Gomen ne minna-san!!! *bows repeatedly* I know I am running a
bit behind with this chapter, but I'll be damned, DVG had a
writer's block. *melodramatic gasp* It took me forever to get
through the Duo scene, but it's finished now, and like I
promised, it's longer than normal, so you can all read and
enjoy! ^_^;;
Also, the next chapter might remain in the third person POV
instead of reverting back to Duo's POV like I have been, because
I want to get into what Trowa and Quatre think about the
situation. ^_^ I believe there might also be a pissed off Trowa
call to Heero...*shrug* I dunno, we'll know when I get to
writing it. *sweatdrop*
Reviews! ^_^
Goddess Of Death: I know exactly how you feel. *sigh* I'm always
getting weird looks because I'll go off at random and start
babbling on about Duo and Gundam Wing or Kamui and X and
everyone would be like 'What the hell are you talking about?'
Poor, deprived masses. *shakes head disbelievingly*
Nelia: Hey my Nelia-chan! *huggle* I posted the first chapter to
'Blood Lust' at your group! ^_^ *ahem* But yes, I have the nasty
habit of not being able to wait. I'm so horribly impatient, it
drives everyone nuts. I can never sit still, I'm always doing
something to keep me occupied if I have to wait. ^_^;; And of
course Wufei means what he says, Duo was just going through the
darker side of manic depression in which you doubt everyone and
everything, even yourself, it's not pretty. Anywho! Now that the
moment of seriousness is out of the way...*sweatdrop* Sorry for
taking so long to update, I was having a bit of a writer's
block. *sigh* But here's the new chapter!
P-chan: Awww, don't feel bad about being a 'weepy freak', I get
that too. It's funny, cause I only get all upset over anime, I
can watch anything else and not be affected by it, but show me
an angsty anime scene and I'll start getting teary-eyed.
*sweatdrop* I'm trying to get my greedy otaku hands on X Five,
since I'm left hanging at the part where Fuma killed
Kotori...*sniffle* All I need is thirty bucks...and I'm broke.
-_-; *ahem* Anywho, I'm glad you're liking this insane musing of
mine, and I apologize for taking so long to update!! ^_^;;
Kinishi: Awww, well I'm glad you thought the chapter was good.
^_^;; But yes, I know if I had to go to a psych ward, I would be
tripping out over being jumped by someone. O.o;;; But of course,
the G-boys couldn't exactly have been considered -sane- during
the wars, ne? So a place like a mental institution wouldn't
affect them much probably...*shrug* And yes, Duo's doubt is sad,
but it's part of the manic depression, when they begin to doubt
like that, it's not exactly their actual thought, it's the
paranoia taking over and twisting their actual thoughts into
suspicion and doubt. Not fun, lemme tell you, especially to
write. *sigh* But yes, no voices to bother him. ^_^ And I do
believe Heero will return from Relena's conference early, I
might have a pissed off Quatre and Trowa leave him a message on
his vidphone. *grin* Anywho, here's the next chapter! ^_^
Smiley-person: Yes! Long Live Gundam Wing! ^__^ Never seen
Gravitation, so I wouldn't know about that, so I'll take your
word on it. *wink* Glad you like the story so far! ^_^
Shella: ^_^;; Yes, Duo's quite the angsty little thing in this
fic. 3+4 hints? Is that the Ultimate 3x4 Evidence site? I have
that one saved on my favorites, I had to watch the whole GW
series to see all the stuff after reading that site...one of the
reasons it took so long to update. *guilty look* ^_^;;; So you
think I did okay on all that Duo self-torture? I like writing
the Duo POV for that exact reason, I like the feeling of writing
a character's monologue because it comes a lot easier like
you're following a thought pattern without having to worry about
outside details, it flows a lot better to me. Duo's plea for
sincerity was the hardest part of that chapter to write, after
all the self-depreciation and doubt, that part was just painful.
The smart-ass comment was just a random side effect of all the
mind-boggling angsty-ness. *sweatdrop* Now you see how I got
Chapter 3 to 'Sweet Revenge' out so quickly. ^_^;;; I had let
out some humor to balance out the angsty-ness! Anywho! Onwards
with the next chapter, eh?
Dark Ice: Aren't you glad you stuck with all the crazy-ness?
