Hello everyone!
I was sorta afraid of my chapter being swallowed up in a mass upload after FF.net started working again, which is what happened to my last chapter, I think ^_^;; so I waited on this one, sorry! But here it is, chapter five for you!

Hope you like it ^_^
-Nikki no / \"kA

Name: Story Time With Trowa or Once Upon a Cross Dresser
Author: Nataku's Child
Archive: Nikki's Realm http://www.geocities.com/mageofthewinds/
Feedback: Of course ^_^ Nataku@linkline.com
Couples: 1+5 and 2+3+4 are making their way in slowly ^_^;;;
In this chapter: S+9 and 2x4 implications, and a lil' 2+3 ^__^

Warning: Shounen-ai and cussing ^_^ my two favorite things
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 Five

It was around eight when Trowa silently rounded up the other two boys and led them upstairs. Duo and Quatre didn't ask any questions as they were led into Trowa's room, only jumped over to him once Trowa was settled on his bed.

Quatre curled next to Trowa, and Duo behind him, idly playing with the curls of blonde hair on Quatre's neck.

Quatre blushed slightly but tilted his neck slightly into Duo's touch.

Trowa's lips twitched, but he didn't comment, only cleared his throat and picked up the story again.

~()~

Quinze stepped out of the black carriage with a look that gave one the impression that something nearby reeked terribly. He looked around the small village with a look of unbearable disgust, his eyes searching for someone to talk to that looked at least slightly intelligent.

It was hot out and the place had dirty children running around and laughing. In Quinze's opinion, children were only bearable if they were clean, silent and nowhere near him.

This was the third village he had been too, and he was getting quite tired of running this silly and pointless errand. The prince's instructions had only been to go find one 'Chang Wufei' in a west village...

...Of course, the prince didn't take the time to learn about his future kingdom and didn't know that there were at least four western villages... Nearby.

Quinze spotted a dark haired woman coming out of a rather large house. She looked clean enough...

"Excuse me, you, woman." Quinze called, walking quickly over to the woman.

The woman looked over his way, her eyebrow raised. She wore loose pants and a large man's shirt made of a thin fabric. Her thick purplish hair was cut short. In fact, the only thing that gave away as a woman was her bust, which was evident because the woman's shirt wasn't buttoned up all the way.

Quinze quickly looked away once he was in front of her. "Pardon me, but I'm looking for a young girl who might live near here, a Miss Wufei."

The woman crossed her arms over her chest, and Quinze allowed himself to look back at her. The woman looked at him oddly. "Wufei? You mean Mr. Chang's-"

"Noin!" A woman's voice called from inside. "Did you get them?" a woman walked out of the house. She had blonde hair that fell in twists on each shoulder. Her clothes were more modest then the first woman's, she wore loose pants and a full, thin shirt with a bodice to keep herself...hidden.

The woman looked at Quinze and blinked in surprise. "Oh, hello."

Quinze dipped his head, relieved that he was talking to someone more properly dressed. "Good afternoon."

"He's looking for a girl named Wufei," The woman called 'Noin' informed the blonde.

"Well, actually her name is Chang," Quinze informed them.

Noin laughed. "What? You mean Wufei! And Wufei's not-"

"-Far from here!" the blonde said quickly, smiling at Quinze. "But I can show you where she is." She gave Noin a pointed look on 'she'.

Noin raised an eyebrow. "Sal, what are you-"

"I'll explain later, Dear," she said, not taking her eyes off of Quinze. "Shall we?" she said to him.

Quinze was still caught on 'Sal' calling Noin 'dear', but he nodded. "Please, Miss..." he trailed off.

The blonde woman smiled. "Please, just call me Sally. The Chang house isn't far, only a few minutes walk."

Quinze dipped his head. "Lead the way."

Before they left, Quinze looked back at Noin with a puzzled expression, only to see her starring at him with the exact same look.

~()~

Quatre giggled lightly. "I haven't seen Noin and Sally since the wedding."

Duo raised an eyebrow. "You talk to them all the time."

"That's through vid-phone! It doesn't count...they've been so busy lately... they hardly have time for each other...let alone company..." Quatre sighed.

