Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tangled Web ❯ Sneaky Sensation ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me ::sigh::
Warnings: OOC Wufei and Quatre, my sorry attempts at humor, a hair pulling fight

Pairings: One-sided 5x2, One-sided 4x2, 1x2, 3x4x5 erm kinda, but not really (couldn't figure out how to label that one...)

Trowa Barton was nervous, a feeling he had little experience with. He had the sneaky sensation that he was being stalked, but he couldn't pinpoint who it could be. He was in the middle of nowhere. The only people around were the other pilots, so who could be stalking him? He didn't even have solid evidence that it was happening, he just had this ever-present feeling that his every move was being carefully observed. *This war is making me paranoid.*

Actually, all of the pilots, were acting out of sorts lately, except for Duo - he was just as cheerful as ever. The rest of the guys were a different story.

Take Heero, for example. Instead of carrying on with his impression of a moss-covered rock like he usually did when he wasn't in mission-mode, he was walking around with a smug expression on his face that was usually directed at Chang. And he never seemed to be very far from where Duo was at any given time.

*Well, I can take a good guess at what that's about.* He thought wistfully. There wasn't a person alive that was immune to the charming mystery that was Duo Maxwell.

Chang ignored 01's odd behavior, but had taken to blushing violently whenever he ran into Duo unexpectedly. He had also taken to speaking to Trowa, on purpose, even. In the past, the quiet Chinese pilot practically had to be hunted down and tortured before he would even say so much as good morning to someone and now he was striking up conversations? Curious.

As for Quatre, he seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Oh, he could complete his missions just fine along with everyone else, but when it came to down time, he was a mess. He couldn't string more than two words together during a conversation with Trowa. The last time he saw the Arabian pilot, he had asked him if he could borrow a wrench from his tool box - causing Quatre to jump like a frightened cat. What had he been doing outside the window of the bathroom anyway? *I hope he wasn't spying on Duo in the shower. Even I've got better sense than that. Yuy would probably kill anyone he caught doing such a thing.*

As Trowa continued to ponder the actions of his fellow pilots, he made his way to the hanger where the Gundams were kept (TM). He rounded the corner of the building just in time to catch the nastiest bitch fight he'd ever seen. He ducked back around the corner a bit in order to observe the situation from a safe distance.

05 was currently bearing scratches down the left side of his face while 04 was wearing only half of the shirt he had originally left the house in.

"You take that back Winner, or else!" Wufei shouted.

"Or else what, shorty? I'm not taking it back because it's true! You're only going after Trowa because you can't have Duo. I'm going after him because our love is pure and true!"

'Pure and true?' Trowa mouthed. *This is news to me.* He raised his eyebrows over the fact that two hot and capable pilots were fighting over him. *Man, have I been out of the loop.*

"That's not true, he's just a good as Duo and besides, you can't possibly expect me to believe that you never noticed Duo's attributes during the time you spent with him in the desert. I found those hair ties you stole from him in one of your pockets when our laundry got mixed up."

"That - that wasn't, I mean how do you know I wasn't using them? Maybe I was having a hair crisis, did you ever think of that?"

"Hair crisis? Winner, your hair is two inches long, how much of a crisis could you be having? Anyway, I definitely saw you peeking on him in the shower this morning!"

"I thought he was Trowa! We're getting off topic here, talking about Duo is irrelevant. Everyone knows that Heero would mete out instant death to anyone caught so much as sneezing in his direction. This is about the way you've been trying to make time with MY Trowa!" Quatre tried to pull the tattered remains of his shirt together, but failed miserably.

"Every knows except for Duo. What the hell is Yuy waiting for..." Wufei muttered. "Wait a minute, Your Trowa? I didn't see your name on him anywhere and I had a good chance to check last time I was patching him up. A really good chance." He smiled at that particularly fond memory.

"You did what?!" With that, Quatre threw himself at Wufei with a shout.

*You know, this would be a lot more flattering if they weren't both so obviously insane.* Trowa thought to himself as he watched Quatre latch onto Wufei's hair, pulling it free of its tie.

"Hey, that was my last hair tie and you broke it! AH! Not my shirt!"

"Serves you right for ripping my - Ow, you bit me! Where's the justice in that, you hypocrite?"

By that point, Trowa had his fist stuffed into his mouth to keep his uncontrollable laughter from being heard. This was way better than television. He wondered briefly if he should go get Duo so he could enjoy the show as well. *Nah, I'd better not. I wouldn't want to miss anything. Besides, if I bring Duo, Yuy's bound to show up and that could get ugly if they decide to discuss Duo's 'attributes'.*

"Let go of my hair Winner, or I won't be held responsible for my actions!"

"What are you going to do, tear my pants off, too?"

Trowa was personally cheering for that option. Who cared if they were insane? They were both hot. And there was no harm in looking, right?

**RIIIP**

"AHH! I can't believe you did that, I was just joking! Those were my fightin' pants!"

There was a pause in all activity.

"Did you just say your fightin' pants'?" Wufei asked carefully.

"Yes!" Quatre wailed. "And they were my favorite pair too!"

Wufei burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Quatre Winner, heir to WEI has fightin' pants?" He gasped out between hiccups and tears streaming down his face.

The blonde stopped wailing and looked at Wufei sheepishly. "Yeah, I never fail to win a battle when I wear them."

05 stopped and looked at the disheveled boy, for what felt like the first time and was struck speechless.

"You know," Quatre said tentatively, "I've never heard you laugh like that before. Your whole aura changes when you do that. It's nice."

"What is it about Gundam pilots?" Wufei asked quietly. "They continue to amaze me when I least expect it."

"I know what you mean." The blonde shyly reached out to tuck back a lock of hair that was attempting to take over the Chinese boy's face.

They both stood still and gazed at one another for a moment. Neither knew who made the first move, but in the next moment, they were wrapped around one another in a fierce embrace.

"You're taller than me," Quatre gasped between kisses. "I never noticed."

Trowa felt his face heat up.

"And I never knew how soft your hair was." Wufei growled softly.

As the situation rapidly developed into something Trowa felt decidedly guilty about observing, he started to back away. When he got hit in the face with the tattered remains of Quatre's shirt (Man, Wufei got some distance on that throw!), he turned and ran.

*Well, I'm glad that situation resolved itself without any need of outside help.* Trowa fanned himself a bit. *I think I'd feel jealous if they weren't so cute together. Besides, they are both completely stark-raving mad. I think I'd prefer someone a little more dignified and in control of themselves than that.* Trowa walked down to the lake and thought about long, white-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes.