Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of an Undead Soldier ❯ Stuck Together ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four

Stuck Together

 

Treize left the locker room in his new Preventers uniform to find Duo and Heero still calmly waiting for him. He noted that Heero's hair seemed messier than usual and Duo's eyes seemed to hold a little bit of a glazed look, but thought nothing of it really. Heero and Duo noticed his entrance instantly and Duo laughed, making Treize lift an eyebrow.

 

“What is so funny Maxwell?” Naturally his voice was rather commanding, not just asking for an answer, but demanding it.

 

“Nothing, guess I'm just used to seeing you in that stiff blue uniform with the frills.” Duo snickered at the thought of wearing frills, but Treize took no mind.

 

“It is regulation, so I will wear it whether it looks good or not.” Treize replied rather stiffly, tugging at the dark jacket. He wore a plain royal blue t-shirt beneath the regulation jacket, and he had to admit that the uniform boots were most interesting, certainly not as fancy as his old ones, but definitely more…stylish?

 

“Whatever. Come on, we'll show you to your office. You have to share one, almost everybody does. I share with Heero and Quatre and Trowa share another one.”

 

“What about Wufei? Does he share an office?” Treize followed Duo and Heero, staying behind the two Gundam pilots and watching his surroundings, memorizing the offices and counters they passed.

 

“He's the solitary dragon, you expect him to share an office? He ranted for hours when Une tried sticking somebody in his office with him until she finally gave in. It's set up for two people, but Wufei's happy and as long as Wufei's happy nobody puts up with a rant.” Duo finally stopped for breath, Heero rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's energy.

 

“Wufei hasn't changed much then.” Treize chuckled softly and Duo even chuckled.

 

“Yeah, he hasn't changed. Still prefers his katana over anything else, still feels women are weak, all of that old stuff that he should've just tossed aside.”

 

“We cannot laugh at a man for having certain standards and morals Duo. We all have morals and standards, and most of them are very different.” Duo rolled his eyes at Treize, despite the fact the ex-Colonel couldn't see, and yelped as he got an elbow in the side from Heero.

 

“HEERO!”

 

“He's right Duo.” Heero stated bluntly, Treize nodding slightly in both thanks and recognition to the perfect soldier, who had obviously thrown off the idea of emotions being a weakness. The young man seemed quite affectionate towards Duo, their `hidden' glances at each other not going unnoticed.

 

“Sure! Take his side!”

 

“Duo…” Heero sighed and slung an arm lazily over Duo's shoulders, pulling the braided man close to his side. “You listen here, be good. Treize is living with us, if you recall.” Heero glanced back at Treize, who wasn't really paying attention to the little lover's spat. “If you quit mocking Treize and Wufei there might be something under your pillow tonight.” At that muttered line, Duo suddenly brightened and a huge grin formed on his face that nobody could miss.

 

“You drive a hard bargain, He-chan, but you win! Come on Treize, we gotta hurry up and get you to your office! Everybody's got work to do ya know!” Duo grabbed Treize by the wrist and started dragging him along, Treize ignoring the looks people sent his way with all the dignity he could muster while jogging behind Duo, Heero doing the same thing. Heero and Treize exchanged looks of exasperation and were thankful when Duo stopped in front of a plain wooden door with a small, clouded glass window in it. “Here's your office!” Duo pushed the door open and Treize quickly moved into the room only to stop in his tracks when he saw who he was sharing with.

 

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Wufei returned to his office after the very brief talk with Quatre and Trowa, dropping unceremoniously into his chair and flicking on his computer screen. He pulled up the report he had been working on when summoned to Une's office and continued, hoping to finish it in the next hour or so.

 

Treize is dead…I killed him, I know he's dead…maybe I'm just guilty and so I'm seeing things. But everybody else saw him! Wufei sighed and looked at his computer screen to find he had been typing his thoughts rather than the report. He deleted his thoughts and then leaned forward on his desk, face held in his hands as he tried to clear his thoughts. No quiet place to meditate at Preventers headquarters either.

 

“Damn it! He's dead, long gone, and I can't damn well stop thinking about him! And now he suddenly shows up and is going to be moving in with us!” Wufei slammed a fist down on his desk, rattling his pencil holder and sending a few precariously perched papers to the floor. Chinese curses flowing from his lips, he picked up the papers and started to tidy up his desk space. Lack of sleep and unfocused thoughts had been driving him to become rather messy lately and that also drove him nuts!

 

“Damn Une! Damn Treize! Damn everything!” Wufei dropped back into his chair and opened one of his desk drawers. Nobody ever got into that drawer and if they ever did they'd have to go head hunting…for their own head. In it lay a few dried out roses that were once a bright blood red and many old newspaper clippings, all of which featured Treize Kushrenada. Admittedly, Wufei admired the man, but anything beyond that he would call false and deny. He lifted one of the roses gently and sniffed it, the scent heightened by its drying. He was just laying the rose back in the drawer when the door burst open. Wufei slammed the drawer shut and looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes that seemed just as surprised as he was. Treize stepped aside to allow Duo and Heero in, eyes never leaving Wufei's.

 

“I suppose we'll be sharing an office.” Treize bowed slightly. “I shall keep to myself.” Treize moved to the desk on the other side of the room and grimaced slightly at the dust-covered surface. The computer, too, was covered in a film of dust. With a shrug of indifference, despite the fact Treize was a total neat freak, he seated himself in the simple office chair and went about booting up his computer while ignoring Wufei, who was still staring at him. However, those black eyes soon turned to glare at Duo and Heero.

 

“What is he doing here?!” Wufei hissed at the two, Duo shrugging.

 

“Everybody else already has a partner `Fei. Besides, he needs somebody to show him the ropes and everything and you know that me and Heero would die if we had to house one more person in our office.”

 

“Only because that would mean you two wouldn't be able to fuck each other in the middle of the day!”

 

“Don't be silly `Fei! That's what broom closets are for!” Duo grinned, noticing the fact that Treize was staring, with a somewhat horrified expression, at him. “Besides, this place has been a mess lately AND you're behind in your work! You need help and I'm sure Treize would give that to you. Right Trei?”

 

“Hm?” Treize looked away from the computer screen, which he had been focused on, eyebrows lifted in questioning. Duo rolled his eyes and snorted.

 

“You'll help `Fei catch up with his work and all that stuff a partner does?”

 

“Yeah, sure.” Treize waved Duo off as he turned back to his computer screen. Okay, so Treize wasn't a master hacker, but he had hacked into Wufei's system and was currently reading a few old mission outlines and their reports. Wufei had several reports to do yet, so Treize would help as much as he could in any way he could.

 

“He already sounds like an agent!” Duo laughed and hooked two fingers in Heero's belt loop. “Well `Fei, He-chan and I gotta get going! Don't kill Treize before the day is out, `k?” Duo pulled Heero from the room, Heero giving both Wufei and Treize apologetic looks. Once the door was closed, Wufei stood and spun on Treize.

 

“Get this straight Kushrenada! I don't need your help, so you focus on your own work! And don't even think about starting small talk! Understood?!” Treize leapt to his feet with a rather crooked grin on his features, saluting Wufei mockingly.

 

“Sir! Yes sir!” Wufei growled and returned to his seat, not at all amused.

 

“Cut it out, your stupid antics may get a laugh from Maxwell, but it'll only get you castrated.” To prove his point, Wufei pulled his katana from beneath his desk, watching as Treize's eyes widened slightly before quickly returning to reading reports and such. Wufei went back to typing his report, quietly grumbling about the unfairness of it all even while his unconscious self was elated in the fact Treize was back and within twelve feet of him…