Break Up, Make Up
Sutoomu
I got a mediumly good response. Four reviewers isn't bad for a first chapter. Anyhoo, here's the second, so hopefully I'll get more responses!
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Note: Wufei quirkiness ahead...I don't know if it's exactly OOC. But it's quirky! Enjoy!
Wufei was not happy. He had had an extremely bad day. First, he woke up late, and burned his breakfast to nothing. Then he had discovered a leak in the plumbing, which meant he had to pay for the services of a plumber, since he dared not try anything himself after his last encounter with water pipes. His car had broken down on the way to work, making him very late, and he had discovered a mountain of paperwork waiting for him, which caused him to miss lunch as well. He left the office at midnight, which meant nothing was open for him to have a meal, which meant he had survived the day on donuts and coffee and cookies only. The lights had gone out at his apartment again, which made him make another mental note about moving, and the heater was off, which meant it was freezing beyond Wufei's liking. So he curled up in bed under twenty some odd blankets and shivered until he was asleep. And now, after only two hours of sleep, some idiot was pounding at his door at three in the frickin' morning.
Wufei pulled open the door, ready to bitch out whoever was there, but stopped when he saw Trowa with a very emotionally pained expression.
"Can we talk?" Trowa asked.
Wufei nodded, all his complaints flying out the window in the emergency of the welfare of his friend. "Just let me get some coffee." He guided Trowa to the small livingroom, noticing how small it truly was. Another mental note to move was filed in his head. He fumbled about for a moment in the kitchen until his wakening mind remembered the power was off. So he grabbed the leftover coffee from the pot and drank it, cold and gritty. It was bitter, but the remaining taste woke him up gradually as he entered the livingroom, arms full with candles. He brought the small room to life with light and sat down heavily in a chair, then immediately got up and retrieved a pile of blankets.
"Sorry," he apologized. "The power went out again. No lights or heat. Have a couple blankets." He threw a few beside Trowa, who pulled them over his shoulders after he saw Wufei do it. Wufei would never do anything he considered 'weak', so trying to get warm in this frigid weather was okay for Trowa to do as well.
"I'd offer you coffee or something to eat, but all I have is leftover morning coffee and I emptied my fridge this morning. I have to move," Wufei made a mental note that he had made a verbal note of moving. Now, if only he really did move. He could afford it, but he never seemed to have the time to get around to it. He settled in comfortably under the blankets on his chair and stared at Trowa, the signal to speak away. Trowa stared down at his hands, biting his lip. What had upset the silent, emotionless boy so much that he bit his lip? Wufei had an inkling feeling it was about Quatre. Quatre was the only one who could affect Trowa like this. Funny how the empath ended up with the emotionless one. It was like a perfect match. Trowa never let his emotions show, but Quatre could read the emotions from the inside. So Trowa could be himself, and Quatre could still understand him. Wufei had never understood Trowa very well, but he knew the boy was a valuable and loyal friend.
"We had a fight."
Wufei blinked. It didn't sound right. He had just been thinking how they matched, and now he learned they fought. This was messing up his entire thinking pattern.
"He told me to leave and never come back," Trowa said in a very depressed tone.
"He what?" Wufei said in disbelief, then mumbled to himself. "That doesn't sound like Quatre."
Trowa, with his very good hearing, heard the mumble of course. "It was Quatre," he closed his eyes. Wufei could tell he was having trouble keeping his emotions at bay as he normally did. Wufei was impressed he was still relatively calm. Wufei had always been impressed at Trowa's control of his emotions. Impressed and slightly scared.
"Explain the situation," Wufei said bluntly. "If I'm going to help you, I need the facts."
"You remember how I crashed Quatre's favorite car four months ago?" Trowa asked.
"You were hit by a drunk driver, Trowa," Wufei corrected, as all the ex-pilots had had to do with Trowa ever since the accident. "It wasn't your fault. You were lucky you were alright."
