Untitled
Part 7
by Blue
Violet
"That Maxwell. Always borrowing my stuff without returning them,"
muttered Wufei as he trudged towards Heero's room to claim his stuff
back from the American. He was heading for Heero's room because
Duo wasn't in his room or in front of the big screen tv in the den, which
meant that he was in the Japenese boy's room where he would usually
hang out at.
"Maxwell! I demand that you gimme back every single thing you borrowed
from me!" shouted Wufei as he flung open the door to Heero's room. "Don't
you know that it's rude to - "
Wufei gasped and stood rooted to the spot as he saw the American and the
Japanese in liplock and in each other's arms in the room. The kissing
couple broke off their kiss when they realized that somebody had
barged in on their intimate moment.
"Uh, um, sorry to bother the both of you," stammered Wufei as he inched
towards the doorway. "Don't mind me - I'll come back later." Then the
Chinese practically ran out of the room.
"How could this happen?" thought the Chinese boy to himself as he walked
towards his room.
An image of Duo and Heero kissing crossed his mind and
he felt as if his nose was going to bleed. He quickly erased that image
away from his head. He was not going to get a nosebleed. No way was he
going to mess up his white shirt.
"I thought for sure that Duo and Heero were never going to end up being
together," he thought. "Damn. Looks like my plan didn't work. This would
mean less entertainment for me."
Suddenly he thought about the blonde Arab and the tall unibanged pilot.
"What about them? Are they all ready a couple, too?"
Wufei decided to see Quatre and find out about that.
Wufei found the blonde boy in the music room. Quatre was just standing
by the large window, observing the beautiful scenery outside with a
wistful expression on his features. Wufei walked up to Quatre and clapped
him on the back, making Quatre jump.
"Oh, it's you Wufei," exclaimed the blonde boy as he placed a hand over
his heart. "I didn't hear you come in."
"You were expecting somebody else, weren't you," asked Wufei. "So, what
were you thinking about? You looked as if you were in a world of your
own..."
"I was just thinking about some... stuff," said Quatre hesitantly.
"You were thinking about Trowa."
"How did you know?" asked Quatre, a faint blush growing on his cheeks.
"Just a guess," replied the Chinese boy nonchalantly. "Why are you so
worried about that boy anyway? I know he's your bestfriend, but that doesn't
mean that you have to fuss all over him as if you were his mother. If I
didn't know any better, I would have said that you have feelings for him!"
"You're right. I do have feelings for him and that's why I care about
his troubles so much," said Quatre as he bowed his head. "I think he
all ready likes somebody else and I bet that he will never feel the
same way towards me but I want to do everything I can to make him happy.
He's been quite moody lately and I don't know what to do to help him!"
"Maybe he doesn't want to burden you with his problems," suggested Wufei.
"That's just the problem!" said Quatre in exasperation. "He's been
avoiding me and how can I help him if he won't let me? He knows that
I'm his friend and I would do anything to help him..."
"Maybe he's too embarrassed to tell you about it?"
"Whatever for?" asked Quatre, frowning. "It's not like I'll laugh at his
problems or anything."
"The thing is he likes you and his problem is he can't tell you about
that cos he thinks that you and Duo are a couple," said Wufei silently
with a smirk he tried to conceal. "And this makes everything around
here much more interesting."
"I'll try to think up a plan for you and Trowa to be together," offered
Wufei. "I'll tell you about it later - when I have all ready come up
with an idea. I think I'd better be going now."
"Wufei? Thanks for wanting to help me," said the blonde boy with a small
smile.
"You're welcome," said Wufei with a smile that was more like a smirk.
"My first kiss with Heero," thought Duo dreamily. He was searching for
Quatre to tell him about his happy news. He guessed that Quatre must
still be in the music room - the blonde practically spent most of his
time there - so he walked, no, floated all the way there.
Duo touched his lips with the tips of his fingers and thought happily
about the kiss he shared with Heero moments ago. He could still
remember the feel of Heero's lips on his. He could practically taste
those lips.
"I'll never forget this day!" he thought. "The Perfect Soldier is finally
mine!!"
"Guess what Quatre?" sang Duo gaily as he bounded into the music room.
"I kissed Heero. Heero Yuy is finally mine!" Duo was about to prance around
happily but stopped short when he noticed the forlorn look on the golden
boy's face.
"Quatre? Why do you look so sad? What's the matter with you!" asked Duo
anxiously.
"Duo, did you say that you kissed Heero? That's wonderful - I'm so happy
for you," said Quatre with a forced smile on his lips.
"Never mind about me," said Duo as he flicked his wrist as if to push
away his news. "Now tell me why you look so sad."
Quatre poured out everything that has been bothering him to his best friend
as Duo listened intently and gravely.
"I see," said Duo as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And Wu-man said
that he's gonna help you? That's funny. I never knew him to help anybody
out in the love department. But I guess he might have some good ideas.
Wu's pretty dependable."
"Yeah. Wufei's a pretty nice guy."
If only they knew the truth... about Wufei and his plots...
Later, Duo and Quatre were in Wufei's room, discussing about how Quatre
will be able to have the love of his life - the great Trowa Barton. OK.
The 'great' part only matters in Quatre's opinion.
"So... what do you suggest Quatre should do?" asked Duo curiously.
"I hope it wouldn't be something drastic..." said Quatre with a flicker
of worry.
