Author's Note: Hello. I am sick again, and I have decided to continue on with this story. It's been a long while.
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"No!", Wufei cried, glaring across the room at the Japanese pilot.
Yesterday, Wufei had slept all through dinner and hadn't woken up until 11:30 the next day. He had already managed a shower without Yuy knowing and he avoided another torturing of castor oil. The thought of the vile "medicine" made him gag. He was going to get them back for that, when he got better of course. Catching Heero's glare at him, Wufei turned away.
"Glare all you want, Yuy. I still say no."
Heero on the other hand was now extremely annoyed and pissed off. This morning Wufei had went against him and taken a damn shower, and had went into hiding when he was supposed to take another spoonful of castor oil. Now it was time for him to take his temperature again and the young Chinese pilot was being stubborn.
"Chang, would you just stop being an ass and take your damn temperature! It's not going to kill you!", Heero yelled, making Wufei turn and glare at him even harder.
Sniffling, Wufei laid down on his bed, burying himself under the thick blankets that had been given to him last night.
"No!", came Wufei's muffled yell, "I don't care what you do, Yuy! That thing is not coming anywhere near my mouth or my. . . No!"
With a growl of frustration, Heero curled his hands into fists, breaking the thermometer and throwing it onto the floor.
"That's it. I give up!", he yelled walking towards the door, "I hope you're happy!"
Removing himself from under the blankets, Wufei sat up.
"I am!", he yelled in response, making Heero turn back.
"Fine!"
Walking out of the room, Heero slammed the door. Wufei was soon climbing out of his bed and clumsily making it to the door. When he reached, he opened it before yelling out a curse in Chinese, slamming the door back. Yelling back a reply in Japanese, Heero walked into his bedroom slamming the door closed.
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Downstairs two pairs of eyes looked up at the ceiling as the slamming of doors and words of profanity in foreign languages continued. Looking over to Duo, Trowa shrugged his shoulders as the violet eyed boy gave him a questioning look.
"This is gonna go on for a while isn't it?"
"Yup.", the green eyed pilot answered, turning back to his newspaper.
Hearing the front door open, both looked towards it, catching site of Quatre walking in with what seemed to be some sort of radiation protection suit. Sighing, as Duo held in a snicker, Trowa stood resting his newspaper on the coffee table.
"Quatre, love?", Trowa asked ignoring Duo's snickers, "Don't you think the suit's a little too much?"
As the blond made his way into the room, Duo had burst out laughing, gaining himself a glare from the Arabic teen.
"That thing upstairs has germs and who knows what else.", Quatre said pointing at the ceiling, "I don't want to take any chances contracting its disease."
Placing a slap on the back of the still laughing boy's head, Trowa walked over to his lover.
"Quatre, Wufei only has a fever.", he explained to the blond, "It's a common sickness, not a disease."
Glaring at the braided idiot who only laughed harder, Quatre's blue eyes looked through the visor of the mask, meeting Trowa's.
"But the germs are everywhere!", he exclaimed with a pout, "They're floating in the air and I don't want to contract Wufei's-"
"Fever.", Trowa finished for him, knowing that Quatre would have said disease.
As Trowa looked down at the blond with a raised eyebrow, Quatre gave his pout again, ignoring the guffaws of Duo who now rolled on the floor. He even gave his famous eyes with a little whimpered "please". Growling for allowing Quatre's antics to get to him, Trowa sighed, muttering a "fine" as he walked back to the couch. Giggling in delight, Quatre went to his lover, embracing him in a hug.
"Oh, thank you, Trowa!", he nearly squealed, "I'd kiss you but it's kind of impossible. Besides, you probably have germs on you anyway. Love you."
Blowing a kiss back to his lover, Quatre made sure to kick Duo as he left, feeling content when the braided boy whimpered out an "Ow". Finally standing from the floor, Duo rubbed his arm where Quatre had kicked him.
"What's his problem?", he asked looking over at the uni-banged pilot.
Trowa only shrugged returning to his paper. Sighing, Duo looked towards the stairs, a now pissed Heero stomping his way down them.
"What's up, Hee-koi?", Duo asked as the Japanese teen flopped down on the couch.
He held a scowl on his face, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
"He's impossible.", Heero growled, eyes glaring at nothing.
