Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Life ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer : I do not own the GW characters but I do own the OCs.

 

Author's Note : Let see… I have it beta and the thanks goes to lass48. She really is my angel. She has helped me a lot in this chapter and I hope you will enjoy reading it.

 

Original `Costa Rica' will be altered to suit my flow of ficcy.

 

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Beautiful Life

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

As the first beam of a ray of sunshine touch a lightly tanned shoulder through the open windows, he started to wake up. He fluttered his eyelids groggily. Very slowly, he stretched his upper body as he let out a big yawn. He sighed with contentment. He snuggled deeper in his bed and pulled his quilt over his head to block out the ray of sunlight. He purred as he let his eyelids close. He wished he could lay in his bed forever. Surrounded by his quilt providing warmth, a fluffy pillow under his head, a soft mattress on which he's currently lying and most of all the lovely smell of his bed. Not just the smell of the softener but his personal smell in it too. He inhaled deeply.

 

"Ah... nice..." He breathed out.

 

Yes, he was addicted to his bed. Surrounding with warmth, softness and lovely smell, it's his paradise. He was about to slip off into la la land world when the smell of bacon and coffee penetrated his quilt and crept into his nose. His tummy growled noisily. He was too lazy to move but his tummy kept growling, destroying his moment of bliss in his bed. He groaned. He gave in. Yes, his second addiction. Coffee. Reluctantly, he pushed away his quilt and slowly levered his upper body up from the bed into a sitting position. Scratching his head he found his hair was loose, his other hand blindly searching for his hair tie. Once found, he combed his hair with his fingers and tied it up. Though it was not fit for an appearance in the outside world, it was good enough for him to get through breakfast without his hair falling into his food.

 

He pulled the rest of the quilt away from his legs. He pushed himself to the edge of his bed, where his wheelchair sat with the front of its seat touching the bed. Then, he slowly turned himself around with his back to the chair as he adjusted his legs. He pushed himself backwards into the wheelchair. His legs still on the bed, he unlocked the brakes on the wheelchair and rolled back a few inches to make room to pull his legs from the bed. Once he had positioned his feet on the foot rests, he wheeled himself into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. After he was done with his normal ritual, including brushing his teeth, he rolled back out and to his bedroom door, He turned the knob, moving back a bit to let the door swing open and wheeled out without bothering to close it behind him.

 

 

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In the kitchen, a very messy-haired, brunette guy wearing only sweat pants was turning bacon in a pan. Eyes half closed, he nodded his head every few seconds, a trail of saliva glistening at the corner of his mouth. His hand automatically switched off the gas and he served the bacon on plates on the dining table before he put away the dirty utensils inside the dishwasher.

 

"It's a wonder you haven't burned down the house with you still half asleep making breakfast."

 

With one last nod, he pried his eyes open and with bloodshot eyes, he looked wearily at the person in the wheelchair. He used the back of his hand to wipe away the trail of saliva.

 

"Ew... you didn't wash your face when you woke up, did you?" He grimaced as he rolled his wheelchair to the dining table to get himself some coffee.

 

The brunette snorted shortly, walked like a zombie till he was behind the wheelchair and slumped over the young man's back heavily. The young man's body was pushed forward with the burden on his back. The brunette wrapped around the young man's upper body as he brushed their cheeks affectionately like a cat, purring.

 

"You haven't even shaven. Get off of me!" The young man squirmed. He tried to lean away from the brunette's chin and to break the hold around him.

 

The brunette stopped but instead of releasing his hold, he buried his face at the juncture of the young man's neck and shoulders. He inhaled deeply.

 

"A…and stop s...sniffing me!" The young man desperately tried to squirm away from him and had a hard time containing his laughter. Yes, he was ticklish. He had the most sensitive body. He hated it when people put their hand on his shoulder or around it. He hated it when people wrapped their hand around his waist. He definitely hated it when somebody tried to give him a massage, no matter if it was his shoulders or neck. He would lean away, wheel away, avoiding touch as much as possible. Yes, definitely his worst weakness.

 

"I'm so envious of you Fei... You have smooth skin. You don't have to shave. And you smell good even when you sweat. And you don't even have hair down there.... Are all… exotic Asians that lucky? I'm willing to do anything just to trade my body for yours." His whine was muffled on Fei's shoulder.

 

"G...Gary!" Fei blushed hotly.

 

Gary chuckled. He took pity on Fei and released him. He stood up and stretched his lithe body, showing off his well built frame. He was a good 6.2 feet tall. Fei quickly looked away.

 

"Boy, I feel too lazy to go to work today," he slurred. He took a seat and banged his head on the table.

 

"You, Doctor Gary shouldn't think so little of your job. Your patients are your responsibility." Fei sprinkled some Chinese tea leaves in the cup before he poured freshly brewed coffee on top of them.

 

"But there's no handsome patients for me to look at OR they are already taken OR they are straight. I'm not that bad looking… why can't I find my man?" he cried.

 

"Who would dare get near you if you're constantly wagging your fox tail every time a young guy shows up in front of you? You know, first impressions are the most important." Fei add two spoonfuls of condensed milk to sweeten the coffee. After some stirring, he pushed a cup to Gary.

