Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Throughout the rest of the week, several days after Wufei proposed, he and Ayame had been acting strangely and everyone had been noticing. Ayame was clinging to him and usually he wouldn't have gone for public affection, but he was happy to return her affection. He kissed her on the cheek before going to a meeting, completely shocking everyone out of theirs or spitting out their coffees. Ayame was returning to her office when Quatre suddenly pulled her into one of the small planning rooms. When she was able to see straight she was able to count Heero, Duo and Trowa in on their meeting.
Quatre looked like he was about to burst at the seams with extreme happiness, Ayame looked upon the blonde with such terror she had a hand on the door knob just in case she needed to escape. Trowa placed a hand on his lover's thin shoulder and guided him back a bit; give her some space. He always knew what she was thinking and that's probably why they were close, their friendship was bonded by silences.
"Before you ask anything, I am not saying anything." Ayame shot down the question that everyone was thinking. Because knowing Quatre he probably called everyone and informed them of Wufei's late night visit the other day.
"But…" Quatre tried to speak, but Ayame shook her head.
"We need to sort out a few things before we tell anyone whatever it is you guys think is going on."
"We do know what's going on." Duo chimed in, "so you might as well tell us."
Ayame looked around the room, their silent but somehow mischievous faces worried her. They knew she couldn't keep a secret, especially one that she really wanted to tell. For a split second it felt like the tiny room was getting even tinier, their faces were morphing into patterns that looked like one of Picasso's paintings. The grip around the door knob tightened in her hand, along with her nerve.
"You'll never take me alive!" Ayame shouted and bolted from the room, having everyone on the floor shaking their heads. This wasn't unusually from her normal shouting or random running down the hall way, it lightened up the place if anything. Unless, she was yelling at someone because they fucked up; the poor sap she would be yelling at would be lucky to walk away breathing. If her yelling at him/her took place during the war, she would have killed them on the spot. Something she changed when she started working with the boys and they were thankful. She still had a terrible temper, though.
It was during lunch when Wufei approached her about her time running down the hall.
"The others were trying to get me to blab about our you-know-what." Ayame replied shuffling some papers together and then straightened them.
Wufei sat down with a mischievous smirk pulling at his lips, "I see and that's why you yelled and ran away?"
"You know I can't keep a secret. Why you leave me alone with those guys, especially Quatre and Heero, I will never know." Ayame dropped her head on top of the stack of papers, clearly exhausted from dodging the others all day.
"That reminds me. When we get married will you change your name back to Himeno Takaogi or will you remain Ayame Sakuda?" Wufei asked rolling closer to her. She tucked an arm underneath her head and turned her head so she was looking at him.
"Ayame Sakuda was the code name I used during the war, that name is covered in blood and nightmares. I don't want to be stuck with that burden for the rest of my life, let alone drag you along with it." Ayame summed up.
"And Himeno…?"
"She was only a girl when she lost her parents; I tucked her away to hide her from the horrors of war. She's pure and worthy of becoming your wife. After I change my name back there's going to be a lot of media involvement, they'll be everywhere we go. They'll follow us, to here, stores and home."
Wufei leaned back in his chair and brought his hand to his chin, rubbing the skin just underneath his lower lip. "That is a problem, isn't it? We can always threaten them."
"That will come back and shoot us in the face. Trust me. I saw it once. My mother threatened a reporter and the next day they called her a bitch, a monster, a terrible mother. They wouldn't let her forget it for two months."
"Why'd they stop?"
"I chased them with a practice sword, riding on the back of one our body guards. Probably screaming something stupid like first I'll take your heads and then I'll go after your family. I should have been born into the Yakuza." Ayame said as she sat back in her seat, remembering the happy days brought a small smile to her face.
Wufei broke out in laughter, "somehow that doesn't surprise me." He looked down at his watch and realized he was almost late for another meeting, "we'll continue this at dinner. I should be home at the usual time."
"You better, I have the urge to make homemade sushi and you know how rare that is." Ayame warned thinking about stopping by the fisher's market to pick up fresh salmon or eel. She stood along with her fiancé and followed him to the door.
