I don't own Gundam Wing.
A/N: well I'll be another old fic who got an update. Expect more of this on this fic as well as others. W00t.
One Little Mistake
Chapter 6 – Let the games begin
The sun was setting, filling the sky with orange, red and all in between. The tree stump which usually served as Wufei's meditating spot now provided him and Quatre a comforting spot with a view. They were both leant against the tree, resting on the grass, arms wrapped around each other.
"It's a beautiful view from here."
"Hn."
Quatre tilted his head with a sheepish grin.
"Hn? What, Heero's teaching you ho to talk?"
"Why ruin the moment with talking?"
He leant over and lightly kissed the blond.
"See my point?"
"Hn."
And they continued to sit there, the only break to the silence being Quatre's content sighs.
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Trowa was sitting in the living room, as though watching the sunset, when Duo came in.
"Heya, buddy boy!"
He sat down next to the silent pilot, grinning from ear to ear.
"So how was the mission? Blew anything interesting up?"
No response.
"You come, took you long enough, you must have something special to tell me!"
Again, no response.
"Hello? Earth to Trowa."
The American waved his hand in front of Trowa's face, getting greatly annoyed.
"Answer me, or so help me…"
"What do you want, Duo?"
"It speaks!"
He jumped up and down in mock joy.
"So you're gonna tell me what happened three weeks ago, right?"
The brunette closed his eyes in annoyance.
"Go away, Duo."
"Please?"
"Forgive him."
Heero said as he entered the room, taking Duo's hand in his.
"He means well but he's just too much into it."
"It's ok."
Trowa said calmly, grateful for the save.
"Come on, Duo."
"But…"
He was dragged out of the room quite reluctantly.
"Hee-chan, why'd you do it?!"
The braided boy pouted rather cutely at his lover.
"Because you're going at it the wrong way. He won't tell you anything."
"Oh, how do you know?"
"He's not the type to talk."
Duo sighed, shaking his head.
"I just want to help him."
"So stop trying so damn hard."
"Excuse me?"
Heero gave his lover's hand a soft squeeze and locked eyes with him.
"It's still too fresh. Let them cool off first. Or at least…"
Violet eyes stared into midnight blue ones expectedly.
"…do it unnoticed."
The American couldn't help himself. He grinned.
"Hee-chan, you little naughty boy."
"I had a good teacher."
"I'm honored!"
"Come on, it's getting late. And it's my turn to make dinner again."
Duo's happy expression turned into a frown.
"Pout. Can't you just order take out?"
"I thought you liked my cooking."
"I do, but… I like tasting you better."
He said softly, pressing closer against Heero, causing the Japanese to smirk.
"Wait. Dinner first."
And he went to the kitchen, leaving his lover behind.
"Not fair!"
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Quatre woke up the next day at the first ray of sunlight. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, smiling as he remembered last night. He and Wufei went star seeing, and he actually managed to cause the Chinese boy to chatter for a whole five minutes before he turned away, the slightest blush on his cheeks. Quatre laughed so hard the only way to stop him was to kiss him… which Wufei did only too happily.
With the memory dancing in his mind, the blond stood up to find a note under his door. He picked it up with shaking hands.
Quatre, I'm sorry, but I have to take a rain check on our date tonight. A mission came up. I will be back as soon as I can.
Wufei
A smile crept to the Arab's lips at the difference in the handwriting, indicating inner turmoil before the Chinese boy wrote his name. For the sake of him Wufei couldn't put in an informal ending, even though he obviously wanted to. Good enough for Quatre, and so, with a content sigh he leaned against the door… only to jump as though it was on fire.
Trowa.
Trowa was behind the door, leaning against it. He felt the mixture of emotions which was his ex-boyfriend slowly move away and his hand reached for the doorknob. Trowa stopped at the sound of the knob turning and waited anxiously. Quatre's face turned from a slightly pained expression to a thoughtful one, to a highly annoyed one. He left the doorknob and changed his clothes, feeling Trowa go farther away. Glancing at the note now placed on the night desk drove depressing thoughts out of his head as he went down for breakfast.
