"Why did I think this was a good idea...?" Wufei groaned. He clutched the blankets, where he was sitting on his "bed" on the floor. He was certain the entire cabin was rocking with Duo's motions as he bounced cheerfully in a seated position on the real bed.
"I think it was a great idea!" Duo replied, his face split in a huge grin. "Hell, I can't even feel my leg anymore!"
"Uh, Duo, I don't thing... um, *think* that that's a good... uh... good *thing*..." Wufei listed, then righted himself. Why was it so hard to keep his balance? If he allowed himself to falter for even a moment, he found himself sprawled on the floor, with Duo laughing like a maniac. That couldn't be natural, could it?
"How much have we drunk?" he asked, trying to keep from slurring his speech too badly. Actually, it felt kind of nice, as though he was floating in a warm fuzzy haze, and the world was a nice, friendly place, but he wasn't used to being so out of control, and it was more than a little frightening at the same time.
"Yes, I'd say we're definitely drunk," Duo giggled, rolling over on his back.
"That wasn't what I said!" Wufei frowned in concentration. "Was it?"
"Who cares!"
Wufei blinked blearily up at Duo, who stared back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed, his braid puddled on the floor.
"Ne, Wu-chan. How d'ya... hang upsi'-down like that?" Duo queried, his brow creasing. Then he dissolved into giggles once more.
Wufei sniffed, not dignifying that with a reply. He reached for the bottle, which sat in the floor beside him. Fumbling, he knocked it over, but it was already empty. Uh-oh. Had they really finished it off? It seemed like it had been an awfully *big* bottle...
"Ne, Duo?"
"Mmmm...?" Duo gazed at him from under heavy lids, then slithered over the edge of the bed, falling almost on top of Wufei. "ITAI!" He clutched his broken leg, tears starting into his eyes. "That hurt..." he whimpered.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Wufei queried anxiously, reaching for Duo before he thought.
"Mm, Wu-chan, yer sooooo nice." Duo crawled awkwardly into the flustered Chinese boy's lap, wincing as he jarred his broken leg. He wrapped his arms around Wufei's neck, hot, alcohol-laden breath blowing against Wufei's skin. "Hee-- hic! Heero was never so nice t' me..." he mumbled, snuggling closer.
Wufei was frozen. "Uh, Duo..."
"Nm..." Duo nuzzled up underneath Wufei's ear, his lips soft and moist. Wufei gasped, his eyes widening to what must surely be saucer size. Fire raced through his body from that point of contact, sensations he had never felt before. It was more frightening than he wanted to admit to himself.
"Duo... don't..." He couldn't... he didn't want to be a substitute for Heero, didn't want Duo hating him when he woke up sober, didn't want to hate himself. Besides, he had no idea how to go about... anything of an intimate nature. Even the word "sex" threatened to bring on a nosebleed. "Duo..." He shoved at Duo's shoulder, knowing it was a pitiful showing of resistance, but unable to bring himself to be more forceful.
"Why? Don' you like me?" Duo asked mournfully, sitting up and giving Wufei a dewy-eyed stare. Wufei sighed, but that made his decision easier. It was definitely the alcohol. Duo didn't have any feelings for him beyond friendship, and he wasn't going to blow the little he had on one night of--
He blushed.
"Ne, Wu-chan, kawaii!" Duo poked at his hot cheek.
"Knock it off," he snapped, batting Duo's hand away. "Duo, you--"
The rest of whatever he'd meant to say was muffled as Duo plastered him with an enthusiastic kiss. He stiffened, not unwilling, but unable to return the kiss. He just... didn't know how.
"Uf." Duo pulled back after a moment, giving him a glare that looked completely comedic on his alcohol-flushed face. "That's e'n worse'n kissin' Heero!"
Wufei gave him a hard shove, knocking him onto the floor on his rump and elbows.
"Awaauu... what'd ya do that for, Wu-chan?" Duo wailed.
Wufei tried to get his ragged breathing under control. "Gomen, Duo," he managed to grate out. He staggered into a mostly upright position on his knees. "Come on. Let's get you to bed. You need some sleep."
"No, I don'! I need a good--"
Wufei clapped a hand over Duo's mouth. He did *not* want to know what Duo had been about to say! "Yes, you do, Duo." He tugged at one of Duo's arms, trying to drag the supine boy up, then lost his alcohol-muddled balance and tumbled over on top of him.
