Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ugly ❯ Sweet angel ( Chapter 6 )

Hello, Anissa!

Thank you for reviewing me.

I haven't given you responses, because I had the responses to my previous reviews from FFN here, and taking those off felt bad enough... Replacing them feels like sacriledge! XD

But still... Thanks for telling me about the formatting! I would've never noticed...

I don't know, if Duo will lose weight.I honestly haven't thought about that at all. I didn't make him break his jaw to get him to lose some...Lol...

This isn't intended as a Cinderella story at all... But then, you seem like a bright person, so you most probably already know.

This is a story about love and friendship, and the fact, that you don't need to come to meet the society's standars of 'acceptable' to be valuable and worthy of love.

And now it sounds like I'm shouting at you, which I'm not. :)

I love to talk to my reviewers, but I don't know, what the policy here is...

You have no idea, what wonderfull people I had as my reviewers before...

I even made a friend with one of them, and she's really great!

So telling me to shut up would probably kill me, but I'll try, if that's how you're supposed to behave, here......

UUUgh, my chapters... Well, I don't know, if they continue to be good at all. Frankly, trying to update at least sometime, took it's toll on me. I'm trying to look trough these chapters a little bit before posting them here, though...

Well, I chattered a lot, but as my meaning was to tell a little about the story and myself as a writer, I hope I will be forgiven.

I'll limit these AN's from now on. Promise.

(To possible 'old' readers: Moving this story from the Ffn, I lost my chapter names. I only had them on a piece of paper, and now I've lost that of paper.I didn't write them down anywhere on my computer. That would have been a rational thing to do. So, I didn't do it, and now I don't have them anymore. Just because I'm just that amazing.

I'm going by memory...)

M.S.

 

 

It was early in the morning. Duo was about to yawn in his bed, when he realized, he could't open his mouth much, and panicked for a moment.

Then he opened his eyes and relaxed, watching the yellow sunlight rest calmly on the floor and the wall.

He had his arms under his head, and his hair was mostly open. Everything was peacefull and quiet.

For a moment he got lost in time. He couldn't quite remember his name, nor anything else. Time stood still, and there was only the sunshine existing, some dust slowly dancing in it, swirling, making him sleepy... Then he came back from his dreamland, but floated right back to sleep.

Sometime later he opened his eyes again, but he must have actually been sleeping still, because there was a figure sitting on his bed. Almost on his feet to be precise.

It was dangling it's legs from the edge of his bed, smiling. And it was shining. ”Angel...” whispered Duo.

For some reson, this exuded a wild set of snickers from the said angel, and also from somewhere in the direction of the floor.

He turned his head, puzzled. A black haired boy was sitting there, increadibly gracefull, increadibly pliable. ”Wufei.” he stated. No dream, then, after all. He was awake. Wufei snickered some more. ”Now I'm hurt! I was at least expecting to be called the devil, you know... ” Duo blushed a little and turned his eyes back to the 'angel'. ”Hi.” said the angel and giggled. ”We'we met before, but, I'm Quatre. Just in case you forgot.” his straight, broad shoulders were shaking a little, still. ”But you can call me angel, if you feel it would be nicer..” Duo attempted to kick him, and they were immediately beginning to feel like friends.

”But..” said Duo. ”How..?”

”Oh, I let him in. Since he's gonna be around, too, I figured you or Une would't mind.” And Wufei streched.

”Oh, you didn't think so, now did you..? I mean, I guess it's okay, but... Just how many people were you planning on letting in to my home?” Duo was gaping at Wufei, wide-eyed.

”Don't be silly. Just Quatre and Heero, when he gets better. And that friend of yours, I think...”

”Speaking of which” Duo got up too fast and his head begun to spin. He grabbed his sheets and blinked for a moment. ”Speaking of which,” he continued while rubbing his forehead with his strong fingers, ”Trowa said he'd be over today, about twelve o'clock.” ”Oh, well, he should be here then, soon.” said Wufei, while Quatre said ”Who's Trowa?”

Duo suddenly jerked up, gasping. ”It can't be noon yet?? How long have I slept?” he wailed. He was supposed to be ready and awake, when Trowa would arrive. Then he turned to his newest friend.

”Trowa... Is that dude, who... Umm... ” And Duo ended up just scratching his neck again, while Quatre was chewing on one pink lip and looking contemplative.

”Yes. I know who he is, now. I can't remember his face very well, but Trowa is that nice gentleman, who so kindly asked me to call for the ambulance... How are you feeling, by the way?” And Quatre grinned. It looked cute on him.

