serious, she'll take me back with her. Please. For the love of sanity, and your life, help me!" Hiro whispered desperately. Wufei had never seen Hiro like this. Hiro was actually in a panic. Scared. Scared shitless.
'So...that's what that smell is...' Wufei thought. No Wufei, that's the rotted gum underneath the table. Be careful kids, that's not a scratch and sniff.
"All right...what do I have to-" That was as far as Wufei got, because Relena suddenly lifted up the tablecloth.
"I FOOOOOUUUUUUUNNNNNNDDDD YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!" Relena's deranged voice shouted out. Her hair had been died white, and her eyes had taken on a distinctly crazed look. Hiro nearly wet himself.
"Uh...yeah..." Hiro said, coming out from under the table and becoming normal again. Wufei followed suit.
"So..." Wufei tried to say, but Relena cut him off.
"I thought that you loved Duo that's what you told me and you got married I was there so what are you doing with Wufei does that mean that you are single again because if you are then you know that that means that I get a chance too which I want and stuff so hey what the hell are you here for you better let me have a chance unless you guys are engaged or married or dating!" Relena said, her words and sentences running together. She made little real sense these days.
"Uh...we are dating! Dating very extensively. It's a very passionate relationship. A gay relationship, but passionate." Hiro said, willing himself to sound sincere. He didn't have the same practice as before. Wufei was looking at Hiro with a strange look of contemplation. Hiro shot Wufei a pleading glance. Relena didn't even see it.
"Is that so why did you leave Duo what's wrong with Duo what's wrong with me that you don't want me I saved the world remember I'm innocent and yet I long for my own destruction and yet I'm also very pure so you should want me why don't you want me why did you leave Duo?!" Hiro scanned his mind. Quickly. He looked at Wufei briefly. And an idea struck.
"Well, that's simple. Wufei's hotter." Wufei's jaw dropped, but he quickly fixed it. He was getting awfully skilled these days. "I mean, seriously. Look at him. Wufei, turn around. See? I mean seriously: HOT DAMN!" Hiro said, nearly emotionlessly, but with a strange note of raw passion in his voice. Even Wufei was fooled.
Relena backed away slowly.
"No no no no no no no no no..." she whispered it over and over again...and she disappeared behind the bend. Hiro let out a sigh, and expected the whole restaurant to be starring...but they weren't. No one was even looking their way. Then, just as he sat down with Wufei again, that feeling came back. Oh no...
"That was some pretty good-" Wufei started, but at that point Relena came sprinting back in. She grabbed Hiro by the collar and hoisted him up to her level.
"Prove it." She said, her breath grazing Hiro's check.
'Oh shit...not again...' Hiro and Wufei thought simultaneously.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Four Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"For the last time Wufei! It was an ACCIDENT!" Hiro shouted. Wufei was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth furiously. His mouth had come into contact with Hiro's three times that day. Too much for one man to handle. Or was it? No. He wouldn't even THINK like that. (Huh...a bit late, but whatever...)
"So...you're trying to tell me that *I* kissed *you*, even though you were on top of me?" Wufei said through his toothpaste spit.
"Well...you did! Yes, I accidentally landed that way, but you're the one who leaned up!"
"I had...no...choice!" Wufei said in between brushes. Hiro was being far too logicall and reasoning and...*rational*...and *mature*. Bah.
"Wufei! Look, stop being like this-"
"Shut up." Wufei snapped out. Hiro jumped back. Wufei was being totally illogical.
"Fine. I'll leave then."
"No, I just meant shut up cause I'm going to take a dump right now and I don't want to have to talk back while shitting. Too awkward." Wufei grunted out. Hiro refused the urge to giggle. It was strange, he's been letting loose a lot the past few days...he never really did that. Even with Duo, he was still pretty uptight. He knew WHY...but...still...even though he had admitted to himself, he still couldn't feel like he could fully accept it. I mean...here he was...21-years-old...and just now realizing that he...he...well. Yes. But...at the restaurant...he had decided to at least let himself in on the secret. But that didn't mean that WUFEI had to know! And yet...he strangely WANTED Wufei to know. To know that he-
"Uh...shit." Wufei's voice interrupted Hiro's thoughts.
"Yes Wufei, that's usually what's supposed to come out."
"Pfft. No, that's not what I meant. There's no more toilet paper."
"Crap."
"Yes, I know Yui. It's right there in the toilet." Wufei said, using the same tone Hiro had used before.
"Well, use a tissue."
"There aren't any." Wufei said after a brief pause.
"Hell. Improvise. Use a towel."
"I am NOT using a TOWEL!" Wufei shouted back at Hiro.
"Well then...I dunno. Improvise further."
"There isn't anything in here!"
"Then...come out here with a shit covered butt. Whatever, just get out of there. I have to take a shower."
"No! I'm not doing that! That's an injustice!"
"Then...I dunno...I'm not coming in there Wufei!"
"Come on!"
"No!"
"What do you expect me to do then?!"
"Uhh...use your hand!"
"NO GODDAMN BLOODY FREAKIN WAY IN HELL!!!"
"Well...geez..."
"GET IN HERE YUI!!"
"To do what? So you can use MY hand?!"
"GAH!!!"
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I had to revise this chapter just a little. Cause it has Hiro still in denial, and I forgot that Hiro has a revelation at the restaurant. ^_^V
