Hey Gundam fans! My second fic is written! I’m really enjoying writing down all these crazy little ideas that pop into my head from who knows where. Hope you like it too.

This fic has shounen ai, too so there! ::sticks out tongue:: Deal with it, Melissa! Bwahaha!

::Cough:: so just put standard disclaimer here. The character’s don’t belong to me, but to whoever made them. Don’t sue me. It’ll only get you a used pair of sneakers and some ABC gum!

WARNINGS: SAP!!! (mostly sap)….some language…not too bad though…ENJOY!!! (write to me, too! All comments will receive a reply!) Firefly867@aol.com

Wufei glanced up from his book for what must have been the tenth time that night. His gaze drifted through the small cabin to fall on each of the other pilots in turn. Trowa sat before the fire, a sleeping Quatre in his arms. Their closeness and the gently flickering tendrils of the fire helping to dismiss an amount of the winter mountain cold.

His gaze quickly drifted to a distant corner of the room where a very stoic Heero Yuy say at an old oak desk, clicking furiously on his laptop. The blue screen gave off an almost ghostly sheen enveloping his body with it’s shroud.

Wufei couldn’t help but smile.

Always the perfect soldier. Always waiting for a mission.

His eyes narrowed, analyzing the sight before him. Not at all unpleasant. Even in the faint blue glow of the laptop, Heero’s eyes still shown a brighter shade of cobalt, scrutinizing the screen, demanding answers. His brown hair, dark, like everything else about him, was tousled and fell wildly about his face. His brow was furrowed with concentration, Wufei noted.

The Chinese pilot continued with his analysis

Such smooth skin… gently curving cheek bones…sensual lips…

The door burst open and a very frozen looking Duo Maxwell joined his fellow pilots.

"Damn it’s cold!" he greeted the others, smacking his braid repeatedly against the wall in an attempt to loosen the ice clinging to the chestnut strands. "Hey Wu-man! Whatcha reading?" he inquired, sauntering over to a scowling Wufei.

Not at all pleased to be interrupted by a loudmouthed baka while engrossed in his favorite hobby (i.e. Heero watching), he muttered a few profanities in Chinese as he set down his novel and proceeded to the coat rack.

"I’m going out," he stated to no one in particular before pulling open the door and trudging out to a very snow covered porch.********

He’s doing it again. Heero thought to himself. Feeling rather than seeing the eyes of a certain Chinese pilot staring at him.

That’s the tenth time tonight.

Heero tried to concentrate, putting forth all his energy into making a new mission miraculously appear on the laptop screen. Typing in random passcodes and hacking through databases, anything to pass the time.

And to take my mind off him. What does he find so fascinating about me? Why does he stare like that?

A thousand questions raced through Heero’s mind and, finding he didn’t have the answer to one, he busied himself by typing mechanically, blankly watching the numbers and words as they flew by.

Then Duo Maxwell broke the silence. "Damn it’s cold!"

Heero glanced briefly at the braided maniac before returning his attention to the laptop. The conversation was not lost on him, though.

"Hey Wu-man! Whatcha reading?"

Heero tensed. He could feel Wufei’s anger from across the room. Knowing the Shenlong pilot would not lash out at his tormentor, (seeing it as a sign of weakness), Heero found he was curious as to what Wufei would do. He admittedly was a bit surprised when the Chinese youth slammed his book closed and stormed out the cabin door after grabbing a coat and announcing

"I’m going out."

Heero’s eyes had never left him.

Why? He asked himself. Why do I care?

******* The sound of the old wooden door slamming awakened Quatre. Still held tightly in Trowa’s long arms, he whispered, "Someone should go after him."

"No, Angel," Trowa said, tilting his head so his lips brushed Quatre’s ear. "Let him have some time to himself."

Quatre nodded and was on the verge of a blissful slumber when another thought struck him.

"It’s freezing outside. He could catch cold." He turned his suddenly frightened eyes on Trowa. "He needs a blanket."

"I’ll bring one to him." The sound of Heero’s voice startled the other pilots. He had barely spoken the whole time they had been trapped in the small mountain cabin by the quickly rising snow.

Quatre forced himself out of shock long enough to give Heero a quick nod, letting the other know he had heard and understood Wing’s pilot.

Heero rose from the desk and switched off his laptop. He then walked over to the pack where the pilots were keeping their supplies and removed a large fleece blanket before grabbing a coat and heading out into the cold himself.

*******

"That stupid, loudmouthed, obnoxious, pitiful excuse for a Gundam pilot," Wufei muttered shaking his head sadly. He had been enjoying the silent beauty and strength of the Japanese boy when Duo broke into thoughts.

