Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Life ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 3 )

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

Author's Note: Beta'd by lass 48 (^_^)

So, what do you think of this ficcy since Prologue until now? Interesting? Good enough? If you got any suggestion, please do not hesitate to tell me. I will think about it.

 

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Beautiful Life

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

<Flashback.>

 

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?”

 

<End of flashback.>

 

Fei turned his head to look at his customer. He was as tall as Gary. His brown bang covered one of his emerald eyes. Wearing a tight, green, sleeveless turtleneck, showing his athletic figure and smooth, creamy arms, dark blue Levi's and black lace-ups shoes. The man just stood there staring at him making him feeling unnerved. Inside, the shop had no other customers yet, so who could he possibly have called?

 

"Jenny! We have a customer to serve!" Fei called out, breaking the eyes contact to continue his task. Jenny was one of the employees working as a waitress in My Coffee House.

 

"Aye, aye Cap'n Fei!" A young lady emerged from the kitchen. She was wearing a mid-length, tight, mocha colored skirt and a collared white shirt with the shop's name printed on it chewing her pinkish bubble gum steadily. She had curly mahogany hair highlighted here and there with a striking blue, tied up on top of the left side of her head.

 

"Just shut up." Fei grunted. It was still a mystery to him and everyone else where Jenny had come up with such a nickname. At least he was not suffering alone. All of the workers here, including Mrs. Kade, the owner of the My Coffee House had their own nicknames. Most of the clientele did not, but if a customer did tell her their name, she would shorten it or twisted it to create a new nickname for them. She said life was not cool without a nickname and names are way too hard to remember and sometimes it's very hard to pronounce. So, why bother to call them by their name if they did not mean much to her anyway. It's not like she owed them money.

 

"Whatever you say *smack*." Jenny replied. She walked casually to the customer with her hands holding a note pad and pen. "*smack* Good mornin' handsome. Alone?" Her eyes ball roamed up and down checking out the man. She whistled. "Nice."

 

The customer's face was tinted with crimson as the waitress checked him out and gave him a blunt compliment. He looked at the person sitting on a wheelchair for a few more seconds before he turned to look at the waitress. "Two, please."

 

"You're the shy type, eh? Too bad, you are taken *smack*. This way, please," Jenny shook her head before she led the customer to one of the tables. Once the man was seated, she held the note pad and pen in front of her to jot down his order. "What can I get for ya. You name it, we got it. Our chef's skill is equivalent to a five star restaurant. He is the best cook of all cooks. You wanna try our coffee specialty? Specially made by Cap'n Fei..." nodding her head at Fei "...over there. Nobody ever says no to his coffee *smack*."

 

"Um... Eight Dips Earl Grey Coffee, please."

 

Pause. Jenny raised her eyebrows at him questioningly. "*smack*"

 

"That's all."

 

"Right, it'll be ready in a jiffy." Putting away her note pad and pen in her shirt pocket, she started to turn around to get out the order but was stopped by the customer.

 

"Wait... may I speak with your... Captain Fei?"

 

"Sure thing, honey. Say, what's your name, darling?" Jenny gave him a lopsided grin.

 

"Trowa. Trowa Barton."

 

"Okay," as she turned around heading to the kitchen, she spoke loudly. "Cap'n Fei, there is a T-Rex right over there wishin' to speak to ya and Eight Dips Earl Grey Coffee for him! Hey, Twinkle! Get your lazy butt out here! Clock's tickin' to 9!” She disappeared into the kitchen.

 

A moment later, yelling in the kitchen could be heard from the outside. “Yeow! Stop pinching me and leave my ass alone!”

 

“Can't let a good ass go to waste, eh, buddy. Now, move!”

 

“Sheesh, what kind of a woman is she?” A man in his late twenties emerged from the kitchen, grumbling as he rubbed at his sore ass. He had red dyed spiky hair, clad in well worn pants and the same shirt as Jenny along with a white apron with the shop's name printed on it. Taking his position behind the counter, he started to clean up cups and glasses. “No wonder every man she got to know ran away right after their first meeting.”

