Winter Days
Third one... two more to go. *phew* I have never written 4x5, and for
good reason. I really can't imagine Quatre and Wufei as lovers. I can
them as friends; though not very close friends. You know, like the
neighbor next door you don't really know, but say hello to out of
respect and good manners. I asked my not so helpful friends how to
hook up those two up, and all the ideas led to PWP. But I really
don't like to write those... *shrugs* My goal was to find something
those two had in common, and somehow build from there. After putting
much thought into it, this is what I could come up with. Hope you
like it.
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Title: Winter Days
Author: Aoko
Part: 1/1
Pairings: 4x5
Feedback: YES!!
Warnings: *shrugs* shounen ai, yaio, TWT
Notes: I think I'll stick to 3x4. Please forgive all mistakes---
grammar, spelling, or otherwise.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything mention in this fic.
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Quatre sighed contentedly as he looked out the window. The snow was
falling softly to ground. The trees were bare of all leaves. There
were no birds flying around. The streets were deserted... Not a
single soul out. It was just too cold.
Quatre liked the current safe house. It was a small, ordinary house
in the suburbs of Birmingham, Alabama. Quatre smiled. Who would ever
think to look in the suburbs of Birmingham for a trained terrorist?
Although Quatre was really excited when he found out that the current
safe house would be located in America, he was sad that the others
couldn't be there to join him. Of course, Wufei was there with him.
But still, things were much more interesting when everyone was
together. He really did miss Duo's constant chatter, Trowa's stoic
presence, and Heero's endless typing.
'The holidays are coming up soon. They'll be able to join us in a
short while,' Quatre mused. 'But I guess being here with Wufei is
better than being alone.'
As if on cue, Wufei walked into the tiny living room. He nodded to
Quatre and moved over to a reclining chair. He picked up a book
laying on the floor next to the chair, and then plopped down, and
opened the book to a page he had marked.
Quatre smiled at Wufei, even though Wufei didn't notice. Quatre
gazed back out the window. With the war going on, everything just
looked much more bleak and desolate in his eyes. But nevertheless, he
kept smiling for the others sake. Quatre raised a hand to his chest,
and looked over to Wufei. 'What's going on with Wufei?' Quatre
wondered. He was sensing a great deal of loneliness in Wufei. He had
been sensing it ever since they were assigned a mission. Only, in
battle did the loneliness seem to give away into something else... a
sense of belonging, perhaps? Quatre couldn't be sure.
"It looks nice outside, doesn't it?" Quatre sighed.
Wufei looked up at the small Arab. Quatre's marine blue eyes were
shining with mirth and warmth. 'How did he end up fighting this war?
He's far too innocent,' he wondered silently.
"It's cold and dreary looking outside. How can you say it is nice out
there?" Wufei asked.
"Well, yes. But think about when spring comes. This place must look
beautiful. I can almost imagine the children's innocent laughter
echoing through day."
"Hmm," Wufei commented, "It must be nice to imagine those things. I
certainly can't."
"Why not?" Quatre queried.
"It's not important."
Quatre felt that same loneliness in Wufei again. Suddenly deciding to
be bold, Quatre moved from the window and over to Wufei. He sat at
the boy's feet.
"You're lonely, aren't you?" Quatre asked.
Wufei glared at the boy. "I fail to see to the purpose of this
conversation."
"I just want to help you," Quatre explained.
"I don't need any help."
Quatre pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on top of
his knees. "When I was little, none of the other children would play
with me. They said I was stuck up because I was rich. Ironic, now
that I think about it. The most innocent of humanity is also the
cruelest."
Wufei just stared down at Quatre. The little blonde had always moved
him in some special way. It was a great injustice to see Quatre have
to fight in a meaningless war. The boy was far too gentle. Wufei felt
inclined by some unknown force to protect him.
"It is ironic," Wufei replied.
Quatre nodded. "It's awful being alone. Isn't it?"
Wufei suddenly felt compelled to bear his soul. When he looked at
Quatre curled up near his feet, Wufei's emotions came rushing up at
him. "Everything has been enhanced since the war. The coldness
chilling my soul has intensified to a point of where I'm freezing.
The deep, endless chasm has grown so much until I can no longer tell
where it begins and ends. The shroud of despair has wrapped itself
around me, refusing to leave my side for a moment. The storm clouds
of hopelessness never dissipate to allow in the sunshine. The awful
stench of melancholy sticks to me. No matter how many times I bathe,
that smell is still there."
"You don't think there's any who'll possibly understand, do you?"
Quatre eyes searched Wufei's for a moment, but he looked away again.
Wufei nodded weakly. That dull ache in his heart intensified as he
remembered watching his entire clan destroyed at the hands of OZ. He
was helpless... weak. He couldn't save them. Now, everything he'd
known was gone. And he was alone, searching desperately for
justice. 'Justice for what?' he asked himself, 'To rectify the wrongs
of OZ, for my clan, or to justify the blood on my hands?'
Wufei started as he felt something touch his knee. He looked down at
Quatre, who in turn was tenderly looking up at him. "When I walk into
a store, I see friends together joking and laughing. I look to my
side, and no one is there. It's like I'm trapped in my paradisiacal
loneliness. I am forced to observe. I long for the camaraderie I
witness. They all seem so happy in the others presence. It's like a
mutual understanding between them all and I want that. But I don't
have it. Maybe it's selfish of me." A tear fell down Quatre's cherub
face.
Wufei eyes softened, and he wiped the tear away. "That's not true."
Quatre stood up. He grabbed Wufei's hand pulled him up. The book
Wufei was reading fell out of lap and landed on the floor with a loud
thump.
"Quatre?"
Quatre looked not at Wufei, but into Wufei's soul. He smiled. Despite
the loneliness inside the young, Chinese boy, the fire of
righteousness burned passionately inside of him, overshadowing the
loneliness. 'So that's where he gets his strength from. Only on days
like these do the loneliness have a chance have a chance to
overshadow everything.' Quatre mused silently.
Wufei felt a bit intimidated by the intensity in Quatre's deep, blue
eyes. He could feel Quatre searching his soul.
"We don't have to be alone," Quatre whispered. He reached up and gave
and Wufei a chaste, tender kiss.
Wufei stumbled back a little. "You're too innocent, Quatre."
Quatre shook his head. "My hands are just as stained as yours."
Wufei started to protest, but Quatre quickly silenced him with a
rough kiss. Wufei, startled by the sudden boldness of Quatre, froze
momentarily. Wufei was tempted to push the golden Arab away, but the
warmth of Quatre suddenly washed over him, and he gave in to the
small, boy. 'Tonight,' Wufei thought, 'I don't have to be alone.'
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Is it as horrible as I think?
Aoko