Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon in my Hand ❯ A Confused Secret ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Comechatcha 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Mecha / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.01.2011 | Updated On: 01.01.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 326 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Mecha / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.01.2011 | Updated On: 01.01.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 326 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: So, this chapter’s a little shorter than my usual, but it just ended where it ended, and I figured that it was better than trying to add filler to make it longer. So, happy New Year to everyone. I hope you all had a safe and fun holiday no matter which ones you celebrated. Still don’t own Gundam Wing of course (come on my lovelies, you missed another Christmas for getting me that), and I’m making no money off of this fic. Just my own twisted pleasure. I hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Dragon in My Hand
Chapter Five
A Confused Secret
Treize did his best to walk normally until he was a few hallways away from the officers’ café, his hands linked casually behind his back. Once he reached the elevator, he relaxed enough to lean against the wall with a small sigh. Treize slipped a hand into his pocket, carefully searching until a fingertip touched skin to show Wufei which way in the glove led out. There was a return touch soon after, and he removed his hand to block the view of the pocket should anyone be watching the security feed so Wufei could move all he needed in order to free himself from the tangle of cloth fingers. Truth be told, it was very strange to feel something moving against his leg like that, but it would have been impossible to use an inside pocket without drawing attention. Questions would be asked why. So a pants pocket it had to be. Though it was fortunate that the cut of his pants only allowed for a short pocket or the situation could have been rather embarrassing for both of them.
For Wufei, he was relieved to free himself of the glove. Being inside both layers had been stifling to the point that he’d taken to shallow breathing. Something he would have to inform Treize of in order to avoid a repeat. Of course, it wasn’t until Wufei was fully out of the glove that he realized how thin the fabric separating him from Treize was, face burning at the realization. Being in a bare hand was one thing; being pressed against his thigh was something different altogether.
His only saving grace seemed to be that the General seemed just as eager to get Wufei out and walked swiftly back to his suite, a hand drawing Wufei out and into fresh air the moment he had the door locked behind him. Treize frowned in worry when he saw the way Wufei’s chest heaved as the pilot knelt on his hand. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Wufei said after a few seconds’ pause, as though he had to think about the question. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, he looked up at the man with a glare. “Do that again and I’ll slit your throat with a safety pin while you sleep.”
Much to Wufei’s mortification, Treize’s response was to throw his head back in laughter and to bring the pilot close to his chest, cupping him against the fabric in a hug. And no amount of growling or pushing at Treize’s chest made a difference.
“Damn it, Khushrenada, I wasn’t joking!”
When Treize managed to contain his mirth (a difficult task when a glance at Wufei’s red face threatened to make it spill over again), he moved the boy away from his chest and held Wufei up to get a proper look at him. The poor pilot looked extremely ruffled, both physically and emotionally, so much that the General’s face softened quickly and he lifted Wufei up to his lips so he could brush them lightly over black hair. It was no surprise how much Wufei froze in his hands; Treize was even surprised at himself. What had driven him to do such a thing?
Quickly, he brought the boy into his room and set him down on the bedside table as though nothing had happened. From the way that Wufei refused to look at him, the young pilot preferred it that way as well. Treize coughed a little awkwardly and looked away. “My apologies,” he said, purely referring to Wufei being mishandled so much by the two of them. Apologizing for the kiss would mean acknowledging that it had happened. “I’ll speak to Zechs to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Appreciated,” Wufei said, formal in his manners. It was easy to fall back on his upbringing when he didn’t want to react to something, or at least when he didn’t want to show his reaction. He brought a hand up to finger comb his hair straight, irritated at the fact that he was still lacking anything to tie it back. Between that and the lack of anything on his feet, he felt constantly undressed.
“I’d meant for you to be brought back here earlier,” Treize said, feeling strangely uncomfortable with the silence right then. He crossed the room to go to the bookcase, running his fingers along the spines. “I have to return to my office in a few minutes, but is there a book you would like to read while I’m gone? My selection isn’t as extensive as the collection I have in my estate, I’m afraid, but I do have most of the classics in English, a few others in French if you think you can pick through-”
“I know the language,” Wufei cut in, finally looking at Treize again. There was a brief flash of yearning when the pilot looked past his ‘host’ to the books, but he squashed it quickly. Instead, he gave the General a questioning glance, eyebrow raised. “You’re leaving me alone?”
Since Wufei hadn’t elected to make a choice, Treize pulled out a small volume for him. It was one that would be easier for him to turn the pages of himself, and in French since Wufei claimed efficiency. While he didn’t actually think that the pilot had been lying, the General was curious about just how fluent Wufei was. Learning English and Japanese made sense; they were the primary languages through most regions of the world. But adding French to the list made him wonder about his dragon’s education.