 

Gary sighed. "Nobody wants me. Then Fei, would you marry me instead?" He raised his head and took a sip of his cup of tea-coffee.

 

Fei rolled his eyes. "No. My life is more filled than yours and I'm not that desperate."

 

"But you are an exotic and will make a cute husband. People will envy me. Plus, you make the best coffee in the world!" Gary laughed evilly.

 

A big vein popped up on Fei's forehead. He picked up a cube of sugar and threw it at him and... hit his target. "Bull's-eye." He smirked and then laughed out loud at the look of shock on his face.

 

Gary coughed and banged his chest, tears trailing down his face. "You're a meanie," he wheezed after he managed to cough out the cube of sugar.

 

"Oh boy, that was the best laugh I have ever had." Fei panted. He used his forefinger to wipe his tears from his eyes.

 

"Good for you then," Gary pouted.

 

After they had finished their breakfast, Gary put away the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

 

"Time to prepare your bath. Choose your poison." He grasped hold and pushed the wheelchair, heading to the master bathroom. They did have a second bathroom but it was smaller and very inconvenient for them to clean themselves.

 

"Jasmine." Fei replied.

 

"Jasmine it is then."

 

 

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Gary was taking a shower, washing his hair while Fei soaked in the bath tub with a hint of jasmine smell to the water. A Plastic curtain was stretched out as Fei DID NOT need to see him washing his body, especially the lower portion. Gary had the most twisted mind with the way he cleaned himself but at least he was quiet except for the running shower. Yes, they had seen each other's naked body. Everyday. But nothing had changed between them. They were still friends. Best friends. Two years ago, Gary, acting as his doctor had helped him through a lot. He had amnesia and his legs were paralyzed. He couldn't even remember his name but he wanted to be called Fei. He didn't know why but the back of his mind kept whispering 'Fei' at him. Gary paid his medical bills. He offered him a home and supported him. He always made Fei's miserable life more bearable. He had slowly learned to accept his current condition as time passed by.

 

"So, how are your legs feeling today?" Gary asked, breaking the silence.

 

"Besides that I can feel touches and temperature, nothing has changed," Fei frowned.

 

"Um... it's about time to give you another check up. Maybe I will prescribe a different medication."

 

"Gary, I want no more pills. No matter how much you prescribe for me, it's still the same."

 

Gary turned off the shower, reducing it to the sounds of dripping water. His eyes hardened. It hurt him every time Fei was on the edge of giving up hope. The first time he met him at the hospital all banged up two years ago, he was attracted to him. At first, he thought he had fallen in love at first sight but the more they saw each other and communicated, his long forgotten memory of his younger brother had coming back to haunt him. Maybe because he couldn't cherish his younger brother when he was alive, he was given a second chance to do what he couldn't do in the past. Yes, it's love. Brother's love. He cherished his new found brother and would do anything to keep him happy and healthy. Perhaps till he's kicking and screaming. He snickered.

 

Gary turned, pulled the curtain back and looked at Fei's shocked face, "What I mean is a prescription for you to hit puberty. You are roughly 19 years old now but your voice still sounds girly and..." he rolled his eyes to leer at his private parts and he snickered, "...you got no pubic hair."

 

Now Fei was really, really mad. His whole face was as red as a tomato and his eyebrows were twitching. He grabbed the nearest item which happened to be a bottle of shower gel and threw at him, aiming at his goofy face. "You perverted old man!!!"

 

*BOINK!*

 

"Ack...!"

 

*THUD!*

 

 

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"Today I'll probably be late. So, don't wait up for me." Gary grumbled. His forehead was plastered with band-aids in an X-style. They were on their way to My Coffee House where Fei worked.

 

"Don't forget to eat. You should take care of yourself before you get sick."

 

"Yes, mom."

 

Fei growled.

 

After some five minutes walk, they reached their destination.

 

"Well, here you are. Don't push yourself too hard. You should take care of yourself before you get sick." Gary fired back.

 

Fei rolled his eyes. "Yes, mom."

 

Gary smiled sweetly at him. "Good boy." He managed to ruffle his hair and skipped away cackling like a maniac before Fei got to punch him on the arm.

 

"Grrr... get back here you and face me like a man!" Fei swung his fist around in the air.

 

"Now, now. The day is still early and you are already all heated up." A middle aged lady appeared from the shop, chuckling.

 

"Mrs. Kade, good morning." Fei bowed his head a little to greet her.

 

"Good morning to you too, Fei. Both of you will never grown up, will you?"

 

Fei smiled sheepishly.

 

"C'mon, let's get inside. I'm sure today there will be a lot of customers asking for your special made coffee shortly. Nobody would think that coffee could taste like tea and tea could taste like coffee. I wonder where you learned to do that."

 

“If only I remembered…” Fei muttered as he wheeled himself inside the shop and Mrs. Kade closed the door after her. Bells chimed.

 

Fei was just about to prepare his ingredients at a table which was specially set aside for his convenience when he heard the bells chime as somebody opened the door.

 

Without turning his head he greeted, “Welcome to My Coffee House. What…”

 

“Wufei?”

 

 

 

 

TBC…