”Been better... Will be, when I take my drugs, actually.” Duo grimaced and Quatre let out a symphatetic sound. Duo started to scramble out of bed. Quatre quickly hopped up, yelling ”Let me help you!!” and grabbing Duo's arm. Then he grabbed Duo's waist and half lifted him of the bed, while Duo was too surprised to react.

”Quat. He hurt his jaw, not his foot or anything...” Wufei's black eyes danced with laughter, while he got nimbly up from the dark wood floor. Quatre paid him no attention. ”Here” he said, dark blond eyebrows worriedly knit together. ” I can help you down the stairs, too, if you like..?”

Now Duo had managed to gather himself enough to decline and tell Quatre,, that he could most probably manage it by himself.

Quatre said something really fast, and ran out of Duo's room. Duo's groggy mind was too slow to follow, and instead he was scratching his ear, hoping that a haibrush would magically materialize in the air in front of him from somewhere, and also brush his hair for him, all by itself...

”Say, Wufei... Are you people even weirder than I am, or am I just imagining it..?” No brush. He was kind of disappointed, and not quite sure, if he was fully awake, yet.

”Nope” said Wufei, smoothing his white jeans and white dress shirt with his hands as he spoke. ”We're equally strange. And about Quatre, though... He doesn't know, what 'personal space' means.” 'Well I figured that' thought Duo, nodding his head, going to his closet to search for a brush. 'Though', he thought to himself, wth his back firmly turned to Wufei, 'I don't honestly mind at all... Not at all... ' and he threw a couple of shirts on the floor. So far he had found his underwear, a small porcelain figure, from Noin, probably, and a lost key-chain, but not the brush.

”And”, Wufei continued, ” the concept of 'private business' is also totally alien to him.” Duo frowned to the closet. That could be a problem. ”The only thing, that remedies that, is the fact, that he's a good buddy, and always means well. I haven't so far even once come across Quatre doing something to hurt someone. And pranks don't count.”

Duo didn't find the brush, and settled to just scratching his head, messing his hair even more. Quatre sounded like... Well, like no-one he had ever met before.

 

Ha started padding his way downstairs to breakfest in his white, lighblue striped pyjamas. Wufei followed him.

There was a gurgling, bubbling sound coming from the direction of the kitchen.

Quatre's head peaked from the doorway, golden locks flowing and a couple of strands tickling his nose also. ”I made coffee!” he announced happily. ”I thought, you might like some. If you don't, then I'll just drink it myself, and bring you some new coffee later.”

Duo had stopped, looking at him. He was half amused and half perplexed. Quatre moved fast. Or maybe it was just this that he was a bit out of it himself... And Quatre was so... So... He was so beautifull. How could he be so pretty and enchanting and still so clearly male? He wasn't girly at all. Just very beautifull and very weird.

 

Duo felt extremely selfcounscious looking at him.

 

Quatre made him feel even uglier. And apparently, he had no idea. And if Duo could believe Wufei, then Quatre might even be upset to learn, that his appearance caused Duo some issues with himself.

Somebody poked him between the ribs. Kinda hard. He stumbled forward and forgot for a momet to feel himself inferior. ”Ouch! Fuck you!!” he exclaimed but made his way into the kitchen, where he was seated, and served coffee. Wufei had to serve himself. Duo was amused.

Then the doorbell rang, and when Quatre asked, if he should go open the door, Duo said without thinking about it: ”Yeah, sure, go ahead”.

 

There was a silence coming from the hall. Then Trowa's voice said. ”Well, hello, princess. ”

 

- - -

The four boys were sitting in the kitchen. Silence was reigning the room, and Une had been startled to death, when she had come in for a glass of water.

Never had she seen four boys, sitting in perfect silence. She was introduced to Quatre, and then she almost made a scene. Well, she wasn't the only one...

Duo was a little surprised to learn, that Quat was one of the filthy rich Winners. He felt a bit strange, and Quatre was staring at the table, face un-readable.

 

Trowa looked almost vehement for a moment, but then his face went blank also.

They were sitting for a few moments longer.

Trowa was dressed in black jeans, decorated by two silver safety-pins and a huge, green shirt, that was completely over-sized, even for him. He plucked at it for a moment, sipping the coffee he was given. Then he lifted his eyes, as green as his huge shirt, the expresson in them completely un-readable under his punk-styled uni-bang.