"Never did know when to shut up."

He allowed his mind to drift back to thoughts of Heero when he heard the large cabin door open and shut behind him. Wufei turned to chide whoever dared disturb his pleasant thoughts a second time when he saw Heero shuffling through the snow towards him, fuzzy fleece blanket in hand. Wufei’s breath caught in his throat.

"Heero?" he squeaked, not recognizing his own voice.

"Hai," the Japanese pilot joined Wufei on the wooden porch bench and held out the blanket to him. "Quatre said you might be cold."

Ordinarily, Wufei would consider cold a trivial thing and reject the offer. But this time, the offered item came from Heero. The boy who haunted his dreams. He reached over and carefully took the blanket.

"Arigato," he whispered unfolding it to wrap about his shaking shoulders. It wasn’t the cold that caused the trembling of his body, though. Heero’s lithe form was so close to Wufei’s own that the Shenlong pilot had become jittery.

*******

Heero was surprised when Wufei accepted the blanket. Not believing Wufei wanted to admit he felt the cold, Heero had expected his offer to be rejected. He sat quietly, though, and watched as Wufei unfolded the blanket and pulled it around his shaking body.

Heero’s eyes drifted across the vision before him.

Slender hands…slight shoulders…silky black hair…eyes to match…Beautiful.

"Beautiful," he repeated to himself, eyes gently closed.

"Nani?"

Oh shit! I must have said it out loud.

"Uh…" Heero’s mind raced for something to say. "The stars. Beautiful from Earth." He sighed.

[That was a close one Yuy.]

Oh, shut up! Heero scowled

Wufei didn’t seem to notice, though. His attention now focused on the twinkling lights overhead.

*******

"The hunter is upside down tonight," Wufei smiled.

"Huh?" Heero was brought back to attention. Wufei blushed.

"Orion, the hunter." His hand rose to gesture to a grouping of stars high above.

"What are you talking about?" Heero now looked slightly annoyed.

"The constellations," Wufei turned to his companion, slightly frustrated now. "Pictures made by groupings of stars."

Heero continued to stare blankly. Wufei turned his attention back to the heavens.

"Look at those three stars all in a row there. Those make Orion’s belt. Can you see it now?"

Heero squinted, then shook his head softly.

"Are you sure they’re really there?"

"Different people see different things," Wufei explained calmly. "There are others, too. Taurus is that V of stars there, and over there is Cephius-it looks like a square with a triangle on top. Cassiopeia is like a giant W and Ursa Major looks just like a ladle." Wufei glanced at Heero and couldn’t contain his smile. The Japanese youth had tilted his head to the side in order to better view the constellations and, by doing so, his cheek was now mere inches from Wufei’s shoulder.

"I still can’t see them," Heero sighed. Wufei thought he could detect a hint of distress in the voice, but dismissed the idea quickly.

"Well," Wufei decided to continue anyway. "There’s Pegasus-looks like a flying horse…and Gemini -like two figures holding hands…"

"I SEE IT!" Heero practically shrieked, forgetting his Perfect Soldier training in his childlike revelry. "I SEE IT! IT’S THEM! TWO BOYS HOLDING HANDS!"

Wufei stared in surprise at the boy beside him. Heero was grinning wildly from ear to ear. During the outburst, Heero, in his excitement, had turned his head completely to the sky in an effort to better see the constellation, this action finally closing the distance between Wufei’s shoulder and his cheek. Heero’s head now rested gently on Wufei’s shoulder.

"Tell me about them," Heero practically purred, the sudden excitement dissipating slowly.

"Well…" Wufei began, "they were two brothers, twins, kindred souls. Only one was mortal and the other immortal." He flicked his tongue over his lips wetting them before continuing. "Being mortal, one brother died and Zeus, the king of the Greek gods, took pity on the immortal brother. He placed them in the sky so they would be together forever."

Upon finishing, Wufei turned to the boy resting on his shoulder. Heero seemed to be deep in thought. Wufei had an idea …if it didn’t get him killed by a very pissed off Heero Yuy that is. Shifting the weight on his shoulder gently, he carefully wrapped the blanket around Heero’s sitting form as well as his own.

Wufei held his breath, waiting for Heero’s response. Heero just snuggled up closer to the warmth that was Wufei, mumbling something about "kindred souls" as he drifted off to sleep on the Chinese boy’s shoulder.

*******

Meanwhile : From inside the cabin…

"Duo, come away from the window," a very sleepy Quatre mumbled basking in the fading warmth of the dying fire and Trowa’s strong arms.

Duo just watched the figures huddled on the porch… It’s about time…