Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tall, Dark, and Handsome ❯ Tall, Dark, and Handsome ( One-Shot )

Title: Tall, Dark, and Handsome

Author: OrangeFlips

Pairings: 1x5.

Rating: G

Summary: Despite Quatre's empathy, Quatre could never understand the intricacies of Wufei and Heero's relationship like Trowa could.

Comments: I feel like I'm playing with the emotions of the characters rather than producing actual plot in this drabble, hmm. Lots of Trowa-talking. Erm. I've revised a few bits in this that annoyed me... I really put this out in a fit of rage, haha. I even changed tenses at one point, how embarrassing...

Warnings: Nobody else but the five pilots. Unbetaed. I need a beta. Please. Please. DESPERATELY. Email me, please? Or leave a review with your email?

Standard disclaimers apply.

 

Wufei looks over at Heero in the yellow-and-white kitchen, fingers clenched over the porcelain mug. His face is tilted slightly to the side, nose high and mocking.

 

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

 

“Hn.” The reply is made offhandedly, as though insulted by the sheer idea of him, the Perfect Soldier, ever having difficulty, but his eyes are downcast. They shift away from the luminous screen of his laptop for a few heartbeats, but never quite reach the other.

 

Wufei snorts, raising the porcelain cup to his lips. He tastes bitter coffee in his tea and notes that Duo must have reused the filter when he made breakfast this morning, but his mind isn't on that. “Just don't die,” he snaps.

 

Heero doesn't seem to hear, eyes fastened on the screen again. He memorizes the last line of the mission document and snaps the screen down, laptop closing with a resounding click. He looks up at the same time Wufei looks up and bits back, “Of course.”

 

Duo stares wide-eyed, suddenly realizing that Heero was leaving on a mission, and shouts out, “Bye Heero!” but by that time Heero had already left, door snapping shut behind him.

 

“Wufei?” Quatre asks, a serenely worried expression on his face, but Trowa isn't bothered. Quatre's face is worried half of the time. He supposes it is a disadvantage of having so much empathy.

 

Wufei looks contemplative, staring at his piece of toast before pushing away from the table brusquely. “I'll be in my room if you need me.”

 

“...wow,” Duo begins, staring at the door Wufei had brushed past, “What was that?” Typical Duo, Trowa thought, so blunt, so easily drags uncomfortable topics out in to the open. Sometimes, he wishes he could do what Duo does it so carelessly, even if sometimes Duo comes off as rude. It is the price of sincerity, not Trowa's silence-coated truths that come out as lies.

 

Quatre seems to think for a moment, bright blue eyes whirling with confusion, and Trowa could understand that. Wufei did that to people; gave out so many emotions it left someone like Quatre dizzy and lightheaded with his onslaught of passion. Trowa knew some of Wufei's passion was a lie, a mask to cover a deeper feeling, something that seems so out of character to him, he thinks he has to fake it to retain his honor.

 

Quatre gestures with his hand, a sigh escaping his lips. “I thought they were getting better.”

 

“Better at what?” Trowa asks, curious if Quatre finally understood what Trowa knew the first day Heero and Wufei came down to breakfast with their hearts intertwined, their hands apart.

 

“At fighting!” Quatre lets out a harsh whisper, utter exasperation obvious in his voice, “They just won't stop! The only reason they hadn't let out the fists was because Heero had a mission, and that's only because you know how much a mission means to Heero!”

 

“Yeah, man, the fighting has to stop,” Duo agrees wholeheartedly, and Trowa suddenly wishes he could tell them what he knew, that the soft words they spoke when they had parted were words of endearment, of comfort, not words to incite a fight.

 

But Trowa couldn't. Heero and Wufei are in love with privacy as much as they are in love with each other, and Trowa just couldn't do that to them, even if it meant listening to the others misunderstand the two.

 

Duo believes whatever Quatre says about emotion because Quatre is good at feeling emotions, but Trowa knows that with Heero and Wufei, feeling emotions is useless. Wufei and Heero aren't talkers or feelers; Trowa knows that as well as he knows himself.

 

Trowa knows. Trowa always knows, because although Quatre is good at reading emotions, Trowa is good at analyzing minuscule details. He knows Heero could control his emotions to the point where Quatre couldn't see them, and he knows Wufei whirled emotion around him like a protective barrier of confusing, contradicting emotions to the point where it makes Quatre dizzy and utterly, utterly confused no matter how hard he tries to understand Wufei; but he never does, he never can.

 

Quatre couldn't, despite all his empathy, because Quatre isn't one of them, but Trowa could comprehend the language they spoke, and understood.

 

Are you going to be okay?

 

Yes, don't worry.

 

Be careful.

 

Always.

 

Endnotes: I am not insulting Quatre or Duo in any way in this drabble; I rather like the two. I'm just playing with the fact that although Quatre could feel emotions, he possibly couldn't see beyond that, and I don't think Duo's a bubblehead either. I just didn't explore their thoughts that much. It was more of a Trowa-centric thing. So. Read and Review and Offer to be Beta! Haha, this was just a quick drabble I put in between my plans of way bigger 1x5s. *grin*