Break Up, Make Up

Sutoomu

Well, here is the fourth chapter. My internet fanfic time is extremely limited and sporadic right now. My life hates me, and I'm busy trying to bust it back into shape. So, I'll try and make time for fanfics inbetween trying to figure out my life. It should be getting easier now. Hopefully.

Anyways./ More love and thanks to the reviewers for chap 3, Roxie Faye, phoenix013, Modified Tam, jess-eklom, Sekari Sumeragi, Konpeitou, Amanda Orozco, and stephanie! Yay!

Here is the fourth chap and ending. I hope you all enjoy it. I hope it makes sense and is a good ending. Hope is all that keeps me going...anyhoo, read on.

"Happy birthday, Q-bean!" Duo cried out as he stepped out of the car, decked out for a party. A hat was on his head, a noisemaker on a cord around his neck, floating balloons tied to his arms, and gift bags in his hands. "Another year has passed! Break out the liquor, Duo is here!" Duo looked at Quatre and the house. "Man, this place looks dead. No decorations, no balloons, no confetti. Where's your birthday spirit, Quat?"

"I told you," Heero said as he stepped out of the driver's side. "It's a quiet party. Just us five. Quatre didn't want a big party this year."

"Oh, right," Duo said. "Oh well, I'll just have to liven the place up." He took something out of one of the gift bags and put it on Quatre's head, then put a party hat on Heero's head as well. "There. Where's the 'Fei and Trowa?"

"They're not here yet," Quatre said, a small frown marking his face.

"Hey, cheer up, birthday boy!" Duo grinned. "It's not like he's gone forever. It's only been five days, you know. I'm sure he'll be able to tell you real soon."

"Duo, it's been so depressing around here," Quatre suddenly said. "All I do is mope about and sleep and cry and call him all the time. I haven't gone to work at all, and I'm not eating right. I miss him so badly!" Quatre scowled suddenly. "But he's been with Wufei."

"Hey, stop that!" Duo ordered. "You know 'Fei would never do anything with Trowa, and Trowa would never do anything behind your back. He just had to stay with 'Fei 'cause I'd be hunting him down every second for details if he was with us. And you know I can't keep anything from you, Quat."

"You are thinking very illogically," Heero added.

"I know," Quatre whined. "But I can't seem to help it! I'm so confused! It's just..." He stopped as another car drove into his driveway, parking. The car engine stopped and Wufei stepped out, decked out in his best casual clothes and with a wrapped box for Quatre. "Wufei," Quatre said icily. "Where's Trowa?"

"He went to get your gift, psycho," Wufei snorted. "You'd better be thankful for what I had to go through when he gets here. It's been hell having Trowa over. I had to avoid you, Duo, because you'd just torture me for information, and I had to avoid Heero because he tells Duo everything, who tells Quatre everything, and Trowa has to be the one to tell everything, and I know everything, and it's driving me crazy! Hold on, what did I just say?" Wufei shook his head to clear his thoughts and sighed. "The weather's frozen my brain...thank god it'll all be over tonight."

"You mean he's gonna tell tonight?" Duo asked excitedly. Wufei nodded. "Great! I finally get to know what's going on!"

"Yeah, right," Wufei said, then looked at Quatre very seriously. "Quatre, as one of your friends, I just want to tell you not to think too badly of yourself when Trowa gets here. I think you've just been stressed and tired from everything, and that's turning you into a bitch. I forgive you, so don't go onto a guilt trip rant, okay?"

Quatre blinked in confusion at Wufei. "What are you talking about? And who are you calling a bitch?"

"You're not a bitch, sorry," Wufei restated. "You're just acting like a bitch."

"He's kind of right, Q," Duo agreed. "You've been very moody and not yourself, lately. Are you on something?"

"It's Trowa-withdrawal," Wufei explained. "That should be solved as soon as he gets here."

"Knowing Trowa, he'll be here any second," Duo remarked. "He's always able to make a perfectly timed entrance, whether he intends to or not. Oh, look, here he comes now."

Heero looked at the car driving up the long driveway, then at Duo. "Please," he remarked. "Teach me how to use these psychic powers of yours, great one."

