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" Welcome Home "Written By: Emerald Pillow
Warnings: supernatural; angst; yaoi; lemon(s);
i think that's it... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing...blah, blah,blah...yeah, i'm poor. Pairings: 1x3x1, 5x2 Rating: NC 17
Welcome Home Part 4 Duo stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had tried to be strong for his grandfather. Somehow, he knew that the old man wouldn't want anyone to cry. . .but he couldn't help it. The way he was feeling right now, he wondered if he would have the strength to withstand being the center of all the harsh stares while he served his eulogy. In all his years as an orphan, he never felt as alone and empty as he did now. He wasn't sure why. . .perhaps it was the fact that he got a small sample of what it felt like to actually have a family. Being with Dennis, even if it was for two days, made him feel like he had a place that he truly belonged. Now it was gone. He considered staying in the closed room until everyone left. He scouted in the depths of his being to find the nerve he was known for. . .but couldn't. He couldn't even find it to speak up when he had been insulted by almost everyone in the funeral home. Part of him wanted to leave. He had already paid his respects to his grandfather. There was no longer a need to stay there. Wiping away the tears that he had shed, he inhaled deeply three times. He then threw his tissue into the waste basket and headed for the door. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for his friends. When he finally spotted them, he continued walking. On his way, he passed Coleman again. The rich boy placed himself in Duo's path. "Well, I guess you're going back to being Annie street urchin." Duo forced back his tears. He refused to allow Coleman so see them. . .but he couldn't think of anything to say. "Leave him alone." Both boys looked up to find a Chinese boy glaring at the wealthy one. Duo's heart soared at the sight of his friend. "Another member of the street rat party." "Someone as rich as you should have been able to afford social skills." Wu Fei snapped and glared at the boy. "Wu Fei, don't you know who this is?" Duo asked, sounding astound by his friend's comment. "This is the three time state winner of pool, who lost to a lowly street rat. Maybe he used the refund from social skills to maintain losing skills. Because, you took that very well. . .didn't you Raddy?" Wu Fei smirked at the comment, bringing forth Duo's smile as well. "Well, if we're trading insults, then perhaps I should indulge you in the worse possible one. . .which is the truth." Coleman started as he narrowed his eyes at the braided boy. "You only went along with this little grandson charades because you believed that your 'grandfather' was worth billions. . .well guess what urchin? Dempsey is worth billions. . .in debt. He wasted his entire fortune trying to find you, my gender bending misconcepted fool. And from my point of view, it wasn't worth it. He should have left you in whatever rat hole you scurried from and. . ." His words were interrupted as Wu Fei slammed his fist into the boy's face. "My nose!" The boy yelled grabbing the attention of nearby people. "You bastard! You'll be hearing from my lawyers." He cried and ran off into the crowd. Duo stared at Wu Fei in disbelief. "He just wouldn't shut up." He informed and Duo grinned mischievously. "My hero." The American gasp in a princess voice and flung himself into his savior's arms, causing the stares to worsen. He was a little surprised to find that Wu Fei was returning the embrace. "Wow, you've gotten a lot stronger since I last saw you." He teased and lightly squeezed the covered biceps. "A little." "Watch out Heero, here comes Wu-wu." Duo laughed as Wu Fei pulled from the hold. "I'm glad to see that you're taking this so well." He looked into the depths of the violet eyes and noticed the redness. "Well, now that you're here, it'll be better. By the way, nice attire." He chuckled and searched the uniform. In truth, he didn't mind it. He thought Wu Fei was at his most adorable in the Preventer clothes. "I know it's not appropriate. . .but if I would have stopped to change, I wouldn't have made it on time." "I'm so flattered. You wanted to be here for me." "I figured you could use as much support as you could get." "Well, he looks a lot happier." Quatre scoffed as he watched Duo and Wu Fei from a distance. Trowa only shook his head in grief for his friend.
Presently, the two boys were on the interstate, heading toward the mansion that was left for Duo. The American was flipping through the stations, but most were too full of static. The ones that weren't were classical music, talk, sports, or gospel stations. Deciding it better to be quiet, the braided boy turned off the radio. He sat back in his seat in time to notice the rest stop sign. "We should stop at the next rest area." He said quickly and Wu Fei nodded. "Do we have anything left to snack on? I'm kinda hungry." "I think there's a bag of chips in my bag. If you like sour cream." Wu Fei informed, and Duo turned around in his seat to dig for the food prize. "Oh yeah. That's the best kind next to the cheese ones." He grinned and started shifting through the bag on the back seat. "What's this?" He asked as he pulled out a CD. "Michael Jackson?" His violet eyes widen in surprise and he stared at the Chinese boy. "You actually listen to Michael Jackson?" "Is there something wrong with Michael Jackson?" "Well no. I mean, he is the king of pop; till this day, he is. There's no rivaling him. . .I'm just surprised that you would listen to him. To tell you the truth, I didn't think you listened to music. So where did you find this at?" "A used record store close by the Preventers headquarters." "Let's listen to it." With that, Duo started to rip open the package. "Maxwell!" "What?" "What makes you think that I want to open it?" "Well, if you bought it from a used record store, I seriously doubt that you could get it for mint value since somebody had to have listened to it at one point in time. Come on, there's nothing on the radio and unless you want me to sing every song on this CD myself, I suggest you let me play it." "Go for it." Duo wasted no time in ripping off the plastic and slipping the CD into the player. As the beginning beats of "Bad" filled the space between the two boys, Duo started singing along and dancing like the pop star. . .or at least the best he could while sitting in his seat. "Weren't you hungry a moment ago?" Wu Fei asked as he smiled to himself at his companion. "I dunno. I guess I'm not any more. Maybe I was just bored or something." He stopped dancing and looked over at the Chinese boy. "Can I ask you something?" "What?" "Why do you call me Maxwell? Do you forget that my name is Duo?" "No. It's the way I was raised. My father was strict about showing respect to others; and calling them by their last name was considered one way of doing that in my clan." "Wow. You respect me?" "Why not?" "I don't think I've ever been respected before. . .so how do I get you to disrespect me and start calling me Duo?" "When I feel comfortable with it." "I make you nervous?" The American teased and slid closer to the driver's side of the car. "No." "I think I do. Maybe we should get more comfortable around each other by talking." "About what?" "I dunno. How about your dad?" There was a short pause as Wu Fei's coal eyes remained to the road. "That's not exactly something I want to talk about." "Oh." Duo's eyes fell to the dashboard as he silently cursed himself. He should have known better than expect to jump into pasts that quickly. He racked his brain for something else to talk about, but for some reason, he wasn't thinking too clearly. . .maybe because he was sitting so close to Wu Fei. With that thought, he slid completely back into his own seat. Suddenly the song changed and it gave him a lame, but lighthearted ideal. "How did you get into Michael Jackson?" Another silence followed; this one seemed darker than the last. "I just can't say anything right around you. . ." Duo muttered more to himself than Wu Fei. The Preventer glanced over at the downcast features for a second. Seeing anything but a smile on Duo's lips bothered him. It didn't seem right, nor did it feel right. He understood that Duo saw that question as harmless, most anybody would. . .so right now, there was only one thing left for him to do, and that was to answer. As uncomfortable the conversation to follow was going to be, seeing a frown on Duo's lips would be worse. "It's not you Maxwell." "I keep bringing things up that upset you." "You're not doing it on purpose. It's a harmless
question in truth."
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