Eek! I'm back! I have returned from Never-Never-Land once again to bestow this next chapter upon you, and the knowledge that WE ARE HALFWAY DONE! Can ya believe it? Nope, me neither. How stories fly when I'm sleeping for twenty years. Anyway, I wanted to get this out before I head home for the holidays, as I plan on doing nothing more than sleep and eat for awhile, resting up as I think that I have got pneumonia once again. Which sucks! Last time I got it, I was trying to write my diplomas, and had to do so with a stupid IV attached to my wrist. This time, I'm trying to write finals for my college courses…yeah, I know. She's in college?! And her writing is still this bad?! Though, you have to give me some credit, as I actually wrote this when I was in grad eight, and finished it roughly two years later. So it's been sitting around for many years, before being discovered. Anywho, enough of my rambling and on with the fic!
Chapter 8
"Heero! Where have you been?" Relena asked worriedly. Milliardo stood behind her, peering out of the kitchen towards to door through which Heero Yuy had just entered. "We have been so-"
Relena broke off, staring at Heero's clothes. Milliardo was in a similar state of shock, both fully seeing the teen's newly acquired attire.
"Went to drop off Fei's homework," Heero replied, uneasily, shifting in the tight pants that he still wore from the warehouse. He glanced down at himself, grimacing, and started towards his bedroom, intent on changing his clothes to something a little more decent.
As he passed his family, Milliardo calmly stated that the outfit looked well on their brother. Heero glared at him, then at Relena as she agreed, commenting that more outfits should be worn. With a scowl, and a hard glare, Heero stalked off, and a few seconds later, the unmistakable sound of a door being slammed shut was heard.
Wufei sat in his room, meditating, trying to sort through his conflicting thoughts and emotions regarding a certain messy haired boy. The homework that had been handed to him in a daze of events lay on the floor, forgotten. He had dropped it there after returning from the shoot, too distracted with his mind's thoughts to do any type of work. The most prevalent thing on his mind was Heero's ass, encased in those tight pants, hips swaying, captivating him and tempting him.
Heero's so beautiful, if only he could see it. Wufei sighed. Why did Heero hate his own body so much, so ashamed of it? And what the hell is the colour of his eyes?! Wufei put his head in his hands. So distracting…
Tomorrow. Tomorrow he will talk to Heero, try to understand the boy who was constantly on his mind. Yes, he'll convince him to join in at that café down the street, and talk. That's what he'll do…tomorrow.
Heero sat at his table, averting his eyes from the other students. He could hear their whispers, feel their eyes on him. He resolved to eat as quickly as possible.
He stiffened as he felt his presence enter the room, and forced himself to relax. Please go elsewhere, please go away, he pleaded. Apparently the heavens decided to ignore him as Wufei gracefully lowered himself across from the stricken boy.
"Yuy." Wufei's gaze disturbed him, and he tried not to squirm.
"Go away."
Wufei smirked. "No."
Heero's shoulders fell. He had little sleep the night before, and was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He was too tired to deal with any of this today, and so did something that he had prided himself of never doing. He begged. "Please?"
Wufei frowned, not liking the defeated tone of Heero's, and leaned forward to clasp Heero's face in his left hand. Heero sighed, melting into the touch. He jerked back the moment he realized what he was doing. Wufei wouldn't allow him, though, keeping his hand on the other's face. He lightly stoked Heero's cheek with his thumb.
"Heero," Wufei said gently, "we need to talk. You need to talk. There's a nice little café just a block away. After school, meet me there, okay?"
Heero opened his mouth, fully intending to tell the boy off, to go to hell. He was therefore surprised when the word "Yes" came out instead.
Wufei nodded. "Good."
The rest of the day passed quickly, much to Heero's consternation. Why did he agree to Wufei's proposal? He didn't 'need to talk,' and even if he did it would not be to Chang Wufei!
…Then why did he feel so relieved? Heero ran his hands through his hair. He was so confused, not understanding anything anymore. He looked at the clock, perhaps seeking answers. Instead, he got the time. 2:08. Two periods to go. He dropped into his hands, still in his hair.
He had arrived early to class this time, to reclaim his seat. He did not count on Wufei sitting in the desk behind him, or Duo in the front, Quatre to the left and Trowa on his right. Relena was one before Duo.
Heero slumped low into his desk. His face was starting to feel hot from embarrassment. They had seen him in that getup. How will he live that down? Butterflies seemed to have taken up a permanent address in his stomach. He could practically feel Wufei's eyes, and knew that the Chinese youth was staring at him.
"Class! Today we're having a pop-quiz!" Miss Noin handed out the papers. "No talking please."
Heero mentally cheered. There was no way that Wufei could do anything now! He quickly did his test, stretching back when he finished. He almost shouted when he felt a fleeting touch of his outstretched arms. Heero yanked his arms back, placing them on the top of his desk.
"Time's almost up. If you are done, bring them up to my desk," Miss Noin told the class.
Heero got up, hearing Wufei do the same behind him. He tried to ignore him, and got in line to hand in his completed test. Other students jostled him, pushing him back into Wufei.
Wufei was half-turned, talking to Duo behind him, and didn't notice Heero falling towards him, so when he felt a body slam into him, he automatically reached out to catch the person. The hand with the test ended up around the person's shoulders, while the other…the other landed on the ass. Heero's ass. Wufei smirked and squeezed.
Heero jumped, glaring back at Wufei, who blanked his face and shrugged, as if to say 'Hey, I wasn't the one to push you.' Heero threw his test on Miss Noin's desk and, carefully avoiding Wufei, returned to his desk.
"Well, looks like everyone's done, so I think that I'll let you out early!"
Damn! Heero panicked. Since when did Miss Noin ever let class out early?!
"Dismissed!"
Heero practically flew from the classroom, not wanting to confront Wufei, and to gather himself and his thoughts before meeting with the persistent teen.
Wufei watched Heero leave, amused. He left at a leisurely pace, listening as Quatre and Duo compared their answers from the test. Trowa followed behind.
Wufei shoved his books into his locker, eager to leave, hoping that he gave Heero enough time to settle down. Trowa leaned against the lockers beside him, watching him.
"You like him." It was a statement.
Wufei paused, and then turned to Trowa. "What are you talking about?"
"Wufei, you like Heero. We all know." Trowa held up a hand to stop Wufei's protests. "We've all seen how you act towards him; small touches, shadowed looks, glares at anyone who nears him, they all scream your feelings for him. Admit it, Chang."
Wufei gaped. Never had Trowa said so much in one day, let alone all at once. He shook his head, and closed his mouth. He sighed, resting his head on the cool surface of his locker.
"So what of it?"
Trowa gave a soft smile, and shrugged. "Nothing. So you like him. Who cares?"
Wufei stood still, then straightened. "Your right. Who cares?"
Yay! Another one done! Go me! I know that this one isn't much fun, or exciting, but needed to be out. Next chapter will take much longer, as the original is simply horrible, don't know what I was thinking, if I even was. And since it is the pivotal point to my little story, I have a lot of thinking to do.
By the way, the last part, about who care if Wufei was gay, was meant in the we're-friends-family-and-we-love-you-no-matter kind of way. I am well aware that there are people who are not so accepting and quite cruel, and do care if someone is homosexual, but they do not count, in either Wufei's or Trowa's view.
Sorry guys, but I'm not going to respond to your reviews this chapter. I will put the reviews from last chapter, and for this one, next chapter. I'm just too tired. It's a little late for me. I do thank everyone who did review. You don't know how much your words did for me, as they cheered me up in a depressing world.
Thank you for reading and staying with me and my sporadic updates.
Much love, mistress
