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Name: Story Time With Trowa or Once Upon a Cross Dresser
Author: Nikki :-P or Nataku's Child
Archive: Nikki's Realm http://www.geocities.com/mageofthewinds/
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Couples: 1+5, implied 2+3+4...kinda?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shounen-ai and harsh-ish language
Disclaimer: ...is long -_- I dun own anything. See first chapter for the full thingy.
Story Time With Trowa or Once Upon a Cross Dresser
Chapter Three
The week went by with much agitation and whining. After being an hour late to work, Trowa refused to tell anymore of the story until the weekend, at the least. Teary eyes, silent bouts, much pouting, whining and begging, but still, the tallest of the trio wouldn't budge.
And so came the weekend.
Saturday's sun was barely in the sky, lighting Trowa's room with a soft orange glow through the window near his bed. Trowa himself was deep asleep, not showing any sign of waking up for hours to come.
Poor, peaceful Trowa.
The door creaked open slowly and two eyes peered through...strangely, they were different colors.
"Does he look awake?" Quatre whispered to Duo.
"Naw, he's asleep." Duo whispered back.
Quatre sniffed. "I'm tired of waiting though!" he exclaimed, still keeping his voice soft.
Duo pouted. "Ditto... Let's wake him up!"
Quatre's eyes widened as Duo opened the door all the way and padded into Trowa's room. "Duo, NO!" he hissed, standing from where he was crouching. "You shouldn't-"
Duo turned to flash an evil grin over his shoulder before jumping in to the air, whispering: "Too late" before he landed on Trowa's bed, sending Trowa half a foot into the air before bouncing himself.
Trowa gasped as he was suddenly shoved into reality. He hit the bed again, bouncing a few more times before finally resting on the bed for good. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, searching for the reason why he had woken up so early.
Duo's head popped up, grinning full force. "That was fun, I should wake you up more often."
Trowa sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "What time is it?"
"Nearly 7:30." Quatre said softly, walking over to sit on the side of Trowa's bed.
Trowa looked from the grinning Duo, to the apologetic Quatre before groaning softly and falling back onto the bed. "It's Saturday..." he said softly, throwing an arm over his eyes.
Duo crawled over to sit next to Trowa. "Yep! Which means it's the weekend, which means it's story time!!" He announced, bouncing again and making the other two bounce as well.
Trowa lifted his arm and stared at Duo. "You woke me up at seven in the morning to tell you a story?"
"7:30." Quatre corrected.
"You promised!" Duo reminded. He stopped bouncing and started shaking Trowa gently.
Trowa batted at Duo's hand and rolled over, burring his head in his pillow.
Duo pouted and crossed his arms. "Come on Tro'!" he whined.
"Maybe we should leave him alone..." Quatre said softly. "He had a long day yesterday."
Duo lip quivered. "But Q..."
Quatre waved a finger at Duo. "Now Duo! He needs his rest!"
Duo slumped over. "Fine...I guess I can make breakfast while-"
Trowa shot up. "I'll tell the story!" he said, grabbing Duo's arm as the boy started to get off the bed.
Duo and Quatre blinked. "What?" they asked simultaneously.
Trowa let go of Duo. "I'll tell the story." He stretched and yawned before he scooted back to lean against the headboard.
"Yay!!" Duo jumped back on the bed and hugged Trowa's waist as they bounced.
Quatre sat back on the edge, looking confused. "But you were..."
"I don't want Duo to have to cook," Trowa said softly, throwing Quatre a meaningful look.
Quatre made a silent 'oh' before grinning. "Alright then." He made himself more comfortable before looking at Trowa expectantly.
Trowa sighed and looked at the ceiling in thought. "Let's see...Wufei's parent's were helping him to get ready for the ball..."
~()~
There was a lot to do before the Princess's party. Wufei's dress needed to be made, of course. But the hardest and most important, was teaching Wufei how to act like a woman.
"This isn't going to work," Wufei stated for the 20th time that day.
"It will work!" His father exclaimed, tapping Wufei on the head not-so-lightly. "You just need to try harder! Now, say it again."
Wufei sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry, I don't speak much English."
Wufei's mother shook her head. "No, you sound too much like you're trying to sound like a woman..." she frowned and went back to sewing Wufei's dress.
