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One Little Mistake
Chapter 5 – Coming back… to what?
It was two weeks later before Heero came back, much to Duo's happiness and relief, and a week after that in which Trowa returned as well. It was obvious he had time to think, about a lot of things. Now he had to talk about them.
"Hey, Trowa! What's up, man?"
Duo, now back to his cheerful self, asked happily. Trowa managed to turn his lip an angle upwards in a smile.
"Duo. How're you?"
"Fine, fine. Your mission. Went well?"
"Yes. Have you seen Quatre?"
'Not beating around the bush, eh?'
The American thought gravely. To be honest, he wasn't sure what was going on between the only heir of the Winner family and the last trace of the Dragon Clan, but something was telling him Trowa wouldn't like it.
"Saw them going out the back door a while ago."
"Thanks."
And as Trowa went to follow, Duo couldn't help but sigh.
'I just hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, Chang.'
Still a little inlove with Wufei? Duo? Never!
The field was filled with the sweet sounds of violin, something that has slowly returned in the past three weeks. Quatre was happily playing, his bow and fingers practically flying over the strings, while Wufei was meditating nearby. He found out that soft playing actually helped him concentrate. And he had a lot on his mind. The reason just caught up with him.
"Glad to see you playing better."
The last note was broken, almost as though the music was afraid of what was about to happen.
"Tro, Trowa!"
"Quatre."
The blond found himself unable to move as the brunette approached him.
"I missed you."
"I…"
Quatre looked away, unable, or rather, unwilling to answer.
"Barton."
The scene as though froze when Wufei's voice came in. He stood next to Quatre, a bit between him and the acrobat. Green eyes narrowed behind brown bangs.
"Chang."
The Arab glanced between the two before pasting a smile.
"So, how was the mission?"
"It went fine."
Came the answer, though the glance never left the Chinese boy.
"When did you come back?"
"Just now."
"You sure took your time."
Wufei commented, rather calmly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Came the calm reply.
"I saw your mission file. You should've been back before Heero."
"Things got a bit complicated."
"I'm sure they did."
"If there's something you want to say, Chang, say it."
"I just might, you…"
"Please, don't fight!"
Quatre cried out, grabbing Wufei's arm. That act, and the way Wufei looked back at the blond, caused Trowa's heart to skip a beat.
"What's… exactly going on?"
He hoped he only imagined that touch of panic he heard in his voice. With a grim expression, Wufei wrapped an arm around Quatre's shoulders and held him close. The blond responded by blushing and snuggling closer.
"Quatre…"
Trowa just stood there, shocked.
"You have a problem, Barton?"
Wufei said in his usual stern tone, tightening his grip on Quatre's shoulders.
"…No. not at all."
The brunette turned to leave, and Quatre was hesitant for a while before prying himself from Wufei's hold and running after the retreating figure into the house. The Chinese watched him go, knowing that it was best. The two had too much to talk about.
"Trowa, wait up!"
The taller boy turned around, his expression blank, though his eyes were storming with emotions.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? What for?"
Quatre bit his lip, taking a deep breath.
"About… well, you finding out this way, I guess."
"You guess."
Biting his lip again, the Arab ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't know, I just… feel bad about this whole thing."
"Don't bee."
Storming blue eyes met with supposedly calm green ones.
"You had every right to do this."
"Tro…"
"No. We had that argument, and I was completely out of line, and then came this mission, and… Wufei was right. I took my time. I should've been here a lot earlier. But I wasn't. I took my time, I…"
"You were running away."
Quatre suggested silently.
"I was running away."
"Why? Trowa, we needed to talk. So why not come back, and…"
Hurt flashed on Trowa's face for an instant.
"Needed? Past tense?"
"That's not what I meant."
"That's what you said."
"But it's not like that, Trowa! Just…"
"Just what?"
By now Quatre was getting greatly annoyed. They used to understand each other perfectly, what happened to them?
"Just that we needed to talk…"
"But not now."
"…more than now, but we still do!"
The blond half yelled, trying his best not to jump at Trowa. But be it to kiss him or choke him, he has yet to decide.
"There's nothing to talk about. I made a mistake. You had every right to do what you did."
Guilt started to rip Quatre's heart.
"…You're not the only one to blame here. Why can't you see that?"
"Are you?"
"We both are."
"Do you want to work it out?"
There was no hope in Trowa's voice. Only plain nothingness.
"Is there really anything left to work on?"
Both turned to face Wufei as he walked towards them.
"Wufei…"
"Stay out of it, Chang."
"What, none of my business?"
"Damn right."
"Damn wrong, Barton."
Wufei hugged Quatre's waist, causing the blond to flush bright red.
"It's between Quatre and I, Wufei."
"I'd like to think Quatre is my business."
While the Arab felt like biting the Chinese's head off, Trowa looked down at his feet in shame.
"You're right. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I… hope we can still be friends, Quatre."
"Trowa…"
"Good day."
"Trowa!"
"Let him go."
Trowa left, and Wufei hugged Quatre closer. It bothered him, that the blond wouldn't cry in front of him. That sort of weakness turned out to be comforting. It meant that unlike most of the pilots, Quatre was still alive where it mattered most.
"Quatre, do you still love him?"
Blue eyes widened with shock and fear. And guilt. And just a touch of hope.
"Wu, Wufei!"
"Well, do you?"
His black eyes were calm and collected, just as his voice was.
"..I guess so."
"Do you still love me?"
The look on Quatre's face was that of obvious hurt and distress.
"You know so!"
"Then it's up to you to decide. It's up to you to…"
He never finished his sentence, as Quatre's lips met in a deep kiss.
"I want you."
They stood there, resting their foreheads against each other, gazing into the other's eyes.
"Come on. I don't want to think about…"
Now it was the blond's turn to be cut short by a kiss.
"…what was I saying?"
Wufei smirked, though he felt wrong about stopping his lover.
"Oh well. Come on, I have a new piece I want you to listen to."
"Lead the way, love, lead the way."
They left, Wufei giving one last glance up the stairs where Trowa disappeared.
'I just hope I'm doing what is just.'
After a few minutes, Duo's face popped from behind the sofa, beat red.
"Well, did you *pant* hear that, Hee-chan?"
Heero climb after him, his shirt missing, and a hicky decorating the right side of his neck.
"Hn."
"What a little mess. This just ain't right. We gotta make it right. Hee-chan, what do you think?"
"I think… you need to worry about that. Later."
And as 01 dragged 02 down, the subject was let off, and the only thought Duo managed came out in a ragged scream that made several birds nearby flee.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH HEEEEEEEE-CHAAAAAAAN!"