^_^;; I'm glad you're liking this insane musing of mine after
the creepy-ness subsided. *grin* And no, Wufei is -not- going to
chicken out, how can this be a 2x5x2 fic if he does? ^_^
Besides, Wufei is a man of his word, and he promised. *nod* But
yes, X is certainly not a little kids' series. ^_^ Especially in
the fourth, when Fuma kills Kotori, I swear, he was like
THISCLOSE to kissing Kamui like ten times! I got the shivers
when he licked the blood off his neck...*shiver* I'm dying to
get my hands on X Five, I've -got- to see what happens! ^_^;;;
Now that reviews are out of the way...On with the show! ^_^;;
***
Quatre and Trowa were sitting out on the stone steps of the
entrance in quiet conversation when Wufei finally emerged from
the building, his expression troubled and meditative.
"Ready to go Wufei?" Quatre asked gently, carefully masking his
concern at the feelings emanating from the Asian. Now was not
the time to be questioning the ex-pilot, he could wait until he
had rested and cleared the confusion from his thoughts.
"I guess so," Wufei glanced up at the institution and sighed
heavily, joining the couple as they went down the stairs to the
parking lot where their rental cars were. He couldn't remember
ever being to thoroughly tired in his whole life, not even in
the ceaseless battling during the wars. He was ready to just
burrow himself underneath the covers and sleep for a week, but
he couldn't do that, as much as he wanted to rest, his desire to
return and be with Duo was greater.
Wufei followed Quatre and Trowa in his car to the hotel without
argument, his body mechanically walking through the corridors
and taking no notice to his surroundings as mind remained fogged
in weariness and thought. The events of the day replayed
themselves; the psychiatrist, the padded room, the restraints,
Duo, the explanations, his call to Sally, the pained look on
Duo's face before he left...
They had caused all this. They had let one of their closest
friends and comrades down in the worst way possible ways by not
being there because they had been so absorbed in what -they- had
wanted when he had clearly needed them so much after the wars.
Personal honor and pride have nothing to do with this type of
blatant disregard; it is a harsh reality that they had betrayed
their friendship in their self-serving ignorance.
Wufei gave the couple a distracted 'Goodnight' as he slouched
off to his room in the two bedroom suite, absently tossing his
belongs to the floor as he pulled off his black shirt and khakis
and put on his blue tank top over his boxers. He didn't even
bother with turning down the sheets as he dropped onto the bed,
falling almost instantly to sleep.
***
The next morning, it took a moment for Wufei to readjust to his
unfamiliar surroundings. Someone had come in after he had fallen
asleep and put him under the covers and had tidied the mess he
had left just inside the doorway. Undoubtedly Quatre. His
rumpled uniform had been neatly folded and set on top of the
dresser next to his overnight bag and his jacket and katana were
on the chair beside his bed.
He glanced blearily over at the clock as he rolled out from
underneath the twisted sheets and was shocked to see it was past
nine, he never slept in past six-thirty or seven normally. Wufei
got up hastily, grabbing his white pants from his bag and
straightened out his ponytail before coming out into the main
room were the blonde Arabian and Trowa were already sitting.
"How could you let me sleep in so late?" Wufei demanded, rubbing
his face roughly to get rid of the lingering drowsiness.
"You were tired, we didn't want to bother you," Trowa replied,
shrugging slightly.
"Besides, the clinic doesn't open to visitors until ten," Quatre
added mildly, sipping his tea. "So sit and have some breakfast
before it gets cold."
He paused midstep, taken aback; he had practically read his mind
about leaving. Wufei sat in the armchair next to them and poured
himself a cup of coffee, not quite in the mood to be eating so
soon after waking up as he nursed the steaming caffeinated
liquid in silence.
Quatre looked at him appraisingly while his heavy obsidian gaze
remained focused broodingly mug in his hands, not taking note of
the sharp scrutiny. He still appeared a bit worn out despite the
extra time they had let him sleep, though it wasn't nearly as
bad as it had been last night when he barely knew where he was
or who he was with. That had worried Quatre, the fact that he
had let himself become so emotionally drained in the course of a
matter of hours. Yes, they were all guilty of allowing something
this serious to happen to Duo without their knowledge, but if
Wufei continued on the way he was, he was going to end up having
a breakdown of his own before long from the sheer stress.
