Archive: If you want it, just ask. ^^'
Pairings: Eheheheh... you'll see.
Warnings: Shounen-ai, some angst, slight language... ^^' Gomen, I curse like a sailor... (except around little kids... lol, one of 'em said that "heck" is a bad word.. I love working with 'em...) romance, drama... you get the idea. ^^'

Notes: Hah! Got myself unstuck! Special arigato to Kyoki for helping with my story. ^-^ So, here's the next piece! Hopefully the third will be soon. Working on a couple fics at once... we'll see. ^^' Anyways, comments are begged for and adored. ^-^ Arigato, and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I only own tapes. And Gundam Snap models. And pics printed off the internet. Don't bother suing, I may have a job, but my money shall disappear due to my anime addiction... ^^'


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Part 2/3

"I can't believe it! I can't *fuckin'* believe it!!!"

Trowa smiled sympathetically at his lover. "Duo eat all your Pocky again?"

"Yes!" Quatre plunked down on a chair, exasperated. "I thought I had found the perfect hiding place too!"

Trowa chuckled slightly, walking up behind Quatre, bending down to wrap his arms around the Arabian's shoulders. He nuzzled Quatre's cheek gently, speaking softly into his ear, "I would have thought you'd know by now that its impossible to hide food from Duo."

"Hmm," Quatre leaned back into his lover's embrace, aquamarine eyes half-closed. "Can't blame me for trying..."

"Mmm," Trowa smiled slightly, nibbling on Quatre's ear, then kissing his way down Quatre's jawline and neck.

"You know, you two are sickening." Duo said from the doorway to the kitchen, a tiny bit of bitterness in his voice.

Quatre looked over at Duo, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong, Duo?"

Duo blinked at Quatre. "Can't a guy make a comment when you guys can't keep your hands off each other?"

Quatre's eyes narrowed. "Wufei still hasn't said anything, has he."

"No!" Duo cried, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "And its getting ridiculous! He's watching me constantly, and when I ask what's up, he totally avoids the question!"

"Sounds like Wufei," Trowa said, irony heavy in his voice.

Duo started to pace. "I've tried to tell him my feelings, to bring the confrontation to him over and over again, but he always runs away! Its like he has a sixth sense of knowing when I want to ask him!"

"I don't think Wufei's ready to confront his feelings about you," Quatre said quietly, knowing he was only making excuses for his friend. "He's still... frightened for some reason."

"Well... I can't take this for much longer..." Duo replied, standing still, an uncharacteristic anguish in his normally cheerful violet eyes.

"What do you mean?" Quatre asked, looking alarmed.

"If... if Wufei doesn't make a decision soon... I can only wait for so long... if he doesn't confront me... admit his feelings... I'll just have to move on..."

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Wufei stood silently outside the safehouse as the sun began to set, dripping with sweat, trying to keep his breathing slow and even. He had just finished running through his katas. He found it focused his mind, bringing peace and clarity. 'Something I've been lacking, of late...' He repressed the sudden urge to sigh in frustration. 'What the hell am I supposed to do?! We're at war! There's no time for relationships!' "So I keep telling myself," he muttered, wiping sweat off his brow. "But Quatre and Trowa are... but... what..."

"...What place does love have in war?"

Wufei spun around to face the voice behind him. "Heero."

Heero stood, watching Wufei, his expression the impassive mask he always wore. "Well?"

Wufei stood frozen for a moment, unsure of how to treat the Japanese boy's presence. "What place does it have?" he finally asked quietly, unable to answer it himself. Much to his surprise, Heero's mask cracked slightly, and he could see a hint of sadness in his Prussian blue eyes.

"Perhaps... something to keep us sane."

"Or drive us *in*sane," Wufei could not help but point out sardonically.

"Hn," Heero could not deny the validity of Wufei's comment. Follow your emotions,' a tiny voice whispered in Heero's mind. 'Follow your emotions!' "But... does ignoring such emotions make you any more sane?"

Wufei blinked at the introspective words coming from Heero's mouth. 'I've never heard him talk like this before...'

Heero started walking towards Wufei, and alarms started to go off inside the Chinese boy's head.

"Sometimes," Heero whispered, "It takes more courage to face your emotions... then to face your enemy..." By now, they stood almost nose to nose, and Wufei's eyes were wide with panic.

"H-Heero? What are you...?" Wufei was caught within deep, shadowed pools, seeing a depth he had never realized was there.

"Wufei..." Heero's voice caught, but he managed to struggle on. "Ai shiteru, Wufei."

Before Wufei could answer, Heero caught his lips in a gentle, but passionate kiss.

~TBC!

(I'm evil, aren't I. ^.~)