Because some very nice people reviewed and requested that I continue this
small piece of fluff, here is a little more for all.
By the way I happened to find a great information site about GW, in it they said that despite his intelligence Wufei actually has a little potty-mouth, well apparently during battle and other stressful situations it is a very BIG potty-mouth. It's something about how he speaks in a common or vulgar form of Japanese. So I will attempt, I repeat 'attempt' to use a bit of that to try to keep everyone in character. Have him use 'shit' and 'damn' and such but only when he is speaking in Japanese or English which unless specifically stated is what everyone will be using. Remember Wufei was a scholar so he should be able to speak several different languages.
Smart guys are so sexy.
Disclaimer: Again I do not own anything so please don't make with the violent suing.
Untitled
By -Tea
When Wufei woke later the same morning he was still firmly wrapped in Duo's arms, he then continued to lie there until rational thought made itself known.
By all the Little Gods, what am I thinking! He screamed in his own mind as he sat up quickly, pulling away from the warm and comfort.
Looking over to where the other pilots had been earlier, he noticed that instead of three there was now only two. Trowa had woken up.
Pulling away even more, he slipped from his sleeping bag and made his way out of the bedroom. Pausing at the door he glanced back over his shoulder. When he had gotten up Duo had taken hold of and curled himself into the now empty sleeping bag.
Walking into the kitchen, Wufei was not overly surprised to find the missing pilot making breakfast. Nodding at each other Wufei slipped into his seat from the night before.
As calm and silent as ever Trowa turned to look at him from his place at the stove.
"Why reject what is freely given?"
Wufei blinked dark eyes at him.
All had come to understand that when the tall European chose to talk he never said anything meaningless, as though he stored up his words, his questions for when he believed them to be truly needed. He calmly watched everything that occurred around him and thus was often very insightful.
Bearing this in mind Wufei gave the question due consideration, glossing over the first and obvious meaning and looked deeper. Why did he not except? Why did he never reach back out to the other pilots whenever any offer of friendship was extended?
As he turned the question over in his mind, Trowa went back to cooking, giving the now silent Chinese youth a measure of privacy to think. Wufei realized that this was a perfect example of the respect and kindness offered by the other pilots. So why did he never return the same curtsies?
The only thing that came to mind was a field of wildflowers.
"Even though she was my wife I didn't love her, nor she me, but she was my friend." He said in French, the soft words falling into the gentle silence of the kitchen.
Trowa removed the pan from the stovetop and turning gave Wufei his full attention, nodding for him to continue.
Truly looking at the other pilot, Wufei saw his calmness, his patience and his acceptance.
"By ancient old tradition, ours was an arranged marriage." Here he paused, sorting out what he wanted to say, what he wanted to reveal.
"I, I had been trained in the ways of the scholars; reading, writing, memorization and deciphering, everything from my native Chinese and most basic of math to advanced physics and languages." Again he paused, letting a small smile curve along his lips. "But this does not mean I wasn't trained in the martial arts, that training was as serious as all the rest."
Watching him, Trowa realized that it was true smile that he was seeing on his fellow plot's face. Pride and happiness for accomplishments long past. Then he turned serious.
"But Meilin was different. She was the last in a long line of warriors, stretching back centuries, long before the thought of the colonies was even conceived. She was determined to be the best, to live up to her chosen warrior name. Unfortunately having a scholar for a husband was not part of her plan. She could never have loved me, but again this doesn't mean we were not friends." Here Wufei stopped again as though caught in his memories.
"Meilin finally had the chance to prove herself when our colony came under attack. She ran to meet the enemy while I stayed behind." Trowa could hear the condemnation in Wufei's voice.
"She was severely wounded, barely making it back inside the colony. She awoke that day as Meilin, but it was Nataku who died in my arms."
It was then that Wufei looked up, and Trowa nearly gasped at the pain reflected in the dark eyes. A whisper a memory came to him, overhearing Wufei talking to his Gundam, calling it, calling it Nataku. Naming it for the dead wife he could not save. From there it was easy for Trowa to then understand why Wufei would always say that women were weak and should not fight, he did not want to see them die.
"She was my first friend, one that I fought for long and hard. She was the best, better then you could imagine and yet she died." It was there that Wufei stopped talking, it was there that Trowa understood.
The two of them sat in the quiet kitchen, then Heero walked in.
"Some times the risk is worth the pain. We cannot promise not to die, but we will remain ever at your side. We fight together, we bleed together, we will survive together " So saying this the normally taciturn pilot placed a cup of hot tea in front of the quiet Chinese youth and sitting next to him, sipped at his own.
Nodding once in agreement Trowa went back to his stove and his pots and pans.
Sitting in the kitchen, listening to the gentle noises of life around him Wufei considered Heero's words. Sometimes the risk was worth the pain. Do I dare the pain though? Looking around him as a pair of still sleepy boys stumbled into the kitchen lead by the smells from Trowa's pans, he considered.