He sighed inaudibly, leaning further into Trowa's one-armed
embrace as he turned his eyes up to him; no words were needed
for his quiet lover to understand what he was thinking.
***
Despite his silent, pondering mood during breakfast, Wufei had
them all out of the door and to the institution right at ten.
'Quite the obstinate one' seemed almost an understatement to him
when Doctor Woods found the three waiting patiently, or rather
the couple waiting patiently while the Chinese Preventer paced
restlessly, outside his office much to his evident amusement.
"Good morning," he smiled. "I suppose no news is good news,
Mister Maxwell remained quiet all last night and even slept a
nice portion of it. I was with him about an hour ago and he was
very eager to see you, we had a lovely conversation about
whether or not the 'crazy Maganacs' had followed Mister Winner
here from L4 to keep an eye on him."
Quatre blushed slightly. "No, Rasid and the others are helping
my sisters with the corporation while I'm gone."
"That didn't keep Auda and Abdul from trying to sneak on board
before we left," Trowa added with a small smirk.
"Twenty-eight sisters can only watch so many of the forty
Maganacs at once, they were bound to find out that we were
leaving by ourselves eventually," he dismissed lightly. "You
know how they are Trowa, we can never keep a secret from them."
"You have twenty-eight sisters?" Wufei asked incredulously.
"Well, it would be twenty-nine to tell you the truth, but..."
Quatre's bright smile faltered and he didn't finish his comment.
Doctor Woods surveyed him with interest; there was obviously a
momentous story behind the 'but' and a great deal of bottled up
grief hidden beneath his sprightly exterior. The Asian was
clearly as much in the dark about it as he was by the quizzical
frown on his face, but Trowa had a commiserating expression in
place of his smirk and he wrapped his arms tighter around the
small blonde in comfort.
"So are we all allowed to see Duo at once, or do we have to go
in separately?" Quatre inquired, his cheerfulness set firmly
back in place as he pointedly changed the subject.
"I think it would be safe for the three of you to go in all at
once," the psychiatrist answered, still looking interested in
his previous discussion.
This got a derisive snort from Wufei. "'It would be safe'. Of
course it's safe, he would probably more rather it be us instead
of you and your keepers."
"Ah, and the sarcasm returns," Doctor Woods said amusedly. "We
are not really as bad as you seem to think, Mister Chang."
"I'm sure you're not," he replied dryly, narrowing his eyes.
"Forgive me if I don't believe that."
"Come on Wufei, we don't want to leave Duo waiting any more, now
do we?" Quatre asked persuasively, coaxing him out of starting
an argument with the psychiatrist.
Wufei snorted again, but allowed himself to be towed off down
the corridor away from the office by the two before pulling back
and walking on his own accord. "Doctors think they know
everything, don't they? Someone should bring down their egos
before their heads get too big," he asserted darkly.
"Your provoking doesn't help any," Trowa remarked mildly.
"I really don't care. Let me have a few minutes with him, I will
show him the appropriate way of treating his patients and
visitors."
"You will not," Quatre opposed firmly. "The last thing we need
right now is to cause trouble when Doctor Woods has been nothing
but kind to us."
They came upon Duo's room and found it unmanned by the usual
guards, undoubtedly a prior action done by the psychiatrist to
give them privacy.
"Quatre! Trowa! WUFEI!" At the Asian's name, Duo pushed himself
up off the bed ecstatically and practically tackled Wufei into
the cushioned wall as he threw his arms around him, a broad grin
plastered across his lean features. The excursion, though short
as it had been, had seemed to drain what little energy he had
had built up in his excitement, and Wufei had to quickly get a
hold of his small waist before he sagged to the floor.
"Allah, you're so thin Duo," Quatre said worriedly, following
Wufei as he set him down onto the bed again. "When was the last
time you ate?"
"Uh...I don't know?" Duo replied meekly, his frown going puzzled
as he tried to piece together the past week. "I've been here for
maybe three days...and...I can't really remember how long I was
out of it at my house before they came and got me..."
The blonde looked appalled. "We're going to fix that, Trowa and
I will go get something and bring it back."
"They're going to stop us."
"Let them try! We'll let Wufei can take care of them."
