Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Forged Together ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter 15

 

“You will come and visit won't you?” Catherine asked for the fifth time as Trowa waited to board the Sweeper shuttle. One of their cargo carriers was heading for Earth, which meant Trowa would be able to get back to the mansion earlier than anticipated. Maybe about the same time as Quatre and Duo would be returning from the desert.

 

“I'll call at least once a week,” Trowa promised. It was the best he could do.

 

“Good,” said Cathy. “Make sure you do. I thought I might drop in on Hilde and see how she's doing, since we'll be here for some time. Not the best place but the rates are cheap and the circus could do with a little rest.”

 

“It's not safe there even with the Sweepers watching out for Duo's yard,” Trowa said hurriedly, remembering not the thugs, but the way Hilde had winked at him, when referring to her sister. He wasn't sure if he had read the meaning properly.

 

“It's ok,” Catherine said,[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ] lightly. “George will see to it that I get an escort.”

 

“George?” said Trowa frowning, trying to remember someone at the circus by that name. Is that the Strong man?

 

“Oh.[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ],[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ]” Catherine blushed slightly. “You know, the circus manager…the ring master.”

 

Somehow imagining his sister and the ring master as a couple provided no comfort. In fact, Hilde was starting to sound better and better, yet who was he to judge? “Uh,” he said, wondering what to say when the last of the Sweepers started to load the crates,[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ].[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ] w[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ]W[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:43:00 2007 ]hich meant the shuttle was cleared for lunch and would be leaving sometime soon.

 

“I…have to go now,” he said awkwardly. Why were good byes so hard!

 

“There's something I wanted to ask you,” Catherine said hesitantly. “I had a brother once, your age…and well…I lost track of him the same time my…our parents died.”

 

Trowa waited, wondering what was to come.

 

“I want to run a DNA test to see if you're my bother,” she finished.

 

For a moment Trowa couldn't breath. “And if it comes back negative, will I stop being your brother?” he asked finally.

 

“No!” Cathy exclaimed. “That's stupid. You are my brother …but if you're my real brother, there are things you have to know. You have a name, a birthday…a…”

 

“I don't have that now,” whispered Trowa, realizing how much that hurt. “You mean I don't have a right to be your brother in real life because…”

 

“I didn't mean that,” Catherine said, looking stricken. “I'm handling this all wrong. I thought about this since I met you the first time and I was scared about it too. But now, Trowa, I just can't live with not knowing if you're not my brother or not. Try to understand, it doesn't change anything between us but I have to know.”

 

“Hey, Barton, get on this crate if you want to leave,” one of the Sweepers called.

 

“I have to go,” Trowa said as he stood there, feeling numb.

 

“I love you,” Cathy said, tears in her eyes. “You are my brother; just…this uncertainty is killing me.”

 

“Fine,” said Trowa dully taking out his boot-knife. He fisted his bang and cut off the tip of his hair. Not enough to uncover his face but just enough for it to seem shorter. He handed her the fist full of hair slowly. “Give me a call when the results come,” he said as he turned around to walk up the boarding ramp.

 

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Despite the seriousness of the situation Quatre was laughing his head off. It was not helping the circumstances, but the image Duo had created did not fit the real person at all.

 

“You think that's funny,” fumed Duo as he stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, braid swinging from side to side.

 

“I don't think Heero goes with the bound foot concept,” Quatre managed to splutter out.

 

Duo stopped his pacing to stare at him in confusion. “What?”

 

“Chinese females… I think that included concubines from noble families, had their feet bound to make them smaller. Can you imagine Heero doing that…? Where in the world did you get the idea that Wufei needs a concubine, and a male one at that? Think of the problems it would cause when a Chinese male decided to take a Japanese male as a concubine”

 

“He doesn't,” Duo said fiercely, stopping his pacing to look around. “Oh, damn, Quatre, I know he's with Heero- fucking- Yuy, I know it.”

 

“Then the middle name should fit,” Quatre said dryly. “Just don't use such language around my sisters unless you want your mouth washed out with washing soap.”

 

“Sorry,” said Duo, having the grace to blush. “But…. I know I can't… couldn't give him what he wanted but I did ask and he said he'd wait for me; that sex wasn't important; and I thought he really would. I didn't think he'd jump Heero the moment I turned my back to him.”

 

“We are still talking about Wufei,” Quatre said cautiously. “Chinese, black hair, pilot of Altron. What do you mean, wait for you?”

 

“I guess this is as good a time as ever to tell you… though it's already over,” Duo said resigned. “We are… were together.”

