Hey there! Hey hey! Look! I'm updating! It's a miracle! I think I hold
the record for unfinished fics that I'm actually planning on finishing,
y'know? I think up great plot lines and stuff for them but they just sit
there and don't do anything.
I'm so sorry for the last two short chapters. I don't know how long this one is going to be. It might be short. In fact it probably will be *sweatdrop*. BUT!!! There is lime-age ahead! Much of it! Though not in this chapter me thinks *sweatdrop*. But the chapter -with- the lime-age will be kinda long if not long because there's not one, but TWO pieces of heavy lime! Whee!
Before I stop writing, I'm going to start.
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Untitled - Chapter Three (I think, it's been a while *sweatdrop* Is this even the right fic?)
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Wufei paced his room in agitation. Something was up, and. . . Wait a minute. I was writing this in first person wasn't I?
Let's start over.
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I paced my room in agitation. Something was up, and nobody was bothering to tell me anything about it. Either that or they didn't want me to know. The latter seemed more likely. If the information had been that vital, I would have been informed immediately. There was an. . . awkward air about the whole house and I hadn't seen anyone for several hours. Duo usually came knocking, or rather he came in with or without permission, to 'hang out'. I think it was his way of making sure we stayed friends. Quatre usually stopped by for a friendly hello or a cup of tea, too.
Meditation did nothing to calm me, and my favorite book caused a headache to form, throbbing against my right temple. This had to end now!
I marched straight to my door and pulled it right open, fully prepared to take on the world, and found Heero and Duo, the latter of which had his hand raised as if to knock, standing there blinking at me. My mouth formed a small 'o' shape in surprise.
"Oh! Er, can I help you?"
"Actually, yes." Said Duo, shifting from foot to foot, his posture radiating unease. Heero didn't say anything, and his face remained stony, but his back was too rigid, and his movements too stiff. Clear signs of distress. Duo looked up and down the hallway quickly, before grasping Heero's forearm in one hand, a reflexive gesture in my opinion. "Could we come in?"
I nodded and moved aside to allow them passage. I shut the door behind them and eyed them suspiciously. They were behaving peculiarly. They would shuffle close together, subconsciously I believed, then realize what they were doing and seem to spring apart. This process was repeated several times, combined with shifty eyes trying to covertly examine my room and myself. Frankly I was a little unnerved by this display. This was not the Heero and Duo I was friends with. Or comrades, or something. . .
I wasn't sure what the relationship between the other ex-pilots and myself was. I hadn't bothered to communicate much with them after the war. It was a little strange, considering we lived together. Most social interactions that included myself had to be initiated by the others, and as you can imagine, I was never very close with Heero or Trowa. Every now and then, Quatre managed to spark a full conversation between us on politics or economics or some other such thing. Occasionally I ranted about some simple, but unchangeable aspect of the world, such as the incurable common cold (which, due to its ever-changing nature, and despite our genetically- enhanced bodies, us Gundam pilots always manage to contract) and injustice. I felt a little guilty, mooching off of Quatre as I was, but I justified it by reminding myself that I had indeed tried to leave at one point, and had been stopped at water-gun-point before I could even finish packing my bag. I can still remember his voice yelling at me: We suffered through the war together Wufei, and goddamnit we're gonna stay together!
I had never heard him swear before.
I shifted my attention back to my guests. They were looking at each other, as if conversing without words. Knowing them, they probably had their own secret language. Finally Duo looked back at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well," he started, "Wereyouwatchingus? Earlier, in the kitchen I mean. . . when we were. . . ahem," he coughed, "Quatre said he saw you out the window."
I stared at the floor guiltily, my cheeks flaring with heat. Yes, I had been watching them in their moment of tenderness. I shifted my gaze to the ceiling and cleared my throat. "I-That is-Yes." I quickly looked to the side and forced the blush down.
Heero's face became even more unreadable than it was before as Duo haltingly continued his query.
"Have you. . . um, ever watched us before?"
I sighed. "Yes." I would uphold what little honor I had left by being honest to the couple.
