Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Coming Home ❯ Chapter 3

When I blurted out to Heero that I needed his help, I expected some sort of reaction. Maybe a 'hell no' or (preferably) a 'what can I do.' But this was Heero.

He finished washing the teacups, and tossed me the dishtowel after he'd dried his hands. Then he started rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out various items. I waited, sure that he'd stop in a minute. Sure enough, he did. But then he bent over to reach the lower cupboards and started digging through those. Was he trying to drive me nuts?? He wiggled his hips as he reached in and pulled out a large bowl. If he kept that up I'd forget what I was ... um, what I was ... Aw hell!

"Heero! What the hell are you doing?" He put the bowl on the counter and turned to face me with a flounce and a pout. "Nani?" he said in that cute nasal voice, "I'm making Christmas cookies, what does it look like?"

You know that anime term, facevault? I swear, you really can make that face. I did. My eyes got wide, my jaw went slack ... I think there was even a nerve ticking in my forehead. A minute passed, and Heero tilted his head to the side, watching me. He reached over with one small hand, and pushed my jaw shut with a click. "This has got to stop happening to me," I moaned. Heero just gave me a lopsided grin.

I was surprised to find out that Heero was an all-around excellent cook. I thought I'd have bruises on my knuckles from all the times he caught me trying to sneak some cookie dough! But finally, the first batch was ready. Heero poured us both a glass of milk so we could do a real taste test. He looked at me over the rim of his glass, a smudge of flour on his nose, and asked "Well?"

"They're delicious," I said with my mouth full. "Gimme another!" I figured he might say no, so I quickly swiped one from his plate.

"Baka," he complained. "I meant, what was Wufei harassing you about earlier?" Oh, yeah. The reason that I was hanging out with Heero in the first place. Not that hanging out with Heero hadn't been fun. I'd never really had the chance to see him like this before. He was so shy during the war that he had trouble answering in more than a monosyllable. Boy, had he blossomed! In more ways than one. But I was letting my thoughts get away from me ... and Heero was waiting for an answer.

I would have to be careful of how I worded this. I opened my mouth, and then closed it. Suddenly, I didn't want to talk to Heero about this. I really didn't want him to think less of me. But I couldn't lie to Heero. I looked at him helplessly, unsure what to say.

He cocked his head at me and asked, "Something about school?" I nodded mutely. "Wufei spars with one of the professors there, so we hear a lot of stories."

"A lot of stories," Wufei said from the doorway as he walked in. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "And I'd like to talk to you about some of them."

Fuck! I could feel the panic rising in my chest as I tried to think of a way out. I couldn't think of anything. My eyes darted to Heero, and he nodded at me slightly. I could almost hear him saying `nimyu ryoukai' like he used to when he got a mission. But Heero had changed a lot since those days … he turned to Wufei with a wide-eyed smile and whined "Ne, Wufei, can't it wait until later? Duo is taking me clubbing tonight."

Nani??

A muffled crash came from outside the kitchen door, and Quatre and Trowa spilled into the room. "A club?" they asked in unison. Quatre's mouth turned up into a wicked grin. "Oh Heero, I've got just the thing for you to wear."

I didn't know whether to thank Quatre or to throttle him. I figured I could decide after I changed. Apparently, I was going clubbing.