 

“You and Wufei?” said Quatre in a stunned voice. “As in together-together, not together as all five of us? Wufei…and you are an item. A couple. A pair. In a committed relationship. Boyfriends. I thought Wufei was as straight as the proverbial flag pole up his ass.”

 

“Yes,” said Duo a little amused. “I know the idea is hard to swallow but we did decide to kiss and grope on a regular basis. But I guess it isn't so if Heero is hovering over his shoulder and acting like a dog marking his territory.”

 

“So when did this happen and why wasn't I told? I thought we were more than two people who fight together.”

 

“I'm sorry,” said Duo. “We thought it best to keep it to ourselves until we get the corners ironed out. We got together after Wufei came back from Sally's mission so it's not been that long and we haven't exactly gotten used to it. Just that I can't do certain things and …and…”

 

“Sex,” offered Quatre. “So that's what he wanted to speak to me about.”

 

“Wufei wanted to speak to you about me?” Duo exclaimed. “When?”

 

“Just before we left,” Quatre explained. “He wanted to speak about something personal about you but I told him that I'd speak with you first before I speak with him. I'm sorry I've been so busy since I got here and we haven't even had the time to talk to each other properly.”

 

“Sheesh,” said Duo. “I don't know whether I should blow my head off at him or be pleased he bothered to speak to you about it. It wasn't exactly smooth sailing for the two of us but he did say he cared about me.”

 

“There could be a perfectly good explanation,” Quatre said gently. “Don't you think you are overreacting? This is Wufei we are talking about and he values his honor, always. If he is with you then I don't think he's the type to sneak around behind your back and start something with Heero. Anyone else maybe, but Wufei is someone who keeps his word.”

 

“You think so?” said Duo looking hopeful. “But when I asked him about Heero he acted as if he was avoiding something.” He paused to think for a moment. “But I didn't exactly give him a chance to talk so maybe, it's all for nothing.”

 

“Tell you what,” said Quatre. “Why don't you call him again and ask him. This not knowing is eating you up from the inside. You'll find out that it's just your imagination.”

 

“You're right,” said Duo with a small smile. “Let me call him and ask him right now.”

 

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Wufei spun around trying to close the screen before whoever was behind him saw what he was looking at while he reached for his weapon. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was Heero but scowled at the other to show his displeasure.

 

“Yuy,” he grated out. “There is such a thing called privacy you know?”

 

“If you are surfing for porn, I can give you a few pointers,” Heero said from his position near the door frame.

 

“I'm not surfing for porn,” Wufei grated out as he blushed crimson from nose to shoulders in one smooth move. “I'm just looking for some information since I appear to be …uninformed about…about…” spontaneous combustion was about to happen. “…gay sex.” There, he said it.

 

Heero smirked, looking both smug and pleased. “I could show you a few things,” he offered, looking at Wufei from under his bangs and managing to look suggestive with a minimum of facial expressions. It was surprising how good Heero was at hiding his emotions behind that mask of his.

 

“Yuy,” said Wufei as he turned around, trying to collect his thoughts. “I need to speak to you about last night.” There, now he was starting to sound like one of those disgusting women from Saturday night soap operas Duo and Quatre snickered over; the ones in which the female jumps into someone's bed overcome passion and then the next morning decides to pretend it never happened. He wasn't sure how the analogy fit his predicament so he clamped his erratic thoughts to a stand still and tried assess the present situation.

 

Heero had stilled imperceptibly and when Wufei looked up, he could see that the previous slightly relaxed look on Heero's face had been replaced by blankness. `At least he thinks he knows what I'm going to say,' Wufei thought to try and comfort himself. After the previous night he could not deny that Heero had feelings. If he said it had all been one big mistake then the other boy was bound to wind up hurt. Or whatever was equivalent to hurt in the universe of Heero Yuy. However, before he could form a proper reply the vid- communicator chirped and they both moved as one towards it. Heero was the first to reach it, snapping it on and staring into the screen.

 

“Duo,” he said slowly. “I thought you spoke to Wufei just now. Is something wrong?”

 

“Hey, Heero,” said Duo, and it was obvious he was taking pains to be polite when it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Can I speak to Wufei, alone?”

 

“Why?” Heero demanded uncharacteristically, scowling hard.

 

“'Cause I say so,” Duo snapped back. “Don't you have a gun barrel to grease or something? Go away, Heero. Where's Wufei?”

 

“I'm here, Maxwell,” said Wufei falling into the chair in front of the vid-screen before Heero could react. He winced as his back jarred and looked at Heero. “I'll let you know if it's anything important,” he told Heero and the other boy nodded.

 

“I'll be in your room,” Heero said as he turned around abruptly and walked away, leaving Wufei face the screen with a more visible wince.