"I thought the last thing we needed was to cause trouble?" Wufei
asked wryly from his seat next to Duo.
"Then I retract that statement," he answered stiffly. Trowa
shook his head amusedly as Quatre hauled him out of the room,
leaving the two alone.
"Doctor Quack is gonna have to watch himself while Q-man's in
his Mother Hen mode," Duo chuckled, laying back onto his pillow
with a soft sigh.
"Yes, I believe he'll get a rather nasty shock if he runs into
Quatre on their way out," Wufei smirked slightly and turned
around, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed so that he
faced the former Deathscythe pilot.
Duo started toying with a strand hair, suddenly seeming anxious
as he sat up and mirrored his cross-legged position, refusing to
meet to his onyx gaze. Wufei was sharply reminded of the way he
had seen him the night before when he came in the room to say
goodbye, he had looked like a little kid who knew he was about
to get in trouble for something he had done.
"Fei..." He began nervously, fidgeting as his dark violet eyes
flickered up briefly then returned to his twisting fingers.
"...why are you being so nice to me?"
"What do you mean?" Wufei asked, perplexed.
"Well...every time I do something stupid and get caught like
this, you usually get pissed off at me and all..."
Wufei frowned as he winced as if he were going to be hit. "Duo,
this is not your fault, so don't think for a minute that it is.
I would never get angry with you about this, if anything I
should be angry with myself for letting it happen, which I am.
I'm angry with -myself-, we let you down by not keeping in
contact with you and allowing something this serious to happen
to one our closest friends." He unfolded his legs and moved over
so he was kneeling beside the long-haired teen, gently releasing
the twisted hair from his grasp and brushing it over his
shoulder. "I mean it, you aren't at fault here, we are. If I'm
'pissed off' with anyone, it is myself and the others, not you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," Wufei smiled reassuringly, a strange feeling
flaring up in his chest as Duo's doleful face broke into a
genuine grin.
***
Lovely thing to end the chapter with, eh? *grin*
Click! Review! Flame! Whichever suits...and (shameless plug) I
might suggest to alleviate the angst, go check out the other fic
I have in progress, 'Sweet Revenge'.
Who wouldn't pass up a chance to see Wufei in drag? *grin*
bit behind with this chapter, but I'll be damned, DVG had a
writer's block. *melodramatic gasp* It took me forever to get
through the Duo scene, but it's finished now, and like I
promised, it's longer than normal, so you can all read and
enjoy! ^_^;;
Also, the next chapter might remain in the third person POV
instead of reverting back to Duo's POV like I have been, because
I want to get into what Trowa and Quatre think about the
situation. ^_^ I believe there might also be a pissed off Trowa
call to Heero...*shrug* I dunno, we'll know when I get to
writing it. *sweatdrop*
Reviews! ^_^
Goddess Of Death: I know exactly how you feel. *sigh* I'm always
getting weird looks because I'll go off at random and start
babbling on about Duo and Gundam Wing or Kamui and X and
everyone would be like 'What the hell are you talking about?'
Poor, deprived masses. *shakes head disbelievingly*
Nelia: Hey my Nelia-chan! *huggle* I posted the first chapter to
'Blood Lust' at your group! ^_^ *ahem* But yes, I have the nasty
habit of not being able to wait. I'm so horribly impatient, it
drives everyone nuts. I can never sit still, I'm always doing
something to keep me occupied if I have to wait. ^_^;; And of
course Wufei means what he says, Duo was just going through the
darker side of manic depression in which you doubt everyone and
everything, even yourself, it's not pretty. Anywho! Now that the
moment of seriousness is out of the way...*sweatdrop* Sorry for
taking so long to update, I was having a bit of a writer's
block. *sigh* But here's the new chapter!
P-chan: Awww, don't feel bad about being a 'weepy freak', I get
that too. It's funny, cause I only get all upset over anime, I
can watch anything else and not be affected by it, but show me
an angsty anime scene and I'll start getting teary-eyed.
*sweatdrop* I'm trying to get my greedy otaku hands on X Five,
since I'm left hanging at the part where Fuma killed
Kotori...*sniffle* All I need is thirty bucks...and I'm broke.
-_-; *ahem* Anywho, I'm glad you're liking this insane musing of
mine, and I apologize for taking so long to update!! ^_^;;
Kinishi: Awww, well I'm glad you thought the chapter was good.
