Another day, another chapter...and more Wufei torture!! Buwaha.
^_^;;
I had fun with this chapter...though considering most of it was
written at three in the morning after many Starbucks vanilla
lattes, most of it was rather incoherent until I went through
and re-read it and fixed my overly-caffeinated blunders.
*sweatdrop* And the next chapter to 'Imaginary' is also soon to
follow (probably tomorrow, especially if I go on another
Starbucks fix), it's nice and angst-full so far and I haven't
even gotten them back to see Duo yet. ^^;;
*ahem* But yes, I do believe you all with thoroughly enjoy
reading this chapter almost as much as I did writing it. ^__^ We
get to the meaning behind the title...Buwaha, poor, poor
Heero...
Reviews! *pout* I think during ff.net's technical difficulties a
few days ago I lost a few reviews, but that's okay, I'll just
reply to the two that I got remaining. ^_^
Vic: Lol, well Heero's going to have to be more worried about
Wufei getting -him-, rather than Wufei being jumped by all the
girls. *grin* But of course, you'll just have to read this
chapter to understand what I'm taking about. *purr* Revenge is
sweet. Glad you're enjoying this! ^_^
Scarlettrose: Well here we go, I'm continuing. ^_^
On with the show!
***
The second his dormitory room door shut behind him and was
securely locked that night, Wufei practically tore off the
mortally offending uniform and excruciatingly vexatious feminine
undergarment (AKA: the foul bra). His immense relief was
displayed by a heavy sigh as his familiar blue tank top and
loose white pants replaced the torture devices.
Now, to find his rubber band...
Wufei's search for the elastic tie was so absorbed that he
didn't hear the soft click of his window being opened behind him
and Heero climbing in.
"Looking for something?"
He whirled around instantly, ready to pounce at the intruder.
"Gods, Yuy! Can't you at least say 'Hn' and let me know you're
here?" Wufei said exasperatingly, his defensive stance relaxing.
"That's your problem for not being alert," Heero pointed out
flatly. "I could have been an OZ spy and been able to kill you
before you even noticed."
"And I would have thanked you highly," he replied irritably,
finding his rubber band in plain sight on the nightstand, much
to his disdain, and pulling his hair back in its customary
ponytail. "Anything to keep me from having to relive another day
like today."
"And here I thought you were enjoying yourself," Heero smirked
slightly.
Wufei glowered darkly. "So have you inspected that base yet?" he
said, blatantly changing the subject.
"Briefly. It's a standard operation, it shouldn't take us long
to infiltrate and eliminate it," he replied brusquely, all
former banter dropped immediately. "They manufacture Leo and
Taurus suits, so we are going to have be cautious with it being
so close to the school and civilians. A mobile suit battle will
have to be taken into consideration, but we must try to avoid it
if possible."
"We could always shift the fight more towards the mountains, if
we have to go in battle. There's less chance of civilian
casualties that way," Wufei added.
Heero nodded in assent. "I'm going in tonight to do more
surveillance, so we'll have a better layout of the base and the
surrounding area."
"And I'm supposed to sit here and do nothing? I think you forget
that this was originally -my- mission."
There was a loud knock at his door. "Meilan! Are you in there?
It's Rose!"
"I know that. It would be conspicuous if both of us went, I'll
go tonight and if I get caught, then you're still free to
complete the objectives," Heero's eyes glanced over at the
threshold. "Besides, it seems like you have a guest." He
observed as Wufei scrambled to the pile of discarded clothes on
the floor, throwing the bra onto the bed as he stripped off his
tank top and pants.
"Toss me the bathrobe then get out here!" he hissed, picking up
the voice distorter from the nightstand and hooking it around
his throat.
Heero complied with something that looked suspiciously like a
smirk on his face and jumped onto the windowsill, lowering
himself soundlessly down out of sight.
Wufei growled as he put on the offending undergarment once more
and stuffed his arms into the burgundy bathrobe, pulling out his
ponytail holder as he hurried into the main room. "I'm coming!"
He opened the door, tying the belt tightly around his waist as
he forced a smile. "Sorry, you caught me just as I was about to
take a shower."
"Oh!" Rose blinked innocently. "I was checking to see how you
were doing, you left dinner so early that I didn't get a chance
to ask."
"Ah, I'm perfectly fine, thank you," Wufei smiled forcibly
again, his jaw slightly clenched.
