Its Monday!! Which means me posting another chappie! I seem to have lost my flow with writing this story, so I would really appreciate it if you guys had suggestions with what I can do to improve! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Don't you authorities ever get tired of pestering?? Geez, I don't own them, okay?!?!?!
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They eventually ended up taking Wufei to the hospital the next day, due to…er…some…mishaps. The doctor had ordered the Chinese pilot to take it easy, had given him crutches and put a cast on his leg and a sling on his arm. He had also wrapped Wufei's broken ribs and had prescribed strong painkillers. Duo and Trowa had thanked the doctor when the elderly man stopped Duo, while nodding at Trowa to take Wufei away. Quatre hadn't couldn't leave his office and Heero was simply too uncomfortable to be there.
"What is it, doc?" Duo asked, once he was seated in one of those stiff hospital chairs. The doctor seemed…anxious, maybe, to him, pacing back and forth across the hospital room.
"Mr. Maxwell…" He began when Duo interrupted him.
"Just Duo, please. You're making me feel like someone grandfather." Duo added chuckling lightly.
"Duo…the injuries on Wufei will heal…at least the physical ones, but emotionally, it's going to take a while."
Duo frowned. "I think we all know that, Doc." He waited for the doctor to continue.
"I would suggest…that you take Mr.Chang to a…psychiatrist. I've known it to help-" the doctor cut off as soon as Duo stood up from his chair, knocking it back to the floor.
"No."
"Duo, please-"
"NO!" Duo stood angrily, glaring at the doctor. "Wufei has all the help he needs from us. He is having a hard enough time opening up to us. I won't have you send him to someone he doesn't even know and have them talk to him about something that they have no idea of!" Duo's voice rose up that he was nearly screaming by the time he finished.
"And what makes you think that you would have any idea what he has gone through?" The doctor countered annoyed.
"I would." Duo replied icily. "Because I've gone through it." With that he had strode out of the room and out the hospital, to the car that Quatre had provided for them.
Heero knew about Duo's childhood, because Duo didn't want any secrets between them. So did Trowa, because he had had a similar experience during his childhood. Duo suspected that Quatre knew about Trowa's experience because…well, duh, they were lovers. But he knew that Heero and Quatre would never fully understand what it felt like to have someone break you, and tear you into shreds and attempt to go on living a normal life.
Having first hand experience, helped Duo and Trowa help WUFEI to get over the incident. Slowly, but Wufei was starting to get better. He still didn't speak but he was starting to become more open towards them, and did not run and hide at every sudden noise. He even started to be friendly with Heero, which rather surprised the Japanese pilot.
Six months later found Wufei completely healed of his physical injuries. He was able to walk now, with confidence and helped out around the house as much as he could. Though he was still reluctant to get out of the house. He preferred staying indoors, leaving the mansion occasionally only for a walk in the gardens and that too with Duo or Trowa only.
On one such walk, Trowa and Wufei had passed by a small-secluded area, enclosed with willow trees. One passing glance had caught Heero doing…some vigorous exercise. Wufei tugged on one fully clothed arm of Trowa and pointed in the direction of the trees.
Trowa looked down at Wufei and to where he was pointing. He smiled softly at the inquisitive expression on the small pilot's face. "You want to go see what Heero is doing?" A nod. "All right then. Come along." With that he led the Chinese pilot into the area, weaving his way through the willow trees, stopping once they had a clear view of what Heero was doing.
"He is practicing your katas." Trowa said softly. Wufei looked at him surprised and wondering whether Trowa had meant what he said. The Latin pilot nodded, confirming his suspicions. "Yes, your katas. He picked them up by watching you." Wufei frowned, trying to dig up one such memory.
"You…don't remember?" Trowa asked softly, almost…regretfully. Wufei chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. He did remember a little. Bits and pieces. What Heero was doing seemed familiar to him. He stepped forward and looked at Trowa for permission. The other nodded.
"Go ahead, little one." Trowa prompted him into going and approaching Heero.
The Japanese pilot was well aware of his audience but paid it no heed, until Wufei came forward. He stopped and turned towards the Chinese pilot who seemed hesitant. They stood 5 feet apart. A long silence stretched between them.
"Yes, Wufei?" Heero finally spoke. Those onyx eyes stared at him and Wufei made a gesture with his hand, indicating what he was doing recently. Then he pointed and himself and cocked his head, asking.
"Yes, they are your katas. Do you remember…?" A shrug. "Would you like…to do it…with me?" A hesitation and then a nod. "Okay then. Come over here." Heero gestured beside him. Wufei walked forward uncertainly. "If I do it slow enough, do you think you might be able to follow me?" a nod. "Okay then, lets get started."
With that Heero gently moved through the forms, keeping the pace slow. Wufei had trouble following at first but once he understood what Heero was doing, it got easier. And more familiar. He closed his eyes, letting Heero's voice wash over him, guiding him. He started to interpret the pattern and started doing the moves himself without realizing it. He sped up unconsciously, his movements becoming more graceful, more fluid, instead of the stiff movements he had begun with. He lost track of Heero's voice, letting his instincts take over and dictated the moves himself and for a while he forgot everything. What had happened, where he was, WHO he was. He was at peace.