"What will you give me in return?" Duo asked, smirking smugly. A devious smirk appeared on Heero's lips as well as he leaned in and began whispering in Duo's ear. Whatever he said, the braided boy began blushing furiously. Duo noticed Wufei and Quatre looking curiously and made a wild attempt to get their attention elsewhere and get Heero to stop. "Hey, that's a nice car Trowa's drivin', isn't it? Wait...isn't that your car, Q?" he said. "Sure looks like it. Why's Tro got your car? Doesn't he have his own?" A thoughtful look came onto Duo's face and his brows furrowed. "Wait a second...isn't that the car that was wrecked in that accident Trowa had four months ago? The one with the drunk driver and all? I thought you sent that to the junkyard. You must'a had it fixed. Damn, that baby's lookin' better than ever!"

"I did send it to the junkyard," Quatre frowned. "And I never ordered it to be fixed..."

"You didn't?" Duo scratched his head as he paused, thinking. "Okay, I think I'm missin' something here."

"You are," Wufei mumbled. "As always."

"Hey, I heard that!" Duo growled as Trowa parked in front of them and stepped out of the car.

"Good!" Wufei looked pointedly at Duo, who stuck out his tongue at Wufei.

As this was going on, Quatre walked up to the car, looking at it. He circled it as Trowa stepped out, then stopped and looked up at Trowa, his mouth open. "This...this is my..."

"Your favorite car that I crashed..."

"Drunk driver!" Duo and Wufei corrected at the same time.

Trowa spared them a sharp look and then focused his attention on Quatre again. He walked up to the blonde, took his hand and pressed the keys into his palm. "Happy birthday, little one."

"But...but how did you...what did you...Trowa?" Quatre stammered, thoroughly confused.

"I had it fixed for you."

"Dude, a longer explanation?" Duo requested. "That's kind of obvious. Tell us the stuff we don't know."

"Do you ever shut up? You're such an idiot, you know?" Wufei remarked, looking sideways at Duo.

"Well, d'uh," Duo rolled his eyes. Wufei blinked, startled by this odd reaction. Duo noticed his confused look and snickered, which made Wufei glare.

"I strongly suggest the immature children shut the hell up so Trowa can finish speaking," Heero spoke in a monotone voice with a passive face. "Or I will be forced to get the duct tape out." Duo and Wufei both looked at the emotionless Heero and saw the glint of seriousness in his eyes. They swallowed simultaneously and wisely shut up.

"Thank you," Trowa nodded to Heero. He turned back to Quatre and took a deep breath. "I got the idea to have it fixed as a surprise for your birthday so I picked it up from the junkyard right away and sent it to be fixed. Three weeks ago I discovered that I wouldn't be able to have it ready by your birthday unless I got some more money. My circus job didn't pay enough, so I took a second job working evenings in a restaurant as a chef," Trowa sighed. "That's where I've been the last three weeks."

"You became a chef?" Duo frowned. "You hate cooking!" Heero nudged Duo in the ribs and the 'great one' blinked in realization. "...o-o-o-oh..."

"I'm really sorry, Quatre," Trowa continued as Quatre looked down, his mouth working soundlessly, stuck in a gape. "I would have told you where I was, but it would have ruined the surprise. And I couldn't lie to you. So I said nothing. I'm sorry."

Wufei raised an eyebrow sceptically. "You're sorry? Why the hell are you sorry?"

"Wufei, don't...," Trowa said in a warning voice.

"No." Everyone looked at Quatre, who was looking down at the ground inbetween his and Trowa's feet. His fingers moved unknowingly back and forth over the key to the shining red car. "Wufei's right, Trowa," he spoke in a soft voice. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You're not the one who messed up."

"Quatre..."

"Don't bother trying to tell me I didn't do anything," Quatre interrupted Trowa. "If anyone has anything to be sorry for, it's me. I'm sorry I was suspicious of you, and I'm sorry I threw my cell phone at you. I'm sorry I doubted you and didn't trust you, even though you've never lied to me before. I'm sorry I almost ruined our relationship, all because of my own self doubts and worries. I'm sorry I yelled at you, that I threw you out and told you not to come back. I'm sorry I still didn't trust you when you came to find me. I'm sorry for implying anything between you and Wufei...that was so stupid!" Quatre growled. "I am so stupid! And don't you dare tell me I'm not, because I damn well am," Quatre sniffled and looked up to meet Trowa's eyes. "Here I was, whining and complaining because I couldn't have exactly what I wanted while you were working two jobs a day, seven days a week, to fix up my favorite car as a surprise for my birthday. Tell me that's not stupid."

"You're right, you're stupid," Duo remarked. "And selfish." This resulted in Heero smacking him. "Ow."