”So, princess, one of the Winner girls, are we?” Trowa's voice was calm, and smooth.

Quatre swallowed his coffee too fast and begun to cough. His eyes flashed an evil light. Duo tried to help him by patting his back.

”Easy there, Duo... You don't want to break any delicate bones.”

Quatre swallowed. ” Shut your mouth. You don't know shit about me. You can't even see what I look like.”

”OOOOH, the pretty princes is BAAAD. He SWORE. I'm AGHAST!” Trowa was calmly stirring his mug.

”Who the hell do you think you are?!” Quatre stood up.

”Just someone with a real life. Don't stand up so fast, princes. Might spill some coffee and ruin the frock.”

”I don't take insults from someone who dresses in window curtains.”

Trowa looked at his shirt, and for a moment he looked almost like he was going to laugh. Eyes sparkling a little he said: ”Sit down, princes. Think about our host.”

Do tried to say something.

”You think about our host, and stand up. While at it, you could walk to the bathroom and lock yourself there.”

The corners of Trowa's lips twitched. ”Well, as rational as that might sound to a young lady like yourself, we adults tend to speak our mind, rather then lock ourselves in bathrooms...”

Quatre turned pink. ”I meant that YOU'RE a childish bastard!”

Now Trowa looked like he was going to snicker. Quatre slammed his fist on the table about to start yelling, but he only managed to hit the coffeemug and break it, making a wound in his hand. Une was yelling, asking, if they were alright. Duo answered to her, that they were fine, and took the disinfection liquid and some band aids from the left kitchen cupboard.

 

Quatre's hands were shaking so much, that he managed to spill half the bottle on the table.

Trowa was smirking. ”What are you doing, blondie? Careful-” he asked, obviously intent on continuing, but Quatre beat him to it. ” I'm disinfecting the table can't you see?”

Trowa snorted. ”Why?”

”Well, since you've been here, what ELSE can I do?”

Now Trowa was laughing out loud.

”Why don't you just take it easy, princess, and let the servants clean the table. Take care of those ivory fingers instead...”

 

 

 

 

Duo begun to wish, that he was alone.

Then he quickly took that back. He had friends.

 

Keeping them was a bit more difficult then he had thought, but they were pretty easy, most of the time, and easy to feed and entertain also... They would have to be taken out at some point to let out some steam, since the ruling male obviously was going to eat the young golden cub, and he didn't want to lose him like that... But all in all, he was glad he had tried friends. Friends were nice.

 

”Hey, I'm gonna go dress up. ” Duo said overly cheerfully, and stood up. ”I'll be back in a JIFFY. Don't let the party get out of hand while I'm gone...”

 

He went to put on some clothes, but he still could't find a brush. His hair was beginning to look like a floormop, and his face was all swollen, his jaws at least twice their normal size, and his acne had never seemed quite so stunninngly visible and red. All of this was crowned by the white bandage around his face.

Looking at the mirror he suddenly started to laugh. Quietly at first, and louder and louder after that.

There was a quiet knock on his door, and then Wufei entered the room looking a little bit cautious. ”What are you laughing at?”

”Oh..” said Duo ”Oh, I'm laughing at... Me!” and then he started to laugh again. Wufei was just stearing at him. ”Look...Look at me... I'm... So... UGLY! I look like a scarecrow!” and he was laughing more. Wufei looked at him laugh for a while, but then he gave a tentative snicker. ”Yeah... You're not the prettiest sight I've ever seen, no...” And then he joined in Duo's laughter, with a quiet chuckle.

”I... I look... Hilarious!!” And then they were laughing freely together, and there was no malice or bitterness in the air at all. ”Yeah, you've crossed the line from normal..” and Wufei was bent double, while tears were leaking from his eyes.

Duo was giggling, and he could't stop himself.

”I'm like a cartoon character... I gotta have a picture of this!”

”Alright...Where's your cam?” and they were heaving with laughter, while Duo tried to explain, that his mother's camera was downstairs.

It took them a moment to cool down.

Wufei was drying his eyes in his shirtsleeve. Then he patted Duo on the shoulder. ”Normally you're a pretty okay looking guy, Duo. I mean, you have better facial-features then any of those idiots you go to school with... Which is probably exactly why they're latching on to whatever fault they can find in you...” Wufei was already walking toward the stairs, as if he'd said nothing too special, while Duo was left standing.

Nobody, nobody had ever said a thing like that to him. Never. His eyes were as wide as saucers.