And it ended all too soon. When he finished and opened his eyes, panting, he saw Heero agape and Trowa shocked. He blinked and turned his eyes downward, feeling very self-conscious. He tucked a stray hair behind his ear and flushed. He felt uncomfortable with all this staring.
"You remember?" Heero asked finally. Wufei nodded and graced him with a smile that would melt a heart of ice. It was so heartbreakingly beautiful to see. Behind them, Trowa cleared his throat.
"It's getting dark. We should go back inside." The emerald-eyed pilot suggested. Heero nodded and followed Trowa as he led Wufei back.
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Once in the house, Trowa gently prodded Wufei to go take a shower and then sleep, assuring him that Quatre would be there soon. A look of pure relief washed over Wufei's face and after giving Trowa a hug, he headed upstairs to rest, Heero following him to do the same. Even though it had been over six months since the incident, Wufei still had nightmares what would send the bravest man on earth into hiding. Therefore he couldn't sleep alone. With the comfort of one of his friends being there, he was usually able to keep away the nightmares.
Walking into the kitchen, Trowa spotted Quatre cooking dinner. Walking up behind him quietly, he covered the blond's eyes with his hands, while whispering softly into his ear. "Guess who?"
Quatre was startled, but recovered quickly enough once he heard the voice. Leaning back familiarly, he played along. "Hm, who could it be? I wonder."
"The love of your life?"
"That would be about right." Quatre replied chuckling softly. He turned and wrapped his arms around the taller pilot's neck and greeted him with a sweet kiss. "Hey there." He murmured huskily.
"Hey yourself." Trowa whispered back. "I have good news."
"Really? About Wufei?" Quatre asked, turning back to the stove.
"Mm hm." Trowa stepped forward and wrapped his arms around that slim waist, resting his chin on the Arabian's shoulder. And then he proceeded to tell his lover about how Wufei had remembered his katas and looked so much at peace.
"Wow." Quatre murmured once Trowa finished. "Amazing." He wiped his hands on a towel and untied his white apron, which said "Kiss the cook." Something that Duo had gotten him for last Christmas.
Turning to Trowa, he said awed. "He really is getting better, isn't he?"
Trowa pulled the little Arabian into his arms and pressed a kiss to the blond head. "Yes he is, love." He murmured, resting his cheek against those soft curls. "He really his."
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Yah a little cheesy I know, but I can't resist 3x4! They are so cute together!
Well in the next couple of chapters will be on Wufei's assailant, Heero's secret and 5x?….yes, he is going to be paired with someone! Whee! But only if I get reviews [points to the review button]
Disclaimer: Don't you authorities ever get tired of pestering?? Geez, I don't own them, okay?!?!?!
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They eventually ended up taking Wufei to the hospital the next day, due to…er…some…mishaps. The doctor had ordered the Chinese pilot to take it easy, had given him crutches and put a cast on his leg and a sling on his arm. He had also wrapped Wufei's broken ribs and had prescribed strong painkillers. Duo and Trowa had thanked the doctor when the elderly man stopped Duo, while nodding at Trowa to take Wufei away. Quatre hadn't couldn't leave his office and Heero was simply too uncomfortable to be there.
"What is it, doc?" Duo asked, once he was seated in one of those stiff hospital chairs. The doctor seemed…anxious, maybe, to him, pacing back and forth across the hospital room.
"Mr. Maxwell…" He began when Duo interrupted him.
"Just Duo, please. You're making me feel like someone grandfather." Duo added chuckling lightly.
"Duo…the injuries on Wufei will heal…at least the physical ones, but emotionally, it's going to take a while."
Duo frowned. "I think we all know that, Doc." He waited for the doctor to continue.
"I would suggest…that you take Mr.Chang to a…psychiatrist. I've known it to help-" the doctor cut off as soon as Duo stood up from his chair, knocking it back to the floor.
"No."
"Duo, please-"
"NO!" Duo stood angrily, glaring at the doctor. "Wufei has all the help he needs from us. He is having a hard enough time opening up to us. I won't have you send him to someone he doesn't even know and have them talk to him about something that they have no idea of!" Duo's voice rose up that he was nearly screaming by the time he finished.
"And what makes you think that you would have any idea what he has gone through?" The doctor countered annoyed.
"I would." Duo replied icily. "Because I've gone through it." With that he had strode out of the room and out the hospital, to the car that Quatre had provided for them.
Heero knew about Duo's childhood, because Duo didn't want any secrets between them. So did Trowa, because he had had a similar experience during his childhood. Duo suspected that Quatre knew about Trowa's experience because…well, duh, they were lovers. But he knew that Heero and Quatre would never fully understand what it felt like to have someone break you, and tear you into shreds and attempt to go on living a normal life.
Having first hand experience, helped Duo and Trowa help WUFEI to get over the incident. Slowly, but Wufei was starting to get better. He still didn't speak but he was starting to become more open towards them, and did not run and hide at every sudden noise. He even started to be friendly with Heero, which rather surprised the Japanese pilot.