 

“Your room,” said Duo coldly. “Why is he going to your room?”

 

“I didn't ask,” Wufei said weakly wishing he was elsewhere.

 

“Why does your back hurt?” Duo pressed. “I saw you wince when you sat down”

 

“I strained it last night,” Wufei stuttered weakly.

 

“Fucking Heero Yuy, perhaps?” Duo snarled across the screen his eyes flashing.

 

“Yes,” Wufei said, weakly looking away. He needed to cut his finger nails; and where did he get that scratch on his left thumb. His hands were starting become more fascinating by the minute and he did not want to look up see the hurt in the violet eyes.

 

“So you really didn't miss me, did you?” Duo snapped as he looked away and Wufei could see a gleam of tears in his eyes. “I guess I wasn't good enough for you, huh?”

 

“Duo,” said Wufei leaning forward, hand outstretched only to stop a few millimeters away from the screen. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I do like you, just that last night after Trowa left…”

 

“Heero suddenly became available,” Duo spat out. “I thought you were better than this, `Fei. I thought you really cared for me.” Then abruptly, he was staring at a blank screen.

 

He thought about calling Duo back but he didn't know what to say and he knew the other boy was too distressed to think properly. Words spoken in anger were always hurtful and uncalled for. He would try to rectify the situation, first of all by talking to his… his lover who was waiting for him in his bedroom. About his boyfriend. Right.

 

Wufei got up, heading towards his room, wondering how he was ever going to fix things with Duo. He was going to tell Heero that it had all been nice, but still a mistake and…

 

Heero was on his bed, dressed in shorts and nothing else, leaning against a pillow, reading one of his books.

 

“I didn't know you read German,” he said in surprise.

 

“I didn't know you did either,” Heero said, looking up.

 

“Yuy,” said Wufei carefully. “This isn't …” going to work. I'm not going to have sex with you again. Heero proceeded to put down the book and hooked two of his fingers into his waistband. This was going to be harder than he'd first imagined. “I don't want to have sex with you,” he blurted out. There, he'd said it. Even if Duo came back and killed him on the spot, he was going to die with honor.

 

Heero stilled then slowly got off the bed, face blank. He picked up his tank top off the side table and put it onwith quick, jerky movements. Then he scooped up his shoes from the side of the room and proceeded to put them on, balancing on one leg. Then the unthinkable happened; Heero almost lost his balance and had to stagger before he put his leg down and looked straight at Wufei.

 

Wufei froze at the pain visible in those eyes. He was making a huge mess of it but he couldn't kick Heero while he was down. Heero looked so vulnerable and uncertain for a moment and he didn't know what to do. He took a step forward and then another until he was standing in front of to Heero. “I…” he put a hand on Heero's shoulder. “I don't think I'm handling this right,” he said weakly.

 

“Do you want me to stay?” Heero asked slowly.

 

“I think the bed is big enough for the two of us,” Wufei said weakly, when he had turned into a worm without a spine. He was weak if he was so undecided but he didn't want Heero to go. He wanted Duo but he didn't want to hurt Heero in the process. He stepped back, and started to undress carefully, taking off his white top and then his shoes. He decided to keep his pants on and got into bed, his legs feeling strangely shaky, He rolled aside so there was space for another person, and lay on his back, very still. After a moment, the bedside lamp was switched off and another slender form slipped between the covers.

 

In the dark, the two figures lay stiffly until they both fell asleep.

 

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Heero woke up suddenly, looking at the person next to him in bed. He had never shared a bed with anyone without having had to sex previously. Never willingly, and never slept through the night feeling safe. Wufei was moving a little, which might have been the reason he had awaken. As he tried to process the noises, Wufei turned slightly and curled around his left side. For a moment Heero stiffened then very, very carefully turned his head. The Chinese boy was still fast asleep, his hair falling over his face delicately. Slowly, Heero turned over on his side until he was facing Wufei, then with his right hand, pushed back the stray hairs.

 

Wufei stirred, inching closer so his breath tickled Heero's neck, but did not come awake. Heero smiled to himself, feeling pleased. Wufei was a warrior and if he could sleep with Heero moving around next to him, it meant he trusted him. Heero slowly ran a hand over Wufei's form and the boy inched closer. Encouraged, Heero stayed still, heart hammering, as the other boy burrowed closer to him. That night, Heero did not sleep for more than half an hour but it was best night sleep of his life as far as he could remember.

 

a/N- short chapter but I wanted to see if 1x5 would work without sex. They aren't comfortable with each other but no relationship is based on sex alone. Maybe I should try submitting this for the most pathetic Heero award. (kidding…)[Author ID1: at Tue Jul 3 20:44:00 2007 ]