Duo smiled and pinched Quatre lightly. "They'll be fine, don't worry about them! Worry 'bout 'fei! On with the story Tro'."

~()~

Wufei walked through the woods, his features set in a deep frown.

Hours of meditation and he was still left without any answers. He knew that he had to do something for Meiran, but he was at a loss for what. Maybe he could go with his father into town to search for a job...

"Wufei!"

Wufei looked up to see his mother running through the trees. He was near the house, she must have spotted him walking up. She looked nervous and it wasn't like his mother to...well, run.

"What is it?" Wufei asked worriedly, his former train of thought brining up worries for Meiran.

"Quickly, put these on. I'll explain while you dress," Wufei's mother ordered in a harsh whisper, thrusting a pile of clothes at him.

Wufei frowned as he realized that she had given him his dress from the party, and a horrible feeling of dread settled over him as she started explaining.

"One of the Prince's attendants is here, he says that the prince wants to meet with you," she said. "I don't like this...but we have no choice...try to be careful. If luck is with us, he'll be tired of you after a few hours."

Wufei finished dressing and nodded to his mother. She looked him over and frowned, but nodded back. Wufei followed her out of the woods and into the house, where a middle aged man with a sever expression was waiting with his father and a familiar woman.

"Good morning, Wufei," Sally greeted, an amused smirk on her face.

Wufei simmered inside. "This is a surprise, Miss Po. Or are you going by Noin now too?"

Sally and Wufei had something of a loving rivalry, similar to his with Meiran. Though Wufei and Sally's were more on the rivalry side. Oh, she was probably in heaven. Wufei would be hearing about this one for years.

Sally laughed lightly. "It's still Sally. But on to business, I should be getting back." She stood and bowed to Wufei's mother. "It was nice to see you again, Mrs. Chang, please tell Meiran I said hello."

Wufei's mother smiled. "She will be sorry she missed you. Give my regards to Lucrezia."

Sally smiled, bowed again to Mrs. Chang, winked at Wufei, and then left.

Wufei scowled at the door before turning his attention to the man.

He stood from where he had been sitting and bowed his head slightly. "Miss Chang. I am Quinze, His Royal Highness' servant. Prince Heero would like you to join him this afternoon, I am to escort you."

Wufei gritted his teeth. 'The prince's errand boy is fetching me for a play date...hmm, an afternoon with a personality devoid, spoiled...'

"Shall we?" Quinze held out a hand.

Wufei gritted his teeth and nodded before taking the man's hand.

'If I can make it through this, I can fake my own death in the morning...'

~

'He's going for the right again...he's too predictable.' Heero thought. He easily dodged Zechs' attack and tripped the blonde as he fumbled past. Heero turned and looked down at Zechs.

The blonde groaned and rolled over. "Somehow, I always end up on my back...which in any other case, isn't a bad thing," he added the last with a smirk.

"Your eyes always flick to where you're going to attack," Heero said, ignoring Zechs' comment. "And you twitch before you do. I know when and where you'll attack." Heero crossed his arms.

Zechs sighed propped himself up on his elbows. "Can't we do something that I'm good at?" he asked, giving Heero a look that told him just what skill Zechs was talking about.

"I need a bath." Heero said, turning to leave.

"Perfect, I'll come with you." Zechs said, standing up.

Heero glared.

"Fine! I'll find someone else to bathe with..." Zechs said with a sigh.

Heero was about to leave when someone called out: "Excuse me"

Heero turned sharply. The training room was enclosed, and he hadn't heard anyone come in...

A girl stepped out from some shadows. Her footsteps were silent. "Quinze told me to look for you here."

Recognition hit Heero as the girl stepped into better light. "Chang? How long have you been there?"

~

Wufei had been in the shadows for nearly a half an hour, watching in amazement. Heero moved with sharpness and speed. He delivered blows with strength and precision...yet he held back...

"Only a few moments," Wufei lied, "Quinze told me that I'd find you here...Where did you learn those moves?" Wufei's mind didn't stray far from fighting.

Heero regarded Wufei for a few moments before answering. "We have a teacher here...he instructs the guards in unarmed combat as a requirement. Why?"