 

“You know Alex, both of you do make a perfect couple, don't you think? Usually when a man and a woman constantly bicker with each other it indicates a spark of a relationship,” Fei chuckled.

 

Alex made a gagging sound as he put his index finger inside his mouth. “No way, no how. Not in a million years to come. You can take my word for that,” he put his hand over his heart and another rose up as if making an oath.

 

“For now,” shaking his head, he poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee which Alex had prepared earlier before his arrival. Next, he got a sachet of Earl Grey tea, tearing the paper wrapper, he pulled out the small white transparent bag which contained some dried tea leaves. Holding onto the string attached to the bag, he dipped it inside the hot brewed coffee eight times before he deposited it in the trash can. He was curious. As long as he had been working and living here, he had never seen this customer before and never had a client ordered Earl Grey coffee because the taste of the coffee was already strong enough and so was Earl Grey tea. The combination of two strong tastes would drive a person's senses numb more effectively than a burnt tongue. He's also curious to why the customer would want to speak to him? Did he know him? He couldn't remember.

 

Positioning a tray on his lap, he put the cup of coffee and a tea spoon on it. Next, he slowly rolled himself over to attend the customer. He rarely personally tended to a customer's needs except when the business was slow or Jenny went to take a break.

 

"Please forgive Jenny. She tends to misuse people's names. Here's your cup of coffee," Fei apologized as he served the cup of coffee to him.

 

"That's alright. No harm done. I know a certain American friend of mine also tends to misuse people's name. I am used to it." Trowa put two teaspoons of sugar in his coffee, stirred for a moment before he put the teaspoon aside and took a sip of his coffee. He smiled at the coffee and whispered, "Still the same. I have missed this taste."

 

"Pardon?" Fei asked as he couldn't catch the whispered words.

 

"Huh? Oh... nothing important," Trowa came back from his reminiscing. Putting down his cup of coffee, he stared at Fei.

 

Fei started to get uncomfortable with the man staring. "Um... I'm Fei and you are?"

 

"Trowa. Trowa Barton. So... what's your full name? It can't be just Fei."

 

"Well, I had an accident two years ago and I kind of got amnesia. Can't recall anything except at the back of my mind something kept whispering 'Fei' and I thought it might be something related to me. Probably my name, I guess. So, I called myself 'Fei' while hoping that someday I might remember my past instead just 'Fei'," Fei explained maybe for the hundredth time during his stay in this small town. Hence, most of the residents already knew his story. The residents had received him with open arms.

 

"And your legs... What happened?" Trowa looked at his legs.

 

Fei just shrugged. "Not a clue. All I remember is I was in the hospital when I woke up, I couldn't move my legs and don't remember anything. The officers told me that some passerby found me unconscious on the beach."

 

"The officers couldn't find anything that can prove your identity and exactly what happened to you that day?" Trowa frowned.

 

"No. My case was concluded as a robbery and assault."

 

No words were exchange for a moment. Trowa just took a few more sips from his cup of coffee. He got a thoughtful look on his face.

 

Clearing his throat, Fei asked, "I thought I heard you call out to somebody named 'Wufei'. May I know who is he?"

 

Trowa was about to open his mouth to say something when bells chimed indicating someone had entered the shop. Both of them turned their heads to the main door. A young man with blonde hair, head turning left and then right as if searching for his friend. He was wearing khaki pants, a white long sleeve shirt covered by a dark blue patterned vest. His height was about 5'3” tall. When his aqua blue eyes landed on both of them, he gave a big smile as his eyes fixated on Fei. His eyes filled with tears.

 

"Wufei!"

