Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Thirty-One ( Chapter 31 )

Part Thirty-One

Quatre and Trowa watched as Heero and Duo made their way back up the stairs, Heero's arm wrapped tight around Duo's waist, Duo snuggling into his neck.

"Off they go...." Quatre observed, smiling.

"Yes...."

"I'm glad they finally got it out in the open," Quatre spoke. When Trowa didn't say anything, Quatre then asked, "aren't you?"

"And if one of them dies? I'm not sure how in love Heero is with him, but Duo's positively mad. I don't think it's a good chance to take."

"I hope you would be upset if I died because I sure as hell would be upset for you!" Quatre replied, astonished, angry, and hurt. "We're taking the chance, aren't we? Or am I the only one risking my love and my life?"

"I didn't mean it like that!" Trowa snapped back, realizing his words weren't very carefully chosen and he would have to take infinite care with his next ones.

"Oh, then what *did* you mean?"

Trowa sighed. "I wasn't thinking, my love. Their relationship seems highly combustible to me."

"How so?"

"Heero doesn't seem big on emotions such as love, however Duo seems he *needs* it."

"Yes, but that doesn't excuse what you said about the risk with death."

"I simply meant that if Heero died, Duo would fall apart."

"Oh, what does it really matter, Trowa?" Quatre asked, voice full of woe. "We have no lives anymore. They were ruined when we were born. Why not have a little happiness while it's still possible?"

Trowa's long fingers stroked gently at Quatre's hand.

"Maybe you're right...."

"Will you dance with me?" Quatre asked quietly.

Trowa stood and offered his hand.

~~~

Wufei stared at the fire-red haired beauty sitting on the stool next to him.

Some of the things she said.... They were just indecent! But that made her all the more attractive.

Her long red hair fell shaggy to mid-back. Her eyes were like a tigers, amber oval slits that took in everything constantly. Her dress was short and her breasts large and she wore a small piece of onyx on a thin silver chain around her head, resting on her inner eye. [1] When he saw Duo walking down the stairs, he noticed that he wore one also, only with amethyst in the place of onyx.

"So Wufei, why do you travel with them, anyway? You seem the odd man out with no woman to please you," she spoke smirking.

"I feel it's my destiny," Wufei muttered.

" 'Pose ya found yourself a nice lady, she could travel with you, no?"

"I suppose," Wufei mumbled, embarrassed.

"Just haven't found the right one yet, aye?"

"Something like that," was Wufei's ingenious reply.

"I like ya. You're cute," she told him with a wink, which made him blush more.

He wished to invite her, this is true, but he knew he could not. As far as these people knew, the Academy still existed. Talent was still regarded as evil. He could not speak their true intentions; he didn't dare say Duo and Quatre were men.

It could never work.

"My friends might not enjoy your company," Wufei told her while trying not to offend her.

"Why do you have friends that have no concern for your happiness?"

"I don't have much of a choice," he muttered. "They used to be real friends, but everyone has turned against me."

"Well that's not happy. Why?" she asked, sipping her beer. Wufei was astounded at the amount of beer that woman could drink.

Wufei shrugged. "I don't know. When Heero came about, they seem blind to logic. He's so stubborn and conceited. He's really just trying to control us all, but they act as though he's some kind of god."

"So kill 'em," she suggested with a saucy smile.

"Oh, yes, I'd *love* to wring his neck, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"I.... I can't tell you."

She looked at him thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side.

"Well, we all have our secrets."

"Your name is one of them," Wufei spoke, interested, so maybe when this was all over he could find her.

"Tas'Kay," she replied, flipping back her hair nonchalantly with one hand. "But you can call me Tas, Wufei. All my friends do."

Wufei blushed when he realized she was implying he was a friend.

He wasn't sure why he was so affected by her. Women were weak and so declared even by the Divine. Why else couldn't women contain Talent?

But she didn't act like a woman. She drank and cussed and spat.... Yet her skin shown and she smelt nice and clean.

He found it a perfect combination.

"How long are you staying here in Ju?"

"We'll leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" she cried.

He nodded. "We're going to Yuotain."

"Why would want to go *there*?" she asked in disbelief and confusion.

"Is it that bad?"

"Oh, hell yes! People die when they walk over the border! If you had brains you'd just stay here!"

Wufei was upset, but only because he couldn't pull this over on Heero.

He sighed in frustration. He couldn't tell her anything! Why they had to go to Yuotain, why he couldn't leave the others, he couldn't even give her a good reason as to why he couldn't tell her anything!

"I have to stay with them," he muttered softly. "Have to...have to...."

"Whatever you say," she replied skeptically.

