Give and take
warning: really weird. pov. language.
disclaimer: nope. they don't (belong to me). sad, isn't it?
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He woke up two hour after i had done concealing our machines. I suspected he had suffered concussion so Wufei had to stay to take care of him and the safehouse. Wufei informed me of his conciousness once i entered the safehouse.
"Fook" was his first word to me.
"Hm?" i asked.
"Fuck you!" he shot back.
"Duo!" Wufei shouted.
A short pause.
"Food." Duo said, "I said food. You know? Stuff to be eaten?"
"Oh. I will go to get them." I told him and promptly left.
I hesitated after shutting the door and was about to head back when i heard Wufei's voice.
"Duo, don't confuse him anymore."
"What did i do?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
"Fine. I won't."
"Mean what you say, or i shall stop feeding you your glass of water."
Another pause.
"Fine! I swear it on my cheap life, i won't! Happy now? Can i continue with my drinking?"
Confusing me? That was the only thing he did to me since i met him. He was an enigma to me. Something i may not ever understand even if i used my whole lifetime. And i hated it. I was supposed to be on neutral stand about everything. Wasn't i? Then, why can i stop hating this feeling he gave me?
I walked downstair to the kitchen in silent footsteps and took out supplies we brought to the safehouse before the mission. Dried food. Canned Soups. Ration bars. I divided them according to daily usage and divided today's share into three portions.
"You should stop doing that all the time." Wufei's voice called out from the entrance of the kitchen.
"Stop what?"
"That 'taking everything *that* literally' habit of yours."
"Why?"
His eyebrows were slightly knotted and then back to normal. He sighed.
"Forget what i have said, since, however that system of yours up there works, is useful in war. I just came to take Duo's and my share up to the room."
"How do i stop?"
His left brows was slightly raised and he smiled in, what i believed to be, amusement.
"That you have to discover it yourself. It will be good for you, in the long run."
How long could i run? The war held no promises. Not good ones, at least. Wufei took their share of food up the stairs with a tray. I glared at the back of his head until he disappeared in sight.
Wufei, too, confuses me sometimes. But we came to an understanding after a few missions we were assigned to, together. We cooperated, had the same rythmn when it came to missions. We developed a gradual, mutual trust. His attacks and tactics were planned, logical and subtle. Mine was reasoned and based on instincts. Our missions together were of success, most of the times. That, was not hard to comprehend, after all, his reasoning and methods were clear and straightforward. Likewise, mine were precise and to the point. However, Duo's was...
Unpredictable.
There was never a time i was not caught by surprise by him. Even though i tried to supress my slip, it felt as though he could right through what i tried so hard to hide. It was unsettling. And i hate it.
Would anyone laugh at me if they knew i was frightened of a boy of my age but could fight without fear, facing a large group of moblie suits?
I had tried getting rid of the fear. But each time he caught me unguarded, the more i fear. Fear that he will expose the self i was not able to face. Fear that he would rip off that mask of mine. Fear that he knew that i was weak inside.
So i tried getting rid of him. I tried staying away from him.
Till i saw his weak side. Till i saw how his facade fell off. How frighteningly similar we were on the inside yet so different on the outside. Perhaps the burdens we carried through the war were not the same.
Give the option to do away with the war, would we still have our masks on?
Perhaps we would both turn out to be the same. Or entirely opposites.
Take any chance, i would survive the war to find that out.
Staring at the door of the room they were in upstairs, i had an impulse to scream at the both of them to swear they would survive the damn war as well.
But i decided against it. Returning to my laptop, i buried myself in work.
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a/n: Well, well. One down, one more to go!
Hmm...Duo's a little mean... Poor Hee-chan. Fret not! Wuffie to the rescue! (All three sweatdropped, freaked out as well.)
Oh god...i think i am a little high on lack of caffeine(wonders how that happens...)
warning: really weird. pov. language.
disclaimer: nope. they don't (belong to me). sad, isn't it?
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He woke up two hour after i had done concealing our machines. I suspected he had suffered concussion so Wufei had to stay to take care of him and the safehouse. Wufei informed me of his conciousness once i entered the safehouse.
"Fook" was his first word to me.
"Hm?" i asked.
"Fuck you!" he shot back.
"Duo!" Wufei shouted.
A short pause.
"Food." Duo said, "I said food. You know? Stuff to be eaten?"
"Oh. I will go to get them." I told him and promptly left.
I hesitated after shutting the door and was about to head back when i heard Wufei's voice.
"Duo, don't confuse him anymore."
"What did i do?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
"Fine. I won't."
"Mean what you say, or i shall stop feeding you your glass of water."
Another pause.
"Fine! I swear it on my cheap life, i won't! Happy now? Can i continue with my drinking?"
Confusing me? That was the only thing he did to me since i met him. He was an enigma to me. Something i may not ever understand even if i used my whole lifetime. And i hated it. I was supposed to be on neutral stand about everything. Wasn't i? Then, why can i stop hating this feeling he gave me?
I walked downstair to the kitchen in silent footsteps and took out supplies we brought to the safehouse before the mission. Dried food. Canned Soups. Ration bars. I divided them according to daily usage and divided today's share into three portions.
"You should stop doing that all the time." Wufei's voice called out from the entrance of the kitchen.
"Stop what?"
"That 'taking everything *that* literally' habit of yours."
"Why?"
His eyebrows were slightly knotted and then back to normal. He sighed.
"Forget what i have said, since, however that system of yours up there works, is useful in war. I just came to take Duo's and my share up to the room."
"How do i stop?"
His left brows was slightly raised and he smiled in, what i believed to be, amusement.
"That you have to discover it yourself. It will be good for you, in the long run."
How long could i run? The war held no promises. Not good ones, at least. Wufei took their share of food up the stairs with a tray. I glared at the back of his head until he disappeared in sight.
Wufei, too, confuses me sometimes. But we came to an understanding after a few missions we were assigned to, together. We cooperated, had the same rythmn when it came to missions. We developed a gradual, mutual trust. His attacks and tactics were planned, logical and subtle. Mine was reasoned and based on instincts. Our missions together were of success, most of the times. That, was not hard to comprehend, after all, his reasoning and methods were clear and straightforward. Likewise, mine were precise and to the point. However, Duo's was...
Unpredictable.
There was never a time i was not caught by surprise by him. Even though i tried to supress my slip, it felt as though he could right through what i tried so hard to hide. It was unsettling. And i hate it.
Would anyone laugh at me if they knew i was frightened of a boy of my age but could fight without fear, facing a large group of moblie suits?
I had tried getting rid of the fear. But each time he caught me unguarded, the more i fear. Fear that he will expose the self i was not able to face. Fear that he would rip off that mask of mine. Fear that he knew that i was weak inside.
So i tried getting rid of him. I tried staying away from him.
Till i saw his weak side. Till i saw how his facade fell off. How frighteningly similar we were on the inside yet so different on the outside. Perhaps the burdens we carried through the war were not the same.
Give the option to do away with the war, would we still have our masks on?
Perhaps we would both turn out to be the same. Or entirely opposites.
Take any chance, i would survive the war to find that out.
Staring at the door of the room they were in upstairs, i had an impulse to scream at the both of them to swear they would survive the damn war as well.
But i decided against it. Returning to my laptop, i buried myself in work.
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a/n: Well, well. One down, one more to go!
Hmm...Duo's a little mean... Poor Hee-chan. Fret not! Wuffie to the rescue! (All three sweatdropped, freaked out as well.)
Oh god...i think i am a little high on lack of caffeine(wonders how that happens...)