 

 

* * * * * *

 

 

Duo and Heero were sitting in the back seat of a cab on their way to the one and only hospital in Costa Rica to meet a specific doctor. Gloomy expressions were displayed clearly on both of their faces. They wanted answers. They wanted to know what had happened to their family member. They wanted him back, wanted to bring him back home. Their home. They had made up their minds before they departed from New York for their `Retrieve Chang Wufei' mission. All of them would live at Quatre's mansion. Together. No more separation. Two years were more than enough. They had failed to help and protect one of their family members when they were out there somewhere in trouble and hurt. Their hearts had wrenched with pain seeing him sitting in a wheelchair in the photo. They would hunt down the best doctor to heal him. They would do anything to bring back their once known, `Chang Wufei, The Justice Crusader'.

 

They had divided their mission once they reached Costa Rica. Trowa and Quatre would go to meet Wufei while Duo and Heero would go to the hospital. Duo had greatly objected to the division of tasks but they forbade him to see Wufei. If Wufei really did have amnesia, it was not a good idea for all of them to meet him at once. They would just scare him away. Since Trowa knew his way around getting near confused and frightened animals and Quatre could use his empathy to read Wufei, they were better than Heero, who's posture screamed seriousness and Duo, who just couldn't sit still for a moment without getting excited.

 

The cab slowed down to a stop right in front of the hospital main door.

 

“We're here,” Heero stated in a monotone. His face was blank.

 

Duo let out a shaky breath. Hands resting on his lap curled into fists. He was nervous. Taking a few deep breaths, he forced a smile. “Let's go.”

 

 

* * * * * *

 

 

Gary had just finished seeing his last patient when he walked out from his room to take a breather. He had done his rounds, checking on his patients in the ward first thing in the morning and later attended to the outpatients seeking his treatment. He was really starting to tire and it was not even lunch time yet for crying out loud. Stethoscope still hanging around his neck, he walked to the receptionist and slumped over the counter. Both hands and chin rested on the counter top. He sighed loudly.

 

“How was your night last night? Any catches?” A nurse with her name tag stating Mary on it asked with a knowing smile.

 

“God must hate me. I was shot down before I could make a move,” Gary pouted.

 

“You are still young. Don't worry. One day you might find your Mr. Right,” a second nurse remarked.

 

Gary straightened his back. Hands rose to shoulder level, palms facing up while his fingers twitched furiously, he whined, “I don't have time any more, Lily. I'm 28 years old already. Nobody will want me when I get wrinkles on my face. I'm doomed!”

 

Both of the nurse chuckled at their doctor's exaggeration. “You know, Dr. Gary. If you were straight I bet a lot of ladies would be head over heels with you and I'm willing to be your life partner, but then you are not,” Lily remarked.

 

“And we women worry about being old maids while men, as you get older, become more marketable than us.” Mary added.

 

Gary's fingers stopped twitching. He looked at both of them with his slanted eyes. “I hate both of you.”

 

“Oh, you know you still love us!” they chorused and they giggled.

 

The sounds of somebody clearing his throat could be heard over the giggles. Both the nurses stopped and the three of them turned their heads to look at the person. Two young men were standing there. One with messy dark hair and intense cobalt eyes, wearing a button-up, baby blue shirt, black pants and a shiny pair of black loafers and the other, below waist length chestnut braided hair with rare violet eyes, wearing a white T-shirt and a sleeveless dark hoody, old jeans and a pair of black colored sneakers, slightly taller than the first.

 

Gary brought his hands down to his sides. Turning to face the men, he casually put his hands inside his white coat. “How may I help you, gentlemen?”

 

“We would like to seek Gary Jenkin,” the messy dark haired man requested.

 

Gary raised his eyebrows. “I'm Gary Jenkin and you are…?”

 

“Heero Yuy,” he answered.

 

“Duo Maxwell,” the chestnut braided man introduced.

 

Gary almost drooled at the sight of the two gorgeous young men especially the messy haired one but he managed to keep his cool. “Let's go inside my office to talk.” Leading them to his office, he sat behind his desk while they took their seats in front of it. “What would you like to talk about with me?”

 

Heero pulled out a photo from his wallet and put on the desk. In the picture, there were five good looking young men. It looked like a family picture. One of them… Gary recognized a young boy but his face looked so serious without a smile.

 

“Fei…”

 

 

 

TBC…