“I believe you’ve earned some time to yourself,” Treize said with a small nod, setting the book down on the bed and opening the hard cover. He poked through the things he’d taken from the drawer earlier and picked up an old pocket watch to weigh the cover down. “And I suspect being carried around all day is rather maddening for someone like you.”
Wufei watched Treize suspiciously as he walked over to the edge of the bedside table and jumped the small gap between it and the bed itself. Despite the General’s worry that he would slide back on the squishy slope of the blanket, the pilot made it up just fine and headed towards the laid out book.
It took a moment to turn to the title page, and the large words printed in black there made Wufei raise an eyebrow. “Jules Verne? Fitting to give to a space colonist.”
“You’ve read it already?” Treize asked, surprised but pleasantly so. He started to reach for the book. “I can choose another if you’d prefer. Perhaps something of the same era...”
Wufei reached up to stop his hand, putting himself between Treize and the book. “No, this one is fine. It’s been long enough that I should be able to enjoy it again. Thank you.”
For the second time in only a few minutes, the boy surprised him. Treize smiled gently and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the thanks. After a moment, he straightened up and stepped away from the bed. “You’re welcome, Wufei. I’ll return for dinner, but if anyone comes in, do make sure to hide quickly.”
“Of course,” Wufei said with a distracted nod as he turned the book to the first chapter to begin reading. It barely even needed saying. Two men, perhaps he could escape in time. But a full base aware of his location and present condition? The thought nearly made him twitch. Not to mention that with only the two knowing who he was, and that he wasn’t to be harmed, he could easily be killed for worse if anyone found him. Noin, for example.
Treize glanced back at Wufei one more time before heading out of the room to return to his duties. Keeping his mind off of worrying for the boy would be a challenge, but he had a revolution to run. Personal feelings would have to wait for later.
Wufei waited until he was sure that Treize wasn’t coming back before letting himself relax completely, letting out a slow breath to keep himself calm and to focus on what he would need to do. He had no doubt that the door and windows were certainly locked securely, but were the air shafts, and could he reach them?
The teenager stood up carefully on the bed, looking around the room properly now that he was actually alone. Treize wouldn’t dare allow a camera in his room, so he knew that no one was watching him. For once.
He didn’t climb down right away, using his position on the bed to get a better view of where he needed to aim towards than he would have been able to from the floor. The first vent he saw was out of the question. Seven feet up and surrounded only by blank wall. Without the strength to move any furniture to use as a step, it would have been difficult even if he’d been his proper height. No, he would need an exit closer to the ground, and one that he could properly see into before making the plunge.
Once he’d completed his observations, Wufei paced around the edges of the bed to find the safest way down. Treize’s bed had been made at some point during the day, which meant that there were no blankets conveniently trailing along the ground to slide down, the edges of them still fairly high off of the ground. If he got down, he would need to find a different way back up. Would the alarm clock cord hold his weight?
Deciding that he would just have to pray that it was heavy enough (after all, he didn’t particularly weight all that much), Wufei eased himself from the edge of the bed and carefully climbed down the blanket, letting himself drop the last distance to the ground. Practice had him landing in a good roll, and he got to his feet, looking around the room from the floor for the first time.
That glance almost had Wufei reconsidering his entire plan to escape on his own. It was no wonder that Khushrenada had been keeping him off of the floor since his shrinking. At least when he was outside he could imagine that the plants were new breeds and that perhaps were supposed to be that size. But this...
Wufei shook his head and scowled at himself. Get a hold on yourself, Chang. You have your mission. Even if he couldn’t escape on his own in the end, he had to at the very least get word to the others so Nataku could be removed from enemy hands. Her being used by OZ was an idea that he absolutely refused to contemplate. Butter to be destroyed in that situation.
He stopped and listened to be sure that no one was coming before starting to make his way across the room, staying close to the edges of the room as much as he could. Various pieces of furniture could be hidden under if anyone did come in, and only Khushrenada and Marquise would be looking for anything that close to the floor, much less for him. And the bed being made suggested that the maid had already come by. Hopefully the fact that Marquise wasn’t dining with Khushrenada would also mean the man would not be back until late.
Wufei froze at a sudden whirring sound, dropping low to the floor in an instinctive defensive crouch, eyes jerking around the vast room to find the source. Had he been wrong about cameras? When nothing happened and he relaxed just enough to pay more attention to exactly what the sound had been, he snorted at his own jumpiness. Louder than he was used to, but just the sound of the heat turning on. A waste, when the room’s real occupant wasn’t present, but he could not deny that he was pleased. Wufei grew cold easily at this size. Creatures who were naturally this small had faster heart rates to keep them warmer. Since Wufei was supposed to be many times this size, his body didn’t know how to make up for it. He would not be informing Treize of the fact, however. The man had too many excuses to touch him already.