"Right," Trowa said dismissively. "Quatre's birthday is this Friday. About a month and a half ago, I decided I'd fix up Quatre's car for his present. And since I am not the best person with mechanics and Duo would tell, I had to send it to a shop."
"I thought Quatre sent that car to the junkyard?" Wufei asked.
"He did, but I picked it up from there," Trowa explained. "I realized three weeks ago that I wouldn't be able to afford the price of fixing the car on my circus salary. I got a second job as a chef in a restaurant."
"I thought you didn't like cooking," Wufei stated.
"I don't," Trowa replied.
"Oh…," Wufei understood. Trowa didn't like cooking, but he was willing to do it for Quatre. What a lucky son-of-a-gun that boy was.
"For the past three weeks I've been working at the restaurant until night, so I've gotten home late. Quatre started asking me where I was all the time…"
"And you couldn't think up a good excuse so you just said nothing, right?" Wufei interrupted. He saw where this was going.
"Yes. Tonight was our nine month anniversary," Trowa hung his head. "I forgot about it. I was working overtime at the restaurant, since they were holding a party there tonight. I didn't get home until two, and I didn't remember until Quatre reminded me. He wouldn't let me in bed until I told him where I was all the time…"
"And you told him you couldn't tell him."
Trowa blinked at Wufei. He was either annoyed he kept knowing what he was going to say, or he was scared of the reason why he knew what he was going to say. Either one, he was looking at Wufei oddly. "Yes. He got angry at me and he…"
"Said things he shouldn't have," Wufei sighed, before making a loud 'oops' in his mind and mentally zipping his mouth shut. What was with him tonight? Must be the coffee…
"Yes," Trowa seemed to be shifting away from Wufei ever so slightly. He had had quite a few talks with Wufei, preferring his understanding and wisdom to Heero's bluntness and Duo's insanity, but Wufei had never done this before. Something was wrong with the Chinese boy…
"Go on," Wufei nodded, pulling his blankets closer around him. He had to move!
"I got angry at him and I…I yelled at him. I got mad at him," Trowa put a hand to his head in shame. Then he brushed his bangs away from his one eye, sporting a rather large bruise on his temple.
"What happened?"
"He threw his cell phone at me," Trowa said.
"The one you gave him?" Wufei asked, surprised. Ever since Quatre had received that cell phone from Trowa, he treated it as the most precious thing in the world. He must have been out of his right mind to have thrown it, and at Trowa.
"He threw it at me and ran out. I followed him, and then he told me to leave."
"He was angry," Wufei said.
"'Angry' is an understatement," Trowa stated.
A sudden thought came to Wufei. "No. Quatre is an empath, Trowa. He can feel others emotions. He probably felt your anger and went overboard in his. Or vice versa. He was angry and projected his angry emotions to you, causing you to be angered."
"All that matters is that we got angry and fought," Trowa ran a hand through his hair. "And now I don't have Quatre."
"Then go get him back, baka," Wufei ordered. He sighed and began to explain. "Quatre will never go to you. It's not a matter of pride with him, like it is with Heero or Duo. It's more that he'll think you hate him and are still angry at him, and he'll be too afraid. You have to go to him, show him you're not mad at him. We both know Quatre always blames himself, whether it's his fault or not. He's probably crying on Duo's shoulder right now."
"What if he's not? What if he does hate me?" Trowa suggested, worry clear in his tone.
"Don't 'what if'," Wufei ordered. "Never ever 'what if'. First rule. Let's just go to Duo's and find Quatre. If I know him, he'll be the one apologizing first. I just have one little request."
"Yes?"
"Can we go in the morning?" Wufei yawned. "I'm running on a caffeine high and a sleep low." Trowa nodded, swallowing. Wufei went to the closet, pulled out a pile of blankets and a pillow and handed them to Trowa. After making sure the tall boy was good for the night, Wufei huddled back under his blankets in the fetal position to keep warm and once again shivered himself to sleep, this time with thought running through his already clogged brain.
Well, how was the second chapter? Hope you liked it, and if you did, please review. Next chapter is already done, so it can be up as soon as I get some reviews!
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