"I am trying to sound like a woman!" Wufei hissed.
"Don't yell at your mother!" Wufei's father barked, hitting Wufei again.
Wufei ducked his head. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, still seething with frustration.
They had been working for nearly a week, with only a few days until the party. Wufei had taken to most everything else pretty well. Dancing was easy, due to Wufei's natural grace and daily martial arts training. His dress was nearly done, his mother was only putting on the final touches. All that was left was his voice.
He was going to use the excuse that he couldn't speak English very well so that he wouldn't have to talk much, which was believable due to his looks. In truth, Wufei and Meiran both spoke English nearly flawless, though their accents were a little on the thick side. Wufei's parents had always stressed education, and they had both learned from the books their father brought home from town.
The problem with Wufei's voice was it was too deep and, well, male.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Wufei said, after he had calmed down a bit.
Wufei's father sat down next to his mother and sighed. "When you make it higher, it sounds fake...when you just speak normally, it's too deep..."
"And rough." Wufei's mother added. She cut her thread with a small knife and put the garment aside. The small, elegant woman stood, dusting off her dress before eying her son with a thoughtful look. "Wufei...do you remember that nursery rhyme your father taught you and Meiran when you were children?"
Wufei nodded hesitantly. "We used to sing it all the time...why?"
"Sing it for me now," His mother ordered softly.
Still confused, Wufei sang quietly, "ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?"
"A note higher," his mother said. "But stay quiet."
Wufei nodded and continued singing. "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full."
Wufei's mother smiled. "Perfect. Now say your line again, just as you sang."
Wufei a moment before understanding dawned. "I'm sorry. I don't speak much English." He sang softly.
Wufei's father stood and put an arm around his wife. "That's very good."
Wufei thought it over and tested it a few times while his mother gathered up his dress. She handed it to him. "Try this on, tell me how it fits."
Wufei nodded and hefted the bundle. "Why is it so heavy?" he asked.
"The sandbags." His mother said, turning to leave.
"Sandbags..?" Wufei rustled through the folds of fabric and found what seemed to be to be to pouches of sand, sewn onto a band of fabric.
"They will be your breasts."
Wufei reddened. Was it from anger or embarrassment? Most likely, a little of both.
~()~
Duo giggled and Quatre blushed. Duo was lying quite comfortably with his head on Trowa's lap, and Quatre was snuggled against Trowa's side. The ceiling fan whirred softly, the created breeze running soft fingers through Trowa's ruffled hair as he paused, thinking about where the story was going.
Duo looked up. "Yo Tro', don't tell me you're stopping there!"
Trowa frowned. "Well...what next? I've hit a small hitch..."
"Well, what about the princess? And the Prince?" Quatre asked, looking up at Trowa.
Trowa settled back down. "Well..." Trowa thought for a moment, and then smiled softly. "Well, at the castle, Princess Hilde-"
"Hilde!" Duo sat up, grinning.
Trowa smiled at Duo before continuing the story.
~()~
Princess Hilde was buzzing around the castle, checking to make sure everything was perfect for her coming birthday party. After weeks of preparation, the day had come. The day was clear and warm, summer being near. Hilde stood in the middle of a large room, where the party was going to be for the most part.
She was grinning ear to ear, watching the servants decorate. Long, brightly colored cloth banners went from one side of the room to the other, hundreds of candles were placed and ready for lighting once night fell. Outside, numerous piles of wood littered the castle grounds, also ready to be lit when the time came.
Everything was perfect...
Hilde clapped her hands and laughed. "Perfect!"
"Your highness!" a woman in her late twenties called out, walking swiftly towards the princess.
Hilde turned and smiled at the woman, running over to give her a big hug. "Oh! Aunty Une! Doesn't it look great?"
Une gave Hilde a stern look. "You know you're not supposed to call me that."
Hilde rolled her eyes and pulled her nursemaid over to the center of the room. "Just look! Everything's going to be so great! And so many people are coming! I'm so excited!" Hilde was nearly jumping with joy as she squeezed poor Une.
Une couldn't help the small smile that crept to her lips. "Well, you'd best get ready soon. You don't want to be in your under things when the guests arrive."
Hilde sighed. "Yes aunty."
"Hush with that! You'll get me in trouble!" Une scolded, gently shooing the girl out of the bustling room.
