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Wufei: Who let the onna have the green tea?
Quatre: This is my chapter, I'm a tad OOC but it's justified…
Duo: Grinning-Reaper-Chibi-Pink-Death-Injustice-No-Baka-Little-Winner (long title ne? Now you see why we call her Reaper-chan! Would like to thank G'Vola for giving her that huuuuuuge compliment in her review and for giving Sorrow that pocky.
Sorrow: Hee hee! Nice candy of angst muse! BUUUUUUUUUURRRRNN!!!!
Chapter One:
Along the Lines of That
"I 'm really quite glad to see you all. It's been so long, I missed every one while I was at L3, so has he made any progress?" Relena chattered endlessly about…well…nothing.
The last part, the 'has he made any progress?' part was of course, directed toward Wufei. I stared at him; his eyes were aimed at nothing. He was just staring, maybe he was remembering. Silent stricken. That's what Heero said had happened to Wufei. He had seen something that made him not want to talk. I think that somebody stole his voice. Wufei is strong. Nothing that could have ever happened to him could force him in to the darkened depths of silence. He was so vocal. He never missed an opportunity to speak. A witch must have stolen his voice. But that's just what I think. That's just silly, innocent, little Quatre Rebabra Winner and his silly, innocent opinions. They're right. I am still a boy.
"Well?" Relena looked questioningly at me. I shrugged.
"Duo would know better." I replied. Relena gave Wufei a honey-sweet smile. There was something in those eyes. Something in those ebon depths I can't quite place. Fear maybe? Hate? Or could there be a connection between them? A blend of all three?
"Wu-fei-how-are-you?" Relena asked. She was speaking very slow and drawing out her vowels. Pigeon English. She was talking to pigeon English to him.
"Relena, he's mute, not stupid." Said Heero. Wow. A miracle! Heero Yuy said more that three words!!!
"He isn't really mute. He just won't talk." Duo pointed.
"Hn." Heero replied.
"Well, any progress?" Relena repeated. Duo sighed a little.
"Kinda…he seems more… … … I dunno, there?" he ventured. Another honey- sweet smile was shot in Wufei's direction.
"Good. Wu-fei-you-are-happy-with-friends-yes?" Relena asked. She smiled again and went back to eating her chicken. Wufei went white. All the color drained from his caramel skin.
"Is-something-the-matter-Wu-fei?" She asked in her pigeon English. She put a mouthful of soft white meat in her mouth. Wufei got up from the table with a start and walked quickly to the apparent safety of his room.
"'Scuse me." Duo wiped his mouth with his shirtsleeve and followed him. Relena's eyes followed Duo as he exited. I sighed and looked down at my salad. I wasn't so hungry anymore. And I missed Trowa. He would understand how I felt. Of course I wouldn't feel this way at all if he were here. Wufei wouldn't be insane, well, insane isn't the best word for him, disturbed and unstable yes, but insane? No. Duo wouldn't worry near as much, he never leaves the house now, he's afraid that something else will happen to one of us. I wouldn't feel so raw and edgy, Relena wouldn't come here near as much, and Heero wouldn't be more… … well I don't want to say emotional, because he's not. But his expressions do vary to more than anger and pure insanity. I guess that's the only good thing that has come from Trowa's disappearance. I refuse to believe that he's dead. Not until I have proof. He had to have left for some reason or another. Damn you Trowa, why'd you leave? I hate you.
"Fuck you." I hissed between my teeth. Very uncharacteristic of me, I know. The irony is that Relena had just finished saying something as I uttered it. Heero burst out laughing. Relena looked at me startled, I didn't really care at the time. I wasn't paying attention. I was carrying on a silent one-sided argument with Trowa. Apparently, she had gotten offended and left. I hadn't noticed until I was done venting inside the confines of my own brain. I looked up at Heero, he was shaking his head with a slightly amused look on his face. He saw my confused expression and laughed again. How many of Duo's Heinekens had he had?!
"What?" I asked a little flustered.
