Ah, it was a peaceful Sunday morning at 05, Nataku Lane. In the backyard,
birds were chirping gaily, squirrels were hopping from tree to tree, and
the sun shone down in perfect rays on the evenly mowed, beautifully cut
green grass. Yes, it was indeed peaceful, thought Wufei as he popped his
Enya CD into his boom box and sat down on his yoga mat. In the background,
one of the nicely chirping birds pooed on Wufei's wonderfully polished car,
but he did not notice, as he was being entranced by the soothing vocals of
the Celtic songs.
"Ah. quiet at last." He murmured to himself, then hummed along quietly with the tune and began stretching.
"Wuuuuuuffleeeeees..." The boy paused mid-stretch and glanced at the boom box. He could've sworn he'd heard his name in the middle of a chant.
"Wuuuuuffleeeeees...!" This time a bit louder. Was this the soul of Enya herself, reaching out from the dead to give the Chinese boy an important message through one of her CD's? Wufei shook his head slowly; this was weirder than the Yanni incident. He started to stretch again.
"Wuffles...!!" The boy eyed the machine suspiciously and switched to the next song, then plopped back down on his mat and began to meditate. Hearing his name over and over again was beginning to creep him out.
"WUFFLES!!" Suddenly, Wufei felt a heavy force land on him, knocking him flat on his face in the dewy, evenly cut grass. "I've been looking for you."
The boy struggled to throw the offending mass off of him, but alas, it was to know avail. "What do you want, Maxwell?" He growled, wet pieces of foliage sticking to his face.
Duo slipped off of his friend and sat down in the grass next to him. "Quatre's been trying to call here for an hour, but no one was answering the phone, so I decided to come over here and give you the message!"
Wufei sat up and began picking soaked greenery off of his face. "Thanks..." he muttered, as he stood. "What was the message, anyway?"
The brunette paused, then grinned. "I forgot! See ya, Wuffles!"
Duo was gone before the Chinese boy could even turn around.
~*~*~*~
Back at the apartment, a certain blonde was scrubbing the already clean kitchen over and over again as he contemplated Heero and Duo's possible relationship. He'd been up the whole night, and by this point, his shirt has been unbuttoned with one side hanging haphazardly off of one shoulder and his pants rolled up to his knees. His hair was mussed and sticking up in random places, and the sponge in his hand was worn down to almost nothing. The kitchen was close to sparkling, however, and the entire home smelled piney fresh.
Quatre released a heavy sigh as he set the used up sponge on the counter and turned to go to bed. Just then, Duo came in through the front door and stopped dead in his tracks as he caught a glimpse at his roommate. "Quatre...? Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned look plastered on his face as he approached the wavering blonde.
"Oh, I was just cleaning." He stated, a dreamy smile appearing. That smile soon went away, though, as Heero quickly exited Duo's bedroom.
The cobalt eyed boy paused in front of his braided friend, and Quatre raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks for last night." He whispered in his ear, before quickly exiting the apartment.
Quatre's eyes widened; his heart first stopped, then began racing. So they WERE seeing each other, turning to one another for comfort in the night and expressing their feelings in a frenzied dance among tangled sheets. They WERE passionately exploring their bodies, groping madly in the dark as gasps and moans of pleasure escaped Duo's sweet parted lips...
The world began spinning underneath Quatre, and he felt himself falling before all went black.
(Okay, so this chapter was kinda short... Really short. But that's okay! And... I also apologize for the completely pointless part at the beginning, but I just had to do it! Honest! And... I also really really apologize for how long it took for the third chapter... Tomorrow I'm gonna write part two of chapter three e.e Or... pretend that I am... *coughs*)
"Ah. quiet at last." He murmured to himself, then hummed along quietly with the tune and began stretching.
"Wuuuuuuffleeeeees..." The boy paused mid-stretch and glanced at the boom box. He could've sworn he'd heard his name in the middle of a chant.
"Wuuuuuffleeeeees...!" This time a bit louder. Was this the soul of Enya herself, reaching out from the dead to give the Chinese boy an important message through one of her CD's? Wufei shook his head slowly; this was weirder than the Yanni incident. He started to stretch again.
"Wuffles...!!" The boy eyed the machine suspiciously and switched to the next song, then plopped back down on his mat and began to meditate. Hearing his name over and over again was beginning to creep him out.
"WUFFLES!!" Suddenly, Wufei felt a heavy force land on him, knocking him flat on his face in the dewy, evenly cut grass. "I've been looking for you."
The boy struggled to throw the offending mass off of him, but alas, it was to know avail. "What do you want, Maxwell?" He growled, wet pieces of foliage sticking to his face.
Duo slipped off of his friend and sat down in the grass next to him. "Quatre's been trying to call here for an hour, but no one was answering the phone, so I decided to come over here and give you the message!"
Wufei sat up and began picking soaked greenery off of his face. "Thanks..." he muttered, as he stood. "What was the message, anyway?"
The brunette paused, then grinned. "I forgot! See ya, Wuffles!"
Duo was gone before the Chinese boy could even turn around.
~*~*~*~
Back at the apartment, a certain blonde was scrubbing the already clean kitchen over and over again as he contemplated Heero and Duo's possible relationship. He'd been up the whole night, and by this point, his shirt has been unbuttoned with one side hanging haphazardly off of one shoulder and his pants rolled up to his knees. His hair was mussed and sticking up in random places, and the sponge in his hand was worn down to almost nothing. The kitchen was close to sparkling, however, and the entire home smelled piney fresh.
Quatre released a heavy sigh as he set the used up sponge on the counter and turned to go to bed. Just then, Duo came in through the front door and stopped dead in his tracks as he caught a glimpse at his roommate. "Quatre...? Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned look plastered on his face as he approached the wavering blonde.
"Oh, I was just cleaning." He stated, a dreamy smile appearing. That smile soon went away, though, as Heero quickly exited Duo's bedroom.
The cobalt eyed boy paused in front of his braided friend, and Quatre raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks for last night." He whispered in his ear, before quickly exiting the apartment.
Quatre's eyes widened; his heart first stopped, then began racing. So they WERE seeing each other, turning to one another for comfort in the night and expressing their feelings in a frenzied dance among tangled sheets. They WERE passionately exploring their bodies, groping madly in the dark as gasps and moans of pleasure escaped Duo's sweet parted lips...
The world began spinning underneath Quatre, and he felt himself falling before all went black.
(Okay, so this chapter was kinda short... Really short. But that's okay! And... I also apologize for the completely pointless part at the beginning, but I just had to do it! Honest! And... I also really really apologize for how long it took for the third chapter... Tomorrow I'm gonna write part two of chapter three e.e Or... pretend that I am... *coughs*)