Hilde giggled. "Alright, alright...Wait!" Hilde stopped and looked over her shoulder at Une. "Have you seen my brother?"
Une stopped pushing and frowned, though her eyes were smiling. "No, but I know where he is."
Hilde sighed. "Of course...do you know if he's comin' to the party?"
Une's eyes lost their smile. The frown was a real one. "Hilde..."
Hilde slumped. "Don't hold my breath..." she mumbled.
Hating to see the usually cheerful princess look so down, Une put an arm around the shorter girl in a rare show of affection. "Why don't you go talk to him? Maybe you can persuade him?"
Hilde smiled up at Une and gave her a tight hug. "Alright!" Letting go, Hilde raced away, waving back at Une and calling: "Thanks Aunty!"
Une frowned and held up a hand to the retreating girl. "That girls going to be the death of me..." she breathed.
Hilde ran past the palace servants who were working diligently to get the place ready for the night. She didn't slow until she was out into the castle yard, far past most of the activity. In the distance she saw two figures and laughed sadly, shaking her head.
"Figures."
Hilde slowed to a walk as she neared the two men. She stopped and crossed her arms when she was a fair distance away, and waited for them to notice her presence.
Her brother and his opponent were sparing, with her brother obviously being the better. His blonde partner threw a punch at his face. Hilde's brother blocked easily and dropped, sweeping his leg under, making the blonde stumble and fall.
The blonde laughed, his voice deep and rich. "Your victory...again, Heero." He started to sit up, but grunted and fell back into the grass. "On second thought, I should stay here a moment." He smiled and looked over to the previously ignored Princess. "Hilde! When did you get her?"
Hilde smiled sweetly and walked closer. "Good afternoon, Zechs. I came about when you were dumped on your ass." She said as sweet as she smiled.
Zechs laughed and shook his head. "Such language isn't appropriate for young girls, much less royalty. Where did you learn such profanity?"
"If I told you, she'd get in trouble." Hilde answered.
"What do you want?" Heero asked dully, offering Zechs a hand.
Hilde pouted. "Nice to see you too, dear brother." She said sarcastically.
Zechs laughed and took Heero's hand to pull himself up. When he was righted, he cleared his throat. "Well, I'll leave you two in favor for a bath. I would like to say good match Heero, but I don't think I deserve it. I don't see why you still ask me to spar."
"You're the only one who's a slight challenge." Heero explained, still glaring at Hilde.
Zechs shook his head. "Slight is better then nothing, I suppose. We shall have to find you a suitable opponent." He bowed slightly to Heero before turning to Hilde. "I will see you later tonight. Save a dance for me?"
Hilde smiled. "Sure."
Zechs bowed. "I look forward to it." He left with a small wave to the siblings.
Hilde waved back. Heero didn't.
Zechs was one of the nobles who stayed at the castle. Hilde and Heero had known him for as long as Hilde could remember. When Zechs was in his early teens, his father died, leaving him on his own with his younger sister, Relena. They had moved into the castle until Zechs was old enough to care for his father's land. Hilde often wondered when he was going back, though she didn't really want him to leave. It was well known that Zechs preferred the company of other men, but that didn't stop him from flirting with everything that moved. He was one of Hilde's favorite people.
Out of the corner of her eye, Hilde saw Heero walking away in the other direction. She turned and jogged after him. "Heero! Wait!"
Heero didn't slow and Hilde had to keep jogging just to keep up. "What do you want?" Heero asked again.
"You know, my birthday's today." Hilde informed.
"Happy birthday." Heero said, not really sounding like he meant it.
"Thanks," Hilde said sarcastically. "I'm willing to forgive you for forgetting if you come to my party."
"I didn't forget."
"Will you come anyway?"
"No."
"Please??" Hilde grabbed Heero's arm and stopped jogging. "I want you to come!"
Heero stopped and looked at Hilde blankly. "Why?"
"Because you're my brother and you should come to my birthday party!"
"And?"
Hilde sighed. "Alright, alright...the truth is that my friend is going to be there-"
"No." Heero said firmly and started walking again.
"But you should meet new people! You need friends that you don't beat the crap out of!" Hilde whined, running after Heero again.
"Zechs is right about your language."
Hilde rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. So will you come?"
"No."
