Leader of the Pack
AN: I apologize for the wait. Simply because I was on vacation. Writers have to take a break too you know! But you're not mad with me. And that makes me happy. And now I'm back, so you're happy! SO That means we're all happy. Good Job!
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Chapter 4: Looking the Part
Wufei's POV
I got home that night very late. My parents still weren't home yet, and I personally wanted to thank whoever the hell invented night shifts. They are saints.
I slipped quietly inside the house, hoping to not disturb a single thing lying around. My parents, being such perfectionists, could notice if a piece of lint wasn't in its rightful place. Crazy, I know. I needed to get upstairs to my room and make it look like I had never left. It would be a problem, knowing truthfully that my door had been locked. But with my luck that night, I was hoping it was just the classic chair-under-the-door- handle tactic.
The wooden stairs creaked under my feet as I ascended them. I was being cautious because you never knew what went down at my house. Maybe my parents installed some massive security system that I didn't know about. I couldn't have myself setting it off now could I?
I managed to make it to my bedroom in one piece. It stayed that way as I went inside. In truth, the door was just pounded so far into the frame that it had just stuck there; I wasn't locked in at all. I had to take the blame for that. I was hitting it pretty hard, trying to get it open again.
Flopping down on my bed, I stared at the blank white ceiling for a while, just thinking. About Duo, about his gang, about Heero.
I chuckled. Heero most certainly wasn't a pleasant thought. The guy could glare at you and knock a building down. A building that was 500 miles away. Behind a brick wall. And was being held up by cement pillars. He was a scary guy, though Duo didn't seem too intimidated by him. It was probably Duo's height.
Duo. There was a whole other thought all together. It was clear to me what my feelings were now. But was Duo feeling the same way, or acting out of friendship? Duo had talked to me about being someone else. He wanted to teach me how to be like him. That was something I wanted more than anything in the world. To break away from the chains that was my parents. That though set a new fire inside me. I WILL be like Duo. I thought. He said he was going to teach me how to rebel and be my own person. To defy the rules, to snap back at my parents the way I never could.
Duo had also said he was going to help me in ways I never could. Including where dress was involved. Even though it would require enormous amounts of secrecy, Duo was going to make me look tougher. He was taking me shopping.
I must say, I was quite baffled by that thought. Not to mention I had never stepped foot in a mall before. Only a bookstore or two. Duo had laughed when I had admitted it to him. He commented several times on how my life was going to change, and that I was going to have to get used to it. I was going to have to brace myself for the next day. My parents would be out conveniently, as they like to make their schedules known at the dinner table every Sunday evening. All day too, they would be at work, then be escorted to a Boss' house for dinner and discussion.
This left him alone. Well, not really, seeing as I would be with Duo. I smiled. Then out of exhaustion, I fell asleep, greatly anticipating the next day.
- - - -
I woke up the next morning with a headache. What would you expect; my body was half on the bed, half off. I didn't even hear my mom come in and ask about the rope dangling from the window at around 7:00 in the morning. Which I knew had to be a good thing because I was in no state of mind to give a stupid answer, let alone a good one. She probably saw how tired I was and left me be. When I did get up, both of my parents were already long gone. FINALLY!
I jumped out of my dirty clothes (since I hadn't bothered changing out of them for bed) and threw them into a hamper on my way to the bathroom for a shower. Before I knew it, I was already drying off and rushing to my room to find clothes to wear. Before I had never fussed over clothes. But I found myself wondering what went better with green pants, red or blue? I didn't want to look like I was dressed for a Christmas part, but then I didn't want to look like seaweed in blue water either. Luckily, my white t- shirt saved the day and I was ready.
I brushed my hair back into its tight little ponytail and with a final check in the mirror; I bounded downstairs and to the front door. It was about then that I realized how sick I was feeling. I don't know why, nerves maybe. But other than that, there was nothing I should have felt sick about. Then again, Duo was going to pick out my clothes to give me an idea. I would also have to hide them from my parents. I could fail miserably at that and get caught before anything real happened.
I could hear the tell-tale whir of an engine in the distance. I darted out the door, being sure to lock it. Duo had already pulled up into my driveway and was waiting patiently on his bike.