When he reached the other side of the room, Wufei quickly found that the gap beneath the door, which had looked so large from a distance, was just too small for him to slip under, even when flattening his body against the floor. Khushrenada’s carpenters had done their job well, and he imagined that the gap was meant to be just enough to glide easily over whatever carpet the man chose. A traitorous part of him was relieved by that fact, if just because it meant that he was not so small as to be easily lost. Had he been that small, he likely would never have been found before the local predators got to him. That thought made him shiver. Forget being killed. That helpless, and he would have likely been eaten alive by some bird like an insect. At least at this size, there was a chance.
The pilot forced himself away from such thoughts to focus again. If the door was out unless he had someone to open it for him, he would have to find some other way. It made little sense to put the heat by the ceiling when it always rose, so logic dictated that there was another vent closer to the floor. not on the side he’d kept to crossing from the bed though.
Glancing at the door one last time, Wufei started to walk back the way he’d come, only this time he went under the furniture on the opposite side of the room. It was a mixed blessing how clean Treize’s suite was kept. On one side, he had nothing he could use as a tool or weapon. On the other, there was minimal dust on the floor and absolutely no clutter to have to climb over. The odd cord was easy to step around, and they were all tucked neatly, no tangled oils or fraying wires. Yet another thing that would be more dangerous at this size. A small spark in his normal size would be a huge bolt like this.
Wufei paused to rest under a bookcase with a sigh. He hated feeling this helpless. Just how was he supposed to find justice for Nataku when he was less than a foot tall? She would think he was pathetic if she could see him right now, having to sneak around the walls like some escaped lab rodent. He strangled back a sound (not of despair, he wasn’t that weak) as he raked a hand through his hair.
He didn’t even pay attention to the fact that he’d slid down to the floor, the heels of both hands pressed to his forehead. And even if he did notice the way that his heart had started to speed up, he would never admit to the way that his shoulders were beginning to tremble. Wufei’s pride simply wouldn’t allow him to acknowledge such a weakness. He’d held strong through all of this, strong since he’d woken up in Treize’s drawer the evening before. Helpless and pathe- no, he was not going to let himself think that way! He was not going to falter now of all times, when Khushrenada wasn’t even there to be a threat!
He was. But it wasn’t was convincing whispered in his head as it would have been shouted to his captor, and of course Treize wasn’t there. That bastard.
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Dragon in My Hand
Chapter Five
A Confused Secret
Treize did his best to walk normally until he was a few hallways away from the officers’ café, his hands linked casually behind his back. Once he reached the elevator, he relaxed enough to lean against the wall with a small sigh. Treize slipped a hand into his pocket, carefully searching until a fingertip touched skin to show Wufei which way in the glove led out. There was a return touch soon after, and he removed his hand to block the view of the pocket should anyone be watching the security feed so Wufei could move all he needed in order to free himself from the tangle of cloth fingers. Truth be told, it was very strange to feel something moving against his leg like that, but it would have been impossible to use an inside pocket without drawing attention. Questions would be asked why. So a pants pocket it had to be. Though it was fortunate that the cut of his pants only allowed for a short pocket or the situation could have been rather embarrassing for both of them.
For Wufei, he was relieved to free himself of the glove. Being inside both layers had been stifling to the point that he’d taken to shallow breathing. Something he would have to inform Treize of in order to avoid a repeat. Of course, it wasn’t until Wufei was fully out of the glove that he realized how thin the fabric separating him from Treize was, face burning at the realization. Being in a bare hand was one thing; being pressed against his thigh was something different altogether.
His only saving grace seemed to be that the General seemed just as eager to get Wufei out and walked swiftly back to his suite, a hand drawing Wufei out and into fresh air the moment he had the door locked behind him. Treize frowned in worry when he saw the way Wufei’s chest heaved as the pilot knelt on his hand. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Wufei said after a few seconds’ pause, as though he had to think about the question. Taking a few deep breaths to calm his breathing, he looked up at the man with a glare. “Do that again and I’ll slit your throat with a safety pin while you sleep.”
Much to Wufei’s mortification, Treize’s response was to throw his head back in laughter and to bring the pilot close to his chest, cupping him against the fabric in a hug. And no amount of growling or pushing at Treize’s chest made a difference.
“Damn it, Khushrenada, I wasn’t joking!”
