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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 7
Wu Fei rubbed his sore shoulder as he stepped off the
last step of the stair well. As he neared the kitchen, he could hear
Duo singing. The closer he came, the louder it got. While standing
on the threshold of the kitchen, he had a clear view of the American
dancing, bobbing his head, and singing along to the battery-powered
radio sitting on the kitchen counter. A smile pulled at the Chinese
boy’s lips as he watched the petite frame move about the vas
kitchen, preparing the closest thing to breakfast that it could with
their limited supply of gas, water, and electricity. As if sensing someone watching him, Duo looked toward
the doorway. He jumped at noticing Wu Fei leaning against the doorframe.
Slightly brewing, the American turned down the music and playfully
scowled at his friend. He rolled his eyes and huffed as Wu Fei stepped
further into the room. “Why don’t you just sneak up on someone?”
“You would have heard me if you didn’t have
the music so loud.” The Preventer walked to the nearest chair
and slumped, still rubbing the back of his shoulder. “You okay?” “Yeah. I think I slept on it wrong.” Duo chewed
his bottom lip as he watched Wu Fei continue to rub and rotate his
shoulder. More than anything, the American wanted to give his friend
a massage, but he wasn’t sure of how the action would be taken.
What the hell. He told himself as he stepped behind
Wu Fei. Without a word, he started massaging the stiff shoulders.
To his surprise, there were no objections from the sitting boy. Duo’s
lips curved in a smile as he realized that this was just another sign
that the strong wall was cracking. Wu Fei closed his eyes and enjoyed
the relaxing touch. In truth, he never had his shoulders massaged
before. “Did you sleep well?” Duo questioned, feeling
more comfortable with the actions. “When Yuy and Barton finally stopped.” “I offered you to stay in my room.” “You look like you had enough company with Winner
there.” Duo was quiet; despite the fact that he had a million
things running through his head that he wanted to say. . .but all
of them were jokes or a way to tease Wu Fei. Duo wanted to show the
Chinese boy that there was a serious side to him as well as a jester.
“No jokes?” “I’m being somber today.” “I’ll believe that when I see it.” When
no reply came, Wu Fei pulled from the touch and looked into Duo’s
face. “What’s wrong?” Duo shrugged. “I don’t know. I just feel like feeling that
way.” “Why?” Duo stared down at the floor. “You
seemed happy just a few seconds ago.” Wu Fei lightly cupped his
chin and brought his face to eye level. The touch sent chills up and
down the braided boy’s spine. “Is there something I can
do for you to help you feel better?” At the question, at least
a dozen answers came to him. . .but he didn’t voice them. “I’ll be okay. I’m not really a morning
person. I might perk up later.” “I hope so. I don’t think I like seeing you
like this.” “Good morning.” Quatre chirped as he bounced
into the kitchen. He stopped suddenly as he noticed Duo’s chin
in Wu Fei’s hand. “Am I interrupting something?” He
asked half in innocence, half upset. At the question, Wu Fei released
the heart shaped face. He walked over to the counter and picked up
a bagel as Duo stared at the blonde. “Well, I think we should
head into town and see if we can get something done about the utilities
in this place. If we’re going to stay here for three whole weeks,
we should at least be comfortable.” Duo glanced over at Wu Fei.
“It’s a good ideal.” Wu Fei stated and
turned to leave the room. “Thanks a lot Quatre.” Duo snapped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. . .”
“It’s all right Q. Maybe I’ll get another
chance.” “What were you doing?” “Giving him a massage. Let me go tell Heero and
Trowa where we’re going. Then we’ll go.” He headed
up stairs and straight to the room that his friends shared. He knocked
on the door before opening it. He was a little surprised to find Trowa
standing on the bed detaching a mirror from the ceiling. “Hey,
what the hell are you doing?” Trowa stopped and looked over at
the braided boy. “I’ll put it back before we leave.” At
this time, Heero appeared next to Duo. “If you leave it alone, then you don’t have
to worry about putting it back.” “Duo, it’s no big deal.” Heero stated.
