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disclaimer: blah blah blah… I don't own gundam wing, okay?!?!? Geez, stop pestering me…[mutter] stupid authorities…
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They were all still in Wufei's bedroom, having fun with the Chinese pilot. Wufei, at the moment, was trying to grab on to Trowa's bang, but every time he got close, [well, as close as he could get by still sitting on Duo's lap] the Latin pilot pulled back and then leaned forward to do the whole thing over again. Wufei pouted adorably every time he couldn't get a hold of that bang. This time when he reached for it, Trowa ducked his head and started tickling the smaller pilot with his hair. Wufei squirmed happily and threw himself back into Trowa's lap, to return the favor.
Meanwhile, Duo was looking worriedly at the doorway where his lover had disappeared. It wasn't like him to be upset by something. For a while, he contemplated on whether going after him or not. After deciding to go, he moved off from the bed and turned towards the door, when he felt a small tug on his braid. Turning back around, he saw large onyx eye peering up at him. In Wufei's hands, was his braid. The Chinese pilot tugged on the braid again, questions in his eyes. Duo smiled. So cute. Leaning down, he freed his braid from Wufei's hands.
"I just have to go somewhere, little one. I'll be back." He brushed Wufei's nose with the end of his braid, causing the small pilot to sneeze. The other pilots chuckled softly. Dropping a kiss on Wufei's head, he turned and headed towards the door. "Stay with Quatre and Trowa, 'fei."
Stepping out of the room, he pondered over where his lover might be. Pivoting to his right, he walked down the hallway, past the stairs to the room at the end of the corridor. Their room. Duo and Heero's room. Pushing open the door, he peered in, finding Heero standing by the window. Breathing a sigh of relief, he walked over to behind Heero, slipping his arms around the slim waist.
"Hey love," He breathed next to Heero's ear, causing the Japanese pilot to shiver. Leaning his chin on the muscular shoulder, Duo looked outside the window at the spectacular view of the gardens. OR, more likely, he should say fields. The Winner estate was vast covering miles. Heero had chosen this room because he had once said that the view made him ponder about things. Maybe today was one such day.
"What's wrong? You seem uptight." Duo frowned and moved in front of Heero, trying to tilt up his face to meet those wonderfully cobalt eyes, but Heero just turned his face away. The braided pilot sighed in frustration. Sitting down on the windowsill [imagine one of those long cushion-y thingies] and scooting back until he leaned against the wall, he held out his arms towards Heero, an open invitation. "Come here." He said, reaching out his right arm to pull at the stoic pilot.
Heero let himself be pulled forward and stayed passive as Duo brought him to rest between his legs. His head lay on Duo's left shoulder and his back was pressed against that solid chest, whereas Duo's arms were wrapped tight across his own chest. Duo squirmed until he found a comfortable position, right knee bent upwards and the other outstretched. Heero's own arms wrapped around the raised knee.
"There now. All comfy." Duo murmured softly into his ear. Heero simply sighed and snuggled deeper into Duo's arms. This was what made everything worthwhile. Being with duo. It was all that mattered.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong, hm?" Long fingers ran through his dark mane several times, leaving him purring with pleasure.
"It's just…" Heero faltered not knowing where to start. "…I don't know where to start." He muttered, embarrassed.
"The beginning would be nice." Duo murmured softly, as his hands came to rub over Heero's tense arms.
"Why…why exactly can't Wufei remember?" He asked hesitantly.
The hands stopped. "What do you mean? He remembers us." Heero shook his head, the dark hairs tickling Duo's throat.
"No…I mean…he's changed. He remembers us but not really? I don't know." Heero sighed exasperated. The hands started rubbing again as Duo pondered.
"Well, I think that he's afraid. Afraid to trust, maybe?" He replied. "He remembers us, I suppose, to the extent where he knows who we are and what we do. But most importantly he looks at us as his friends, and that's the only thing that important right now."
Heero once again shook his head. "No…he looks at you as his friends. You, Trowa, Quatre. Not me. I'm not his friend."
One hand reached and turned Heero's face. "Love, what are you talking about? Where is this coming from?" Duo searched Heero's face, concerned.
"I've always been his enemy, Duo." Then he stopped thinking about his choice of words. "Maybe not enemy. More like his rival." Leaning back against his lover, he continued. "We were always trying to out do each other. In…in everything. It was always a competition, to see who would fare better, given the same circumstances."
"But you've changed since the war, Heero." Duo desperately tried to reassure his lover. "Things have changed since the war. You and Wufei can be friends."
"No, no duo, we can't." Heero stated bitterly. "Did you see the way he reacted to me? He…he didn't reach out for me. Not like he did to Quatre. Can you honestly say that Wufei and Me have the same relationship as Wufei and Quatre?" he asked dejectedly.
"Love, I'm not trying to say it's the same. But…give it time. Wufei has only got back from that prison today. And he's going to be with us for a long time now. Things will change. It'll be okay."
Heero buried his face into Duo's neck, silently seeking comfort. Duo in turn wrapped his arms around the now insecure pilot, offering any and all the comfort he could give. They stayed there for long moments until they heard Quatre call.
"Duo!"
The American pilot got up quickly and opened the door. A blur of energy ran past him and ducked behind him. Duo turned around surprised and found Wufei hiding behind him, with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"There you are!" Quatre exclaimed smiling, as he found Wufei behind Duo. "This little brat has been making us chase him around the house." He informed Duo.
"Is that true, now?" Duo asked Wufei, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Wufei pouted charmingly. "Well, we'll have to do something about that now, don't we?" Wufei eeped and ran out the door, Duo and Quatre hot on his heels.
Left behind, Heero watched them disappear as guilt gnawed him from the inside. "Oh lord, what have I done?"