"Okay..." She looked doubtful, but shrugged nonetheless. "Well,
I'm in the room next to you if you need anything."
"I'll remember that if I ever do..." '...which isn't very
likely.'
"All right, I'll see you in the morning then!" Rose beamed
brightly and headed off down the corridor.
"Great..." Wufei shut the door, rubbing his face roughly as he
went back into the bedroom and secured the window after checking
to be sure Heero was gone.
***
The next day found Wufei in a very foul mood indeed.
Everything was running relatively fine until after lunch when
all the girls broke into fits of giggles as they headed towards
the stables' locker room to change, shooting him curious looks.
'If I wasn't on a mission, I would strangle each and every one
of them with my bare hands...' Wufei thought irritably, the
incident in the stalls with Heero certainly not forgotten. The
only highlight of the class period's imminent hell was that he
was going to get information on said mission and, as comical as
it sounded, that he got to ditch the skirt for riding pants.
When Wufei emerged from the locker room, completely surrounded
by the twittering group of females, he spotted Heero leaning
against the whitewashed fence enclosure a few feet away from
Father Brown. 'Well, he's alive and doesn't seem injured. I
suppose I should take that as a good sign,' he mused cynically.
The cluster of giggling girls broke apart as they went into the
stalls to get their horses, leaving him standing alone in the
threshold. Wufei glanced over at Heero, catching his gaze and
indicated the barn with a slight jerk of his head, then added
with a coy smile, "Mister Yuy, could you help me with the
saddle?"
Couldn't have the priest becoming suspicious of them, could
they?
Heero pushed himself off the fence and walked over, his
expression etched with amusement as Wufei narrowed his eyes
darkly. "Honestly Wufei, I think you -are- enjoying this."
"Enjoying this? I'll be damned before I ever pull an act like
that again..." he scowled. "...So how did it go last night?"
"I obtained blueprints of the base and the manufacturing plant
for the suits, we can get this over with easily if we split and
have one take the base and the other take the factory." Heero
answered shortly, his words slipping smoothly from English to
Japanese as he warily surveyed the girls exiting the stalls with
their horses as they went past, smiling suggestively at the two
Asians.
"Sounds fine to me," Wufei nodded, openly ignoring the
insinuating grins by focusing his attention on fitting the bit
into the horse's mouth as Heero knelt and finished with the
saddle.
He stood, brushing dust off his faded blue jeans as Father Brown
entered the barn, ushering the students out. "You should be fine
now Meilan, just remember how I did it and you won't have any
problems," Heero said curtly, though a small smirk tugged at the
corners of his lips as he turned around and left.
The imminent hell was made reality when Wufei had to join the
chattering class. The highly lethal glare he had on his face
promising great pain and agony if he was bothered didn't seem to
faze them at all as he got grilled about his nonexistent 'love
life'.
It didn't help that Heero just stood over by the fence watching
the unfolding scene in mild amusement and that his amusement was
misinterpreted as affection.
Ignorant females.
Certainly not for the first, or the last, time, Wufei swore he
was going to make Master O die a slow, painful death if he ever
survived this mission.
Heero was going to regret having mentioned that their
relationship would be a good cover for them, because Wufei was
more than willing to put the Wing pilot through some torture of
his own, he wasn't about to suffer by himself while he sat back
and laughed. Suddenly, his homicidal glower broke into an
equally disturbing smile as the lesson finished and they headed
back towards the stables.
Oh yes, Heero was going to -seriously- regret his mistake.
After he changed, and for once not cursing the skirt into
oblivion in his plotting for revenge, Wufei pulled Rose aside.
"Watch for Father Brown, will you? I'm going to go have a little
'chat' with Yuy before we have to leave."
"Sure, but be quick about it because we only have a few
minutes."
"Thanks," his smile widened even more; he could have put the
Cheshire Cat to shame with its wickedness.
As he went out, the whole locker room erupted in eager whispers
and he had a feeling they were all trying to spy unnoticed
around the corner. 'Let them watch, they got to see me looking
like a fool, I can pay back the favor...'
Heero had his back to him while hanging up bridles when Wufei
silently approached and slid his hands over his shoulders,
turning him around roughly and pinning him against the wall.
"Wufei? What are you-" His Prussian gaze went wide in
realization as he abruptly lunged forward and kissed him hard.
"I'll see you later tonight, out by Nataku, right? We still have
things to discuss," Wufei smirked at Heero's utterly shocked
expression as he walked off without another word.