Picking up his tea he nodded his head once. Yes.
By the way I happened to find a great information site about GW, in it they said that despite his intelligence Wufei actually has a little potty-mouth, well apparently during battle and other stressful situations it is a very BIG potty-mouth. It's something about how he speaks in a common or vulgar form of Japanese. So I will attempt, I repeat 'attempt' to use a bit of that to try to keep everyone in character. Have him use 'shit' and 'damn' and such but only when he is speaking in Japanese or English which unless specifically stated is what everyone will be using. Remember Wufei was a scholar so he should be able to speak several different languages.
Smart guys are so sexy.
Disclaimer: Again I do not own anything so please don't make with the violent suing.
Untitled
By -Tea
When Wufei woke later the same morning he was still firmly wrapped in Duo's arms, he then continued to lie there until rational thought made itself known.
By all the Little Gods, what am I thinking! He screamed in his own mind as he sat up quickly, pulling away from the warm and comfort.
Looking over to where the other pilots had been earlier, he noticed that instead of three there was now only two. Trowa had woken up.
Pulling away even more, he slipped from his sleeping bag and made his way out of the bedroom. Pausing at the door he glanced back over his shoulder. When he had gotten up Duo had taken hold of and curled himself into the now empty sleeping bag.
Walking into the kitchen, Wufei was not overly surprised to find the missing pilot making breakfast. Nodding at each other Wufei slipped into his seat from the night before.
As calm and silent as ever Trowa turned to look at him from his place at the stove.
"Why reject what is freely given?"
Wufei blinked dark eyes at him.
All had come to understand that when the tall European chose to talk he never said anything meaningless, as though he stored up his words, his questions for when he believed them to be truly needed. He calmly watched everything that occurred around him and thus was often very insightful.
Bearing this in mind Wufei gave the question due consideration, glossing over the first and obvious meaning and looked deeper. Why did he not except? Why did he never reach back out to the other pilots whenever any offer of friendship was extended?
As he turned the question over in his mind, Trowa went back to cooking, giving the now silent Chinese youth a measure of privacy to think. Wufei realized that this was a perfect example of the respect and kindness offered by the other pilots. So why did he never return the same curtsies?
The only thing that came to mind was a field of wildflowers.
"Even though she was my wife I didn't love her, nor she me, but she was my friend." He said in French, the soft words falling into the gentle silence of the kitchen.
Trowa removed the pan from the stovetop and turning gave Wufei his full attention, nodding for him to continue.
Truly looking at the other pilot, Wufei saw his calmness, his patience and his acceptance.
"By ancient old tradition, ours was an arranged marriage." Here he paused, sorting out what he wanted to say, what he wanted to reveal.
"I, I had been trained in the ways of the scholars; reading, writing, memorization and deciphering, everything from my native Chinese and most basic of math to advanced physics and languages." Again he paused, letting a small smile curve along his lips. "But this does not mean I wasn't trained in the martial arts, that training was as serious as all the rest."
Watching him, Trowa realized that it was true smile that he was seeing on his fellow plot's face. Pride and happiness for accomplishments long past. Then he turned serious.
"But Meilin was different. She was the last in a long line of warriors, stretching back centuries, long before the thought of the colonies was even conceived. She was determined to be the best, to live up to her chosen warrior name. Unfortunately having a scholar for a husband was not part of her plan. She could never have loved me, but again this doesn't mean we were not friends." Here Wufei stopped again as though caught in his memories.
"Meilin finally had the chance to prove herself when our colony came under attack. She ran to meet the enemy while I stayed behind." Trowa could hear the condemnation in Wufei's voice.
"She was severely wounded, barely making it back inside the colony. She awoke that day as Meilin, but it was Nataku who died in my arms."
It was then that Wufei looked up, and Trowa nearly gasped at the pain reflected in the dark eyes. A whisper a memory came to him, overhearing Wufei talking to his Gundam, calling it, calling it Nataku. Naming it for the dead wife he could not save. From there it was easy for Trowa to then understand why Wufei would always say that women were weak and should not fight, he did not want to see them die.
"She was my first friend, one that I fought for long and hard. She was the best, better then you could imagine and yet she died." It was there that Wufei stopped talking, it was there that Trowa understood.
The two of them sat in the quiet kitchen, then Heero walked in.
"Some times the risk is worth the pain. We cannot promise not to die, but we will remain ever at your side. We fight together, we bleed together, we will survive together " So saying this the normally taciturn pilot placed a cup of hot tea in front of the quiet Chinese youth and sitting next to him, sipped at his own.
Nodding once in agreement Trowa went back to his stove and his pots and pans.
Sitting in the kitchen, listening to the gentle noises of life around him Wufei considered Heero's words. Sometimes the risk was worth the pain. Do I dare the pain though? Looking around him as a pair of still sleepy boys stumbled into the kitchen lead by the smells from Trowa's pans, he considered.
Picking up his tea he nodded his head once. Yes.