“Yes it is! Do I alter your place when I come to
visit?” “It’s just a mirror. . .why are you throwing
a shit fit?” Trowa questioned. “Just leave it alone Trowa.” The tone was
irritated. “Duo. . .” “Trowa! Leave it!” Trowa glared down at the
American. At that moment, the glass of the mirror began trembling.
The only one to notice was Heero. Before he could react, the glass
surface shattered, and rained on the Latin. Trowa fell to his knees
on the bed, covering his head with his arms. “Trowa.” Heero pushed pass Duo and dashed
to Trowa’s side. He lifted the Latin’s face and was relieved
to find that there was no serious injury. The entire downpour delivered
were cuts to his bare arms. Once seeing that the taller boy was okay,
Duo narrowed his eyes. “That’s what you get for messing with it dumbass. You’re going to pay for that . . .not to mention seven years of bad luck.” Duo barked and headed back toward the stairs. Trowa looked down at the shards covering the blankets. Not what he wanted . . .but as long as the mirror was no longer hovering over him, it didn’t matter. ********** Heero wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned off
the lawn mower. The day turned out to be hotter than the whether reports
predicted. His attention turned toward the roof of the mansion where
Wu Fei and Trowa were working on repairing several holes and damaged
shingles. Both boys were wearing shorts, but Wu Fei had removed his
shirt somewhere along the lines. Heero’s eyes were glued to his
boyfriend for a moment. Trowa was wearing a pair of tight cut off
jeans that always succeed in driving him wild. His attention was averted
as a car pulled up the dirt drive. A moment later, Duo and Quatre
climbed out. “Looking good.” Duo stated and his eyes swept
the lawn. “At least you can see the house from the road now.”
“Where are Trowa and Wu Fei?” Quatre wondered
as he stepped next to Duo. Heero didn’t respond, he only looked
up at the roof. Both Duo and Quatre followed his stare. “Oh.
Well, they’re sending someone out tomorrow to turn everything
on.” Quatre continued speaking. Meanwhile, Duo’s eyes were
glued to the Chinese boy. He felt himself become aroused from watching
him work. The sweat slowly running down his muscular arms held his
full attention. “Duo?” Quatre tapped his shoulder. “Huh?” “Are you zoning out again?” Quatre wondered
and Duo managed to pull his eyes from the object of his affection.
“What were you saying?” “I said that we should go start lunch.” “Right.” With that, he followed the blonde
into the house. Just as he advanced toward the door, he remembered
the bag of ice they got at a party store on the way back. He quickly
retrieved that and then headed in. As he and Quatre began making sandwiches,
he found that his thoughts were returning to Wu Fei. Though he didn’t
get a chance to watch him flex his muscles yesterday, there were still
three weeks to catch the event. Thinking of this brought a smile to
his lips. At that moment, he felt something cold touch the back of
his neck. He jumped and turned around to find Quatre holding a ice
cube in his hand. “I can’t seem to keep your attention for anything
today, can I?” “Sorry. I still have the image of Wu Fei on the
roof lingering . . .what were you saying?” “I said that the mirror messed up Trowa’s
arms pretty bad.” Quatre restated. On the ride into town, Duo
had told his friend about the incident. “Serves him right. I told him to leave it alone.
. .but he wouldn’t listen. Sometimes I wish I could sock him.
Just once. I don’t even know what his damn problem is lately.”
“Why not ask him?” “Yeah right. He doesn’t talk to me that often
any ways. I think he likes to piss me off. That has to be it. He’s
never liked me.” “Come on Duo, maybe you’re over emphasizing.
Maybe it just seems that way to you.” “Hell no. From the start he’s been picking on me. . .he didn’t even know me and he was picking on me. He’s just an asshole. I don’t see what Heero
sees in him.” “Well, why not take the time to get to know him?
I mean, with Heero as your best friend, don’t you think you owe
that much to him?” “I’d like it better if they just break up
and he disappear altogether.” ~ * ~ Chapter
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