Revenge is sweet.
***
^_^;;
I had fun with this chapter...though considering most of it was
written at three in the morning after many Starbucks vanilla
lattes, most of it was rather incoherent until I went through
and re-read it and fixed my overly-caffeinated blunders.
*sweatdrop* And the next chapter to 'Imaginary' is also soon to
follow (probably tomorrow, especially if I go on another
Starbucks fix), it's nice and angst-full so far and I haven't
even gotten them back to see Duo yet. ^^;;
*ahem* But yes, I do believe you all with thoroughly enjoy
reading this chapter almost as much as I did writing it. ^__^ We
get to the meaning behind the title...Buwaha, poor, poor
Heero...
Reviews! *pout* I think during ff.net's technical difficulties a
few days ago I lost a few reviews, but that's okay, I'll just
reply to the two that I got remaining. ^_^
Vic: Lol, well Heero's going to have to be more worried about
Wufei getting -him-, rather than Wufei being jumped by all the
girls. *grin* But of course, you'll just have to read this
chapter to understand what I'm taking about. *purr* Revenge is
sweet. Glad you're enjoying this! ^_^
Scarlettrose: Well here we go, I'm continuing. ^_^
On with the show!
***
The second his dormitory room door shut behind him and was
securely locked that night, Wufei practically tore off the
mortally offending uniform and excruciatingly vexatious feminine
undergarment (AKA: the foul bra). His immense relief was
displayed by a heavy sigh as his familiar blue tank top and
loose white pants replaced the torture devices.
Now, to find his rubber band...
Wufei's search for the elastic tie was so absorbed that he
didn't hear the soft click of his window being opened behind him
and Heero climbing in.
"Looking for something?"
He whirled around instantly, ready to pounce at the intruder.
"Gods, Yuy! Can't you at least say 'Hn' and let me know you're
here?" Wufei said exasperatingly, his defensive stance relaxing.
"That's your problem for not being alert," Heero pointed out
flatly. "I could have been an OZ spy and been able to kill you
before you even noticed."
"And I would have thanked you highly," he replied irritably,
finding his rubber band in plain sight on the nightstand, much
to his disdain, and pulling his hair back in its customary
ponytail. "Anything to keep me from having to relive another day
like today."
"And here I thought you were enjoying yourself," Heero smirked
slightly.
Wufei glowered darkly. "So have you inspected that base yet?" he
said, blatantly changing the subject.
"Briefly. It's a standard operation, it shouldn't take us long
to infiltrate and eliminate it," he replied brusquely, all
former banter dropped immediately. "They manufacture Leo and
Taurus suits, so we are going to have be cautious with it being
so close to the school and civilians. A mobile suit battle will
have to be taken into consideration, but we must try to avoid it
if possible."
"We could always shift the fight more towards the mountains, if
we have to go in battle. There's less chance of civilian
casualties that way," Wufei added.
Heero nodded in assent. "I'm going in tonight to do more
surveillance, so we'll have a better layout of the base and the
surrounding area."
"And I'm supposed to sit here and do nothing? I think you forget
that this was originally -my- mission."
There was a loud knock at his door. "Meilan! Are you in there?
It's Rose!"
"I know that. It would be conspicuous if both of us went, I'll
go tonight and if I get caught, then you're still free to
complete the objectives," Heero's eyes glanced over at the
threshold. "Besides, it seems like you have a guest." He
observed as Wufei scrambled to the pile of discarded clothes on
the floor, throwing the bra onto the bed as he stripped off his
tank top and pants.
"Toss me the bathrobe then get out here!" he hissed, picking up
the voice distorter from the nightstand and hooking it around
his throat.
Heero complied with something that looked suspiciously like a
smirk on his face and jumped onto the windowsill, lowering
himself soundlessly down out of sight.
Wufei growled as he put on the offending undergarment once more
and stuffed his arms into the burgundy bathrobe, pulling out his
ponytail holder as he hurried into the main room. "I'm coming!"
He opened the door, tying the belt tightly around his waist as
he forced a smile. "Sorry, you caught me just as I was about to
take a shower."
"Oh!" Rose blinked innocently. "I was checking to see how you
were doing, you left dinner so early that I didn't get a chance
to ask."
"Ah, I'm perfectly fine, thank you," Wufei smiled forcibly
again, his jaw slightly clenched.
"Okay..." She looked doubtful, but shrugged nonetheless. "Well,
I'm in the room next to you if you need anything."
