Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam or the Weiss boys. I just own the twisted mind that plays with them.
Dragon's Desire
Chapter 3
Aya scanned the few pieces of mail as he sat at the kitchen table, waiting for Omi to finish cooking dinner. Bill, flyer, bill…. The pale blue envelope addressed to him caused the slightest smile to pull at the corners of his mouth. He didn't need to see the address to know who it was from. He recognized the neat script. Wufei.
He placed the Koneko's mail on the counter and went up to his room to read his letter.
It makes me happy to know you enjoyed the book. My editor was concerned that the subject matter was too much of a deviation from my usual fare. I tried to explain to her that good writing will always speak for itself, no matter the subject matter or author. But she's concerned my built-in fan base won't be too receptive. As a member of that distinguished group, what do you think?
I'm sure you'll be getting very busy soon with Mother's Day quickly approaching, but I hope to hear from you soon. I enjoyed your quote very much. Here's one from me to you.
"I am a galley slave to pen and ink." -Honore de Balzac
Wufei
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I think you are the first person I have written to in years. And I think you are one of the few people who could appreciate that. Everyone uses email now and I find it so impersonal. I realize it has its useful place in our society now, but I fear we are losing something in the process. In my eyes, there's nothing like receiving a letter in the mail that someone has taken the time to write. It tells me that this person thinks I am worth the effort.
Life has been pretty quiet at the Koneko since Mother's Day. I hate to admit it, but I am almost bored. I know I should cherish these rare quiet spells, and I've tried to take advantage by taking weekend trips to the beach, taking the time to cook nice meals and I've actually sat down and watched some movies with Omi and Yohji.
I hope this letter finds you well. I saw that your book is selling well so that must make you happy. Don't rub it in your editor's face too much. Very unprofessional.
It's getting late and I have to open tomorrow so I will end my letter here. Goodnight Wufei.
Aya
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I considered myself lucky that you read and enjoyed my books. And yes, I was thrilled when I received your first letter in the mail. But after your last letter...I knew I enjoyed writing to you, but it made me smile to know you placed the same significance on our correspondence as I did. You are most definitely worth the effort Aya.
I wish I could be there to help alleviate your boredom. Or at the very least, help eat those dinners you've been cooking. From what I heard at Duo and Ken's dinner party, you are quite the cook. Maybe you could cook for me someday?
I'll be leaving on a short book tour soon and won't be home for two months. I'll try my very best to write you, but I won't be able to read your letter until I return. At least I'll have something to look forward to when I return home.
Enjoy your quiet days and be mindful of the dangers that excitement can bring.
Wufei
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When Aya finished reading Wufei's letter, he felt the need to sit down and respond right away, hoping his letter would reach the novelist before he left for two months. Wait a minute. Why am I rushing to respond? Aya frowned and ran a hand over his face. Gods, I can't believe I've let these letters become so important. It's silly!
Aya sat back in his desk chair and stared at the paper and pen. Surely he had time to respond to Wufei's letter. The man was going to be gone for two months. But that means I won't get a letter for probably three months. He said he'd try to write me but I'm sure he'll be too busy.
Aya growled at his sudden disappointment of not getting mail from Wufei for three months and got up from his desk to take a shower. When he returned to his room, the pen and paper always seemed to be in his line of vision. He couldn't avoid them. Alright! I'll just send him a quick letter wishing him well on the tour. Aya sat at his desk and began a letter to Wufei, a small smile on his face.
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The driver was putting his bags in the trunk when the mailman arrived. Wufei took the mail and got into the car, tossing it on the seat, deciding to sift through it later. As the car pulled out of his driveway, he glanced over as the mail shifted and he caught sight of a small, plain white envelop with very familiar print. Aya. He immediately snatched it up and began to read.
Aya was starting to open up in his letters and it delighted Wufei that the private assassin trusted him with his thoughts, however mundane or insignificant they may seem. Aya was talking to him. That's what mattered. Maybe I can rearrange my schedule and stop by to see him during the tour.
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What does it mean? What good is coming of this? He stared at the unopened blue envelop that had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. Normally, as soon as he received Wufei's letter he opened it and eagerly read what the novelist had to say. But he hadn't gotten to the mail fast enough yesterday and Yohji had sifted through the stack of envelopes.
"Well well. Looks like you've got another letter from Chang Aya."
Aya reached out for the blue envelop but Yohji pulled it back, out of reach.
"Not so fast fearless leader. What's going on between you two?"
Aya glared at Yohji, knowing that fighting the assassin was not the answer, so he stood there, body so tense it hurt.
"This is none of your business Yohji. Give me the letter now or you may suffer a very unfortunate accident on our next mission."
Shit, look at him. I don't think he's bluffing. Yohji stared blankly at Aya as he handed the letter over. Aya took the letter and disappeared upstairs. He didn't bother to read it. He just put it on his desk and went back downstairs to work. It was the first of Wufei's letters he hadn't read right away. Yohji's comments had left a bad taste in his mouth. He had tainted Aya's enthusiasm for Wufei's letters by making him question their purpose.
So he left it on his desk all day yesterday and through breakfast today. And now he sat staring at the small blue envelop. These letters have become important to me. I guess Wufei has become a friend of sorts. Can you become friends through letters? I wonder what Wufei thinks? And what about what happened at the wedding? He hasn't mentioned it in his letters. Was it just the moment? Why did it mean something to me? It was just a dance. And these are just letters. I'm being stupid letting Yohji get to me.
Aya walked over to the desk and opened the letter, a sense of relief washing over him as his eyes read the familiar neat script.
To be continued…..
Ok, I know there wasn't a whole lot going on in this chapter, but it was a necessary evil to advance the story. The next chapter will be much more interesting and longer, I promise.