**Author's Note: The word "Kisama" is, as far as I can tell, the rudest form of address you can use in Japanese, about on par with flipping someone the bird. >:) In other words, Wufei is a regular potty-mouth, since he says it to just about everybody. ^_^v
Yoiko: Hey, Wufei, why do you always say "Kisama?"
Wufei: Onna. I do not always say "Kisama."
Yoiko: Well, you say it a lot.
Wufei: So?
Yoiko: Especially to Treize.
Wufei: Onna! What is your point exactly?
Yoiko: You read the script, or I'll tell everyone what else you call him. >:)
Wufei: There is no Justice.
Yoiko: So why do you always say "Kisama?"
Wufei: *grumbling* Onna. There's a SPAMfic in that.
Wufei Chang was having a trying week. For a whole week now, he had been cooped up with his four fellow Gundam pilots, keeping under cover as enemy agents searched for them. A few days with his fellows was unbearable enough, but now it had stretched on for a full week, and there was still no indication they'd be able to leave this place any time soon. He sighed, and putting down the book he couldn't seem to concentrate on, he picked up his exercise bar. The soft, rhythmic squeak filled the room as he squeezed the two ends together, his biceps knotting with the effort. "For God's sake, would you quit with that damn thing?" Duo asked. "Every hour on the hour! Don't you ever get tired?" "Kisama," Wufei answered, pausing only briefly to see if Duo would answer him before he continued with the exercise. "He's right, you do that a lot," Quatre added. "Kisama." Another pause. Then the squeak started again. "There's no need to talk to Quatre that way," Trowa said. "Kisama." "Hey, what about me? You're not saying anything about talking to Duo that way!" "Maxwell," Wufei said. "Yes?" "Kisama." "Aargh!" "If all of you don't quiet down, I'll kill you," Heero offered in his politest conversational tone - meaning he growled it threateningly. "Kisama!" "That tears it," Duo said. "I'm going to bed. I don't have to put up with this crap." "I'm with you," Quatre agreed, and Trowa followed them to the tiny bedroom the five pilots were sharing. "Hn," Heero said, and after a moment's pause, he folded up his battered laptop and took it into the bedroom with him. Wufei stared miserably at the closed door. What was wrong with him? Nobody liked him. He went out of his way to prove himself to them, to show them that he was trustworthy and deserving of their respect, if not their friendship... he even went out of his way to use "kisama" in addressing them - and according to his Japanese teacher, that was the highest form of respect one could give a worthy comrade or adversary! Admittedly, he and his Japanese teacher hadn't gotten along well at all... but that one piece of advice had been invaluable. Except that the courtesy was never returned. After all this time, fighting side by side with them, risking life and limb to protect them, bending over backwards to show respect to them - why, oh why would none of them open up to him in the slightest? One of these days, he vowed... one of these days, SOMEBODY would call him "Kisama!" THE END Yoiko: So, whatcha think? Wufei: ONNA! What do you mean by that? Yoiko: Wha~at? Wufei: Are you trying to make a fool out of me? Yoiko: You don't need my help. *starts running* Wufei: You got that ri- ONNA!!!
Author's Note: I don't own the characters or situations of Gundam Wing, and this story is not meant to be taken as a claim to the copyright on this wonderful anime series. Also, I mean no disrespect whatsoever to the authors and creators of Gundam Wing.
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