Glancing over the paper, Trowa only smirked.
"I don't see what's so funny, Barton!", Heero snapped, glaring at the taller boy.
Duo sat down next to his lover, his head leaning against his shoulder.
"Heero.", he started, looking up into colbat eyes, "What happened?"
Sighing, Heero leaned back into the couch.
"He's being a stubborn ass.", Heero told them.
The three stopped at the sound of Wufei's door opening.
"I am not a stubborn ass, Yuy!", Wufei yelled down, Duo snickering at he look on Heero's face, "You are!"
Hearing the door slam, Heero stood making his way to the stairs.
"Yeah, well at least I know when to pull my head out of my ass!", he yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Well then your if head's not the thing up your ass I wonder what is!", Wufei yelled back as his door opened.
"You're the one who's sick and won't admit it!"
"And you're the inconsiderate asshole, Yuy!"
"Inconsiderate?! Is that what I am?!", Heero yelled, the two on the couch watching with growing interest, "I'm sorry, but I thought that actually trying to nurse you back to health was considerate. I guess you can't see that. Of course not! The high and mighty warrior could never be sick. And even if he was, the one and only Wufei doesn't need our help. Well you know what I think? You're the one who's inconsiderate, Chang! You're a stubborn, ignorant, inconsiderate bastard, who wouldn't know an act of generosity if it knocked him once or twice!"
Trowa and Duo watched in surprise as Heero finished his rant. That was unexpected. And what happened next was unexpected as well. Wufei didn't have an answer. Heero looked up the stairwell, almost wanting Wufei to walk into his line of vision. The silence was unnerving and it made him feel as if he did something wrong. Maybe he had hurt Wufei?
"Wufei?", he asked, still getting nothing.
Well maybe he'll slam the door, show that his words didn't even affect him in the slightest way. The only thing he heard was the creaking of the bedroom door hinges and then the faint click of it closing and locking. Groaning, he sat at the foot of the stairs, his hands running through his hair.
"Damn it.", he swore under his breath, head hanging.
Duo sat next to the sulking Wing pilot, his hand resting on his shoulder. He knew Heero didn't mean to hurt him, kinda told him the truth. Well, in a harsh and hurtful way, but you know what they say. The truth hurts.
"I'll go talk to him, okay?"
Shrugging, Heero watched as Duo stood, climbing up the flight upstairs. He looked over to where Trowa now stood, knowing Trowa was bound to say something to make him feel either better in the slightest way, or even worse.
"So the Perfect Soldier has silenced the Solitary Dragon.", he said with a smirk, Heero groaning.
"Shut up, Barton.", he mumbled leaning back.
Walking closer, Trowa leaned on the banister, green eyes gazing down at his friend.
"We all know you were right. Sort of.", he said with a shrug, "But. . . "
"I have to apologize.", he said finishing Trowa's sentence, "I know."
Looking up at Trowa, he smirked pointing towards the back door down the hall.
"You know your boyfriend's going to burn your clothes in the back.", he said, Trowa's eyes widening, "They have cooties and he has to get rid of them as soon as possible."
"Quatre, angel!", Trowa cried walking towards the back yard, "There are no cooties. . . germs on my clothes! Please stop this insanity!"
Satisfied with his revevnge, Heero stood from his seat and slowly made his way upstairs.
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Duo had reached the bedroom, trying to open the Chinese boy's door, but found it locked. He knocked and was answered with a "go away". Leaning his forehead against the wood, he knocked again.
"Fei."
"It's Wufei!", the muffled voice yelled, "Now leave me alone."
"Wufei, he really didn't mean to be such a crude bastard.", Duo said, unaware of Heero's presence behind him, "I mean it's just how he is. Trust me, I should know. He can be a heartless asshole, but he means well. He's a true friend at heart, even though on the outside he's much more of a jackass then he believes he isn't."
Hearing someone clear their throat, Duo looked back, blushing as he met Heero's glare. He laughed nervously, scartching behind his head.
"I wasn't talking about you exactly.", he tried to cover, Heero only shaking his head.
Walking over to the door, he tried to open it himself, but found it locked.
"Wufei, open the door.", he said, his words sounding more like a demand.
"No!"
Sighing, he looked at the door as if he could see Wufei through it.