"Well, why?" Duo still had a hint of disbelief in his voice.
I turned my gaze even farther away, if that was even possible. I did not know how they could bear to look at me. "I would rather not talk about it." I didn't want to think about it.
Suddenly I was being pulled by a painful, vice-like grip, and forced to face them. I winced as if at a bright light. "Answer his question." Heero fairly hissed.
And then anger blossomed in me, anger at Heero for trying to control me, and anger at my own shame. I lashed out, and whipped my arm away, nearly dislocating it in the process. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" I backed away a few paces, trying not to nurse my bruising arm, and setting up a defensive stance, fully anticipating a fight.
Heero growled low in his throat and advanced on me, his eyes narrowing in his own anger.
But before blows could come forth, Duo dashed in between us and pulled Heero away.
"Leave him alone, Heero. If he doesn't want to tell, he won't tell." Duo hung on to Heero's arm and began dragging him to the door.
"But I want to know!"
Heero's shout startled me. Such raw emotion from him proved he was sincerely upset.
Duo opened the door and shoved Heero outside. But before he himself left, he turned one final time to me. "Wufei, don't do it again." And then he was gone.
I sagged against the wall and squeezed my eyes shut, suppressing tears that threatened to leak through.
And my door burst open, leaving a panting Quatre hanging off the doorknob. "What was all the noise about?"
I shrugged, keeping my face neutral.
"Heero and Duo were here, weren't they." It was not a question, so I didn't respond.
"Wufei, you didn't-um, well, uh-you didn't watch me 'n' Trowa, too. . . did you?" There was uncertainty in his voice. He was embarrassed at having to ask such a question, and I was embarrassed to cause him to ask it.
I sighed heavily again. "No, Quatre, I didn't."
He sighed in relief. "Alright then. And Wufei? Don't do it in my house." And he left.
I slid down the wall to the floor, wrapped my arms around my legs, and rested my forehead on my knees. I managed to keep my tears of shame at bay.
What on Earth was I going to do?
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Yay! I wrote a longer chapter! I feel so accomplished! Yay! It's not very long. But it's longer than the others! Yay! Aren't y'all proud of me?
I'm so sorry for the last two short chapters. I don't know how long this one is going to be. It might be short. In fact it probably will be *sweatdrop*. BUT!!! There is lime-age ahead! Much of it! Though not in this chapter me thinks *sweatdrop*. But the chapter -with- the lime-age will be kinda long if not long because there's not one, but TWO pieces of heavy lime! Whee!
Before I stop writing, I'm going to start.
~`~
Untitled - Chapter Three (I think, it's been a while *sweatdrop* Is this even the right fic?)
~`~
Wufei paced his room in agitation. Something was up, and. . . Wait a minute. I was writing this in first person wasn't I?
Let's start over.
~`~
I paced my room in agitation. Something was up, and nobody was bothering to tell me anything about it. Either that or they didn't want me to know. The latter seemed more likely. If the information had been that vital, I would have been informed immediately. There was an. . . awkward air about the whole house and I hadn't seen anyone for several hours. Duo usually came knocking, or rather he came in with or without permission, to 'hang out'. I think it was his way of making sure we stayed friends. Quatre usually stopped by for a friendly hello or a cup of tea, too.
Meditation did nothing to calm me, and my favorite book caused a headache to form, throbbing against my right temple. This had to end now!
I marched straight to my door and pulled it right open, fully prepared to take on the world, and found Heero and Duo, the latter of which had his hand raised as if to knock, standing there blinking at me. My mouth formed a small 'o' shape in surprise.
"Oh! Er, can I help you?"
"Actually, yes." Said Duo, shifting from foot to foot, his posture radiating unease. Heero didn't say anything, and his face remained stony, but his back was too rigid, and his movements too stiff. Clear signs of distress. Duo looked up and down the hallway quickly, before grasping Heero's forearm in one hand, a reflexive gesture in my opinion. "Could we come in?"
