Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chibi Wufei ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer : I do not own any of GW characters and it's my first time.

 

Authour's Note : For the time being will be rated PG-13.

 

This chapter is not been beta'ed. There's a reviewer mentioned that she will draw me a chibi Wufei!!! <squeal> I can hardly wait… This is really my first time I receive such a great gift… (@_@) I started to write this fic because there is never a fic about chibi story. I mean, there is a fic or two out there but it just not enough. So, I have wrecked my brain to create one and I made a drama out of it. Finally, I hope you will like my plots. There will be lotsa angst, humor and romance to come.

 

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Chapter 2

 

 

Back in the living room Quatre, sit in Indian styles on the thick carpeted floor and Wufei being propped on his laps was having their fun time. Table has been pushed aside to make more room. Duo seated in front of them both, using the end of his braid to tickle the boy's face and the said little boy would occasionally scrunched up his face and sneezed when his nose was being tease too much. Small hands reaching inquisitively for Duo's long strands of hair but was restricted by Quatre's arms which are encircled around his waist, preventing him from moving forward to get Duo's hair.

 

"So, he can speak, hm?" Heero have finally given up his stoic face and looked with glee.

 

"Most kids do speak before five and he can probably speak fairly well but may be a little nervous around us." Quatre answered without turning his head to them.

 

"Nervous?" Trowa glanced at Wufei. "He didn't seem to have too much of a problem interacting with any of us."

 

"He is the slow-to-warm-up type of child. He will decide when he want to speak and to whom." Quatre once again pull back Wufei's body from reaching Duo's braid.

 

Duo frowned thoughtfully. "I wonder why Wufei wandered to Trowa's room. He seems remotely fascinated with you since you were the first person he spoke to." Trowa didn't acknowledge him.

 

Heero thought carefully. "Maybe Trowa resemble his father... no scratch that. Perhaps an older brother."

 

Trowa cringed when Heero mentioned 'father'. There's no way he resemble his father. Yes, must be older brother or maybe something more like... uncle? Considering right now the age gap between both of them are more like 10 years. How wish if it is something more like... perhaps more than friend... Trowa sigh wistfully. Trowa lost himself in his own thought and did not realize that he has let his emotion of wistfulness play over his face.

 

Duo snickered. "I think our dude has falling hard on our little baby Wuffie. A paedophile~~" Duo ducked away from the cushion missile launched by Trowa and unfortunately a fat chance for little Wufei to get a hold on his braid. Squealing in victory and tug it HARD.

 

"FUCK! That's hurt!" Duo howled. One hand holding onto his rope of hair and another hand try to pry his from Wufei's grip.

 

"Fuck!" Wufei chirped, grinning up at Duo. Heero and Trowa were shocked. Eyes widening.

 

"Wonderful, Duo." Quatre hissed, ignoring the snickering Duo, who has managed to pry off his braid from Wufei.

 

"Luo!"

 

"Ack!" Duo squawked, moving to lift Wufei out from Quatre's lap, the small child laughing as he was dangled above the ground within Duo's grasp. "Not Luo! Say, Duo!"

 

"Luo!"

 

"D~uo!"

 

"Luo!"

 

"Oh boy..." Quatre murmured. One hand covered his forehead.

 

Heero casually stood up and snatched Wufei from the irate Duo. "Say Heero." He said to the chibi Wufei.

 

"Eno!" Wufei chirped, grinning at Heero.

 

"That's not any better!" Duo cried out.

 

Heero sniffed disdainfully at the American, earning a small growl from him. Wufei blew a wet raspberry at the startled American. Wufei shrieking in laughter as Quatre and Trowa giggled. Heero grinned at the American expression. "What do you know, he like me better."

 

Heero tucked little Wufei under his arm, walking out of the living hall heading upstairs, ignoring Duo stomping after him. "Let's go Wufei. I need to get you cleaned up. We will need to buy you outfits before we start looking for cure."

 

Trowa listened to the two men's bickering continue throughout the house. He turned to Quatre. "He's right. We need to buy all a child needs and we need to come out with something as Wufei won't be able to go back to Preventers with his condition now."

 

Quatre standing up, brushing over his pyjamas bottom and look at Trowa. "Yeah, and I need to contact Dr. Sally and Lady Une later. I hope she may come out with something and return Wufei back to normal. But still I like him better this way." Quatre snickered. "No more justice ranting and Mr. Prim and Proper."

 

Trowa's mouth twitched slightly at his last comment. Letting out a sigh, he stands up. "I'll bring that greeny stuff to the lab and I'll purchase some outfits and necessary stuffs for Wufei when I'm on my way home. Tell Heero that."

 

"I will." Quatre replied as Trowa started to walk to his respective room to change his pyjamas. "And don't forget to buy me a digicam!" he added.

