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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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25
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AN: Here's the little short chapter I said I might write. I needed to get this bit done, because Chapter 11 is going to be different. So I had a little down time and scribbled it out. If Sunday isn't as busy as I think it will be I may get the next chapter up but expect it Monday, definitely. Probably Monday evening. Later! :)
CHAPTER 10
Someone shook Wufei awake a few hours later, and put a ration bar in his hand. Memory of embarrassing himself still hot on his cheeks, he ate it slowly. He’d really have liked to just shove the whole thing down his throat. He was surprised to feel full when the small bar was done, and realized his stomach had shrunk since he’d been here. He would have dearly loved to go back to sleep, but he realized immediately that the others were packing to go, and he forced himself out of the blankets and onto his feet.
The others wouldn’t let him do anything. Not fold a blanket, not pick up ration wrappers, not pack up the med kit. He scowled darkly at them.
“Save your strength.” Heero’s voice was calm behind him, a strong arm sliding around his shoulders and pulling him back into a brief hug that left him stunned, speechless. “We’re going to need you to show us the way out of here - we have no maps, no compass.”
Wufei nodded helplessly, and subsided.
~Heero - hugged me?~
Duo he would have understood. Quatre, too, possibly even Trowa. But unemotional, cold, reason-is-my-purpose Heero? Well, maybe not cold. He’d thawed enough for Duo, after all. Wufei almost felt that sharp jealousy again - but didn’t. Hadn’t he slept the night in both their arms? Fallen asleep for his little nap cuddled in their warm arms again?
He’d save his jealousy for later.
*
It was raining. Wufei realized this when the waterfall seemed to have grown to triple its usual size - surely he’d walked far enough to be out from under it? He looked back - yes, he was. The powers-that-be had decided the jungle deserved a real downpour, water so thick you could barely see ten feet ahead of you. At least it was warm. The others just exchanged looks, rolled their eyes and waited for Wufei to lead the way. So he did, striking out for the nearest town, wondering if he could make it when his legs still felt vaguely like rubber bands. He’d do his best. That was all he could promise himself.
After a few moments the motion of walking started to put strength back into his body. He’d rested, eaten what seemed like a feast, why shouldn’t he be able to walk now? No more silly collapses - he knew, with red-cheeked embarrassment, that the others would be sure to make him rest several times.
~I don’t need it. Still...~
Still, it warmed part of the coldness in his soul, knowing that they would show that much care for him. His head came up, he started watching the trail for signs of traps or mercs. The others had been covertly watching *him,* and suddenly relaxed. Wufei wasn’t as far gone as they’d thought. When he’d gone back to sleeping like the dead, they’d argued over whether or not he was strong enough to get out of here - all of them wanted to stay, let him rest, stuff food down his throat.
On the other hand, they all wanted him out of here, safely away from the dangers in this place, hidden somewhere he could get medical treatment and give Une herself every detail he’d learned about these mercenaries.
Because this place was going down. The man behind it was going down. They wouldn’t let Wufei sacrifice like this for nothing.
CHAPTER 10
Someone shook Wufei awake a few hours later, and put a ration bar in his hand. Memory of embarrassing himself still hot on his cheeks, he ate it slowly. He’d really have liked to just shove the whole thing down his throat. He was surprised to feel full when the small bar was done, and realized his stomach had shrunk since he’d been here. He would have dearly loved to go back to sleep, but he realized immediately that the others were packing to go, and he forced himself out of the blankets and onto his feet.
The others wouldn’t let him do anything. Not fold a blanket, not pick up ration wrappers, not pack up the med kit. He scowled darkly at them.
“Save your strength.” Heero’s voice was calm behind him, a strong arm sliding around his shoulders and pulling him back into a brief hug that left him stunned, speechless. “We’re going to need you to show us the way out of here - we have no maps, no compass.”
Wufei nodded helplessly, and subsided.
~Heero - hugged me?~
Duo he would have understood. Quatre, too, possibly even Trowa. But unemotional, cold, reason-is-my-purpose Heero? Well, maybe not cold. He’d thawed enough for Duo, after all. Wufei almost felt that sharp jealousy again - but didn’t. Hadn’t he slept the night in both their arms? Fallen asleep for his little nap cuddled in their warm arms again?
He’d save his jealousy for later.
*
It was raining. Wufei realized this when the waterfall seemed to have grown to triple its usual size - surely he’d walked far enough to be out from under it? He looked back - yes, he was. The powers-that-be had decided the jungle deserved a real downpour, water so thick you could barely see ten feet ahead of you. At least it was warm. The others just exchanged looks, rolled their eyes and waited for Wufei to lead the way. So he did, striking out for the nearest town, wondering if he could make it when his legs still felt vaguely like rubber bands. He’d do his best. That was all he could promise himself.
After a few moments the motion of walking started to put strength back into his body. He’d rested, eaten what seemed like a feast, why shouldn’t he be able to walk now? No more silly collapses - he knew, with red-cheeked embarrassment, that the others would be sure to make him rest several times.
~I don’t need it. Still...~
Still, it warmed part of the coldness in his soul, knowing that they would show that much care for him. His head came up, he started watching the trail for signs of traps or mercs. The others had been covertly watching *him,* and suddenly relaxed. Wufei wasn’t as far gone as they’d thought. When he’d gone back to sleeping like the dead, they’d argued over whether or not he was strong enough to get out of here - all of them wanted to stay, let him rest, stuff food down his throat.
On the other hand, they all wanted him out of here, safely away from the dangers in this place, hidden somewhere he could get medical treatment and give Une herself every detail he’d learned about these mercenaries.
Because this place was going down. The man behind it was going down. They wouldn’t let Wufei sacrifice like this for nothing.