"Heero!" she grabbed his arm again, wincing when he turned and glared at her. "Please?" she begged softly. "I'm worried about you..." Hilde frowned softly.
Heero stopped glaring and sighed. He may not like his sister, but he did love her. "Fine. One hour."
"Thank you Heero!!" Hilde cried with a grin, latching on to Heero.
Heero sighed and tried to pry Hilde off, wondering how he got her for a sister.
~()~
Trowa stopped and looked down at his roommates. "That's it."
"Wha'??" Duo sat up and pouted. "But what about the ball??"
"Duo, it's already 12 and I haven't eaten," Trowa explained, taking his arm off Quatre and standing.
Duo blinked. "Really? But I'm not-" Before he finished, Duo's stomach growled so loudly that Trowa, who was already near the door, could hear it. "Hungry..." Duo finished, blushing slightly. "Guess I didn't notice..."
Trowa laughed softly and Quatre giggled.
Quatre bounced off the bed. "I'll make lunch so Trowa can keep telling the story." He offered, smiling brightly at Trowa as he past him and went out the door.
Duo grinned and stumbled towards the door, but got his leg caught in a sheet on the way there. "Ack!" Duo exclaimed as he tripped and started to fall. Trowa quickly caught him before he hit the floor and helped him untangle his leg.
"Heh, thanks Tro'..." Duo said as Trowa threw the sheet back onto the bed. Duo's cheeks burned and he played with his braid.
Trowa smiled. "Lets go eat." He said softly, walking out of the room.
Duo grinned and followed.
Once they were settled in the kitchen, with Duo and Trowa at the table drinking coffee, and Quatre starting on their lunch, Trowa took a deep breath and picked the story up from where he left off.
~()~
And so came time for Wufei to leave home. He kissed his mother on the cheek, nodded to his father and with a bundle under his arm, left his home to find a husband.
He walked through the woods as slowly as he could go, knowing that he shouldn't be late, but not wanting to have to change any time soon. He walked through the calming noises of the forest in twilight. The sun was sinking faster then Wufei wished it too, he knew that he would soon have to stop and change into his dress. He was nearing the castle.
Finally away from home, Wufei's mind started to analyze the situation. He was going to cross-dress to fool some old man into marrying him for his money.
Wufei's feet stopped moving.
"I'm doing what??" he hissed at himself, his face burning.
The days of preparation had gone by so fast, Wufei hadn't had the time to stop and seriously think about what he was doing. While the reason he was doing it was a good one, and kept him from running back home, it wasn't quite enough to make him at all want to do it.
With sheer willpower, Wufei made himself walk forward.
'This is for Meiran...for Meiran...for Meiran...'
Light started seeping through the trees, Wufei knew that meant he was at the end of the forest. He slowed to a stop and reluctantly pulled the bundle from his arm. He set it on a nearby fallen log and drew out his clothes and 'accessories'. Wufei glared at the sandbag breasts for a few moments, almost thinking of leaving them behind. But with a sigh, he removed his clothes, and hung the breasts around his neck. One more moment of glaring before Wufei carefully picked up his dress.
His mother had taken much care in sewing his dress. She had even used some of the precious silk that she had brought from home. The dress was dark green, with golden clasps, and fit Wufei too tightly for his taste. Wufei slipped it on, his subconscious relishing in the feel of cool silk on warm skin. He was about to roll up the bundle to hide, when he noticed a few small things tucked into the folds. He frowned slightly and picked them up. There was a small mirror, a comb, a few containers of make up, a small glass vile and a note.
Wufei took out the note and read:
I know we didn't practice this, I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Try the make up, you can wash it off if you can't get it right.
Wufei, your father and I are extremely sorry that you have to do this. I hope you will someday forgive us.
- Mother
Wufei sighed, put down the note and picked up the comb. He vaguely remembered his mother wearing it on special occasions. It was small and old, though obviously well taken care off. The gold shown brightly, and the three small emeralds were newly polished. Wufei's heart ached.
'Meiran should be wearing this...' he thought. 'It should have been her wedding gift...it should be her heirloom...' Wufei closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'No! That's why I'm here. This will be her heirloom, I'll give it to her on her wedding day.'