When Treize managed to contain his mirth (a difficult task when a glance at Wufei’s red face threatened to make it spill over again), he moved the boy away from his chest and held Wufei up to get a proper look at him. The poor pilot looked extremely ruffled, both physically and emotionally, so much that the General’s face softened quickly and he lifted Wufei up to his lips so he could brush them lightly over black hair. It was no surprise how much Wufei froze in his hands; Treize was even surprised at himself. What had driven him to do such a thing?
Quickly, he brought the boy into his room and set him down on the bedside table as though nothing had happened. From the way that Wufei refused to look at him, the young pilot preferred it that way as well. Treize coughed a little awkwardly and looked away. “My apologies,” he said, purely referring to Wufei being mishandled so much by the two of them. Apologizing for the kiss would mean acknowledging that it had happened. “I’ll speak to Zechs to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Appreciated,” Wufei said, formal in his manners. It was easy to fall back on his upbringing when he didn’t want to react to something, or at least when he didn’t want to show his reaction. He brought a hand up to finger comb his hair straight, irritated at the fact that he was still lacking anything to tie it back. Between that and the lack of anything on his feet, he felt constantly undressed.
“I’d meant for you to be brought back here earlier,” Treize said, feeling strangely uncomfortable with the silence right then. He crossed the room to go to the bookcase, running his fingers along the spines. “I have to return to my office in a few minutes, but is there a book you would like to read while I’m gone? My selection isn’t as extensive as the collection I have in my estate, I’m afraid, but I do have most of the classics in English, a few others in French if you think you can pick through-”
“I know the language,” Wufei cut in, finally looking at Treize again. There was a brief flash of yearning when the pilot looked past his ‘host’ to the books, but he squashed it quickly. Instead, he gave the General a questioning glance, eyebrow raised. “You’re leaving me alone?”
Since Wufei hadn’t elected to make a choice, Treize pulled out a small volume for him. It was one that would be easier for him to turn the pages of himself, and in French since Wufei claimed efficiency. While he didn’t actually think that the pilot had been lying, the General was curious about just how fluent Wufei was. Learning English and Japanese made sense; they were the primary languages through most regions of the world. But adding French to the list made him wonder about his dragon’s education.
“I believe you’ve earned some time to yourself,” Treize said with a small nod, setting the book down on the bed and opening the hard cover. He poked through the things he’d taken from the drawer earlier and picked up an old pocket watch to weigh the cover down. “And I suspect being carried around all day is rather maddening for someone like you.”
Wufei watched Treize suspiciously as he walked over to the edge of the bedside table and jumped the small gap between it and the bed itself. Despite the General’s worry that he would slide back on the squishy slope of the blanket, the pilot made it up just fine and headed towards the laid out book.
It took a moment to turn to the title page, and the large words printed in black there made Wufei raise an eyebrow. “Jules Verne? Fitting to give to a space colonist.”
“You’ve read it already?” Treize asked, surprised but pleasantly so. He started to reach for the book. “I can choose another if you’d prefer. Perhaps something of the same era...”
Wufei reached up to stop his hand, putting himself between Treize and the book. “No, this one is fine. It’s been long enough that I should be able to enjoy it again. Thank you.”
For the second time in only a few minutes, the boy surprised him. Treize smiled gently and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the thanks. After a moment, he straightened up and stepped away from the bed. “You’re welcome, Wufei. I’ll return for dinner, but if anyone comes in, do make sure to hide quickly.”
“Of course,” Wufei said with a distracted nod as he turned the book to the first chapter to begin reading. It barely even needed saying. Two men, perhaps he could escape in time. But a full base aware of his location and present condition? The thought nearly made him twitch. Not to mention that with only the two knowing who he was, and that he wasn’t to be harmed, he could easily be killed for worse if anyone found him. Noin, for example.
Treize glanced back at Wufei one more time before heading out of the room to return to his duties. Keeping his mind off of worrying for the boy would be a challenge, but he had a revolution to run. Personal feelings would have to wait for later.
Wufei waited until he was sure that Treize wasn’t coming back before letting himself relax completely, letting out a slow breath to keep himself calm and to focus on what he would need to do. He had no doubt that the door and windows were certainly locked securely, but were the air shafts, and could he reach them?
The teenager stood up carefully on the bed, looking around the room properly now that he was actually alone. Treize wouldn’t dare allow a camera in his room, so he knew that no one was watching him. For once.
He didn’t climb down right away, using his position on the bed to get a better view of where he needed to aim towards than he would have been able to from the floor. The first vent he saw was out of the question. Seven feet up and surrounded only by blank wall. Without the strength to move any furniture to use as a step, it would have been difficult even if he’d been his proper height. No, he would need an exit closer to the ground, and one that he could properly see into before making the plunge.
