| LittleMouse encouraged me to put up my own GW fanfic. There is yaoi ahead (I think, it depends on how well I think I can write it). If you're not comfortable with it then don't read. Nuf Said. And thanks Mouse, I'll be blackmailing you later. ;) Disclaimer: I do not own GW. ~*~*~*~ signifies a change in time/place. Pairings: 1x4, 2x3, 5x?, perhaps others... '______' signifies thoughts -____- signifies things said in Mandarin ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Wufei was woken in the morning by a bright beam of sunlight in his face. Blinking in confusion and rubbing the sleep from his eyes he wondered what had happened. When he looked around and saw that he was still on the roof of his building and damp with dew he jumped up and let out a rather impressive stream of Mandarin curses. It took him exactly 24 minutes to run inside, shower, change, grab his keys and run out the door. it took him another 3.5 minutes to run back in and grab some cash for lunch before actually leaving for work. By some miracle he was only 15 minutes later. By some curse Duo noticed. "Hey Fei! You all right? First time you've ever been late." "I am fine Maxwell. I got caught out later than intended." 'On my roof.' "Oooooo! Fei got some!" The former pilot chanced a suggestive leer-eyebrow-waggle combo before turning to run. One Duo Maxwell did not duck fast enough in this case and got a rather sharp pencil point to the rear. "YIPE! What the hell was that for!?" Turning around to bitch face to face he abruptly bit off anything that may have come out via his vocal cords. One Change Wufei had a rather murderous look on his face and a mug full of freshly sharpened pencils near his right hand. Deciding he'd rather have his posterior in tact he opted for a strategic advance to the rear. Only when one Chang Wufei heard one Duo Maxwell's office door shut and lock did he opt to throw the pencil in his hand into the innocent wall. Where it stuck with a solid thump. One Trowa Barton unfortunately witnessed said pencil's demise. "Should I ask?" He was replied with a grunt. "Thought not. Here." "What are these?" Taking the papers he briefly leafed through them. Medical reports, mission statements, backlogs and family histories greeted him on his perusal. "They're files on the new recruits. Une asked me to get one of the other pilots to help me look through these. You are the best one for the job." "Quatre would be a better choice. Or Duo." "Wrong." Wufei's head snapped up at that. "Quatre tends to be a little too optimistic when selecting new personnel, Heero too harsh, and Duo tends to go on an 'accept them all and I'll kick their ass later' mentality. His words not mine." Wufei offered a small smirk and amused grunt at the commentary. "So how am I any better? I'm just as biased as anyone else." "You have family background and can understand the time it would take. You also have a firm grip on how the human body reacts and recovers as well as a sense of who can and will work well together in a situation. Silence greeted the abrupt (in Wufei's mind) compliment and flattery. It soon changed to a slight smirk. "I don't know what to be more shocked about, you complimenting me or talking for more than one sentence, or five consecutive words." He got a small look for that. "Alright. When do I need to get these back to you?" "The end of the week. Friday afternoon the latest." "Expect them tomorrow." Wufei was on the receiving end of the grunt this time. Chuckling softly at Trowa’s look and grunt combo he started to flip through the files of the newest recruits. If he skipped lunch he could get these done before he left that evening. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Hey ‘Ro, find anything yet?” “Hn.” Heero Yuy glanced up to see Duo walking in. A slightly confused frown marred his forehead. Realizing he was still rubbing his abused rear he pulled his hand away, blushing slightly. “Fei nailed me.” Heero’s eyebrows nearly vanished under a fall of chocolate colored bangs. “NOT THAT WAY!” “Not what way?” Heero smirked as Trowa walked into the room. “I got nailed by Fei this morning.” This time it was Trowa’s visible eyebrow that nearly became lost. “For Shinigami’s sake, not that way!” Heero and Trowa shared a look before both smirked. Duo glared. “Fei ran late. Said he’d been out. I made a comment. Said comment got his aim to focus on my posterior with a rather sharp pencil point.” “Wouldn’t happen to have commented on what he did while he was out, did it? Or who?” “Maybe.” “Are you wounded?” “Only my dignity.” At that comment he turned his gaze heavenward and rubbed the sore spot again. “You have to have dignity in order to wound it.” Both Trowa and Duo gaped at Heero for a long moment. “OI!” Trowa spent the next five minutes trying to curb his laughter before they could proceed with tapping a certain dragon’s computer and cell phone. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Love?” “Hmm?” “Do you think Wufei is hiding from us?” He didn’t know how to answer that, pulling his smaller lover on his lap and wrapped his arms around him. Strange how after the war he’d become a bit of a cuddler. At least where a particular blonde was concerned. “I’m worried. DO you think he’s alright? I mean he looked fine today. A little thinner, maybe. But there weren’t any circles under his eyes.” “Concealer.” “Huh?” “Under his eyes. There was some sort of makeup there. I don’t know if he’s hiding circles or an embarrassing bruise.” “I didn’t notice anything.” “I delivered papers to him in the afternoon. He dropped something and I bent over to get it. When I straightened up I saw the small discoloration and smelled the chemicals. He hid it well.” There was silence for a short time as the former pilot of Sandrock curled into his lover’s arms. “Now I’m really worried.” “Hn.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It’s cold again tonight. Colder than last night. And the clouds are fewer. The moon seems brighter for some reason. There’s an owl in the maple next to my building, hooting softly into the night. That tree is one of the reasons I like my apartment. It shades my room and I can watch the colors turn with the seasons. I never thought I’d look forward to the chill so much. My first experience had me hating it. Now I crave the chill. It lets me wear warm clothing with long sleeves. I can hide a few things under the layers of warm fabric. Things I don’t want…. them to see. What would they think of me if they saw? I don’t think I could stand that. They’re all still my friends. I could stand to loose one or two and still live. But if they hated me, never wanted to see me for what was behind my mask, I think I wouldn’t last the night. A little flicker in the tree catches my attention and I watch as the large owl flies out. Odd, I didn’t think that species would live in such an urban area. Then again who would have suspected me of living here after the war? Large tawny wings catch the night air silently. I watch entranced as the bird swooped into the night air, hunting for it’s dinner. And I am jealous. -To translate a poem once must whisper like the wind, sing like an owl, and dance like the moon in the rain. Then can you first translate a poem.- |