"You of all people." I suddenly remembered all that had gone on. Oh, that's why he was laughing. I sighed and gathered the dishes to wash them. Heero certainly wasn't about to do it, and Wufei well… he had a good excuse, we don't trust Duo with anything that can be fashioned into something sharp and pointy anymore because he tried to slit his own throat with a letter opener a short time ago (and as we had later found, he had been cutting himself). So, I'm the dishes boy. I sighed and filled the sink with warm, soapy, water from the faucet. I hummed softly as I cleaned off the plates and put them in the sink. Humming always makes me feel better. Just as the tension was about to leave for the night, Heero came in and had to bring it all back. He leaned against the counter and stared at me. When I first met him, I was really unnerved by his habit of him fixing his gaze on a person and not letting up, like how an alligator holds its prey in its jaws until death, Heero holds his prey in his eyes.
"Has Wufei… comeback yet? He never finished his Lo mein." I said at last.
"Hn." Heero replied. I was getting tired of him grunting at all of us like that. Did he think we spoke Cro-Magnon or something? I felt a strange heat rise in my chest; my nerves were coiled like a krait, the Indian desert snake. Ready to strike.
"I asked you a question in English, I would appreciate it if you responded with an answer in the same language." I said as I felt my throat tighten. I felt his eyes travel from my spine to the back of my head. Why is he always looking at me like that?!? He gave a little laugh.
"Do you really think I care if Wufei eats or not?" He asked in a low voice. I wanted desperately to turn around and shout at him, but I continued my chore.
"You know he hardly ever eats as it is. Do you want him to die?" I asked hotly as my anger churned in the soapy water. There was a reply of silence. That's it. I had had enough. I spun around. Instead of being several feet away like he was before, he was right in my face. I masked my surprise with an angry look.
"Do you?!?" I shouted in his emotionless face. That is not me talking. The voice didn't even sound like mine. I never get angry. I'm always patient. Heero smiled a little bit.
"I've killed thousands. Do you think I would?" I felt myself get angrier as the silence stretched between us.
"He fought along side you for how long now? He's even saved us a few times, he's our friend. And you have the nerve to say that you don't care?!?" I demanded loudly. Heero just stared.
"Answer me!!" I yelled as loud as I could. I threw the dish I had been clenching in my hand to the tiled floor. It broke into a thousand itty- bitty pieces. Like me. I've been broken so many times, I don't even know who I am anymore. Heero hardly blinked.
"Soldiers don't have any friends." He said flatly.
"The war is over Heero, we don't have to fight! Why don't you stop trying to be the Perfect Soldier and start trying to be the Perfect Human for a change?! People need you! We're falling apart! Don't you understand?! Don't you get it?! Duo almost killed himself a month ago!"
"So?" My hand suddenly curled into a fist and struck him in his cheekbone as hard as it could. It wasn't my fault. It really wasn't. Heero was caught completely off guard, his eyes widened as he wiped the mixture of suds and blood from his mouth. He suddenly lurched fore ward. Our noses were touching. Allah, he was going to kill me! I narrowed my eyes.
//Go right ahead.// I dared silently.
"Do you feel better now?" He demanded.
"Wha-?"
"Do you feel better now that you've vented on someone?" He had been… provoking me? I somehow didn't believe it. He had provoked me into hitting him so he could have an excuse to kill me! Of all the low and dirty-!
I was suddenly aware that he was kissing me. He pulled back.
"You're funny when you're angry, you know that?" He kissed me again. Allah, didn't he watch any dramas? The plot wasn't supposed to go this way… not that I'm complaining mind you. Even though neither of us had any idea what we were doing, it was still nice. He leaned both of us against the sink. I felt the spot between my shoulders that had been tensed for so long slowly relax. Heero felt it too. He pressed my face into his big, soft, sweater.
"You have a good right hook for someone who says they're a pacifist." He said into my hair. I rested my forehead against the crook of his neck.
"Guess I don't know my own strength." I muttered. We started kissing again, this time I think I started it. I could feel my face start to burn. I have dishes to do don't I? And what if some one finds us? What would they say? Half of my brain wondered franticly.
Screw them all! The other half shouted. Okay, maybe not in those exact words, but something along the lines of that. I never did finish the dishes now that I think of it… … …
You are (choose one) *Actually going to read this *Here for no reason *Thinking I'm crazy *Here for the snacks *Plotting to kill me *Other
Have a (choose one) *Good morning *Good day *Good night *Bad morning *Bad day *Bad night *Horrible rest of you life
Grinning Reaper: K'nnichiwa minna! I got 8 whole reviews!! Yay!!!! And they were all such nice reviews too!