Before opening it, Wufei turned to Ayame and suddenly embraced her. Brining her into a passionate kiss with a hand cradling her head in his hand, the other firmly planted on the small of her back. She moaned when he pushed her against him harder, the grip on her hair began to pull. Wufei broke away and brought their foreheads together, "just so you understand. I still would have taken you as my wife, regardless of what name you would have chosen. I still love you, no matter what."
Kissing her on the forehead Wufei left his fiancé in her office with the overwhelming emotion swelling in her heart. She pulled out her phone and texted Trowa about his whereabouts. He replied instantly and Ayame bolted out of the room and ran straight for him. She didn't care if anyone else was in the room, Ayame threw the door open and attacked him with the tightest hug she could muster.
Shockingly, Trowa looked to the others that were in the office. Duo and Quatre were stunned that she would be crying in front of people; she rarely let herself become a wreck like this. Trowa glanced at Duo and nodded towards the door; the American pilot understood and quietly guided their friend out of the office even though he was objecting to the action.
Once the doors were closed and he noted that the blinds were closed Trowa hugged his frail companion to his chest. He skimmed through her hair and listened to her soft sobs.
"Did you and Wufei have a fight?" He asked quietly.
Ayame shook her head.
"Did he do something…bad…good?"
At first she shook her head again, but then nodded.
Trowa whispered a chuckle, "Ayame what happened?"
Ayame nudged away and wiped away the stray tears on her cheeks, croakily she replied, "he told me that no matter what name I chose, regardless of their past, he'd still love me."
The long haired pilot stood in silence for a moment, "I think I'm even more confused now than ever."
She tried to smile at her friend's confusion, but more tears broke out. Trowa laughed once more and wrapped his arms around her shoulders—a hand resting on top of her head. Duo and Quatre walked back in and found the two still hugging.
"Just say the word Ayame, if you need me to beat up Wufei, I'll do it." Duo said jokingly.
She mumbled something inaudible, but Trowa translated it, "she said he'd kill you."
"Would you like us to come over tonight? We can drag Heero along so he can hold Wufei in place while Duo teaches him a lesson." Quatre offered, in return, Ayame nodded her head and then shook it.
"I think that was a yes to the coming over, but a no to beating up Wufei." Trowa guessed and then Ayame nodded.
When Wufei returned home he wasn't expecting a full house. Ayame and Duo were on the couch, fighting each other on a video game, while Quatre and Heero were working on some papers for another assignment and Trowa was keeping an eye on the rice until it was done. And then Ayame would tag him in to kick Duo's ass at whatever game they were playing. Ayame looked up right when Wufei's dropped his work out bag on the floor; she beamed at him, yelled for Trowa to take over when she got up and hugged him at the door.
"Welcome home." She chimed as she released him, "dinner is almost done. We're just waiting on rice."
"Which is burning," Heero yelled from the kitchen. "Wait no its not, the smell of Duo getting his ass kicked."
"Shut up Heero!" Duo cursed after Heero distracted him, giving Trowa the upper hand, "you guys suck."
Wufei rolled his eyes when Duo began to pout, how Ayame put up with him during the war was beyond him. He pecked her on the cheek and mumbled that he was going to go change. Ayame turned to Heero and asked if he would watch the rice, he nodded and Ayame followed Wufei into their room.
"What happened?" Ayame asked closing the door behind them.
"Nothing," Wufei replied as he slid his tie from the collar, "it was just a long meeting." He sat on the couch, rubbed the back of his neck and then started on his shoes. Ayame climbed on the bed, crawled behind Wufei and helped relieve him of his jacket. Tossing it away she worked on his shoulders, working the kinks out of his muscles. He hummed as he slumped over, the stress literally being melted away as Ayame used her magic fingers on him.
Leaning over him, seeing that he was fully relaxed, she moved her arms to crisscross over his chest and hugged him tightly. "Do you want to talk about it?" She whispered.
Wufei shook his head, "no, not now." He turned around, with a small smile on his lips. He tangled his hand in her chestnut hair that draped over her shoulders. "I promise."
Author's Note: This just seemed like a good place to stop. And look! No smut! Haha~! Anyway, as always, please review. I need to know what you guys think. Take a stab at what you might think will happen.