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One Little Mistake

Chapter 2 – Stay Out of It

The next morning, Wufei woke up rather late. From downstairs came the smell of bacon and eggs, obviously Duo's doing, and happy chatters were heard. He pushed himself up, groaning, and was caught by surprise at his lack of shirt.

"What the…"

'That's right. I gave my shirt to Quatre.'

Taking whatever was in reach, he slipped on a black t-shirt and went downstairs. Heero and Duo were heard loud and clear, happily teasing each other. Yes, Heero and teasing in the same sentence. It never ceased to amaze the Chinese boy.

"Good morning."

"Well, good morning, mister Chang!"

Duo was at the table, already eating. Heero just sat down next to him, giving the American a peck on the cheek. Quatre was sitting opposite of Duo, eating quietly.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to be up? Or did you stay up late meditating again?"

"None of your business, Maxwell."

The front door opened and grumbles were heard as Trowa came into the kitchen, carrying the shirt Quatre discarded the night before.

"Well, I see you found it after all."

No response came Duo's way. Wufei noted with a surprisingly heavy heart the glances Trowa and Quatre were sending each other's way, before Quatre returned to stare solely at his meal. The shirt was thrown in the laundry basket and Trowa went to get his own meal ready. He was about to sit down, but Wufei acted quickly and sat next to Quatre, forcing the green eyed youth to sit on the head of the table, as far away from the blond as possible under those circumstances. Blue eyes sent a grateful gaze at the Chinese, but if Wufei spotted it, he showed no such signs. Duo spotted the gesture and stared at the three, trying to asset what was going on with his friends when he felt a hand gently touch his knee. Looking at Heero, he heard his lover whisper softly:

"It's not polite to stare."

Duo blinked, and noticed that he has been staring. With a sheepish grin, he returned to his meal.

"So, care to tell what all the racked last night was about?"

Heero slapped his forehead at Duo's question while Trowa seemed to lose interest in the food. Quatre almost choked. Wufei kept his cook.

"You'd think you'd have learned to keep your mouth shut by now, Maxwell. Guess I was wrong."

"Hey, at least I care, unlike someone here!"

"If they want to tell us, they'll tell us. Now leave them alone."

"I will once either of them tells me so, ok, mister Chang, sir?"

"Fine. Ask them again then."

A blink.

"Ok. So, about last night then…"

Trowa kept his mouth shut or busy with food. Quatre simply cleared his dishes and walked out. The brunette was soon to follow suit.

"Well, I'll be."

"You should've left them alone."

This earned Wufei a glare.

"I don't get you, why do you even butt into this."

"Because."

A raised eyebrow.

"Because?"

"Because."

"Because."

"You butted in first. There, happy?"

Duo sighed and shook his head. Even in the middle of such a childish argument, Wufei kept his composure.

"Well. Fine by me."

"I've got to get going soon."

Heero said, breaking the glaring contest.

"What?! Where to?!"

"A mission."

"I'm going with you!"

The braided boy stood up, ready to spring upstairs to get ready.

"It's a solo mission. I'm going alone."

"Well, what am I supposed to do while you're away?!"

Duo shouted, his cheeks steadily becoming redder. Wufei toned the conversation/argument out, not wanting to butt into any more private business.

"Try not to worry too much. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"You always say that."

"And I mean it."

The two kissed, and Wufei had the decency to stare only at his now empty plate.

"You just come back in one piece, you hear?"

"…I'll do my best."

"Heero!"

Trowa passed through the field, his thoughts miles away. He looked up at the sound of a broken violin piece. He stood there for a while, watching Quatre try to play correctly, and fail miserably. Eventually Quatre gave up, and the violin was returned to its case. Standing up, he noticed his would be lover staring at him, and a frown crossed the blond's face.

"You usually play much better. What happened?"

"You of all people should ask?"

There was a tensed silenced after this, which ended with Quatre heading back to the house.

"I'm sorry."

Footsteps ceased and a heavy sigh seemed to fill the air.

"It's a bit too late for that, isn't it?"

"You just stormed out. What was I supposed to do?"

"I donno, not do it in the first place?!"

"You'd have done the same thing…"

A cold, cynical laughter.

"First thing- I wouldn't. Second thing- I didn't. I didn't, Trowa, I didn't! You did!"

They both heard the front door open and turned to see Wufei head their way. He stopped when he saw the two of them and felt the tension in the air. Trowa turned back to the blond.

"We need more privacy. Let's go have a walk."

"…You know what? I don't feel like it."

Taking his violin case, the Arab half stomped back. He was about to go in when Wufei grabbed his arm.

"What is it?"

The tone was friendlier than it was several seconds ago, yet still held great annoyance.

"There's a new punching bag in the basement, if you feel like punching something to oblivion."

A bitter chuckle was the response. The Chinese walked into the field again under Trowa's gaze. Or rather, glare.

"What was that all about, Chang?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Barton?"

"None of your business."

There was a definite protective tone in his voice, which only served to fuel Wufei's stubbornness.

"Whatever it is it's affecting both of you. If we go on a mission together, I put my life in your hands. Therefore, it is my business."

It earned him a glare. Another, that is.

"Don't worry. I'll watch your back."

"Not if you get your guard down and get yourself killed. Such weakness doesn't belong on the battlefield."

"I care about my abilities. You care about yours."

"Whatever, just make sure you end it soon."

Having nothing more to say, Wufei turned towards the house and was about to leave.

"I want you to stay away from Quatre."

That stopped the Chinese boy in his tracks.

"You heard me, Chang."

Wufei's eyes narrowed dangerously at that.

"I don't like being pushed, Barton."

"I'm not pushing. I'm telling you. Stay away from him."

"If he wants me to, I will. Until then…"

"Why on Earth are you even interested in it? It doesn't suit you at all?"

Trowa said with suspicious curiosity. Wufei felt his cheek get just a tad hotter, but that didn't break his composure.

"Well, someone should care. Since you obviously don't…"

"Stay out of it, Chang!"

"Bite me, Barton."

When Wufei walked in, leaving a somewhat enraged Trowa outside, he made a mental note to buy earplugs. He wasn't going to live through Quatre's current musical abilities.