Six months later found Wufei completely healed of his physical injuries. He was able to walk now, with confidence and helped out around the house as much as he could. Though he was still reluctant to get out of the house. He preferred staying indoors, leaving the mansion occasionally only for a walk in the gardens and that too with Duo or Trowa only.
On one such walk, Trowa and Wufei had passed by a small-secluded area, enclosed with willow trees. One passing glance had caught Heero doing…some vigorous exercise. Wufei tugged on one fully clothed arm of Trowa and pointed in the direction of the trees.
Trowa looked down at Wufei and to where he was pointing. He smiled softly at the inquisitive expression on the small pilot's face. "You want to go see what Heero is doing?" A nod. "All right then. Come along." With that he led the Chinese pilot into the area, weaving his way through the willow trees, stopping once they had a clear view of what Heero was doing.
"He is practicing your katas." Trowa said softly. Wufei looked at him surprised and wondering whether Trowa had meant what he said. The Latin pilot nodded, confirming his suspicions. "Yes, your katas. He picked them up by watching you." Wufei frowned, trying to dig up one such memory.
"You…don't remember?" Trowa asked softly, almost…regretfully. Wufei chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. He did remember a little. Bits and pieces. What Heero was doing seemed familiar to him. He stepped forward and looked at Trowa for permission. The other nodded.
"Go ahead, little one." Trowa prompted him into going and approaching Heero.
The Japanese pilot was well aware of his audience but paid it no heed, until Wufei came forward. He stopped and turned towards the Chinese pilot who seemed hesitant. They stood 5 feet apart. A long silence stretched between them.
"Yes, Wufei?" Heero finally spoke. Those onyx eyes stared at him and Wufei made a gesture with his hand, indicating what he was doing recently. Then he pointed and himself and cocked his head, asking.
"Yes, they are your katas. Do you remember…?" A shrug. "Would you like…to do it…with me?" A hesitation and then a nod. "Okay then. Come over here." Heero gestured beside him. Wufei walked forward uncertainly. "If I do it slow enough, do you think you might be able to follow me?" a nod. "Okay then, lets get started."
With that Heero gently moved through the forms, keeping the pace slow. Wufei had trouble following at first but once he understood what Heero was doing, it got easier. And more familiar. He closed his eyes, letting Heero's voice wash over him, guiding him. He started to interpret the pattern and started doing the moves himself without realizing it. He sped up unconsciously, his movements becoming more graceful, more fluid, instead of the stiff movements he had begun with. He lost track of Heero's voice, letting his instincts take over and dictated the moves himself and for a while he forgot everything. What had happened, where he was, WHO he was. He was at peace.
And it ended all too soon. When he finished and opened his eyes, panting, he saw Heero agape and Trowa shocked. He blinked and turned his eyes downward, feeling very self-conscious. He tucked a stray hair behind his ear and flushed. He felt uncomfortable with all this staring.
"You remember?" Heero asked finally. Wufei nodded and graced him with a smile that would melt a heart of ice. It was so heartbreakingly beautiful to see. Behind them, Trowa cleared his throat.
"It's getting dark. We should go back inside." The emerald-eyed pilot suggested. Heero nodded and followed Trowa as he led Wufei back.
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Once in the house, Trowa gently prodded Wufei to go take a shower and then sleep, assuring him that Quatre would be there soon. A look of pure relief washed over Wufei's face and after giving Trowa a hug, he headed upstairs to rest, Heero following him to do the same. Even though it had been over six months since the incident, Wufei still had nightmares what would send the bravest man on earth into hiding. Therefore he couldn't sleep alone. With the comfort of one of his friends being there, he was usually able to keep away the nightmares.
Walking into the kitchen, Trowa spotted Quatre cooking dinner. Walking up behind him quietly, he covered the blond's eyes with his hands, while whispering softly into his ear. "Guess who?"
Quatre was startled, but recovered quickly enough once he heard the voice. Leaning back familiarly, he played along. "Hm, who could it be? I wonder."
"The love of your life?"
"That would be about right." Quatre replied chuckling softly. He turned and wrapped his arms around the taller pilot's neck and greeted him with a sweet kiss. "Hey there." He murmured huskily.
"Hey yourself." Trowa whispered back. "I have good news."
"Really? About Wufei?" Quatre asked, turning back to the stove.
"Mm hm." Trowa stepped forward and wrapped his arms around that slim waist, resting his chin on the Arabian's shoulder. And then he proceeded to tell his lover about how Wufei had remembered his katas and looked so much at peace.
"Wow." Quatre murmured once Trowa finished. "Amazing." He wiped his hands on a towel and untied his white apron, which said "Kiss the cook." Something that Duo had gotten him for last Christmas.
Turning to Trowa, he said awed. "He really is getting better, isn't he?"
Trowa pulled the little Arabian into his arms and pressed a kiss to the blond head. "Yes he is, love." He murmured, resting his cheek against those soft curls. "He really his."
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Yah a little cheesy I know, but I can't resist 3x4! They are so cute together!
Well in the next couple of chapters will be on Wufei's assailant, Heero's secret and 5x?….yes, he is going to be paired with someone! Whee! But only if I get reviews [points to the review button]