"Ooh, h'llo, Wu-chan," Duo crooned, wrapping his arms around Wufei's neck and latching onto one earlobe.
"Ack!" Wufei jerked away, but Duo's arms were still in a stranglehold around his neck. He tried to brace himself on arms that were wobbly to begin with, then Duo exerted pressure, pulling him firmly downward. "Duo, stop it!"
"No..."
"Why did I think this was a good idea?" Wufei wondered aloud again as his elbows gave out and he collapsed on top of Duo yet once more. Duo burrowed his face into the area between Wufei's shirt collar and his jaw, flicking his tongue out to dart over the curve of bone, dancing over the soft, sweat-damp flesh. "Duo, don't..."
Duo mumbled something incoherent, and Wufei tried to get his head to stop spinning, tried to focus long enough to pull himself away from...
Wait... why was he trying to get away?
Oh, yeah, because he knew Duo didn't mean it. Couldn't possibly mean it. Not with him, at any rate. Because Duo meant too much to him, to blow their friendship for one night of--
Okay, *don't* go there!
Suddenly he realized Duo's arms had gone lax.
"Nani?"
He pulled away and sat up. Duo was fast asleep.
Well, that was one problem solved. So why did he feel so disappointed...?
It almost took more effort than he was capable of -- the Scotch seemed to have robbed his rebellious limbs of all their strength -- but he finally managed to haul Duo into the bed. Duo half woke and helped a little, but it still exhausted the last of Wufei's energy.
"K'so!" He collapsed next to Duo, waiting for the blackness that had overtaken his sight to recede, for the world to stop churning around him. He hoped he wasn't going to throw up... But then, maybe that would be a good idea...
"Mm... Wu...fei..." Duo rolled over and wrapped his arms around Wufei's neck again. Wufei groaned. Any more of this and he'd lose his last bit of resistance. And that would be disastrous.
"Duo, knock it off," he grunted, too tired and drunk to drag himself off the bed.
"Wh'tchy' g'n do, Wu-ch'n?" Duo queried, nuzzling Wufei's flushed cheek through his tangled black hair. "G'n run off 'n w'rship Nataku 'gain?"
Wufei was silent.
Duo pulled back and gazed at Wufei earnestly, his fingers twining in the Chinese boy's loose hair, his eyes suddenly a lot more sober, filled with curiosity. "Ne, Wufei, why ya call yer Gundam 'Nataku', 'stead of 'Shenlong'? Wh't's so special 'bout it?"
"Her," Wufei corrected automatically. At least Duo wasn't trying to seduce him anymore.
"Her?" Duo blinked and sighed. "I don' get it, Wufei."
Wufei closed his eyes against a sudden rush of pain. He'd thought he'd put all that behind him. But the guilt and grief surged up, choking him, making his throat hurt. "Meiran..."
He started and opened his eyes as he felt Duo's fingers brush over his cheek.
"Wufei... yer crying..." Duo stared at him, eyes wide and frightened.
"Men don't cry." Wufei touched his face. Odd. It was wet. He'd never... never cried for... her. Had never allowed himself to cry. Tears were useless. Actions were a much more fitting legacy, especially for...
"Nataku was my wife."
Duo blinked. "Wife?! Shit, Wufei, you're only my age! When the hell did you get married?!"
"About a year and a half ago. It was an arranged marriage. We didn't much like each other."
"No shit..." Duo mulled that one over. "Wufei, that's pretty weird."
Wufei closed his eyes.
"Ne, Wufei, where is she now?"
"Dead."
He tried to ignore Duo's sharp intake of breath. It shouldn't hurt. Even though it did...
"Wufei..."
"She died fighting for justice. So now I fight for justice in her name. She died protecting her people, our colony, the Gundam... So she lives on in Nataku. As long as Nataku fights for justice, my wife lives on."
"My God... Wufei, man... Shit, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for all the times I made fun of you and... and Nataku..."
Wufei grimaced at the raw emotion in Duo's voice. He didn't need Duo's sympathy. He was fine. He was perfectly all right...
Even though he couldn't seem to catch his breath, little gulping sounds escaping his throat, and his cheeks were still wet, getting wetter, hot tears falling like a rain...
He wasn't crying, though. He never cried.