I nodded and moved aside to allow them passage. I shut the door behind them and eyed them suspiciously. They were behaving peculiarly. They would shuffle close together, subconsciously I believed, then realize what they were doing and seem to spring apart. This process was repeated several times, combined with shifty eyes trying to covertly examine my room and myself. Frankly I was a little unnerved by this display. This was not the Heero and Duo I was friends with. Or comrades, or something. . .
I wasn't sure what the relationship between the other ex-pilots and myself was. I hadn't bothered to communicate much with them after the war. It was a little strange, considering we lived together. Most social interactions that included myself had to be initiated by the others, and as you can imagine, I was never very close with Heero or Trowa. Every now and then, Quatre managed to spark a full conversation between us on politics or economics or some other such thing. Occasionally I ranted about some simple, but unchangeable aspect of the world, such as the incurable common cold (which, due to its ever-changing nature, and despite our genetically- enhanced bodies, us Gundam pilots always manage to contract) and injustice. I felt a little guilty, mooching off of Quatre as I was, but I justified it by reminding myself that I had indeed tried to leave at one point, and had been stopped at water-gun-point before I could even finish packing my bag. I can still remember his voice yelling at me: We suffered through the war together Wufei, and goddamnit we're gonna stay together!
I had never heard him swear before.
I shifted my attention back to my guests. They were looking at each other, as if conversing without words. Knowing them, they probably had their own secret language. Finally Duo looked back at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well," he started, "Wereyouwatchingus? Earlier, in the kitchen I mean. . . when we were. . . ahem," he coughed, "Quatre said he saw you out the window."
I stared at the floor guiltily, my cheeks flaring with heat. Yes, I had been watching them in their moment of tenderness. I shifted my gaze to the ceiling and cleared my throat. "I-That is-Yes." I quickly looked to the side and forced the blush down.
Heero's face became even more unreadable than it was before as Duo haltingly continued his query.
"Have you. . . um, ever watched us before?"
I sighed. "Yes." I would uphold what little honor I had left by being honest to the couple.
"Well, why?" Duo still had a hint of disbelief in his voice.
I turned my gaze even farther away, if that was even possible. I did not know how they could bear to look at me. "I would rather not talk about it." I didn't want to think about it.
Suddenly I was being pulled by a painful, vice-like grip, and forced to face them. I winced as if at a bright light. "Answer his question." Heero fairly hissed.
And then anger blossomed in me, anger at Heero for trying to control me, and anger at my own shame. I lashed out, and whipped my arm away, nearly dislocating it in the process. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" I backed away a few paces, trying not to nurse my bruising arm, and setting up a defensive stance, fully anticipating a fight.
Heero growled low in his throat and advanced on me, his eyes narrowing in his own anger.
But before blows could come forth, Duo dashed in between us and pulled Heero away.
"Leave him alone, Heero. If he doesn't want to tell, he won't tell." Duo hung on to Heero's arm and began dragging him to the door.
"But I want to know!"
Heero's shout startled me. Such raw emotion from him proved he was sincerely upset.
Duo opened the door and shoved Heero outside. But before he himself left, he turned one final time to me. "Wufei, don't do it again." And then he was gone.
I sagged against the wall and squeezed my eyes shut, suppressing tears that threatened to leak through.
And my door burst open, leaving a panting Quatre hanging off the doorknob. "What was all the noise about?"
I shrugged, keeping my face neutral.
"Heero and Duo were here, weren't they." It was not a question, so I didn't respond.
"Wufei, you didn't-um, well, uh-you didn't watch me 'n' Trowa, too. . . did you?" There was uncertainty in his voice. He was embarrassed at having to ask such a question, and I was embarrassed to cause him to ask it.
I sighed heavily again. "No, Quatre, I didn't."
He sighed in relief. "Alright then. And Wufei? Don't do it in my house." And he left.
I slid down the wall to the floor, wrapped my arms around my legs, and rested my forehead on my knees. I managed to keep my tears of shame at bay.
What on Earth was I going to do?
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Yay! I wrote a longer chapter! I feel so accomplished! Yay! It's not very long. But it's longer than the others! Yay! Aren't y'all proud of me?