Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA

The Elements

Chapter 16

Hero stood before Wufei's door, his hands poised to knock. He schooled his face into an expression of bewilderment, and he brought up his mental walls. Before going into Wufei's room, Heero wanted to make sure he would not be able to feel the other's emotions in the slightest.

That done, Heero rapped on the door. "Wufei?" he called out, letting his programmed emotion--confusion--leech through his voice. Heero heard Wufei shuffle around in his room--he had probably just woken up--and unlock the door.

"Heero?" Wufei said, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What are you--Oh, yeah. I told you to come by. Come in, come in. Sit down." Wufei waved Heero in, and Heero perched on the edge of the spare bed. Wufei didn't have a roommate, so it had nothing on it. "I'm sorry that I'm not dressed; I just woke up. Let me put on some clothes, and we'll leave."

Heero nodded, and Wufei walked into his bathroom to get dressed. Heero looked around the room, noticing that it seemed very empty. Since Wufei had no roommate, only half of the stuff was in use.

Last night, Heero had asked Wufei why he didn't have a roommate. Roommates were assigned alphabetically according to vacancies, so Wufei should have gotten one long before Duo did. Wufei had told Heero that an accident of record-keeping (meaning the secretaries couldn't handle foreign names) had his name down as Chang Wufei instead of Wufei Chang. They had mixed up his family name and first name, and as a result, he was at the end of the list instead of the front.

"But if I'd known I could get you for a roommate, I would've gladly moved to the front of the line," Wufei had said.

"I bet you would've," Heero muttered, just as Wufei emerged from the bathroom, clean as a whistle.

"Bet who would've what?" Wufei asked, running a towel through his hair. "I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and took a shower while I was in there. Didn't want to be stinkin' up the place." Wufei bent down to give Heero a kiss, but Heero cringed away. Wufei pulled away from Heero, confusion flickering in his brown eyes. "What's wrong?"

Heero was almost undone by the hurt in Wufei's voice, but he pushed all emotion deep inside himself and trudged on. "As if you didn't know," he murmured. He turned his head away from Wufei and looked out the window. Heero played with the poster in his hands for a few minutes before sighing and turning back to Wufei. "What is this?" He thrust the poster into Wufei's hands.

Wufei stumbled back a few steps when Heero shoved the paper at him. Wufei unrolled the paper and looked at it. His eyes got big as he read what it said. Wufei's gaze flickered back and forth from Heero to the poster, the poster to Heero.

"I-I didn't do this," Wufei said. He reached his hand out to touch Heero, but pulled it back when Heero flinched. "I didn't do it."

"Then whose handwriting is that?" Heero demanded, letting anger come through in his voice. "Whose fucking writing is that!" Heero rose from the bed. "Huh, Wufei? If that wasn't you, why does it look like your writing and why does it read like your words?"

"I don't know. It doesn't sound like me at all, and how would you even know what my handwriting looks like?" Wufei said.

"How would I know? How would I *not* know?" Heero demanded. "We only wrote to each other for *six weeks* after camp, until I moved and lost your address. As for it not sounding like you--" Heero snatched the paper from Wufei's hands. "Tips for getting Yuy to give it up. Tip one: Tell him he's beautiful. He likes that. Tip two: Act the part of the big, strong man. Let him borrow your coat if he's cold. Tip three: Give him presents. He really likes stuffed animals, like teddy bears... Need I go on, Wufei!"

"But, Heero, I didn't do it. I would never--could never--do anything to hurt you," Wufei said.

"Yeah, well, too late," Heero said, letting his eyes fill with tears. He walked past Wufei and out the door, ignoring the boy's anguished protestations of innocence.

***

Duo groaned as Quatre finally caught him. He'd just gotten back to his room from church and was not in any mood to deal with the blond.

"Quatre, I'm not--" he started to say.

"Did you hear?" Quatre asked. "About Wufei and Heero? It's all over school."

"Hear what? What's all over school?" Duo asked, curiosity piqued. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, if it was about Heero, he was interested. And of course he wanted to know what happened with Wufei. After all, the guy *was* his best friend.

"You should look at this," Quatre said, handing a piece of paper to Duo. "They went pretty fast, but I managed to wrestle one away from a puny looking sophomore. I don't know why he was on our floor. Anyway, I knew it couldn't be true--Wufei would never do a thing like that--but I wanted to show it to you for confirmation.

"I have it on good authority--in other words, my own ears--that Heero dumped Wufei over this. Very loudly, I might add."

Duo looked over the paper, shocked (yet not) over the information on it. He knew damn well that Wufei didn't write it, and he could barely believe that anybody would do that to Wufei and Heero. "Milliardo," he hissed.

"What?" Quatre asked. "Oh! I was looking for you earlier, for something else. I just remembered what it was. I was going to tell you to be nice to Heero, to give him a chance, but if he believes that Wufei could write something like *that*, he's obviously too *stupid* to deserve one. Stupid people should be shot."

"Yes, they should be," Duo agreed, distractedly. He was too busy thinking of painfully gruesome ways to kill Milliardo to listen to Quatre. "Quatre, shut up for a minute. If what you said about Heero dumping him is true, Wufei's going to need comforting. Go to him."

Quatre nodded, then looked at Duo. "Well, where are you going to be while I'm comforting your best friend?"

"Me?" Duo asked. "I'm going to pay your big brother a little visit."

Selune