Sure, Une told him, she thought he was handsome every five minutes, but she was just being... Well, she was his mom. She was supposed to say stuff like that, and (Duo personally thought) be blind about him.

And then there was Zechs... He never said anything. Duo doubted, he even noticed what Duo looked like. That was reassuring also, in some way, but this...

 

Wufei had disappeared from the door and then Duo heard him yell: ”Maxwell! Get down here!” and there was a note to the yell, that demanded he run.

- - -

Duo stormed downstairs, and to the livingroom, where the ruckus seemed to be. He came in to find Trowa kind of upside down, against a wall, in a very weird way. He looked thoroughly surprised and a little bit admiring also.

Quatre was standing next to him, his face so red, that it almost matched Duos.

”And don't you EVER call me a princes again!” he was yelling. Une was running into the room, and Duo rushed blindly forward, to get her out. His first thought was, that he could't let Une see this. She might decide, that Duo's life was better without friends after all.

Duo got her half way out, when she turned around and just walked back in, her son hanging from her sleeve, dragging after her.

They had taken two steps, when Quatre hauled Trowa up from the floor, again, only to throw his completely unexpectng body over his shoulder again. Une had stopped, and so had Duo. Trowa looked completely stunned.

”You see me once or twice, and then you know everything about me!” Quatre yelled so, that his voice almost cracked. Trowa was scrambling up. He didn't seem angry, though.

Wufei was also standing paralyzed.

When Quatre took another step to Trowa's direction, Une rushed between them, and Wufei hopped foward, and had Quatre on his knees and immobile in one, smooth movement, that was almost too quick to see. Duo would have admired that, but Une was having the floor, and she was going to use it.

”Stop! Stop this RIGHT NOW!! And don't you ever fight in my house again! Is that clear? I don't know what this was about, but if you have rows, you settle them in some other way! One more time, and you're NOT welcome here again! You hear! How DARE you! Come into a strange house and act like this...”

Trowa's bangs were hanging over his both eyes now, and his shoulders were slumped. Quatre looked almost like he was going to cry, huffing his sweaty bangs from his eyes, and blinking rapidly.

”I'm so sorry... I won't ever do that again. I promise. Please, forgive me...” He was talking to the carpet. Trowa muttered: ”I'm very sorry Mrs Maxwell. ” Une was watching them.

She waited for a moment her hands akimbo and her foot lightly tapping the floor. Then she said: ”Alright. This once. But only, because Duo doesn't have any friends, and I don't want him to lose the one's he is making now because of their idiotic behaviour. But no more of this.”

 

Duo though he was going to die from embarrasment. He was studying his striped socks very intensely at the moment.

 

Quatre and Trowa both were nodding their heads and muttering affirmatives in shame.

 

Une looked very tired. Duo could only imagine what she was thinking.

First, he didn't have any friends, and then, when he was beginning to get to know to people, they caused his mother headache every day.

 

They made her chase after them and clean restaurants, and they came to her home, and tried to trash it... Well, perhaps that was a bit too strongly put, but Duo didn't know what to think.

And the tought, that Quatre and Trowa didn't exactly show signs of friendship forming was also worrying him. What if they really hated eachother?

But just then Trowa turned to Duo. ”I'm really sorry, Duo. ” And like an echo, Quatre repeated those words, and tey were both quiet. Then Trowa said: ”I'm sorry, Quatre.”

 

Quatre was silent, looking at Trowa. Then he turned sharply around and walked out of the room. Duo could hear him walk around a bit, and they could hear the obvious slam of a bathroom door.

 

- - -

It was evening. Quatre and Trowa had left, and Une had made Wufei a bed on Duo's floor. They had put an old king-size sheet to hang in front of the window, and Duo had to admit, that he liked having curtains.

He was going to ask Wufei about Quatre and make him tell him more about that Heero-person also, but Wufei had fallen asleep.

Duo was laying awake, the smell of clean sheets pleasent in his nostrils, the darkness cozy and calming.

He had his arms under his head again, and he rememberd, that he had not brushed his hair after all.

He yawned, wondering what was to become of his life, and what kind of a person was this Heero, then? Would he hate someone? Wufei had mentioned him being violent..? Or had Duo missunderstood? Would he hate Duo?

Would he wreck havoc to his home..? Duo doubted it, since he had seemed like a nice enough guy, when Duo had stalked... ACCIDENTIALLY walked after them, sometimes. But you could never tell by just looking at someone... No, you could never know anything...

He drifted of to sleep.

 

Tbc.