Wufei: Who let the onna have the green tea?
Quatre: This is my chapter, I'm a tad OOC but it's justified…
Duo: Grinning-Reaper-Chibi-Pink-Death-Injustice-No-Baka-Little-Winner (long title ne? Now you see why we call her Reaper-chan! Would like to thank G'Vola for giving her that huuuuuuge compliment in her review and for giving Sorrow that pocky.
Sorrow: Hee hee! Nice candy of angst muse! BUUUUUUUUUURRRRNN!!!!
Chapter One:
Along the Lines of That
"I 'm really quite glad to see you all. It's been so long, I missed every one while I was at L3, so has he made any progress?" Relena chattered endlessly about…well…nothing.
The last part, the 'has he made any progress?' part was of course, directed toward Wufei. I stared at him; his eyes were aimed at nothing. He was just staring, maybe he was remembering. Silent stricken. That's what Heero said had happened to Wufei. He had seen something that made him not want to talk. I think that somebody stole his voice. Wufei is strong. Nothing that could have ever happened to him could force him in to the darkened depths of silence. He was so vocal. He never missed an opportunity to speak. A witch must have stolen his voice. But that's just what I think. That's just silly, innocent, little Quatre Rebabra Winner and his silly, innocent opinions. They're right. I am still a boy.
"Well?" Relena looked questioningly at me. I shrugged.
"Duo would know better." I replied. Relena gave Wufei a honey-sweet smile. There was something in those eyes. Something in those ebon depths I can't quite place. Fear maybe? Hate? Or could there be a connection between them? A blend of all three?
"Wu-fei-how-are-you?" Relena asked. She was speaking very slow and drawing out her vowels. Pigeon English. She was talking to pigeon English to him.
"Relena, he's mute, not stupid." Said Heero. Wow. A miracle! Heero Yuy said more that three words!!!
"He isn't really mute. He just won't talk." Duo pointed.
"Hn." Heero replied.
"Well, any progress?" Relena repeated. Duo sighed a little.
"Kinda…he seems more… … … I dunno, there?" he ventured. Another honey- sweet smile was shot in Wufei's direction.
"Good. Wu-fei-you-are-happy-with-friends-yes?" Relena asked. She smiled again and went back to eating her chicken. Wufei went white. All the color drained from his caramel skin.
"Is-something-the-matter-Wu-fei?" She asked in her pigeon English. She put a mouthful of soft white meat in her mouth. Wufei got up from the table with a start and walked quickly to the apparent safety of his room.
"'Scuse me." Duo wiped his mouth with his shirtsleeve and followed him. Relena's eyes followed Duo as he exited. I sighed and looked down at my salad. I wasn't so hungry anymore. And I missed Trowa. He would understand how I felt. Of course I wouldn't feel this way at all if he were here. Wufei wouldn't be insane, well, insane isn't the best word for him, disturbed and unstable yes, but insane? No. Duo wouldn't worry near as much, he never leaves the house now, he's afraid that something else will happen to one of us. I wouldn't feel so raw and edgy, Relena wouldn't come here near as much, and Heero wouldn't be more… … well I don't want to say emotional, because he's not. But his expressions do vary to more than anger and pure insanity. I guess that's the only good thing that has come from Trowa's disappearance. I refuse to believe that he's dead. Not until I have proof. He had to have left for some reason or another. Damn you Trowa, why'd you leave? I hate you.
"Fuck you." I hissed between my teeth. Very uncharacteristic of me, I know. The irony is that Relena had just finished saying something as I uttered it. Heero burst out laughing. Relena looked at me startled, I didn't really care at the time. I wasn't paying attention. I was carrying on a silent one-sided argument with Trowa. Apparently, she had gotten offended and left. I hadn't noticed until I was done venting inside the confines of my own brain. I looked up at Heero, he was shaking his head with a slightly amused look on his face. He saw my confused expression and laughed again. How many of Duo's Heinekens had he had?!
"What?" I asked a little flustered.