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The battlefield was still in flames. Destroyed mobile suits were scattered all over the place. Wufei was observing the scene from Nataku's cockpit.
"Weaklings. Hardly worth my time."
He had half a mind to head back and returning the next day when a comm. Window opened, showing a face he found annoying most of the time.
"Hello, Wufei."
"Sally Po."
"Missed me?"
He answered by growling softly.
"Yeah, same here. Listen, I need to talk to you. Care to follow me? I think I might be able to help you on your mission."
He saw her Aeris fly off, and a frown crossed his face.
'Forgive me Quatre. It seems I'll be coming back a bit later.'
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Quatre was staring out the window, a longing air to him. Heero wondered into the room silently, setting his laptop on the small desk.
"You know…"
He began, not looking up to check for a reacting. He got none.
"I got a message from Wufei."
There was a glance in his direction.
"What did he say? When is he coming back?"
The hope in his voice and on his face almost made Heero avoid answering. But he was the perfect soldier. So sometimes, that was a pain.
"He's not."
Quatre's face fell, and Heero suddenly got depressed.
"He said it'd probably take longer than he thought, and that you shouldn't worry."
"Not worry. As if. He'd die if it meant proving him just. I swear, he loves his justice rants more than he does me."
Throwing Heero half a smile, the blond returned to staring outside.
"Ne, Heero?"
"Hn?"
"Mind if I ask you something?"
"Hn."
"How did you know… you were ready to sleep with Duo?"
Quatre could've sworn that was the first time he heard the error sound come out of Heero's pc.
"Why're you asking?"
"…curiosity, I guess."
The Japanese blushed lightly, then answered.
"It's not something you can tell, Quatre. Those things don't come with a mission briefing."
"Maybe they should, then…"
"Quatre, it's something you know for yourself. No one else can help you."
Heero stated calmly.
"Well, what if I can't trust myself?"
Quatre asked quietly.
"Then you won't."
Came the plain answer, accompanied by the sound of keys being hit.
"And what if you waited too long and just can't stand waiting any longer?"
The typing came to a stop as Heero thought it over.
"Then it depends on who you're with. He should help you figure it out."
At the look on Quatre's face, Heero added –
"But only if he understands himself."
They both went silent after that, and, after chewing on his lower lip, Heero knew what he was going to say would make Duo made at him, but he had to follow his emotions no matter what.
"He'll be back soon, Quatre. I'm sure of it."
He was relieved to see a genuine smile on his friend's lips, and so, mentally muttering 'objective achieved', Heero packed his laptop and left the room. Duo was waiting for him by the stairs, his arms crossed.
"So? How did it go?"
"Alright, I guess."
"You guess?"
Duo half shouted before getting a grip. Shock, you see.
"He's confused. He got hurt, and he found safety with Wufei. I think he's afraid of repeating the same mistakes over, no matter who he's with."
Duo nodded.
"Well, Tro's not talking much. So that leaves us with the responsibility to make sure Quatre ends up with the right person, right?"
"And who might that be?"
To that, Duo couldn't give a straightforward answer.
"Whoever he chooses for himself."
"And if he doesn't trust himself?"
A blink, followed by a smirk.
"Well then, I guess this is where Shinigami-sama comes into play! Nyahahahahaha!"
Heero couldn't help but sigh. His lover would never learn, would he?
His sense of dread increased when Duo turned his full attention to him.
"You know, you need a nickname too… let's see now."
The Japanese pilot felt the blood drain from his face.
"Tinky Winky?"
"Duo…"
"Yeah, I know. Then how about… Zero Master? Beam Canon guy? Hm? No… I got it! Spandax Boy!"
And seeing that Duo would do this to his own lover, Heero couldn't help but feel bad about Quatre.
'God help him'.
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A/N: ok… Heero torture pp; Duo losing it pp; and… baaah, I'm turn between these next options:
1x2x3 with 4x5.
1x2x5 with 3x4.
1x2 with 3x4x5.
Or just the lot of them together pp;
Help ppa