^_^;; But yes, I know if I had to go to a psych ward, I would be
tripping out over being jumped by someone. O.o;;; But of course,
the G-boys couldn't exactly have been considered -sane- during
the wars, ne? So a place like a mental institution wouldn't
affect them much probably...*shrug* And yes, Duo's doubt is sad,
but it's part of the manic depression, when they begin to doubt
like that, it's not exactly their actual thought, it's the
paranoia taking over and twisting their actual thoughts into
suspicion and doubt. Not fun, lemme tell you, especially to
write. *sigh* But yes, no voices to bother him. ^_^ And I do
believe Heero will return from Relena's conference early, I
might have a pissed off Quatre and Trowa leave him a message on
his vidphone. *grin* Anywho, here's the next chapter! ^_^
Smiley-person: Yes! Long Live Gundam Wing! ^__^ Never seen
Gravitation, so I wouldn't know about that, so I'll take your
word on it. *wink* Glad you like the story so far! ^_^
Shella: ^_^;; Yes, Duo's quite the angsty little thing in this
fic. 3+4 hints? Is that the Ultimate 3x4 Evidence site? I have
that one saved on my favorites, I had to watch the whole GW
series to see all the stuff after reading that site...one of the
reasons it took so long to update. *guilty look* ^_^;;; So you
think I did okay on all that Duo self-torture? I like writing
the Duo POV for that exact reason, I like the feeling of writing
a character's monologue because it comes a lot easier like
you're following a thought pattern without having to worry about
outside details, it flows a lot better to me. Duo's plea for
sincerity was the hardest part of that chapter to write, after
all the self-depreciation and doubt, that part was just painful.
The smart-ass comment was just a random side effect of all the
mind-boggling angsty-ness. *sweatdrop* Now you see how I got
Chapter 3 to 'Sweet Revenge' out so quickly. ^_^;;; I had let
out some humor to balance out the angsty-ness! Anywho! Onwards
with the next chapter, eh?
Dark Ice: Aren't you glad you stuck with all the crazy-ness?
^_^;; I'm glad you're liking this insane musing of mine after
the creepy-ness subsided. *grin* And no, Wufei is -not- going to
chicken out, how can this be a 2x5x2 fic if he does? ^_^
Besides, Wufei is a man of his word, and he promised. *nod* But
yes, X is certainly not a little kids' series. ^_^ Especially in
the fourth, when Fuma kills Kotori, I swear, he was like
THISCLOSE to kissing Kamui like ten times! I got the shivers
when he licked the blood off his neck...*shiver* I'm dying to
get my hands on X Five, I've -got- to see what happens! ^_^;;;
Now that reviews are out of the way...On with the show! ^_^;;
***
Quatre and Trowa were sitting out on the stone steps of the
entrance in quiet conversation when Wufei finally emerged from
the building, his expression troubled and meditative.
"Ready to go Wufei?" Quatre asked gently, carefully masking his
concern at the feelings emanating from the Asian. Now was not
the time to be questioning the ex-pilot, he could wait until he
had rested and cleared the confusion from his thoughts.
"I guess so," Wufei glanced up at the institution and sighed
heavily, joining the couple as they went down the stairs to the
parking lot where their rental cars were. He couldn't remember
ever being to thoroughly tired in his whole life, not even in
the ceaseless battling during the wars. He was ready to just
burrow himself underneath the covers and sleep for a week, but
he couldn't do that, as much as he wanted to rest, his desire to
return and be with Duo was greater.
Wufei followed Quatre and Trowa in his car to the hotel without
argument, his body mechanically walking through the corridors
and taking no notice to his surroundings as mind remained fogged
in weariness and thought. The events of the day replayed
themselves; the psychiatrist, the padded room, the restraints,
Duo, the explanations, his call to Sally, the pained look on
Duo's face before he left...
They had caused all this. They had let one of their closest
friends and comrades down in the worst way possible ways by not
being there because they had been so absorbed in what -they- had
wanted when he had clearly needed them so much after the wars.
Personal honor and pride have nothing to do with this type of
blatant disregard; it is a harsh reality that they had betrayed
their friendship in their self-serving ignorance.
