Title: Gundam Diaries: Part 2 ~ Wufei
Author: Makoto Sagara
Pairings: 2+1, 3x4, 5+2
Warnings: Language, violence, angst, confuzzlement
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, I only wish I did. It belongs to Sunrise, Bandai, and a bunch of other companies. I don't own the words to the Dave Matthews Band songs used in this part. They belong to Dave Matthews. But I sure wish I could write like him. I got ABSOLUTELY no money for writing this. No one is nice enough to do that (*big smile*)
Symbol explanation: ~ blah ~ Song lyrics
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March 28th, AC 195…. 20:00:00
Ok, today got too hard to bear. I think that annoying American takes pleasure in torturing me, even if it is a subconscious pleasure. I want to know why he persists in doing these things to me.
Breakfast started the torture. Trowa cooked Duo's favorite food, strawberry pancakes. I must admit that I have grown to like them, mainly because when Trowa cooks, everything is good. Duo walked in the kitchen still in his pajamas, or should I say his boxers and an overly large t-shirt. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and sat down, gracefully somehow, in a chair.
It doesn't matter where we are staying; Duo always seems to sit in the chair that is closest to the refrigerator at breakfast.
This time we were staying at one of Winner's smaller mansions. I call it a mansion, but I'm afraid that Quatre would call it a small house. This house was big enough to hold two families very comfortably, at least on L5. It had five bedrooms, a study, a huge kitchen, dining room to fit 12 people, music room, gym, a swimming pool, a huge T.V. room, a parlor, 4 bathrooms, and an underground hanger large enough to hold all five of our Gundams.
The time spent eating was comfortable enough. I noticed that Maxwell was staring at Yuy, but that has not surprised anyone. It has just somehow made me feeling very unkindly towards Yuy, for he shows no signs of reciprocating Duo's affection. Duo chattered away with Winner about some movie that they had watched the night before. Trowa sat quietly, eating and watching the blond Arab. Yuy was eating silently, with a harsh look on his face. I just sat and watched the whole scene, amused at the spirit in Maxwell and Winner over pure dribble.
Then, I noticed some syrup on Duo's lips. I made a signal with my napkin that I had noticed it. "Thanks, 'Fei." He replied, and then stuck out an exquisite pink tongue to lick it off. The sight of that went straight to my groin.
I decided that right then I was finished. I excused myself and went upstairs to change. I had to do something with myself. I would not let my hormones control my actions. I changed quickly into my pants and a blue tank top, and headed outside to release all the sexual tension I was feeling at that moment.
As I passed through the house, I heard Quatre in the music room with his violin. Sounds of a trampoline could be heard as I passed the gym, so that meant that Trowa was in there. Tapping was heard from the study. Yuy. Then I saw a long chestnut braid hanging over the edge of the couch of the open T.V. room.
I considered going in there to sit and see what Maxwell was watching on the blaring television, but all the blood rushed back to my groin at that time. I could not risk being less than honorable, so I walked swiftly outside to the big back yard, pass the pool.
I had been at my Tai chi exercises for maybe an hour and a half, when I heard splashing from the pool. I looked. Long brown braid, glisteningly wet lithe body, pale peach skin, and long sculpted arms stared straight back at me. Shimatta, it was the one person I had hoped it wouldn't be. I then threw myself into my stances, but I turned it up a notch.
I vaguely heard the splashing stop, and a feeling that I was being watched occurred at the same time. I just knew what was awaiting me if I turned around. Wet hair clinging to a beautiful round face, amethyst eyes staring at me mischievously, all belonging to the one person I was trying to avoid. Ah, Nataku, give me strength.
When the staring went on for longer than I would like to admit, I spun around and barked at him. "MAXWELL! Stop staring at me!"
He snapped out of what seemed to be a daydream, and swam over to the other side of the pool. He then climbed out. The water cascaded down his back and his skimpy swimming trunks. He sashayed his way to the sliding glass door of the house. I was just about to sigh in relief, when he turned around and waved at me.
I felt a slight heat come to my face. I couldn't possibly be blushing, could I? No, I don't blush. I have more self-control than that. Warriors don't blush.
Nataku, I was glad when he finally left. I returned to my practicing, harder than before. I refuse to let my infatuation with the braided American disturb my thoughts. I was supposed to be keeping a clear mind when I do my Tai chi, but he was just too damn present at that moment.
After an hour or more, I returned inside. I walked slowly through the house, wishing that I would, and wouldn't get a glimpse of Duo. Part of me was relieved that he was nowhere to be found.
A shower was in order, and then maintenance on Shenlong. I headed to the hangar. Loud music was coming from Deathscythe Hell. Duo must be playing in there. I avoided passing his Gundam, and walked over to Shenlong. 'Nataku, give me strength. I need it more than ever.' I silently prayed to Merian's spirit.
I climbed up into the cockpit, and sat down. Duo really had his music up loud. I needed to have something of my own to block out his. I searched in a bag that I had stashed inside for emergencies. I opened it and inside was a CD that I had never seen. Duo must have put it in here.
There was a bow and a note attached to it. I opened the note, curious about what the boy had to say to me. "Wu-man! You need to lighten up a bit. Here I got ya this. I had to scour a few places to find it, but I think you'll appreciate it. Just listen to it. Especially number five. – Duo."
I removed the bow, and looked at the name on the case. "Dave Matthews Band – Under the Table and Dreaming." What an interesting name. I turned the CD over, and looked at the track list. Some of the names of the songs where laughable at best, but the one that Duo had recommended was called "Typical Situation." That piqued my curiosity a bit more. I decided to listen to it. I placed it in Nakatu's disk drive and turned up the volume of the interior speakers so I could hear it.
~ Ten fingers we have each
Nine planets around the sun repeat
Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be
Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea
* It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
Six senses feeling
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from this corner
Two's a perfect number
But one, well
* Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away *
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
We can't do a thing about it
Too many choices ~
I was amazed by the use of the different instruments. The mixture should not have worked. I heard a guitar, a saxophone, a fiddle, drums, and an electric guitar. Somehow the players in this group managed to blend perfectly. The lead singer had a raspy voice, like someone who had been smoking for years. It was a very nice, mellow song.
I sat in Nataku and listened to the rest of the CD. Some of the songs were just as good as the first one, but some were just beyond my comprehension. Nataku's screen told me that there were 34 tracks on the disk, but there seemed to be quite a few that it just skipped over. I was puzzled. Then I read the name of the last song. #34, so it was some sort of a joke.
I sat back and let the CD repeat a few times, when I distinctly heard Duo's music cut off. I turned mine off as well, and looked out of the cockpit. There was a black blur that sped out of the hangar, and Yuy was coming out of Deathscythe Hell.
What the hell did he do to Duo? I have never see the American run that far that fast. I decided that I wanted to know.
I walked over to the Japanese boy. "Yuy, what is wrong with Maxwell?"
He glared at me. "He kissed me."
I could not have heard him correctly. "Nani? So why did he run?"
"I hit him. Chang, dinner is finished. Excuse me."
"You what? You struck him?" I felt a surge of anger take control of me for a second. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and punched him right in the face. I then calmly stepped back. I looked at the brown haired boy, and he just glared at me.
"Wakatta."
"What do you understand?" I spat at him, the last of my anger getting the better of me.
"I understand your feelings."
"You understand nothing." I turned my back on him, and walked into the house for dinner, only to walk past the dining room and into my room.
I'm glad that someone here understands my feelings. Because I don't. I don't do inner turmoil, but I have become very confused in the last hour of my life. And so I sit here, typing this in, trying to understand myself.
Nataku, give me some guidance.
~ Chang Wufei