Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Thirty-Three ( Chapter 33 )

Part Thirty-Three

"Well, at least we have achieved what we came to get achieved and none of us are dead," Duo spoke optimistically as he stood to the side, pouring some tea for Heero.

It was the first time any of them had seen each other since three days ago with the Millardo incident.

Quatre was still in bed, but alive.

He was also going to be officially crowned king on the Winter Day. Winter Day was the day, which was said to have, contained the first snowfall and is celebrated as the most joyful day of the season and there is always a big feast.

Since they had Quatre back in the palace, everyone suddenly seemed to have a purpose again. It was unbelievably strange when they saw people actually get up and start cleaning and cooking again. It was as if everything had just been packed away, and now, suddenly, the vacationer suddenly had the urge to unpack from his trip.

Quatre could no longer pretend to be female, but Duo was decked out in skirts and jewels.

"None of us are dead yet," Wufei growled as Duo handed him a cup of tea too, after giving Heero his.

"I think that we should look at this as a positive thing. Now we can wait for everyone to come to us," he returned as he poured Trowa some.

Trowa...now that was interesting. Everybody knew they were fighting, just as everybody knew that Trowa had dealt Millardo the final blow to keep him from hurting Quatre. And though he might not admit it, his face was torn with worry for his little lover who still laid halls away in bed.

"Here Trowa," he offered, handing him the cup, which Trowa hesitated in taking.

"Yes, people can come to us, but that means that our location is not only open, but open for ambush," Wufei gave answer.

Heero didn't say much as he sipped at his tea. What was there to say?

He really wanted to talk to Duo alone, make sure he was okay. Either that or flee the palace. He hated being in a place where he could be hurt, and there was almost no place better to attack than on this palace. All five of them were right there.... The only way it would be better was if each one of them was a hundred thousand miles away and easily caught.

He felt like a deer snared in rope.

"I have to agree...."

Duo pouted as he sipped his own tea.

"Well, I'm going to take full advantage of the situation. I'm going to enjoy huge bed with warm sheets and hot baths while I can," Duo announced.

"As well you should," Trowa finally spoke, standing. His voice sounded weary, tired. As if he hadn't slept for years, when in fact, he had just slept for two whole days. "I really don't care what the rest of you do, I really don't. You're not my concern and maybe this is all bullshit and we're wasting our time and energy for nothing. You three can do what ever you want, but I'm staying by Quatre--"

"Trowa," Duo gasped in surprise.

"Even if I have to be merely his butler."

"Trowa, can I--" Heero started, but didn't finish for Trowa cut him off with a glare.

"You never know how much you love something until you almost lose it."

With that, he exited.

The other three were left in a bit of shock.

But Heero knew what he was talking about. Heero understood. In so many ways he wished he didn't, he understood.

Wufei set down his cup and looked over at the other two. Duo was sitting on the back of the couch, Heero sitting on the cushions. Both of them looked deep in thought over the situation.

They also looked like they should be married and live together a thousand years and Wufei was envious of this.

He would never look that right with anyone....

And who would love him anyway? Not a woman, most certainly. He had Talent, and that was something women feared.

But unlike the other four, he didn't find himself ever looking for a man as something more than a friend.

So in that respect, he was damned.

Slowly, and probably subconsciously, Heero's fingers began to twist through Duo's long, flowing hair as he thought, and Duo leaned over to rest his head on Heero's and that was about all of that Wufei could take.

It was bad enough when Quatre and Trowa were running around lovesick, but not Heero too--!

Sure, he hated Heero with a passion, but if he was supposed to be their leader of sorts, then he should at least have his head about him!

"Of all grand things in Light," he muttered under his breath and suddenly Duo sat up again.

"Sorry, Wufei," he apologized, blushing lightly. "I wasn't thinking."

Duo did feel bad, partly because Wufei didn't have anyone, but mostly because it wasn't proper to show affection for people in public and though that might have been a very small display, it was enough.

Heero didn't really notice.

"I think that there should be more strength among us than love. Love can get your far, but soon it becomes a hindrance," Wufei declared, standing. "Love is what makes people blind to reason."

"It also gives people a reason to fight," Heero spoke, but Wufei acted as though he said nothing.

"Love is the thing that crumbles people. The strongest men fall slain to 'love'," he began to speak the term as though his were poison. " 'Love', the greatest of all things, is a joke. What happens if Duo has to die in order to achieve safety in the world? Huh? Your 'love'?"

"Then we will try to save him of course, but if he has to die, he has to die," Heero struggled out with as smooth a voice as he could manage.

"Oh, you can say that all well right now, but how about later, when it happens? Then how smoothly can you kill the one you 'love'? Then how easily will your sword slide into his body?

"And Duo! What about you? What if Heero had to die in order to save the entire world? What then would all this 'love' be? Answer me dammit!" he cried, anger so deep inside of him, swelling out in his words.

"Shut up!" Duo screamed back.

"How could you kill him? The one you 'love'? Your life, your breath, your existence?! And yet you tell me it's okay to 'love'? The word is poison, as well as the emotion! It corrodes your brain!"

"Your just jealous because no one wants a bastard like you!" Duo's screech reverberated through the room and the loud smashing of the teacup as he threw it into the ground was barely heard.

Then there was dead silence.

A serving woman entered and began to nervously pick up the shards of broken glass as Duo stared Wufei down.

She found these travelers odd and even scary for they possessed Talent, but Quatre had saved them all and would be a grand king.

'Besides, if the one woman--Duet was her name?--can love a man with Talent,' she thought in the nerve-wracking silence, 'they can't be that bad....'

Wufei left as the serving woman did, much too angry and embarrassed to stick around to 'chat'.

Duo slid to sit down next to Heero, wrapping his arms tight around his neck.

"I didn't want to be mean, but he wouldn't shut up. I know this situation is very hard for Wufei, but--"

"Shh," Heero urged, rubbing his back. "Wufei will be okay.... You can't spend your time worrying about something you can't fix."

"I suppose...Heero.... I suppose...."

~Til Then~