He barely noticed when Duo wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. He buried his face against Duo's shoulder and wept desolately, sobs wracking his entire body.
And Duo held him, warm and alive and there...
Held him as he mourned.
Wufei woke to a steady, throbbing pain, as though someone was driving a poker through his head. His mouth tasted like Duo's cooking, and his stomach felt like it might crawl up his throat if he so much as twitched a hair.
He managed to crack open one bleary eye.
Duo lay next to him on the bed, sound asleep, one arm flung over his eyes, the other draped loosely over Wufei's shoulders. His lips were parted, a loud snore issuing forth.
Wufei groaned as quietly as possible, reaching up to scrub at his eyes.
That did it!
At least he managed the dash to the bathroom before spending far too long heaving up his guts. Finally finished, he splashed some cold water on his face, then guzzled down about three glasses of the liquid. It didn't sit very easily on his stomach, but he was so thirsty... And at least he wasn't throwing it back up.
He staggered back into the bedroom, and flopped back down on the bed. No way in hell was he trying to sleep on the floor as sore and sick as he was now.
What had happened last night, anyway? He tried to piece together snatches of memories.
Duo had...
He blushed brightly in embarrassment. Great gods!
And then he had... Had...
He flushed more deeply, out of humiliation this time. How could he have been so weak? Showed such basity of emotion. Allowed himself to crumble like that?
"I am never drinking again," he moaned into his pillow.
Beside him, Duo snickered. "I say th' same thing ev'ry time," the American boy slurred, then rolled over without really waking.
The next time Wufei awoke, he felt a little better. Not much, but anything was an improvement.
He slitted his eyes open and found himself swimming in a sea of indigo-blue.
Duo's eyes.
So beautiful. So expressive. But right now he was lost, couldn't place the emotion held within those liquid depths.
Unable to bear the intensity for long, he sat up, his stomach protesting the motion, and scrubbed his face roughly. After all that drinking, crying, and oversleeping, he felt pretty awful. He started as he felt Duo shift on the mattress beside him, and glanced down in confusion.
Duo was resting his head against Wufei's hip, wide eyes closed now, a peaceful smile on his face.
"Ne, Duo?"
"Mm?"
Wufei shook his head, trying to make sense of things. He asked the first question that came to his thoughts. "What time is it?"
Duo chuckled. "About noon, near's I can figure. You're lucky; you slept through the worst of your hangover."
Wufei grimaced, recalling the half hour he'd spent in the bathroom that morning. "I wouldn't go that far."
Duo smirked and then flung an arm across Wufei's lap.
"Uh, Duo..."
"Ne, Wufei. You're a real person, aren't you?"
Wufei sputtered. "Wh-what's that supposed to mean?!"
"'Means I think I caught a glimpse behind the mask. And I think I like the guy I saw."
Wufei blinked and blushed, but he couldn't very well protest when Duo was throwing his own words back at him.
"Ne, Wufei?"
"Nani?"
"Last night... Why didn't you... I mean, I thought... Don't... don't you want me...?"
Wufei felt as though his eyes were about to start out his head. A muffled choking sound escaped him, his mind racing.
That Duo might feel rejected had never crossed his mind. He hadn't considered that the other boy would be anything but relieved in the morning, that Wufei hadn't given in to the momentary madness that had overtaken Duo.
"I-- You-- Duo, you didn't really... didn't really want..."
Duo sat up suddenly, hair a rats-nest, eyes heavy-lidded. His face was uncomfortably close to Wufei's as he pierced those black eyes with his own deep blue gaze. He grasped Wufei's upper arms -- not painfully, but tightly enough that the Chinese boy would have to struggle to break free.
"What do you know what I want?!" he queried fiercely, a moment before he closed the distance between them and planted a firm, very friendly kiss to Wufei's slack mouth.
Wufei could only blink in shock.
After a moment, Duo pulled back, frowning. "So you *don't* want me." He turned away, shoulders hunched.
"I-- no!" Panic gripped Wufei's heart. "No, Duo! I just..." He flushed miserably. "I just don't know how... how to..."
Duo looked at him, perplexed. "Eh? Didn't you and your wife... you know?"
Wufei turned an even darker shade of red. "I... I told you, we didn't much like each other at first. And... we were just children. I... I suppose eventually we would have... But..." He hung his head, blushing furiously. "We never even kissed..." His voice trailed away.