~~~

Duo giggled wildly as Heero lifted him into his arms, spinning him around and kissing his cheek.

"Do you really love me?" Heero whispered in his ear.

"With all my heart and more," came the prompt reply from Duo's lips as he softly kissed his neck.

There was a definite pause, as Heero lowered his lips to brush them over Duo's.

Afterward Duo unhooked himself from Heero's arms and fell upon the bed. Slowly, carefully Heero removed all his jewelry, setting it on the nightstand.

"Stand," Heero commanded gently and Duo complied. Heero's nimble fingers untied the ribbon, lacing up his back, leaving him standing in nothing but a sheik night robe without even sleeves.

"It's cold," he observed, shivering and sitting back down on the bed.

Heero have him a small smile as he began to undress himself.

"It's becoming fall. Nights will be colder, along with days."

"What will we do when winter comes?" Duo asked, his apprehension much more clear than he wished it was.

Heero shook his head. "I don't know yet.... Maybe we'll have a house by then...."

"A house?!" Duo cried excitedly. "You and me?"

Heero shrugged. "Possibly. Maybe all of us. It all depends on what happens in Yuotain with Quatre."

"Oh...." Duo murmured. "Well, after this is all over, we'll settle down somewhere pretty, right?"

"Of course," Heero answered. "In Gyne or maybe Nim, where it's summer longer and flowers bloom near perpetually. You will love it."

"I'll love anywhere if you're there."

Heero blushed as he grabbed some sheets from the drawer and told Duo to lie down, making the bed over him before crawling under the covers with him.

Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and nuzzled into it, as he always wanted to. It still almost felt like a dream, but Heero shifted and locked his arms around his waist, breathing in Duo's sweet, sugary scent.

'I always wished I would sleep so close to him,' Duo thought, his mind reeling as he stared onto Heero's closed lids, his mouth parted slightly. 'I can feel his gentle breath on my cheek--! Oh, Divine! What good did I do to deserve such happiness? What did I do to have him so close? Oh, Divine, thank you, thank you! I will always be faithful and walk in Light! Oh, I--'

"Duo?" Heero asked, bright blue eyes opening and twinkling in the moonlight that escaped from the sky through the crack in the window.

"Hmm?"

"You should get some sleep, my Duo."

Duo thought his heart must've skipped a beat.

All his thoughts of sleep had long died with the chance to watch Heero do so.

"I'll try."

"Good.... Duo," he spoke nervously. There was something about being so close to him in the silent night that made it so much more nerve wracking.

"Umhmm?"

"I...I love you," he whispered, throat tight with fear.

"I love you too," Duo whispered back, giving him a quick peak on the lips with a blush. "I always...have...."

Quatre glanced into their bedroom as they made their way to their room.

"So adorable...." Quatre murmured. "Duo needs someone like Heero. They're well matched."

"You shouldn't be so concerned over someone else's relationship."

"You jealous?" Quatre asked in amusement.

"No," Trowa replied indignantly. "I just don't want you to screw anything up."

Quatre was stunned. "Screw it up? What do you mean by that? Trowa? Trowa! Answer me!" he cried, grabbing his wrist.

"Don't worry about it," Trowa replied, yanking out of his grasp.

Quatre never felt so deserted.

~Til Then~

[1] The third eye, in the middle of the forehead.