Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Chair ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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This is a short Songfic, based on George Strait's `The Chair'

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The Chair

Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
No, that one's not taken, I don't mind
If you sit here, I'll be glad to share.
Yeah, it's usually packed here on Friday nights.

 

The bouncer gave Wufei a strange look. He was probably wondering if the young man was even old enough to be at this place. At least he didn't go as far as to ask him for an ID. Wufei breathed a silent sigh of relief as he entered the club. Being somewhat too small for your age could lead to embarrassing situations at times.

What was I thinking? Why did I even come here?

He let his gaze wander. The place was pretty crowded, but that wasn't surprising. People liked to go clubbing on weekend…most people…not him… not normally.

This had all been Duo's idea. His friend has been talking for weeks about this club he had found, and he had not stopped until Wufei finally agreed to accompany him, once. And then, less than an hour before they were supposed to meet, the braided baka had called to tell him that he couldn't make it; something else had come up rather suddenly. By then Wufei had already been dressed and ready to leave, so he decided to go anyway. Bad idea it seemed now.

I should have stayed at home, he thought. But turning around how and leaving just after he had arrived would look strange. So he decided to stay at least for a while. He made his way to a table in the back of the room and settled down in one of the black and gold chairs.

“Excuse me.”

Wufei turned his head. Next to the table stood a tall man with neatly-trimmed, ginger-blond hair. In his midnight-blue, two button suit he looked like he had just stepped out of some kind of fashion magazine.

“Yes?” Wufei asked. He had been watching the dance floor and not even noticed the man approach.

“I'm afraid you are sitting in my chair.”

“I am?” The young man rose quickly. “I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I didn't realize that the seat was taken.”

“No problem at all,” the older man smiled charmingly. “By the way these other chairs are not taken, if you would like to stay.”

Wufei gazed around. It looked like there was really no other table free. “You're sure you don't mind?”

“Of course not. I'd be more than happy to share the table with you. This place is pretty packed in Friday nights.”

“Thank you.” Wufei somehow managed to fight down his nervousness and smile back as he slipped into the seat across from the tawny haired man.

 

 Oh, if you don't mind, could I talk you out of a light.
Well, thank you, could I drink you a buy?
Oh, listen to me, what I mean is can I buy you a drink?
Anything you please.

 

“Is this your first time here; I don't think I recall seeing your face before.”

“Yes it is,” the Chinese youth nodded. “I take it that you are here regularly?”

“More or less. I don't live very far, so it's convenient.”

“I see.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, and Wufei was almost ready to excuse himself and leave, when the other man asked: “Can I drink you a buy? Oh god, listen to me babbling. What I meant to say was; can I buy you a drink?” He laughed; it was a low and bubbling sound that broke the last of the ice between them.

Wufei chuckled quietly, and to his own surprise nodded. “Thank you. I'd love that.”

“What can I get you? Anything you want.”

“Do you think they serve Shanghai Highballs at this place?”

“I'm not sure, but it should be easy enough to find out.” The tawny haired man waived for the waiter and ordered the Highball for Wufei and a Manhattan for himself.

“Thank you.”

 

Oh, you're welcome, well, I don't think I caught your name.
Are you waiting for someone to meet you here?
Well, that makes two of us glad you came.

“Oh you're welcome,” the older man gave Wufei another brilliant smile. “By the way, I'm Treize Khushrenada. I don't think I caught your name.”

“Wufei, Chang Wufei,” the Chinese youth introduced himself.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Wufei. You don't mind me calling you Wufei, do you?”

“No, not at all.”

The waiter came back with their drinks, and Treize took a sip from his glass before he asked: “So, are you here alone, or are you waiting form somebody to meet?”

“Alone,” Wufei sighed silently. “A friend talked me in to going with him originally, but he canceled at the last moment.”

“Well, I guess that makes two of us. My friend stood me up too. But their loss is our gain. We should thank them, I suppose.” The older man lifted his glass for a toast. “To undependable friends and the pleasant opportunities that arise from their unreliability.”

Even in the club's dim lighting Wufei could see the other man's eyes sparkle with mirth. He couldn't help but smile as he too raised his glass, tapping the rim gentle against Treize's.

 

No, I don't know the name of the band, but they're good.
Aren't they, would you like to dance?
Yeah, I like the song too, it reminds me of you and me.
Baby do you think there's a chance
That later on I could drive you home?

 

“Do you like the music?” the older man asked a few moments later.

“Yes, it's nice.” Wufei nodded. “Who is playing?”

“I don't know the name of the band, but they play here quite often. This is one of my favorite songs. Would you like to dance?”

“Me?” The question startled Wufei. “I don't know…I'm not much of a dancer. I'm afraid I don't even know how to.”

“That's alright. It's not that hard, trust me.” He rose and extended his hand toward the younger man. “Shall we?”

Wufei swallowed but allowed himself to be guided to the dance floor.

Treize took the young man's right hand in his while putting his other arm loosely around Wufei's waist. His moves were smooth and fluid, making it very easy to follow.

When Wufei looked up he was caught in the older man's gaze like a deer in the headlight. Only now he noticed the incredible color of those blue eyes. They were soft and gentle but at the same time piercing and intense.

Then the song was over and Wufei was almost disappointed as they returned to their table.

“For someone who doesn't know how to dance, you did remarkable well.” Treize told him as they settled down.

“Thank you.” The Chinese youth felt himself blush and he quickly lowered his gaze.

Treize played with his glass for a few moments, running his fingertips over the rim before he looked up and asked. “Do you think that there is a chance that I could drive you home later on?”

 

No, I don't mind at all.
Oh, I like you too, and to tell you the truth
That wasn't my chair after all.
Oh, I like you too, and to tell you the truth
That wasn't my chair after all.

 

“Drive me home?” Wufei echoed. “Are you sure? I live all the way in Deerwood.”

“That's alright,” Treize assured him with a smile. “I don't mind at all.”

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“So, there we are.” Treize stated as he dropped the younger man off in front of his apartment building.

“Yeah. Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“My pleasure.”

“Umm…” Wufei shifted nervously from one foot to the other. “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”

“I'd love to.”

The young man waited for Treize to lock his car then lead the way into the building. They took the elevator up to the 6th floor, and Wufei pulled out his keys to unlock the apartment door.

“Please, have a seat in the living room, while I go make the coffee,” the Chinese youth suggested, and then after a short pause he added. “You know, I have never done this before.”

“Make coffee?” Treize raised one eyebrow in a mixture of amusement and sarcasm.

“No,” Wufei felt heat creep into his cheeks. “I mean I have never taken somebody home who I'd just met in a bar…But…”

“But…?”

The color in the young man's cheeks only intensified as he admitted. “I really like you.”

“Well, thank you. I like you too Wufei. And since you are so open with me, I have a confession to make as well.”

“Oh?” Wufei felt a wave of trepidation wash over him, but the older man smiled at him brilliantly as he said: “That chair you were sitting on, at the bar; it wasn't mine after all.”

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The end

Author's Note: 

This fic popped into my head yesterday after listening to the song and just wouldn't let go, so I had no chance but to write it. Another chapter of Strays should be finished in a day or two.

Feedback is greatly appreciated, constructive criticism is welcome :-)