Duo scooted closer, tentatively wrapping his arms around Wufei's chest, ducking down to peer into the other boy's lowered face. "Ne, Wufei, when you kissed me last week... You mean, that was your first kiss?"
Wufei didn't think he could get more embarrassed. He muttered a vaguely affirmative sound, turning his head aside, so that he didn't have to see the amusement he was sure was in Duo's face.
"Ne, Wufei," Duo whispered in his ear.
"Ah?" He looked back before he thought. Duo's eyes were shining brightly, but it wasn't humor. He couldn't place the emotion lighting Duo's handsome face, but it wasn't amusement.
With great deliberation, but also infinite gentleness, Duo kissed him. Softly, sweetly, almost delicately. Then he drew back and laughed at the stunned look on Wufei's face. But it wasn't mocking laughter. It was a happy, healing sound.
"Come on, let's go get some lunch!" Duo pushing himself past Wufei and to the edge of the bed. He stood, then promptly collapsed. "Itai! Awuaa! Wufei, my leg huuuurts!"
Wufei leaned over, and once he saw that there was no permanent damage, he bonked Duo lightly on the head.
"Baka."
"Ne, Wufei!"
"What now?" Wufei asked, trying to sound irritated, as he ran the brush through Duo's long hair while the other boy sat on the bed in front of him.
"My leg really hurts."
"I know. You were too rough on it while you were drunk. You're lucky we don't need a real doctor. As it is, we may be here longer than I'd planned."
Duo collapsed backwards, sprawling across Wufei's lap and giving the disgruntled boy a cheeky upside-down grin. "Aaaww... I bet you're so disappointed!"
Wufei blushed. Duo seemed to take an unholy pleasure in teasing him, but as it came from affection, he didn't mind. He just wished he was able to tease back...
It had been a full twenty-four hours before he had finally felt as though his body was purged of the last of the alcohol's lingering poisons. Duo laughed at him every time he said he would never drink again, but he was *never* going to drink again!
The two boys had been a lot easier with each other since their drinking binge, however. Though Wufei was still uncertain as to how Duo viewed him. They had shared the bed the past two nights, sleeping with Duo curled against Wufei's chest, and Duo had tried to kiss him a few times, but he still stiffened up so badly... Not from inclination, but he was still completely lost, and rather uncomfortable.
At least Duo had stopped interpreting this as rejection, and had, seemingly, taken Wufei on as a challenge. Wufei just wished he knew, exactly, what he might be to Duo beyond that.
He ought to be glad to get anything from Duo, oughtn't he? And, against his better judgment, he was. It was all very good to tell himself he didn't want to be a substitute for Heero, didn't want less than the best, but when Duo smiled at him and meant it... It didn't seem to matter if Duo could never love him in return. As long as he was here and now and willing...
Willing he certainly was, but Wufei was still so uncomfortable...
"Ne, Wufei, whatcha thinking?" Duo queried, gazing up at him with wide eyes.
"That you're getting your hair all tangled, squirming around like that. Sit up."
"Aw, you're no fun," Duo pouted. He tangled a hand in the hair at the nape of Wufei's neck and tugged him down for a quick peck on the nose, which made the Chinese boy sputter with surprise and indignation, before sitting up once more. "Anyway, that just gives you an excuse to spend more time brushing it!" he commented cheerfully.
Wufei tried to stifle his furious blushing, and attacked Duo's long, chestnut mane once more. Well, Duo was right...
"Wufei...?" Duo sounded almost hesitant, unusual for him.
"Nani?"
"Do you... do you really like my hair?"
Instead of answering verbally, Wufei leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Duo's shoulders from behind, burying his face in the soft curtain in question. That was the one area where he had Duo off-balance. Duo was so certain no one could find his hair anything but an annoyance... Wufei mentally cursed Heero for being an unfeeling bastard.
Duo sighed in contentment and leaned back, pressing into Wufei's embrace. "I'll take that as a yes," he murmured, grasping the wrist of Wufei's hand that was not still holding the brush, and pulling it up to whisper a light kiss over the palm.
Wufei caught a sharp breath, feeling his skin tighten and his stomach clench. But it wasn't a bad feeling. Just... unnerving.
"Gomen," Duo apologized, twining his fingers through Wufei's, and tugging his arms more tightly about him, nestling his head back against the other boy's shoulder. "I never know when to leave well enough alone, do I?"