 

 

 

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In the bathroom, water could be heard filling the tub. Heero was in the process in stripping his pyjamas while little Wufei, already stark naked standing at the side of the tub, one hand supporting himself on the rim and another was splashing through the water. Duo standing at the doorway, still bickering, mouth running a mile per minute, hands moving with his words and occasionally he will shift his weight from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on Heero.

 

Wufei getting tired in splashing the water, sit on the tiled floor when at the corner of his eyes catch a yellow object tucked neatly under the white porcelain sink. Crawled over, he picks it up and sits back on his folded knees. Eyes brow raising and he look at it with wonder. Turning it at different angles to have a full view and found out that at the bottom of the object got a tiny hole. Curious, his fingers pressed hard on the object.

 

"Pwweeee~~~~~t"

 

The air went still except for the currently flowing water. Both Heero and Duo turn their heads to the source of the sounds.

 

"That's my duckie! Give me back!" Duo thundered. Wufei jumped at his voice. He looked at Duo, wide eyes with fear.

 

Duo started to walk to Wufei but was stopped by Heero, holding over his biceps.

 

"Let me go." Duo growled and tried to get free from Heero's vice grips.

 

"Just let him be." Heero glared at Duo. "It's not like he is the first person who found out your dark secret."

 

Duo gaped at him. "W...what?" He went crimson.

 

Heero was amused at watching Duo went crimson and gaping in front of him. "Not a very brilliant idea to hide your little toy at the so obvious place."

 

"T...then...." Duo stuttered and started to look paled.

 

"Trowa and Quatre didn't know if that's what you want to know."

 

Duo takes a deep breath before he demand. "When and how did you found out?" His shoulder slumped. He clenched his hands in anger.

 

Deep down inside, Duo was hurting. When he was a street rat at L2 he never has the luxury to savour a bath, let alone a toy to play with. He could be considered lucky to get himself clean if it's ever raining there. Not to mention a cold one. Although during his time at Maxwell Church he received some much needed love and warmth and basic necessaries but not for long after a calamity. Later when he was taken in the Sweepers, he would pampered himself with hot bath for an hour and play with his newly acquired rubber duck toy and to be precise his first toy he ever possessed 12 years back, which Wufei was holding it now. Though it was childish to play it when he was now a teenager and the toy he cherished can be put in history book of its existence or to be displayed at museum today but he can't help it. He has missed his childhood where he is suppose to act like one and live like any normal kids but no. He was forced to learn to survive on his own. How to fight. How to out wits his opponents. In short, how to take care of himself on almost everything. He was a wild animal. A jaguar.

 

When he had joined with four other pilots during the war, he feel himself are the lowest class among them all. Quatre, was brought up within high class of society. Wufei, was brought up by his clan. Heero was brought up and trained by a scientist to be a perfect soldier. Trowa, was brought up by a group of mercenary. They have somebody to feed them. A place to stay. Him? Brought up by no one. He will sleep anywhere and anyplace which he deemed safe. He would steal foods. He's a pickpocket. For many years until he got picked up by Maxwell Church and later by Sweepers.

 

He hates himself. He hates his life. He hates everybody out there who has a much better life than him. Why can't he born in a good society? What have he done to deserve this kind of treatment? Why God let him live if he was to live in hell? Why God won't let him die from a plague at L2 back in the past to end his misery for once and for all? He hates so much for the people who start the war. He hates the Ozzies. He hates them. He hates them for making his life a hell. He would kill. He would kill them all and bring them to hell. To suffer. He would sacrifice them for all the people he cared for and he loved who has died either from plague or war. For himself. He is the God of Death after all. A Shinigami.

 

He always keeps reminding himself not to get too attached with the four pilots or any other people. He never mentioned his dark past to any of them except for the mild knowledge about himself during at L2 in Maxwell Church and Sweepers. He's afraid they might look down on him if they know who he really is before the Maxwell Church. Knowing that he is not up to their class. Slowly, he had started to like them but whoever he cherished would die and he wish no repeat from the Maxwell Church episode. Enough is enough. Especially to a certain perfect soldier he admired.

 

Heero can feel the sadness and anger flowing from his eyes. He was puzzled to say the least. He released his grasped. "Last month when I have dropped my coins and rolled under the sink."

 

There was a moment of pause before Duo hiss out, "If I heard any words regarding this from anybody, prepare to meet Shinigami. Don't say that I didn't warn you."

 

He looks back at Wufei and his precious once more. Wufei, still sitting there looking wide eyes on him.

 

"If I found my toy is out of shape or a scratch on it, you had better run." He turned and left the couple in the bathroom. His whole body tensed. Heero had never saw Duo this angry before. He wonder what is the story behind the toy.

 

 

 

 

TBC...