"You of all people." I suddenly remembered all that had gone on. Oh, that's why he was laughing. I sighed and gathered the dishes to wash them. Heero certainly wasn't about to do it, and Wufei well… he had a good excuse, we don't trust Duo with anything that can be fashioned into something sharp and pointy anymore because he tried to slit his own throat with a letter opener a short time ago (and as we had later found, he had been cutting himself). So, I'm the dishes boy. I sighed and filled the sink with warm, soapy, water from the faucet. I hummed softly as I cleaned off the plates and put them in the sink. Humming always makes me feel better. Just as the tension was about to leave for the night, Heero came in and had to bring it all back. He leaned against the counter and stared at me. When I first met him, I was really unnerved by his habit of him fixing his gaze on a person and not letting up, like how an alligator holds its prey in its jaws until death, Heero holds his prey in his eyes.
"Has Wufei… comeback yet? He never finished his Lo mein." I said at last.
"Hn." Heero replied. I was getting tired of him grunting at all of us like that. Did he think we spoke Cro-Magnon or something? I felt a strange heat rise in my chest; my nerves were coiled like a krait, the Indian desert snake. Ready to strike.
"I asked you a question in English, I would appreciate it if you responded with an answer in the same language." I said as I felt my throat tighten. I felt his eyes travel from my spine to the back of my head. Why is he always looking at me like that?!? He gave a little laugh.
"Do you really think I care if Wufei eats or not?" He asked in a low voice. I wanted desperately to turn around and shout at him, but I continued my chore.
"You know he hardly ever eats as it is. Do you want him to die?" I asked hotly as my anger churned in the soapy water. There was a reply of silence. That's it. I had had enough. I spun around. Instead of being several feet away like he was before, he was right in my face. I masked my surprise with an angry look.
"Do you?!?" I shouted in his emotionless face. That is not me talking. The voice didn't even sound like mine. I never get angry. I'm always patient. Heero smiled a little bit.
"I've killed thousands. Do you think I would?" I felt myself get angrier as the silence stretched between us.
"He fought along side you for how long now? He's even saved us a few times, he's our friend. And you have the nerve to say that you don't care?!?" I demanded loudly. Heero just stared.
"Answer me!!" I yelled as loud as I could. I threw the dish I had been clenching in my hand to the tiled floor. It broke into a thousand itty- bitty pieces. Like me. I've been broken so many times, I don't even know who I am anymore. Heero hardly blinked.
"Soldiers don't have any friends." He said flatly.
"The war is over Heero, we don't have to fight! Why don't you stop trying to be the Perfect Soldier and start trying to be the Perfect Human for a change?! People need you! We're falling apart! Don't you understand?! Don't you get it?! Duo almost killed himself a month ago!"
"So?" My hand suddenly curled into a fist and struck him in his cheekbone as hard as it could. It wasn't my fault. It really wasn't. Heero was caught completely off guard, his eyes widened as he wiped the mixture of suds and blood from his mouth. He suddenly lurched fore ward. Our noses were touching. Allah, he was going to kill me! I narrowed my eyes.
//Go right ahead.// I dared silently.
"Do you feel better now?" He demanded.
"Wha-?"
"Do you feel better now that you've vented on someone?" He had been… provoking me? I somehow didn't believe it. He had provoked me into hitting him so he could have an excuse to kill me! Of all the low and dirty-!
I was suddenly aware that he was kissing me. He pulled back.
"You're funny when you're angry, you know that?" He kissed me again. Allah, didn't he watch any dramas? The plot wasn't supposed to go this way… not that I'm complaining mind you. Even though neither of us had any idea what we were doing, it was still nice. He leaned both of us against the sink. I felt the spot between my shoulders that had been tensed for so long slowly relax. Heero felt it too. He pressed my face into his big, soft, sweater.
"You have a good right hook for someone who says they're a pacifist." He said into my hair. I rested my forehead against the crook of his neck.
"Guess I don't know my own strength." I muttered. We started kissing again, this time I think I started it. I could feel my face start to burn. I have dishes to do don't I? And what if some one finds us? What would they say? Half of my brain wondered franticly.
Screw them all! The other half shouted. Okay, maybe not in those exact words, but something along the lines of that. I never did finish the dishes now that I think of it… … …