Wufei was relieved beyond all proportion to hear only rueful amusement in Duo's voice, not the biting self-hate he had come to associate with the American pilot's musings over his slip in asking Heero if he loved him. It made him feel so good that he dared to turn his head slightly and brush a kiss over the nearest temple, though the smooth locks of hair.
"Iie. It's my fault. I--"
"Nothing's your fault, Wufei," Duo interrupted, glancing up at him angrily. "There's nothing wrong with being... um... inexperienced. I was worse'n you when I... er... started."
Wufei was blushing brightly, and even Duo's cheeks were pinked a little.
"Uh, gomen," Duo apologized again.
Wufei smiled and hid his burning face against Duo's hair again. Even if he was the 'inexperienced' one, Duo was just too damn cute for his own good.
"Ne, Wufei?"
"Mm?"
"Do you smell something burning?"
"Oh, SHIT!" Wufei leapt off the bed and dashed into the kitchen to try and save their dinner.
"You know, Duo, I was thinking..."
"You were? Did you hurt yourself? Strain anything? Would you like to lie down?"
Wufei glared down at Duo, who was resting comfortably with his head in Wufei's lap, smirking up at him. "Baka. Thinking isn't a struggle for *all* of us."
"Owch! Stung!" Duo clutched at his chest, giggling wildly. "Ne, Wufei, that's what I like about the guy behind the mask -- he knows how to take a joke!"
Wufei blushed. Again. It seemed he didn't do anything else anymore. It was all Duo's fault... And he didn't ever want it to end. But...
"I was thinking of contacting the others."
Duo's cheerful expression was instantly wiped away and he blinked up at Wufei blankly. "Why?" he asked flatly.
Wufei sighed and tentatively brushed Duo's thick bangs back, still marveling over the fact that not only could he touch Duo, but Duo actively encouraged this. "Because, as you've pointed out so many times, they might need me." Duo pulled a bitter face at having his own words tossed back in his face. "And I thought you'd want to see if they've managed to reconstruct Shinigami..."
Duo sighed and grasped Wufei's hand, dragging it down to plant a firm kiss to the wrist. "That was before. I'm not so sure, now... Dammit, Wufei, I *like* it here, with just the two of us! I like getting to know the 'real you', letting you see the person I really am! And I... I don't think I'm ready to face..." He faltered and fell silent. But his tight, almost desperate grip on Wufei's hand spoke more than any words could have.
"I only said I was thinking of contacting them. And I didn't say we'd go anywhere..."
Duo looked up, eyes dark and vulnerable. "But they might need you..."
"You need me more."
Duo suddenly surged up and wrapped his arms tightly around Wufei's neck, his lips working wildly over the other boy's. Wufei closed his eyes and tried to relax into the kiss, tried so hard to give Duo what he needed, what they both needed...
But he couldn't help stiffening as Duo's tongue slid wetly over his parted lips. Duo pulled back a little, then pressed his forehead to Wufei's, their harsh breathing pouring hot over one another's faces as they sat, frozen.
"Gomen, Wufei," Duo whispered. "I didn't... didn't mean to push you too far... again."
Wufei felt tears spring hot into his eyes and he gulped back a tiny sob. "Iie. *I'm* sorry, Duo. I'm so... so... I can't... can't even..."
"Baka." Duo pressed a light kiss to Wufei's lips, then kissed the tip of his nose, making him squeak in protest. "It's not like in the movies, Wufei. You can't just dive in and expect everything to fall together. I'm willing to be patient. I'm just scared that I won't have the chance to... to finish what we've started."
Wufei pulled back a little and blinked at Duo in confusion, wondering exactly what he meant with those words.
Duo smiled back, a bit facetiously. Then leaned forward to nip at Wufei's lips a little more.
"Well... We won't be needing groceries for another three days at the earliest," Wufei conceded, his voice husky.
"Good."
"So, what did they say?" Duo asked, appearing in the kitchen doorway, looking sleepy and disheveled, but also aware and more than a little apprehensive.
Wufei turned from unpacking a bag. "Huh?"
Duo eyeballed the Chinese boy. "The other guys. You *did* contact them, didn't you?"
"Whoops..." Wufei's expression of embarrassed chagrin was too sincere to be faked.