Wufei gave the couple a distracted 'Goodnight' as he slouched
off to his room in the two bedroom suite, absently tossing his
belongs to the floor as he pulled off his black shirt and khakis
and put on his blue tank top over his boxers. He didn't even
bother with turning down the sheets as he dropped onto the bed,
falling almost instantly to sleep.
***
The next morning, it took a moment for Wufei to readjust to his
unfamiliar surroundings. Someone had come in after he had fallen
asleep and put him under the covers and had tidied the mess he
had left just inside the doorway. Undoubtedly Quatre. His
rumpled uniform had been neatly folded and set on top of the
dresser next to his overnight bag and his jacket and katana were
on the chair beside his bed.
He glanced blearily over at the clock as he rolled out from
underneath the twisted sheets and was shocked to see it was past
nine, he never slept in past six-thirty or seven normally. Wufei
got up hastily, grabbing his white pants from his bag and
straightened out his ponytail before coming out into the main
room were the blonde Arabian and Trowa were already sitting.
"How could you let me sleep in so late?" Wufei demanded, rubbing
his face roughly to get rid of the lingering drowsiness.
"You were tired, we didn't want to bother you," Trowa replied,
shrugging slightly.
"Besides, the clinic doesn't open to visitors until ten," Quatre
added mildly, sipping his tea. "So sit and have some breakfast
before it gets cold."
He paused midstep, taken aback; he had practically read his mind
about leaving. Wufei sat in the armchair next to them and poured
himself a cup of coffee, not quite in the mood to be eating so
soon after waking up as he nursed the steaming caffeinated
liquid in silence.
Quatre looked at him appraisingly while his heavy obsidian gaze
remained focused broodingly mug in his hands, not taking note of
the sharp scrutiny. He still appeared a bit worn out despite the
extra time they had let him sleep, though it wasn't nearly as
bad as it had been last night when he barely knew where he was
or who he was with. That had worried Quatre, the fact that he
had let himself become so emotionally drained in the course of a
matter of hours. Yes, they were all guilty of allowing something
this serious to happen to Duo without their knowledge, but if
Wufei continued on the way he was, he was going to end up having
a breakdown of his own before long from the sheer stress.
He sighed inaudibly, leaning further into Trowa's one-armed
embrace as he turned his eyes up to him; no words were needed
for his quiet lover to understand what he was thinking.
***
Despite his silent, pondering mood during breakfast, Wufei had
them all out of the door and to the institution right at ten.
'Quite the obstinate one' seemed almost an understatement to him
when Doctor Woods found the three waiting patiently, or rather
the couple waiting patiently while the Chinese Preventer paced
restlessly, outside his office much to his evident amusement.
"Good morning," he smiled. "I suppose no news is good news,
Mister Maxwell remained quiet all last night and even slept a
nice portion of it. I was with him about an hour ago and he was
very eager to see you, we had a lovely conversation about
whether or not the 'crazy Maganacs' had followed Mister Winner
here from L4 to keep an eye on him."
Quatre blushed slightly. "No, Rasid and the others are helping
my sisters with the corporation while I'm gone."
"That didn't keep Auda and Abdul from trying to sneak on board
before we left," Trowa added with a small smirk.
"Twenty-eight sisters can only watch so many of the forty
Maganacs at once, they were bound to find out that we were
leaving by ourselves eventually," he dismissed lightly. "You
know how they are Trowa, we can never keep a secret from them."
"You have twenty-eight sisters?" Wufei asked incredulously.
"Well, it would be twenty-nine to tell you the truth, but..."
Quatre's bright smile faltered and he didn't finish his comment.
Doctor Woods surveyed him with interest; there was obviously a
momentous story behind the 'but' and a great deal of bottled up
grief hidden beneath his sprightly exterior. The Asian was
clearly as much in the dark about it as he was by the quizzical
frown on his face, but Trowa had a commiserating expression in
place of his smirk and he wrapped his arms tighter around the
small blonde in comfort.
"So are we all allowed to see Duo at once, or do we have to go
in separately?" Quatre inquired, his cheerfulness set firmly
back in place as he pointedly changed the subject.
"I think it would be safe for the three of you to go in all at
once," the psychiatrist answered, still looking interested in
his previous discussion.
This got a derisive snort from Wufei. "'It would be safe'. Of
course it's safe, he would probably more rather it be us instead
of you and your keepers."