"I still say it's PMS," Wufei grumbled. "Or the drugs."

"What's wrong with me?" Quatre exclaimed. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore...it's like my brain is twisting and returning to it's previous prickish brat form! Why am I so...so..."

"Snobby?"

"Self-centered?"

"Bitchy?"

"Rude?"

"Untrustworthy?"

Wufei blinked at Duo. "Untrustworthy? That doesn't even make any sense!"

"Like yours were any better," Duo rolled his eyes. "Fine, then, how about pathetic?"

"That sounds better," Wufei nodded.

"Okay," Duo agreed, turning back to Quatre. "Pathetic?"

"Assumptive?"

This time it was Duo who gave Wufei a look. "Assumptive? What kind of word is that, anyways? You spend too much time in the dictionary, Wu..."

"Shut up!" Heero suddenly yelled. "Okay, that's it! You two are coming with me." He grabbed Duo and Wufei's wrists and dragged them after him towards the house, both of them arguing and complaining and protesting the entire way. This method worked, however, as Heero's steel grip managed to take the two troublemakers away and leave Trowa and Quatre in silence with no more interruptions. The silence ended up becoming awkward after a while of just looking at each other, and Quatre looked down again in shame.

"Wufei told me not to go into a guilt trip rant," Quatre finally murmured. "I know what he meant by that, now. Trowa, I feel so awful. I've been an awful person lately. I'm sorry, Trowa. I'm so very sorry."

"Quatre?" Trowa said, and his fingers moved to tilt Quatre's head up gently, connecting their eyes once more. "All is forgiven, love," Trowa smiled genuinely. "It was both our faults. I should have remembered our anniversary and made more time to spend with you. If we think about it, this whole thing was kind of stupid. But it's over now. Your car is here, I'm back home, and we're together." Trowa reached his arms around Quatre and brought him close to him, connecting and sharing the warmth of two bodies. "Let's never fight again, Quatre. Please. I hate it."

"Never again," Quatre agreed, sniffling. "I missed you so much, Trowa."

"I missed you, too, koi," Trowa replied, then met Quatre's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. It was a make-up kiss, a kiss of two lovers who had been parted for a while, and a kiss of love. Basically, it was the best kiss the two had ever shared in their life...well, except for the first kiss. That beats all. "C'mon, now. We better get inside now. You're a year older, we have to celebrate."

"Thank you, Trowa," Quatre whispered. "You never gave up on me. Even when I wasn't very nice to you."

"No problem," Trowa smiled. "I'll always love you." Trowa twined his fingers in Quatre's and the two walked up the walk to the front door. They stepped inside and went to the livingroom, from which music was coming. Entering, they saw Duo chasing Wufei around, trying to get a party hat onto the chinese man's head, Heero watching with amusement and a small smile. Duo saw them and abandoned his current mission to speak for a moment.

"Heya, lovebirds! You done makin' up, and makin' out? 'Cause we've got a party to get started. Hey, anyone want to hold down the Dragon so I can put this on him?" Duo requested. Wufei shot Quatre and Trowa an evil look, daring them to try anything, and they both quickly denied. "Fine, I'll do all the work myself! Hee-chan, honey?"

"Yes, Duo?" Heero looked innocently at the devious Duo.

"Code number 5296! Operation Tackle The Dragon!" Duo crowed. Heero moved in an instant, leaping at Wufei and effectively pinning down the chinese martial artist with his superiour Perfect Soldier skills. Duo laughed and clapped his hands in success, then placed the party hat on Wufei's head. "Every time you take this off, I'll put it right back on. Trust me, 'Fei, I have more stamina than you."

"Do all the work yourself, hah!" Wufei growled. "You're a dirty cheat, Maxwell!"

"Aw, but you still love me!" Duo crooned, tapping Wufei's nose. Wufei glared and did the only option he had left, since Heero was still sitting on him. He snapped at Duo's finger with his teeth. Duo 'eep-ed' and barely managed to avoid the sudden attack. "The Jaws of the Dragon attacked me!" he exclaimed.

"Well, I can see this will be a fun party," Trowa said dryly as Duo pranced over to him and stuck a very tall hat on his own banged head of hair.

THE END! Wow, this is the only story I've ever finished, excluding my one-shot. I feel so proud. Did you enjoy it? Please review and tell me the verdict for Break Up, Make Up. I'm not much for romance and dating, personally, so I may have sucked! Tell me, please!

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