Duo's jaw dropped. "'Whoops'?! 'Whoops', he says!" He threw up his hands. "So, what in the hell did you spend six hours *doing*?!?!"
Wufei silently handed the American pilot a large, bulky, paper-wrapped package.
"Ooh, a present? For me?" Duo gushed, taking it in both hands and limping over to the counter.
Wufei snorted and resumed shoving cans into the cupboard as Duo ripped the paper apart impatiently.
"Holy shit! Wufei..."
"I hope they fit," Wufei said anxiously, giving up his air of indifference and turning to lean against the counter beside Duo. "The white shirt was easy, but I had to contact the area priest for the overshirt, or jacket, or whatever you call that thing, and then get a seamstress to modify it... You don't even want to know what I had to go through to get the pants!"
Duo looked up, his eyes flooded with tears, but gleaming brightly anyway. "Wufei..."
"Well, the original outfit you were wearing was ruined by OZ, and I figured you had to be getting sick of wearing my sweats and tee--" The rest of his sentence was muffled as Duo flung himself against Wufei, wrapping both arms around his neck and kissing him thoroughly, the familiar preacher's outfit trapped between their chests.
To his surprise, Wufei found he was able to kiss Duo back without even thinking about it. Actually, it helped not to think about it; to just feel it.
Duo pulled away too soon, but the ecstatic smile lighting his entire face was more than enough compensation. "Shit, Wufei! No one's ever done anything this nice for me before! No one's ever done... anything *close* to this!"
Wufei blushed a little, pleased he'd been able to make Duo so happy. "Well..."
Duo closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against Wufei's, then kissed him again, lightly. Then he grabbed the outfit and, clutching it to his chest, limped into the bedroom. "I'll try it on!" he called over his shoulder.
"Hai." Wufei returned to the groceries, well aware that he was wearing a smug, self-satisfied smirk, but not caring. All the trouble he'd been through had been worth it -- not that he'd doubted for a moment it would be. Duo was worth any effort. He was just glad he'd been able to make that happy light shine in those eyes once more.
He really ought to have remembered to contact the others though. That was a regrettable lapse. But he'd been so focused on that one objective -- replacing Duo's destroyed clothing -- that he was lucky he'd remembered to get the food. And he'd forgotten hair bands yet again...
"Wahahahaha! Shinigami lives!!"
He turned from closing the cupboard door and admired the figure Duo cut, posing in the kitchen doorway, his body language an unconscious mixture of seduction and belligerence. "So, it fits."
"Is that all you can say?" Duo protested, though his eyes were gleaming with amusement -- or something else -- as he watched the way Wufei's gaze was running lingeringly over every inch of his body. "How about, 'you look great, Duo'? Or, 'ooh, you're so handsome'? Or, 'you're so sexy I just wanna drag you into the bedroom and tear that thing off you and make hot, steamy love to you'--" He broke off as Wufei moved to stand directly before him, black gaze fixed on his own indigo-blue.
"Duo?"
He blinked, wide eyes a bit startled. "Ne?"
"Shut up." Wufei cupped his face between his hands and kissed him gently.
Duo melted into the embrace.
"I'm glad you like it," Wufei said, once they'd come up for air.
Duo nuzzled his neck, his arms wrapped firmly around Wufei's waist. "Wufei... arigatou..."
Wufei smiled, reaching up and running his fingers softly over Duo's braid. He could feel hot tears falling against his neck and shoulder, but affected to ignore them. "Nan demo nai."
They stood that way for long moments, just holding each other, Duo's head tucked against Wufei's shoulder.
"I know!"
Wufei started as Duo popped up off his chest, cheeks tear-stained, but grinning broadly. "What?" he asked, a little suspiciously.
"I know how to thank you!"
"Uh, Duo..."
"I'll make dinner!"
Wufei blinked, stifling the feeling of acute alarm that sprang up in him at those words. "Duo, are you sure..." He looked into Duo's wide, sparkling eyes and couldn't help but relent. He could put up with a little indigestion. "All right."
"Yatta!" Duo smooched him firmly and then pulled away, limping past him, into the kitchen.
"But you'll let me help, won't you?" Wufei asked anxiously. He didn't want Duo burning the cabin down, after all.
"Of course!"
"Thank the gods," Wufei muttered.
"What was that?" Duo asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Nan demo..."
End Part 3
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