"Hey Fei! Ready to go?"
I nodded and hopped down my porch to the waiting boy. He handed me an extra helmet and I leapt to the back of the bike, grabbing hold of his waist tightly.
We exploded out onto the street in a puff of exhaust fumes and were on our way to the mall.
It was a week of first times for me. The mall was bigger than just some K- mart, with little stores containing everything one would need, and then some.
The crowds of people made me nervous right away. A group of young girls, around thirteen were gathered in front of a 'Barns and Noble' store and were giggling about something in particular. As we walked off I heard one of them scream 'MARY YOU PERVERT!'
They certainly weren't the craziest people I saw there. We came across kids with afros. Men with Mohawks, and some women with the scantiest clothing I had ever seen.
Duo was smiling from ear to ear as he watched me look around wildly. He greeted someone whom he walked passed and gave high fives to others. How many people did he really know?
The braided boy pulled me to a store with a brightly lit, neon purple sign that proudly proclaimed the name of the store to be 'Dark Sanctuary'. I didn't like the sound of it. Over the doors was handing black velvet that concealed what was inside. Duo quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me past the velvet and into the small shop.
Inside it was lit by only black lights that hung low on the ceiling. The walls were a sparkling black and purple decorated with silver sheet metal. Lava lamps decorated the counters and strobe lights were seated on clothing wracks. Every now and then a spotlight would flicker the color of purple when a person exited the changing rooms to display the clothes they were trying on. Sometimes, a smoke machine even puffed out a few breaths, leaving what seemed to be little clouds around the ceiling. The clothes that were for sale were all of black, silver and dark purple color.
As we walked in, three people came to greet us. One of them was a woman, about the age of 20 with purple dreadlocks and bright green eyes. The other two were men, and they both had one half of their hair silver, the other half black cut in the army style.
"Wufei, I'd like you to meet Dee, Jay and Kay. They're the head honchos of this store. They help me with my style needs, just like they're going to help you." He grinned. "Dee is good at shirts and complexion and what matches your skin tones. Girly stuff like that" He said, pointing to the woman. "Jay and Kay take care of the rest of the stuff. Pants, jackets, socks, shoes and accessories."
The three waved at me and I greeted them with a meek nod. It was strange meeting new people for me. I barely ever seemed to get over my shyness.
Duo spoke again. "Well guys, do your stuff. Make sure he models 'em all for me."
They nodded and stole me away by the arms, towing me through the clothing racks and piling stuff onto my arms over and over again until I was sure to fall over. Dee smiled at me from under her dreadlocks.
"Hon, can you handle all of those clothes?"
"Uh, I think I'm going to slip." I answered, my voice muffled from all the articles of dress.
"Tsk Tsk. Jay, get your ass over here and help the poor boy." Dee demanded
"But.."
"No buts. Get your fucking ass over here!" The poor man trudged over to me and took half of my load to the changing room. I followed on his heels and was soon trying on numerous pieces of clothing.
"Feeeeeiiii Wuuuuuu" I heard Duo's voice call from behind the change room curtain. "Show me the clothes! Come on!"
I looked at myself in the mirror in the changing room. I looked fairly decent in these clothes. Black jeans, baggier than what I usually wear with two belts. My shirt was silver, sleeveless and buttoned up all the way to the nape of my neck. I wore huge black army boots, like Duo's but with purple laces. Okay I guess. I pushed back the curtain slowly and walked out. The purple spotlight shone down on my in all it's glory and Duo whistled.
"I knew you would look good Wufei." I gulped. Now I was nervous about impressing him. Damn. Something else to worry about.
I tried on, probably the whole store not including women's clothing. And every time, I get a better reaction from Duo. Each one better than the last. I was crimson by the time we were finished. Duo ended up buying it all for me.
"But Duo...all your money..." I had protested. He simply waved his hand and said his friends gave him a huge discount as always.
"But now, you look the part Fei Woo." He grinned "And it only cost me a couple hundred dollars!"
I still felt guilty about having him pay for it all, but he wasn't hearing any of it.
As we stalked back to his bike, Duo turned to me. "One more thing" And with that, he yanked the band out of my hair and ran away. "Leave it like that! It looks cute!"
