06-Jun-2000
Title: Nothing In Common
Author: TB
Archive: yes please GW Addiction (I've been a busy
little worker today, haven't I?)
Category: yaoi
Pairing(s): 2+1, 13x5, 5+2, 3x4 (in other words, it's
a soap opera or a really bad romance novel)
Warnings: language
Spoilers: they will come; but not this part
Notes: Thanks to Tyr the Title Muse (she's MINE! All
mine! bwa hah hack cough eck) for the title to this.
In my creativity, I was simply calling it, Untitled
13x5. Isn't hers so much better? (TB beams at 600
watts)
Feedback: always appreciated, thanks! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do i profit through my
illegal and calculated use of Gundam Wing characters
and universe.
"Talk?" Wufei ventured nervously. "What--" He cleared his throat. "What about?"
"Can I come in?"
"Ah--sure." Wufei opened the door to admit the Wing pilot, but his heart was racing double-time and he knew he needed to sit down before he threw up. Heero had heard him talking to Treize. He was as good as dead.
Heero abruptly turned to face him, just as Wufei perched on the bed. "It's about Duo," he announced.
*Duo?* Wufei went absolutely blank. And then, faint with relief. Heero hadn't heard a thing that had passed between Wufei and the former leader of OZ! It took him a minute to focus back in on what the other pilot was saying.
"Well?"
He flushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear."
Heero seemed slightly annoyed at having to repeat himself. "What are you and Duo to each other?"
Wufei felt sick again immediately. This subject was almost as bad as the other one... "We're friends," he replied.
"Friends."
"Good friends."
Heero considered him. "Good friends? That's--it?"
His ears were burning as he struggled not to glance away. "Very--good friends."
Heero made a sudden leap. "Then you're in love with him."
"What!" Wufei sprang to his feet. "Yuy, that isn't the sort of question you just go asking someone you barely--"
"It's simple enough," Heero interrupted softly. "I asked if you're in love with him. If you are, you shouldn't have a problem admitting it. You should always follow--"
"Don't you go spouting that line at me!" Wufei exclaimed. He felt himself sliding into "rant" mode, but couldn't stop it. "You don't even take your own advice. If you act like a hypocrite no one will ever listen to you. I sure as hell won't!"
Heero seemed a little surprised by Wufei's forceful reaction. Then his eyes narrowed. "Hypocrite?" he demanded.
"Liar, is more like it!" Wufei prowled forward, jabbing a finger into Heero's chest. "If you really believed in following your emotions then you wouldn't be wasting all the time you have with Duo! I know you're not blind, Yuy, but I swear sometimes you have all the brains of a rock! When I think about how much you hurt him every time you pretend to ignore hi--"
"Get your hand off my chest," was the flat response. "And what do you mean, wasting time?"
"That dimwit's in love with you, and you refuse to even spare him a glance because you want to be Mr. Perfect Soldier! There's no honour in denying that you love someone, and yet every time you look at him I can see you just blocking him out like he's--"
Once again, Heero interrupted before he could finish his sentence. "Will you keep your voice down? And what in *hell* did you mean, Duo's in love with me?"
Wufei opened his mouth to make a really good retort--and stopped. His hand actually flew to his mouth. "Oops," he gasped.
Heero glared at him. "What do you mean, 'oops'?"
"Uh--I mean--uh... " At a complete loss, unable to think beyond the fact that when Duo got back, Duo was going to kill him, Wufei stuttered and floundered like a fish out of water.
During the long silence that followed, Quatre's voice tentatively rose from the other side of the door. "Are you two okay?"
"We're fine," Heero called back. "Could you leave us alone for awhile?"
"Ah, sure. I guess. Um, if you need anything, just let me know, okay?" After a few moments hesitation, during which he got no reply, Quatre reluctantly left.
"Okay," Heero said. He shoved Wufei back until his knees met the edge of the bed and he abruptly sat. "Now, explain. From the beginning. And this time, keep a lid on your temper, for Christ's sake!"
His face was going to be permanently tomato-red, Wufei was sure. "You can't tell me you didn't notice *something*," he accused, glaring up.
Heero's expression was an intriguing mix of impatience, confusion and slight shame. "Well--"
"Well nothing!" Wufei rocketed straight back into the battle, his footing regained. "If you knew that he felt something for you then why did you keep on acting as though he didn't exist? Good job, Soldier! He's got himself half-convinced that you wouldn't even remember his name if you didn't work with him. And then why can't you just smile at him or something? It wouldn't take much to make him happy and then I wouldn't have to--"
"What?" Heero demanded. "Kiss him and make it better?"
That effectively shut him up.
After a long minute, Heero sighed, and sat next to Wufei on the bed. "Tell me again," he said softly, "honestly this time, what you and Duo are to each other. Because even if I don't know much about--friendship, and love--I *do* know that I won't be able to sort myself out until I know where *you* stand."
Having gone out on a limb to admit his feelings to Duo the night before, wild Gundams couldn't have dragged a second confession out of him. Wufei stared at the wall, his mouth tightly shut and his hands clenched into fists in his lap.
Heero looked at the pilot sitting next to him, and realised he wasn't going to get anything else out of the boy, with the possible execption of anything else he might let slip if Heero worked him into another tantrum. It was a last resort tactic, though. All the yelling got on his nerves. So, with a little of the wisdom that he was apparently using in short supply, Heero chose a different question.
"What are Duo's feelings about you?" he asked, as calmly as only he could.
Wufei slowly released his last breath. Yes. Heero had been smart to phrase it that way. Wufei said, "He doesn't love me. As anything but a friend. He loves you. Very much."
Heero considered that. Then, concluding that dignity had long ago been discarded on both sides, he was blunt. "Then why did you kiss him?"
Wufei ground his teeth. "It was a misunderstanding."
"What do you think I should do about him?"
The Chinese pilot looked him in the eye. "I think if you love him, you'll tell him. That alone would get him through the war, Heero. You didn't see him in the cell on the moon-base... he needs you. It's one thing to have the support of your friends. It's another to have the strength and understanding of the person that you love. Just tell him, Heero. You *do* love him, don't you?"
Heero said, "Honestly... I don't know. I feel something. But I do know one thing." Oh, this hurt, saying it around this strange constriction in his chest, but Heero said it. "A war is no time to fall in love."
Wufei stared at him.
Heero stood. It wasn't the perfect conclusion, but Heero had been logically working his way through the problem while Wufei talked, and he was fairly sure that it was the only correct solution. "Thank you," he remembered as an afterthought, and started for the door.
Wufei grabbed his arm. "What are you--you mean you're not going to tell him?"
"Did I say that?" Heero shrugged him off. "If I live, and we win the war, I'll think about it. Until then, as far as I'm concerned, this is a closed subject."
Wufei tried to respond, and failed. After watching him struggle for a moment, Heero left.
End part 5
(:./erin/nothing5)
