After waking for what seemed like the third time, Wufei gave up and pulled himself up out of bed. The little sleep he had gotten wasn't very restful, and he was still worried. He pulled his hair back into a messy ponytail. From there he wasn't really sure what else to do.

He sat at his desk, a blank sheet of paper before him. He grabbed a pen he began to write, trying to decide how to apologize with out exposing his feelings. But apologies were never something Chang Wufei was good at.

An hour later he sighed, looking at the small heap of crumpled paper in the trashcan and then at the fresh sheet before him. He rested his head in his hands, dismayed. "Why is everything so hard now? God, why didn't I just continue life as a scholar like I had planned? Then I never would have met Duo, and none of this would have happened, and I wouldn't be so confused..." Wufei mumbled, raking a hand through his disheveled, pulled back hair. This slight motion pulled the tie loose and he cursed, searching for it on the floor. He found it and pulled his hair back in place, taking time to do it neatly. "Can't even pull my hair back properly..." he said, self- loathing evident in his hushed tones.

Another sigh and back to work, and he finally produced something he was willing to leave for Duo, even though he wasn't at all proud of it. Certainly not his best or most eloquent words. A piece of tape and he crept out and put it on Duo's door, then back to bed. He pulled the tie loose again and lay down, finally drifting to a dreamless sleep. At least, he wouldn't remember any dreams, and he had no more starts in the night.

Duo woke slowly, reluctantly sitting up with a yawn. He stretched briefly then stood and began to change. "Hmmm, I think I'll go make so pancakes, god I'm hungry," he groaned, rubbing his eyes yet. As usual, he left his room and shut the door behind him without a glance, but the flutter of paper in the air drew his attention.

He turned around and saw a note taped to the door. He snatched it off and read it quickly.

Duo-

Sorry for what I said last night. I don't care if you want to talk; I was just in a foul mood. Please don't be mad.

'Wuffy'

Duo scowled and crumpled up the note and nearly threw it at Wufei's door. Then he blinked, and brought it back to his room, uncrumpling it. He grabbed a pen a scribbled a reply of sorts and then left it by Wufei's door.

He then went downstairs and began pulling out mixes and milk and such to make pancakes.

Wufei awoke to find his nose twitching. He quickly recognized the scent- pancakes. Duo was the only one who made them. If Duo was up before him then just what time was it? He glanced at a clock and swore. He'd slept in till 11:00. ((A/N 11:00 is early for me on weekends, but I figured for Wuffy it'd be a big deal !! - ))

He jumped out of bed and changed, running out of the room holding the ever- present hair tie. He never noticed a slightly crumpled wad of paper by his door. He did notice that Duo's door lacked paper and he hoped Duo had accepted his apology. After all, Duo knew that his pancakes were Wufei's favorite, maybe that was why he made them. He went downstairs more calmly, if still a little rushed, and was presentable once he reached the ground floor.

When he entered the kitchen, the lack of Duo's normal flamboyant greeting said all that was necessary. Wufei sighed. "Good morning, Duo," he said, dejection clear in his face and voice. Duo just nodded at Wufei.

Finished cooking, Duo heaped all the pancakes on a large plate, and then pulled some off onto his own. As Wufei was about to ask if he could have some, Duo began filling another plate. He shoved it roughly into Wufei's arms, handing him a fork and a small bottle of syrup haphazardly. Wufei felt Duo's hands on his shoulders, roughly turning him around and shoving him into the other room. The door slammed shut behind him.