"I'll remember that if I ever do..." '...which isn't very
likely.'
"All right, I'll see you in the morning then!" Rose beamed
brightly and headed off down the corridor.
"Great..." Wufei shut the door, rubbing his face roughly as he
went back into the bedroom and secured the window after checking
to be sure Heero was gone.
***
The next day found Wufei in a very foul mood indeed.
Everything was running relatively fine until after lunch when
all the girls broke into fits of giggles as they headed towards
the stables' locker room to change, shooting him curious looks.
'If I wasn't on a mission, I would strangle each and every one
of them with my bare hands...' Wufei thought irritably, the
incident in the stalls with Heero certainly not forgotten. The
only highlight of the class period's imminent hell was that he
was going to get information on said mission and, as comical as
it sounded, that he got to ditch the skirt for riding pants.
When Wufei emerged from the locker room, completely surrounded
by the twittering group of females, he spotted Heero leaning
against the whitewashed fence enclosure a few feet away from
Father Brown. 'Well, he's alive and doesn't seem injured. I
suppose I should take that as a good sign,' he mused cynically.
The cluster of giggling girls broke apart as they went into the
stalls to get their horses, leaving him standing alone in the
threshold. Wufei glanced over at Heero, catching his gaze and
indicated the barn with a slight jerk of his head, then added
with a coy smile, "Mister Yuy, could you help me with the
saddle?"
Couldn't have the priest becoming suspicious of them, could
they?
Heero pushed himself off the fence and walked over, his
expression etched with amusement as Wufei narrowed his eyes
darkly. "Honestly Wufei, I think you -are- enjoying this."
"Enjoying this? I'll be damned before I ever pull an act like
that again..." he scowled. "...So how did it go last night?"
"I obtained blueprints of the base and the manufacturing plant
for the suits, we can get this over with easily if we split and
have one take the base and the other take the factory." Heero
answered shortly, his words slipping smoothly from English to
Japanese as he warily surveyed the girls exiting the stalls with
their horses as they went past, smiling suggestively at the two
Asians.
"Sounds fine to me," Wufei nodded, openly ignoring the
insinuating grins by focusing his attention on fitting the bit
into the horse's mouth as Heero knelt and finished with the
saddle.
He stood, brushing dust off his faded blue jeans as Father Brown
entered the barn, ushering the students out. "You should be fine
now Meilan, just remember how I did it and you won't have any
problems," Heero said curtly, though a small smirk tugged at the
corners of his lips as he turned around and left.
The imminent hell was made reality when Wufei had to join the
chattering class. The highly lethal glare he had on his face
promising great pain and agony if he was bothered didn't seem to
faze them at all as he got grilled about his nonexistent 'love
life'.
It didn't help that Heero just stood over by the fence watching
the unfolding scene in mild amusement and that his amusement was
misinterpreted as affection.
Ignorant females.
Certainly not for the first, or the last, time, Wufei swore he
was going to make Master O die a slow, painful death if he ever
survived this mission.
Heero was going to regret having mentioned that their
relationship would be a good cover for them, because Wufei was
more than willing to put the Wing pilot through some torture of
his own, he wasn't about to suffer by himself while he sat back
and laughed. Suddenly, his homicidal glower broke into an
equally disturbing smile as the lesson finished and they headed
back towards the stables.
Oh yes, Heero was going to -seriously- regret his mistake.
After he changed, and for once not cursing the skirt into
oblivion in his plotting for revenge, Wufei pulled Rose aside.
"Watch for Father Brown, will you? I'm going to go have a little
'chat' with Yuy before we have to leave."
"Sure, but be quick about it because we only have a few
minutes."
"Thanks," his smile widened even more; he could have put the
Cheshire Cat to shame with its wickedness.
As he went out, the whole locker room erupted in eager whispers
and he had a feeling they were all trying to spy unnoticed
around the corner. 'Let them watch, they got to see me looking
like a fool, I can pay back the favor...'
Heero had his back to him while hanging up bridles when Wufei
silently approached and slid his hands over his shoulders,
turning him around roughly and pinning him against the wall.
"Wufei? What are you-" His Prussian gaze went wide in
realization as he abruptly lunged forward and kissed him hard.
"I'll see you later tonight, out by Nataku, right? We still have
things to discuss," Wufei smirked at Heero's utterly shocked
expression as he walked off without another word.
Revenge is sweet.
***