"I know! Why don't you wear something really sexy - something that would
knock Tro's socks off!" said the American excitedly as an idea popped into
his head like a glowing light bulb. "You can wear a really sexy and lacy
black teddy and wait for him on his bed before he goes to sleep. That
oughta make him want you real bad. And man, you'll be sooo sexy, blood
will pour from his nose and he'll think real wicked thoughts about
you." Duo grinned mischievously and winked at the blonde Arab.
"Duo-oh!!! I'm not going to do something embarrasing like that!"
protested Quatre, his cheeks aflame. "Trowa would think that I'm insane
or worse, that I'm a pervert if he ever catches me wearing something like
that!"
Meanwhile, droplets of crimson stuff trickled from Wufei's nose as
the Chinese youngster conjured up a vivid image of Quatre wearing a sexy,
lacy black teddy and smiling seductively while striking an alluring pose
on a big, big bed. A bed big enough for two.
"Wufei!" cried Quatre in an alarmed voice when he saw that Wufei's nose
was bleeding and had a glazed look in his eyes. "What's wrong? Are you
sick?"
"I don't think he's sick," snickered Duo. "I think he has been thinking
about some naughty stuff, ne Wu-man?"
"Stop making stupid accusations Maxwell!" snapped Wufei and blushed red.
He wiped off the blood running down his nose with the hanky that Quatre
passed to him.
"Then why did you have a nose-bleed?" asked Quatre innocently.
Wufei did not know what to say.
Trowa thought about his conversation with the blonde angel earlier.
He thought it was the lamest in the entire world. It was lame because
they didn't really have a conversation. Just a few sentences
here and there - and even that was lame.
"Damn! Why can't I just forget about him?" he cursed to himself as he
banged his head against the wall in his room. "Quatre all ready has
Duo. I will never have him - not in a million years. I should just
forget about him and stop feeling sorry for myself like a pathetic,
heartsick wimp!"
An image of big blue eyes, the color of wildflowers with a pure light
shining through them with such transparency and luminousity popped into
his mind. The eyes were what attracted Trowa to the blonde boy in the
first place. Somebody once said that eyes are the windows to the soul
and Trowa believed it to be true because he can see Quatre Rebarba
Winner's soul through those beautiful eyes. Those eyes... they were
the eyes that showed innocence, kindness and gentleness. And they were
not like the eyes of all the hateful people Trowa has ever encountered
in his life. That was why he was drawn to Quatre - because he was an
angel in his life of darkness.
No, how could he ever forget about his beloved Quatre? He was the one
that kept him going. He was the reason he lived till this very day.
To forget about him would be like sinning. And how could he forget when
they were living in the same place and when they were comrades in
fighting?
"Can angels make wishes come true?" wondered Trowa. If Quatre was really
an angel, he would easily ask Quatre to love him back. But of course,
Quatre was merely a human with feelings, too and his feelings were for
Duo and only Duo.
"I may never have him for myself but at least we're still bestfriends,"
he thought wistfully. Then Trowa remembered that he wasn't being such a
good friend to the Arab lately what with all his ignoring and stuff.
"Gomen Quatre.. I shouldn't have ignored you like that. No matter what,
you're still my friend and I will cherish our friendship because that
is all I can ever have from you," the tall boy thought before he went
out to apologize to his bestfriend for his behaviour.
"It's the greatest idea ever!" crowed Duo. "You should just follow my
plan, Q."
"What!? You mean about the part where I get Trowa drunk so that I can
get him to do whatever I want?" said Quatre incredulously. "That is the
stupidest idea ever, Duo!"
"But at least you'll get what you wanted," said Duo, shrugging his shoulders.
"Get what I wanted? You mean sex?!" Quatre nearly shouted.
"That's not what I want! I only want Trowa to fall in love with me!!"
"Soooo make him fall in love with you when you get him stinkin' drunk,"
suggested Duo.
"Yeah right. He will fall in love with me for a night only and forget
about me the next day when he's not drunk anymore," muttered Quatre.
"Wu-man! You're the one who said you had ideas. I'm not hearing anything
from you!"
"Shut up Duo!" snapped the Chinese. "All your noisy jabbering has made me
forget everything I had in my head!" Wufei knew he was lying. Actually,
he still hadn't thought of what to do yet. If he didn't think fast, this
story wouldn't be going anywhere fast! (ps: If I don't think
fast, this fic is never going to end, ne? I bet that's what minna-san
is thinking...)
Suddenly an idea flickered in Wufei's head. He thought that is was a
great idea. A totally wicked idea. He felt like laughing evilly
like a mad scientist but he stopped himself from doing that or else
Quatre and Duo would think there's something wrong with him.
"I have a great idea," he said with a wicked smile.
"What?" asked the other two boys in unison.
"This is what the both of you have to do."
"Both of us?" interrupted Duo. "Oh well, never mind. I'll just do anything
for the sake of getting Quatre with Trowa."
That was just what Wufei wanted to hear. He whispered out his evil plan
to the pretty blonde and brunette.
Gomen everyone for being really slow with this fic.. Please don't be mad
, ne? I'm working on Part 8 all ready so it will be out soon. I hope.
Anyway, lots of thanks to everybody who sent me their feedback and
stuff and keep sending me more!! You know where to send 'em! Send your
feedback to me at blue_violet@
gundamwing.org. Ja!!
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