With renewed resolve, Wufei got himself ready for the party. He managed the makeup fairly well, though he wished he had paid more attention when his mother used to put it on. He put the comb in his hair and turned to the vile. He pulled out the stopper and cautiously sniffed at the contents. A familiar smell flooded his nose. It was his mother's perfume.
Wufei wrinkled his nose and plugged the vile again.
It may be small, but he felt he had to hold on to that one last strand of masculinity.
Wufei bundled everything up and hid it. Looking around, he memorized where it was and with nothing left to stall, Wufei walked towards the forest's edge.
~()~
Quatre slid the plate full of sandwiches into the middle of the table and sat with a sigh. "Poor Wufei."
Duo grinned and grabbed and sandwich for each hand. He shoved half of one in his mouth, chewed and swallowed before speaking. "Yeah, he has to wear chick clothes."
"Well, yes... but also his sister is really sick! He seems to be worried about her," Quatre said. He picked up a sandwich and delicately picked at it as Duo shoved the other half of his in his mouth.
"You're going to choke," Trowa warned Duo. "Slow down."
Duo grinned and swallowed. "Don't worry Tro', I've swallowed more at one time in my lifetime," he said with a wink.
Quatre blushed brightly and Trowa was silent as Duo laughed and started on his left hand's sandwich.
When Quatre could speak, he turned to Trowa. "So back to the story."
Trowa sighed and started again.
~()~
The party was in full swing. The music was playing and people were dancing, talking, drinking and generally having a good time. Hilde was beaming. Her birthday party couldn't have turned out better. She hadn't seen so many people in her life. Men and women of all ages were crowded in to the large room, and even more were out in the yard. The low murmur of hundreds of voices was music to Hilde's ears as she and her best friend Dorothy moved about the room, followed by her guards.
"The party is absolutely wonderful, your highness!" Dorothy exclaimed, clutching onto her friend's arm. "You did such a great job! And you look stunning tonight."
Hilde smiled at the blonde. "Thanks Dorothy! And stop with the highness stuff. Come on, I'll introduce you to Heero."
"But I want to stay with you, Hilde," Dorothy said, holding Hilde tighter.
"Nonsense, you'll love Heero."
Heero himself was sitting at his throne, looking bored out of his mind.
'Why did I tell her I would spend an hour in this hellhole? I was ready to go fifteen minutes before it started...' Heero thought, ignoring the flirting looks he was getting from passing partygoers. He looked over to see his sister dragging her friend over towards him. 'So this is the one...'
"Heero!" Hilde dragged the girl over and pushed her towards the prince. "This is the friend I was telling you about, Dorothy Catalonia."
Dorothy bowed. "It's an honor to meet you, your highness," she said dully.
Heero nodded.
Hilde sighed and rubbed her temples. "Why don't you two dance? I have to find Zechs before he disappears with one of the servants again, he owes me a dance."
Both Dorothy and Heero glared at Hilde at the word dance, though Hilde only addressed Heero's. "Please?" she begged.
"The agreement didn't include dancing." Heero stated.
"I don't want to trouble him. I don't even dance well," Dorothy said quickly.
"But you were saying you wanted to dance earlier!" Hilde exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.
"With you..." Dorothy mumbled under her breath.
Hilde didn't catch it, but Heero did. The prince raised and eyebrow for a moment before turning to his sister. "Fine. One dance."
"Thanks Heero!" Hilde said, grinning. "I'm gonna go find Zechs!" With that, the girl ran off.
Dorothy watched her go with a scowl.
Heero stood and held out a hand, figuring it was best to get it over with. Besides, maybe after dancing, Hilde would let him leave early without any trouble...maybe.
Dorothy growled and reluctantly took it. Heero led her to the middle of the room where the dancers were. They danced as far apart as comfortably possible, both looking as though they would rather be anywhere but there. As they slowly waltzed in small circles, Heero regarded Dorothy carefully. He vaguely remembered his sister mentioning her name.
'They must be good friends...' Heero thought. 'And Dorothy's less then subtle hints prove that that's as far as it go... despite her wishes...'
The song ended and the dancing partners mutually decided that one dance was all that was needed. Heero bowed his head slightly and started to walk away. Dorothy was already running off, probably off to find her 'friend'. Heero was walking back to his thrown, trying to figure out how much longer he had promised to stay, when something made him stop.