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disclaimer: blah blah blah… I don't own gundam wing, okay?!?!? Geez, stop pestering me…[mutter] stupid authorities…
ON WITH DA STORY!
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They were all still in Wufei's bedroom, having fun with the Chinese pilot. Wufei, at the moment, was trying to grab on to Trowa's bang, but every time he got close, [well, as close as he could get by still sitting on Duo's lap] the Latin pilot pulled back and then leaned forward to do the whole thing over again. Wufei pouted adorably every time he couldn't get a hold of that bang. This time when he reached for it, Trowa ducked his head and started tickling the smaller pilot with his hair. Wufei squirmed happily and threw himself back into Trowa's lap, to return the favor.
Meanwhile, Duo was looking worriedly at the doorway where his lover had disappeared. It wasn't like him to be upset by something. For a while, he contemplated on whether going after him or not. After deciding to go, he moved off from the bed and turned towards the door, when he felt a small tug on his braid. Turning back around, he saw large onyx eye peering up at him. In Wufei's hands, was his braid. The Chinese pilot tugged on the braid again, questions in his eyes. Duo smiled. So cute. Leaning down, he freed his braid from Wufei's hands.
"I just have to go somewhere, little one. I'll be back." He brushed Wufei's nose with the end of his braid, causing the small pilot to sneeze. The other pilots chuckled softly. Dropping a kiss on Wufei's head, he turned and headed towards the door. "Stay with Quatre and Trowa, 'fei."
Stepping out of the room, he pondered over where his lover might be. Pivoting to his right, he walked down the hallway, past the stairs to the room at the end of the corridor. Their room. Duo and Heero's room. Pushing open the door, he peered in, finding Heero standing by the window. Breathing a sigh of relief, he walked over to behind Heero, slipping his arms around the slim waist.
"Hey love," He breathed next to Heero's ear, causing the Japanese pilot to shiver. Leaning his chin on the muscular shoulder, Duo looked outside the window at the spectacular view of the gardens. OR, more likely, he should say fields. The Winner estate was vast covering miles. Heero had chosen this room because he had once said that the view made him ponder about things. Maybe today was one such day.
"What's wrong? You seem uptight." Duo frowned and moved in front of Heero, trying to tilt up his face to meet those wonderfully cobalt eyes, but Heero just turned his face away. The braided pilot sighed in frustration. Sitting down on the windowsill [imagine one of those long cushion-y thingies] and scooting back until he leaned against the wall, he held out his arms towards Heero, an open invitation. "Come here." He said, reaching out his right arm to pull at the stoic pilot.
Heero let himself be pulled forward and stayed passive as Duo brought him to rest between his legs. His head lay on Duo's left shoulder and his back was pressed against that solid chest, whereas Duo's arms were wrapped tight across his own chest. Duo squirmed until he found a comfortable position, right knee bent upwards and the other outstretched. Heero's own arms wrapped around the raised knee.
"There now. All comfy." Duo murmured softly into his ear. Heero simply sighed and snuggled deeper into Duo's arms. This was what made everything worthwhile. Being with duo. It was all that mattered.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong, hm?" Long fingers ran through his dark mane several times, leaving him purring with pleasure.
"It's just…" Heero faltered not knowing where to start. "…I don't know where to start." He muttered, embarrassed.
"The beginning would be nice." Duo murmured softly, as his hands came to rub over Heero's tense arms.
"Why…why exactly can't Wufei remember?" He asked hesitantly.
The hands stopped. "What do you mean? He remembers us." Heero shook his head, the dark hairs tickling Duo's throat.
"No…I mean…he's changed. He remembers us but not really? I don't know." Heero sighed exasperated. The hands started rubbing again as Duo pondered.
"Well, I think that he's afraid. Afraid to trust, maybe?" He replied. "He remembers us, I suppose, to the extent where he knows who we are and what we do. But most importantly he looks at us as his friends, and that's the only thing that important right now."
Heero once again shook his head. "No…he looks at you as his friends. You, Trowa, Quatre. Not me. I'm not his friend."
One hand reached and turned Heero's face. "Love, what are you talking about? Where is this coming from?" Duo searched Heero's face, concerned.
"I've always been his enemy, Duo." Then he stopped thinking about his choice of words. "Maybe not enemy. More like his rival." Leaning back against his lover, he continued. "We were always trying to out do each other. In…in everything. It was always a competition, to see who would fare better, given the same circumstances."
"But you've changed since the war, Heero." Duo desperately tried to reassure his lover. "Things have changed since the war. You and Wufei can be friends."
"No, no duo, we can't." Heero stated bitterly. "Did you see the way he reacted to me? He…he didn't reach out for me. Not like he did to Quatre. Can you honestly say that Wufei and Me have the same relationship as Wufei and Quatre?" he asked dejectedly.
"Love, I'm not trying to say it's the same. But…give it time. Wufei has only got back from that prison today. And he's going to be with us for a long time now. Things will change. It'll be okay."
Heero buried his face into Duo's neck, silently seeking comfort. Duo in turn wrapped his arms around the now insecure pilot, offering any and all the comfort he could give. They stayed there for long moments until they heard Quatre call.
"Duo!"
The American pilot got up quickly and opened the door. A blur of energy ran past him and ducked behind him. Duo turned around surprised and found Wufei hiding behind him, with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"There you are!" Quatre exclaimed smiling, as he found Wufei behind Duo. "This little brat has been making us chase him around the house." He informed Duo.
"Is that true, now?" Duo asked Wufei, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Wufei pouted charmingly. "Well, we'll have to do something about that now, don't we?" Wufei eeped and ran out the door, Duo and Quatre hot on his heels.
Left behind, Heero watched them disappear as guilt gnawed him from the inside. "Oh lord, what have I done?"
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