Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dragon's Prince ❯ Chapter 6

Too old.

Too moth-eaten.

Too sweat-stained.

Grrrrrrr…."BAKAAAAAAAAA!"

Zechs carefully put his hands up in a calming gesture, a small nervous smile on his lips. "Please, Wufei, this isn't the end of the world! No one expects you to be in attendance at this ceremonial banquet anyway!"

"AND WHY NOT?!" Wufei paused mid-rant and reached for his sword, positively seething with foul temper. "Of course I have to be there! I won't have that Kushrenada stuffed-shirt thinking me weak because I fainted in some market! I AM NO WOMAN!"

"You aren't in any condition!" Zechs pleaded, dodging a mass of wadded silks and what he thought was a wine goblet. "Wufei, no one thinks you're weak! The markets are positively teeming with villagers, and this has been an unseasonably warm autumn! No one faults you! Please, go back to bed!"

Wufei snarled to himself and finally settled on a sleeveless tunic of black with a high collar and red embroidered dragons that glimmered in the light. "It is a matter of pride that I attend, Zechs! I must prove myself worthy of being the Emperor's liaison! And how can I do that if I am tucked into bed like a babe with the sniffles?!"

WHUMP!

The blonde gave a little sigh and helped Wufei to his feet again, helping to tug the black trousers up at least to Wufei's knees. "My friend, you cannot even maintain balance enough to put on your pants. How will you ever find strength enough to walk into that banquet, maintain a conversation while you eat, and be able to dance afterward? Not to mention the stairs you would have to climb, the countless noblewomen you would be forced to dance with…"

"You dance with them! You're a far better flirt than I am!" The Chinese male then paused and took a good look at his shirtless bronze body. "I need a bath too. How did I get so filthy, anyway? Ch', I'll be in the baths…"

"NOT ALONE!" To say Wufei was startled by the sudden action of being swept into Zechs's arms was akin to calling the Taj Mahal a quaint summer home. It was a gross understatement at the very least. "What if you felt faint again?! The steam of the baths is not what you need right now! Back to bed right now! If you need a bath so desperately, I'll bathe you myself!"

Pop!

Once again, `surprise' was not large enough a word to describe the emotions conveyed at that very next moment. Wufei's nostril spouted forth a spew of blood, startling him out of his wits and making Zechs wonder if his companion had a thin blood disease. "AAAAAH! ECCHI!"

What little of the foreign tongue Zechs knew, he'd learned from traveling monks from the East Empire. Wufei certainly wasn't volunteering a translation! He hadn't yet encountered this new word, but thought it to sound quite similar to `itchy'. "Of course, Wufei," he said, trying to make himself look educated. "Let's get you out of those blood-soaked things so I can sponge-bathe you, ne? Then the itch will not be so bad."

"EH?!"