Amongst the heavy perfumes of the party goers, something made it's way through and tickled at Heero's senses... a scent that was fresh and clean, with a hint of something wild...
Heero looked around, unsure of what it was that drew him to the scent. He caught another breath of it and turned, just in time to see a flash of green before it disappeared, along with the scent that lured Heero to it's master.
~()~
After lunch, Quatre, acting rather unlike himself, left the dishes on the table and helped Duo drag Trowa towards the living room.
"No interruptions! Keep talking! Keep talking!" Quatre urged as they shuffled Trowa over the couch.
Trowa chuckled lightly and went on.
~()~
Wufei cautiously made his way through the people, keeping his head up just enough to see where he was going. The music and voices were grating at Wufei's nerves, making him irritable and frustrated. He grounded his teeth together and tried to think.
'How am I supposed to find this...husband? This magical man that will appear out of nowhere to make our lives better...idiot parents, did they even think this through?' Usually very respectful of his parents, Wufei was surprised at his own thoughts. 'Calm down and think! How do I find someone? I suppose I could find the oldest carcass in here and work my way down to the younger ones...'
Wufei sighed and stopped to look around. Everyone looked young and energetic...how was he going to find-
"You, Stop." A voice commanded from behind Wufei.
'Shit!!' Wufei froze, his eyes wide. 'I've already been caught?!'
Wufei slowly turned, keeping his head down. "Yes?" his voice sounded harsh in his ears.
'Idiot!!'
Wufei cleared his throat and sang softly, "yes?"
Nothing was returned. After a few moments of silence, Wufei chanced a glance up.
He looked up right into a pair of intense, cold blue eyes. He stared for a few seconds before the corner of his eye caught purple... Wufei looked down to see that the person wore a purple sash. He was royalty.
Wufei quickly bowed low. "Forgive me," he sang softly.
'Shit, Wufei! You stared him right in the eyes! You could get yourself killed!'
"Stand up," the man ordered.
Wufei quickly obeyed, though something nipped at his mind. Wufei stood straight, though he kept his head down. His father had told him a long time ago that an old king used to kill anyone on the spot who looked him in the eyes.
After nearly a minute, another order came. "Look at me." This one sounded...different...though it was so slight Wufei wasn't even sure that it was different.
Fear tried to take a hold of Wufei, but the boy forced him self to be calm and slowly raised his eyes to meet those of royalty. It took every ounce of willpower Wufei had to keep his gaze.
The blue-eyed young man regarded him for a moment, making Wufei nervous. To take his mind of the unusual treatment, Wufei quickly did the same. The boy who stopped him looked to be about Wufei's age, and almost exactly his height. He had brown hair and eyes that made Wufei nervous with their intensity. He wore all black, except for the sash, the only thing that gave away his royal blood. He wore no embellishments or jewelry of any kind. Everything was clean, wrinkle free and...well, plain.
"What's your name?" The blue-eyed boy asked.
"Chang Wufei, your highness," Wufei answered automatically, without a thought about his name being a male name.
"Odd name."
Wufei had to keep himself from getting angry. "I am sorry. My family came from far away. I don't speak much English." He sang softly, trying hard to keep what was left of his anger out of his voice.
The boy nodded slightly. "I am Heero, your Prince." He said dully before looking around. "Dance with me."
Wufei felt as though his heart was now pumping ice. Half of him was relieved that he wasn't caught. The other half was afraid now to dance with the prince...and not happy to have to dance with this dull and blatantly rude prince.
But he bowed and followed Heero, seething at just about everything that got him into this situation. Heero stopped, turned and held out his hand. Reluctantly, Wufei bowed and took it. When Heero put his hand on his waist, Wufei felt a prickle of uncertainty. He had practiced this over and over, but with his mother and father, not with a stranger...
Not with a stranger that also happened to be another man.
'Oh god...'
~()~
Trowa's voice slowly trailed off as soft snores drifted to his ears. Trowa looked down at the two dozing faces and smiled softly. He carefully slid out from under the other boy's arms.
Duo and Quatre made soft noises of protest before getting comfortable and falling back asleep.
Trowa's eyes softened as he watched the two for a moment before shaking his head and leaving them to nap.
To be continued
Next Chapter:
In which Wufei unwilling spends more time with our Prince Not-So-Charming.