Once he’d completed his observations, Wufei paced around the edges of the bed to find the safest way down. Treize’s bed had been made at some point during the day, which meant that there were no blankets conveniently trailing along the ground to slide down, the edges of them still fairly high off of the ground. If he got down, he would need to find a different way back up. Would the alarm clock cord hold his weight?
Deciding that he would just have to pray that it was heavy enough (after all, he didn’t particularly weight all that much), Wufei eased himself from the edge of the bed and carefully climbed down the blanket, letting himself drop the last distance to the ground. Practice had him landing in a good roll, and he got to his feet, looking around the room from the floor for the first time.
That glance almost had Wufei reconsidering his entire plan to escape on his own. It was no wonder that Khushrenada had been keeping him off of the floor since his shrinking. At least when he was outside he could imagine that the plants were new breeds and that perhaps were supposed to be that size. But this...
Wufei shook his head and scowled at himself. Get a hold on yourself, Chang. You have your mission. Even if he couldn’t escape on his own in the end, he had to at the very least get word to the others so Nataku could be removed from enemy hands. Her being used by OZ was an idea that he absolutely refused to contemplate. Butter to be destroyed in that situation.
He stopped and listened to be sure that no one was coming before starting to make his way across the room, staying close to the edges of the room as much as he could. Various pieces of furniture could be hidden under if anyone did come in, and only Khushrenada and Marquise would be looking for anything that close to the floor, much less for him. And the bed being made suggested that the maid had already come by. Hopefully the fact that Marquise wasn’t dining with Khushrenada would also mean the man would not be back until late.
Wufei froze at a sudden whirring sound, dropping low to the floor in an instinctive defensive crouch, eyes jerking around the vast room to find the source. Had he been wrong about cameras? When nothing happened and he relaxed just enough to pay more attention to exactly what the sound had been, he snorted at his own jumpiness. Louder than he was used to, but just the sound of the heat turning on. A waste, when the room’s real occupant wasn’t present, but he could not deny that he was pleased. Wufei grew cold easily at this size. Creatures who were naturally this small had faster heart rates to keep them warmer. Since Wufei was supposed to be many times this size, his body didn’t know how to make up for it. He would not be informing Treize of the fact, however. The man had too many excuses to touch him already.
When he reached the other side of the room, Wufei quickly found that the gap beneath the door, which had looked so large from a distance, was just too small for him to slip under, even when flattening his body against the floor. Khushrenada’s carpenters had done their job well, and he imagined that the gap was meant to be just enough to glide easily over whatever carpet the man chose. A traitorous part of him was relieved by that fact, if just because it meant that he was not so small as to be easily lost. Had he been that small, he likely would never have been found before the local predators got to him. That thought made him shiver. Forget being killed. That helpless, and he would have likely been eaten alive by some bird like an insect. At least at this size, there was a chance.
The pilot forced himself away from such thoughts to focus again. If the door was out unless he had someone to open it for him, he would have to find some other way. It made little sense to put the heat by the ceiling when it always rose, so logic dictated that there was another vent closer to the floor. not on the side he’d kept to crossing from the bed though.
Glancing at the door one last time, Wufei started to walk back the way he’d come, only this time he went under the furniture on the opposite side of the room. It was a mixed blessing how clean Treize’s suite was kept. On one side, he had nothing he could use as a tool or weapon. On the other, there was minimal dust on the floor and absolutely no clutter to have to climb over. The odd cord was easy to step around, and they were all tucked neatly, no tangled oils or fraying wires. Yet another thing that would be more dangerous at this size. A small spark in his normal size would be a huge bolt like this.
Wufei paused to rest under a bookcase with a sigh. He hated feeling this helpless. Just how was he supposed to find justice for Nataku when he was less than a foot tall? She would think he was pathetic if she could see him right now, having to sneak around the walls like some escaped lab rodent. He strangled back a sound (not of despair, he wasn’t that weak) as he raked a hand through his hair.
He didn’t even pay attention to the fact that he’d slid down to the floor, the heels of both hands pressed to his forehead. And even if he did notice the way that his heart had started to speed up, he would never admit to the way that his shoulders were beginning to tremble. Wufei’s pride simply wouldn’t allow him to acknowledge such a weakness. He’d held strong through all of this, strong since he’d woken up in Treize’s drawer the evening before. Helpless and pathe- no, he was not going to let himself think that way! He was not going to falter now of all times, when Khushrenada wasn’t even there to be a threat!
He was. But it wasn’t was convincing whispered in his head as it would have been shouted to his captor, and of course Treize wasn’t there. That bastard.
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