"It's different then what I learned. What is that called?"

"Judo...you understood what I said?" Heero asked.

Wufei frowned. "What?"

"What I said about the teacher, you understood?"

Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Yes..."

"You said you couldn't speak English well..."

Wufei's face dropped. 'Shit!!'

"She's modest!" Said the blonde who was still lying on the floor. "What a relief from the vain bitches who parade around here."

Heero stopped staring at Wufei (much to his relief) to scowl at Zechs.

Zechs smirked and stood. "Don't tell Hilde I said that." He turned to Wufei. "I don't believe we've met. Since Heero is about as gentlemanly as a tree stump, I suppose I have to introduce myself. My name is Zechs Merquise. You must be this Chang that I would have heard everything about if it were anybody other then Heero that had an interest in you. It's a pleasure, Miss Wufei." Zechs bowed low.

"Please, just call me Wufei. And Chang is my surname," Wufei said, unimpressed by Zechs' little show.

Zechs straightened. "Is that so? Wufei is a much prettier name, I'm glad to hear it's not your last. Well, I should go. I have to find a bath companion before it gets too late." He winked at Wufei. "I have to catch them before they go home to their wives." With that, the blonde left.

Wufei watched him go with a scowl. 'Wufei is not a pretty name...' He thought. Wufei turned back to Heero, who was already looking his way. It made the hairs on Wufei's neck prickle.

After a moment of silence, Heero walked closer. "You said you learned differently then Judo? What did you learn?"

"Tai Chi Chuan." Wufei answered automatically, mentally shaking out thoughts of Zechs.

"Tai Chi Chuan..." Heero said carefully, trying to pronounce it. "Show me."

Wufei's eyes widened slightly. "Excuse me?"

"We'll have a match." Heero said, moving to the center of the training floor.

Wufei clenched his hands into fists. He had no problem going out there and beating the aggravating prince to a bloody pulp, and he wanted to test himself against...was it Judo? But what if he hurt Heero? Sure, it could mean an end to having to see him, but it could also mean the end of Wufei's life.

"What if I hurt you?" Wufei asked, staying where he was.

Heero snorted. "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Wufei clenched his jaw. 'We'll see about that...'

~()~

"Tro'." Duo whispered.

"Hm?" Trowa looked over.

Duo smiled softly. "He's asleep," he whispered, tilting his head slightly at Quatre.

Trowa looked down to see that Quatre's eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths.

A slight smile tugged at Trowa's lips. He nodded and slid out of bed before bending down and gathering Quatre up in his arms. Trowa carried Quatre into his own room and placed him on the bed.

Duo followed behind. When Trowa took a few steps back, the braided boy stepped forward to tuck Quatre in. He did it gently, with care, kneeling beside the bed even after the blonde was settled.

"He's cute, isn't he?" Duo said softly, keeping his voice low. He tilted his head slightly and lifted a hand to gently caress Quatre's cheek. "And sweet..." His thumb traced over Quatre's lip, before Duo removed his hand and stood up.

He turned and looked at Trowa. A serene, thoughtful look on his face, so unlike the usual joking, boyish expressions he usually held. "Why didn't you push him away, Tro'?"

"Hm?"

Duo took a step forward. "When he kissed you, why didn't you stop him?"

Trowa's lip twitched. "He told you?"

Duo nodded.

"He didn't really give me a chance to," Trowa said softly.

Duo smiled softly and looked down. "What about me?"

A chill went up Trowa's spine. "What?"

"Would you push me away?" Duo asked, looking up.

Trowa didn't answer.

"I'm giving you the chance now..." Duo whispered softly, stepping closer. "You can tell me to stop...if you want to."

Trowa stood still.

Duo grinned wolfishly and took the final step forward. He lifted a hand and placed it on the back of Trowa's neck, gently pulling him down to place a soft kiss on his lips. He held there for a second, grinned against Trowa's mouth, and then pulled back.

"G'Night Tro'." With a wink, Duo was gone.

To be continued!

Next chapter:
In which Wufei and Heero have a roll in the hay... literally.