"Ah, and the sarcasm returns," Doctor Woods said amusedly. "We
are not really as bad as you seem to think, Mister Chang."
"I'm sure you're not," he replied dryly, narrowing his eyes.
"Forgive me if I don't believe that."
"Come on Wufei, we don't want to leave Duo waiting any more, now
do we?" Quatre asked persuasively, coaxing him out of starting
an argument with the psychiatrist.
Wufei snorted again, but allowed himself to be towed off down
the corridor away from the office by the two before pulling back
and walking on his own accord. "Doctors think they know
everything, don't they? Someone should bring down their egos
before their heads get too big," he asserted darkly.
"Your provoking doesn't help any," Trowa remarked mildly.
"I really don't care. Let me have a few minutes with him, I will
show him the appropriate way of treating his patients and
visitors."
"You will not," Quatre opposed firmly. "The last thing we need
right now is to cause trouble when Doctor Woods has been nothing
but kind to us."
They came upon Duo's room and found it unmanned by the usual
guards, undoubtedly a prior action done by the psychiatrist to
give them privacy.
"Quatre! Trowa! WUFEI!" At the Asian's name, Duo pushed himself
up off the bed ecstatically and practically tackled Wufei into
the cushioned wall as he threw his arms around him, a broad grin
plastered across his lean features. The excursion, though short
as it had been, had seemed to drain what little energy he had
had built up in his excitement, and Wufei had to quickly get a
hold of his small waist before he sagged to the floor.
"Allah, you're so thin Duo," Quatre said worriedly, following
Wufei as he set him down onto the bed again. "When was the last
time you ate?"
"Uh...I don't know?" Duo replied meekly, his frown going puzzled
as he tried to piece together the past week. "I've been here for
maybe three days...and...I can't really remember how long I was
out of it at my house before they came and got me..."
The blonde looked appalled. "We're going to fix that, Trowa and
I will go get something and bring it back."
"They're going to stop us."
"Let them try! We'll let Wufei can take care of them."
"I thought the last thing we needed was to cause trouble?" Wufei
asked wryly from his seat next to Duo.
"Then I retract that statement," he answered stiffly. Trowa
shook his head amusedly as Quatre hauled him out of the room,
leaving the two alone.
"Doctor Quack is gonna have to watch himself while Q-man's in
his Mother Hen mode," Duo chuckled, laying back onto his pillow
with a soft sigh.
"Yes, I believe he'll get a rather nasty shock if he runs into
Quatre on their way out," Wufei smirked slightly and turned
around, sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed so that he
faced the former Deathscythe pilot.
Duo started toying with a strand hair, suddenly seeming anxious
as he sat up and mirrored his cross-legged position, refusing to
meet to his onyx gaze. Wufei was sharply reminded of the way he
had seen him the night before when he came in the room to say
goodbye, he had looked like a little kid who knew he was about
to get in trouble for something he had done.
"Fei..." He began nervously, fidgeting as his dark violet eyes
flickered up briefly then returned to his twisting fingers.
"...why are you being so nice to me?"
"What do you mean?" Wufei asked, perplexed.
"Well...every time I do something stupid and get caught like
this, you usually get pissed off at me and all..."
Wufei frowned as he winced as if he were going to be hit. "Duo,
this is not your fault, so don't think for a minute that it is.
I would never get angry with you about this, if anything I
should be angry with myself for letting it happen, which I am.
I'm angry with -myself-, we let you down by not keeping in
contact with you and allowing something this serious to happen
to one our closest friends." He unfolded his legs and moved over
so he was kneeling beside the long-haired teen, gently releasing
the twisted hair from his grasp and brushing it over his
shoulder. "I mean it, you aren't at fault here, we are. If I'm
'pissed off' with anyone, it is myself and the others, not you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really," Wufei smiled reassuringly, a strange feeling
flaring up in his chest as Duo's doleful face broke into a
genuine grin.
***
Lovely thing to end the chapter with, eh? *grin*
Click! Review! Flame! Whichever suits...and (shameless plug) I
might suggest to alleviate the angst, go check out the other fic
I have in progress, 'Sweet Revenge'.
Who wouldn't pass up a chance to see Wufei in drag? *grin*