"Please?", he asked, this time sounding as if he really wanted to talk. Which he did.
Both he and Duo were greeted with silence as an answer. That is until Wufei actually answered.
"You're an imprudent prick and I don't want to talk to you right now!", he yelled through the door, "Now piss off!"
Knowing that his lover was most likely angry at that remark, Duo went to speak but was stopped as Heero violently banged on the door.
"Wufei open this god damned door right now!", he yelled, glaring at the wood.
"No!"
Growling, Heero ignored Duo's protest, kicking the door open and making his way inside. He was lucky that he ducked in time, avoiding the alarm clock from earlier that had been thrown at him.
"What the hell's so difficult about leave me alone?!", Wufei yelled from his bed, eyes glaring over at the Japanese pilot.
Walking over to the bed, Heero stopped at the side of it, eyes leering down at his Chinese associate. He lost his glare, his body relaxing from its angry and tense state.
"I'm sorry.", he apologized.
Ebony eyes looked up in confusion. Had Yuy just apologized? Not sure what to do now, Heero stood there, eyes avoiding contact with Wufei's. That is until his ears caught something he never thought he'd hear from the Chinese pilot.
"Thank you."
Did Chang just say thank you?
"What?", he asked not sure he if he was hearing right.
"What is English suddenly so hard for you? I said thank you. . . arigato. You know. . . for caring or what not."
Heero held out his hand, and Wufei took it in a short handshake.
"See, Wufei?", Duo cut in now lying next to the feverish boy, "I told you. Asshole on the outside, but a good heart on the inside."
"Duo, shut up.", Heero said sitting down on the bed, throwing a pillow at the braided boy he called his lover.
Looking over at the ebony haired pilot, he reached out to feel his forehead.
"You still feel hot.", he said, their eyes locking
Wufei stared back into blue eyes, feeling the hand move from his heated skin.
"Uh huh.", he muttered out, eyes still locked with prussian blue.
"If you two are gonna do the whole sappy stare at each other in the eye thing, the least you could do is let me in on it, too."
Being knocked with another pillow, the braided boy poked his attacker in the side.
"Aww, look! Little Fei-Fei's blushing!", he teased, pinching Wufei's cheek.
"Maxwell cut it-"
Wufei's words were cut off by Trowa's yell of, "For the love of God Quatre, why?!"
The three shared a look before turning to look out of Wufei's window that overlooked the yard. The orange glow of fire was visible, and Duo only snickered, Heero sighing along with Wufei. Ten minutes later they were down stairs in the living room, with Trowa sitting in the middle of the room, hugging on to the charred remains of his favorite pair of jeans.
"You're all I have left.", he nearly sobbed, as he pet the fabric, "You were always so good to me."
Quatre tried to reach out to touch his lover, his radiation suit still on, the helmet or whatever it was now off.
"Trowa-"
"No, don't touch it!", he snapped moving the burned jeans away from the blond, starting to stroke it again,"I won't let him hurt you any more."
Backing away from the, at the moment, insane Latino pilot, Duo cleared his throat.
"Trowa, it was just jeans man.", he said, Trowa glaring up at him, "You can buy another pair."
Looking down at his last remaining of clothes he sighed.
"Your right."
Smiling, Quatre walked over to kiss his koi on the cheek.
"I promise to get you a whole new, cootie free wardrobe."
Looking over to the two Asian pilots, one in which he knew as his lover, the other he wished was a lover, Duo pointed at Quatre.
"Do you think we should tell him his helmet's off?", Duo whispered, Heero shaking his head.
"He'll figure it out on his own.", Wufei whispered back.
Nodding, Duo took a seat on the couch, next to the bundled Wufei, joining him under the covers.
From where he leaned over the back of the couch, Heero looked down at the two and smiled as he found Wufei willingly taking medicine from the violet eyed boy. Things were getting better.
"I forgot to put my helmet back on!", Quatre cried out of nowhere, "Oh no! Now I'll get the cooties and contract the disease and. . . I have to go."
Watching the blond leave the house, Heero shrugged. Well, at least he thought it was getting better.
T.B.C.
Tada! Another chapter all for you! I hope it was good. I tried my best to put more humor in it, and just a touch of angst and sappy, fluffy stuff. Okay, now it's your turn to leave good reviews.