My knees turned to jelly. I wished he would quit teasing me like that.
Duo's POV
All the while we were shopping; I could barely hold myself down. I was as giddy as a school girl passing a love note. Wufei looked adorable in all of the clothes. I knew I could trust Dee, Jay and Kay with him. I could also sense him getting better with crowds already. Now he certainly looked like one of us. I couldn't wait to give him a leather jacket and sunglasses branded with the gang name.
I didn't mind spending hundreds of dollars on the little guy. I would do it again if he let me. Knowing him, he won't but it's worth a shot.
I think I remember Heero lecturing me on spending too much money. He's like the father I never had. And that's something good to say about him. I don't really want to get on another Heero kick, it's a pain in the ass.
Wufei and I decided to go back to headquarters for a while before driving him home. We planned to keep all of his new clothes with me for a while, since his room was small and there was nowhere to hide them.
The boys, when we entered, greeted both of us. It took me by surprise, and Wufei looked shocked to see such an act of acceptance. They had even remembered his name. Treize patted him on the back and Jack offered him a drink. He declined, of course, and smiled. Daaaaammmnnn. He's been accepted by the masses and everything was too good to be true for us. Way to go guys! He's feeling comfortable. I could tell. Trowa and Quatre offered to take him off my hands for a few minutes, but I shook my head.
"He's cool Q. I'll keep him around, and then you can give him the frilly pink smock, 'mkay?"
Quatre laughed and playfully punched me in the shoulder. But he and his boyfriend stuck around to joke with Wufei. The four of us reclined on some chairs and talked and stuff. About Wufei mostly, and about our pasts.
"I was the 30th child of my father" Quatre admitted. "I never got any respect. Being the youngest and being the only boy is a hard life to play. One day, I was out shopping with my sisters when I saw Duo. He just stands out in a crowd, y'know. All flamboyant and out there. I went over to talk to him, just out of no where. It was kind of eerie." Wufei nodded. "He drew you in?" he asked softly. "Yeah sort of like that. Trowa was the same way. Tell them Trowa"
"I was in the circus. Then Duo came, we talked and I joined his gang" Trowa answered flatly. "Then I met Quatre, and things went uphill."
Wufei turned to me. "Doesn't talk much, does he?" I snickered and shook my head. "No. In fact, that's the most he's said all month. Applaud!" Three of us clapped and Trowa bowed.
I looked to Wufei, and saw how he was beaming so much. I bit my lip. I was so glad he was finally loosening up. Just so happy....
Heero's POV
One of the things I love about our headquarters is the second floor. There's a balcony where you can look down to the main floor.
There I stood, looking down on them. My arms crossed, body enveloped in the shadow. Laughing and joking like it was no big deal at all. Wufei was getting too used to being here. The weed needs to be destroyed at the seed, that's what I say. Don't let him get to comfortable with being here.
I had tried for so long to get more than friendship out of Duo. Years. And then the twerp waltzes in and Duo's hooked. My work on the braided boy thrown out the window by a short Chinese kid. I hated Wufei so much, it was indescribable. Every time he showed his face at Headquarters (which was only twice, but would soon be more), my hatred grew.
There had to be a way to get him to leave with out killing him. No, he had to live, as much as I'd hate it. If I ended his life, Duo would be after my throat. I didn't want that.
But it had to be a way that would hit Wufei so hard, it would hurt. A way that might crush Duo a little too, so he needs someone to turn to. That someone would be me. Thinking had always been one of my strong points. And it didn't take long, for me to come up with a plan.
TBC
Mistress Shinigami: Mkay. There you go. NOW we are getting into the story more! Yay! It's finally on its way. I also have many more fan fictions in a little book right now that I need to get out. They'll be coming soon! In fact here's a trailer of one.
To kill a Prince
Twisted up, torn and thrown about. Heero had always done anything that would give him the pretty penny. When he's employed by a twisted business man to be an assassin, he doesn't decline. The hit list he has of all of the man's victims is a long one, and Heero has completed all of them, until one... The son of an ailing billionaire is his new target. There is only one problem. Heero couldn't be more in love with this boy. Duo stole his heart right out from underneath Heero's gun. What happens when you have to kill the one you love...
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