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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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Wufei frowned as he saw the handsaw Duo carried. “What are you doing?”
“Going out to find the perfect tree. Want to help?”
“Tree for what?”
Everyone in the room looked at him and the braided man shook his head. “You really have been deprived. Come on.” He tossed Wufei his coat and scarf.
He bundled up and followed Duo out into the cold. “So what are we looking for?”
“We want an evergreen, no more than six feet high and full, with sturdy enough branches to hold the lights and ornaments.”
“I see.” He followed Duo through the forest, eyes roving for a tree that fit his description. Most were either much too tall or way too small and scraggly, not able to produce adequate needles due to the lack of sunlight reaching them.
He paused as he saw a peek of one that might work slightly hidden behind some others. He moved toward it and tilted his head to the side. “What about this one?”
Duo stood next to him. He shook the trunk softly to dispose of the snow on it's branches and grinned with a nod. “It's perfect.”
Wufei stood back as Duo took the saw to the trunk. He tried to help him lift it and the braided man shoved the saw toward him. “Carry that for me?”
Wufei grunted but didn't make another attempt to help lift the tree. Truth was, his earlier... escapade with Trowa had left him hurting pretty badly. He had thankfully managed to keep Trowa from realizing that or he was sure he'd have been forced to stay in bed. He'd probably set his full recovery back by a week or two, but, as his mind drifted over the encounter, he couldn't really bring himself to care.
“Are you having fun?”
Wufei nodded. “I've never really gone on a vacation that didn't involve some sort of business. It's nice to wake up and not have anything I have to do.”
Duo nodded. “Yeah. The first vacation I ever went on was when I was ten and Sister Helen took some of us to Disney World.”
Wufei glanced to him. It wasn't often the braided man talked about his time in the orphanage. “Only some of you?”
He looked to Wufei. “Those of us who would probably never be adopted. I was a little too wild and most of the people wanting to adopt were looking for younger or more well-behaved.”
“How long were you there?”
Duo leaned the tree against the side of the house and lit a cigarette. “My earliest memory was of being on the streets. I don't remember my parents, only the kids I hung out with. We stole food to get by and washed in the river.”
He stared up at the sky, taking a hit off his cigarette. “You see a lot of things on the streets no child should ever see. And there are rules you gotta follow. Like never go out alone. I'll be honest, I stayed as dirty as possible to dissuade guys from coming near me.”
He scratched the back of his head. “Anyway, when I was about six or seven, I,” he cleared his throat, “tried to pickpocket Father Maxwell.”
Wufei's eyes widened. “You stole from a priest!”
He shrugged. “I was a kid, I didn't know any better, but it turned out to be the best thing I ever did. That's when he took me and my gang in at the orphanage. Some were adopted pretty quick.” He shook his head. “One died. He'd had a bad cough for a long time. We didn't realize how sick he was until Sister Helen told us he was dead. He wasn't the first we'd lost, but we thought that since we were in a safe place stuff like that would stop happening. But we just got there too late.”
“I'm sorry.”
Duo looked to him. “That's life, Wufei. We never know what will happen. At the very least, he died in a warm bed with a kind nun holding his hand as opposed to on the cold street with nothing but a ratty blanket to cover him.
“I'm thankful for the life I have now. I may have never been adopted, but I can't say I didn't have a home. My career is well on its way and I've got friends and family.” He shrugged. “What more could a guy ask for?”
Wufei smiled softly. “Not much, I guess.”
They went inside and Duo set the tree in the stand Quatre had already set up. Wufei sat back and watched the others string the lights and fill the tree with ornaments. Duo stood back, hands on his hips.
“One more thing.” He dug an angel out of the box and held it toward Wufei. “Want to put the topper on the tree?”
He grunted. “You're asking the shortest guy here to reach the top?”
“We've got a stool.” Quatre grabbed a two-step ladder and set it by the tree.
Wufei took a breath and pushed to his feet. His ribs were really hurting, but he didn't want them to know that. This was his first chance to celebrate a holiday and he didn't want to ruin it. He took the angel in one hand and put his other hand to Trowa's shoulder as he moved up the ladder. He reached up and bit his lip as his ribs protested. He settled the angel on the branch and quickly dropped his arm.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
Emerald eyes narrowed. “You hurt yourself this morning, didn't you?”
He turned, putting both hands to Trowa's shoulders and, for once, looking down into his eyes. “I'm fine, Trowa, really.”
An auburn brow raised slightly and he gently touched Wufei's ribs. He grimaced and twisted away, only managing to make it worse. He fell into Trowa and the taller man lifted him easily and carried him to the sofa.
“I said I'm fine.”
“Would you stop being so stubborn.”
“I'm not being stubborn.” He stared at Trowa, knowing full well, from posture, to voice, to the tilt of his chin, that he was being stubborn. But he still wasn't used to so much concerned attention and it embarrassed him. He pushed at Trowa's shoulder. “Go make me some eggnog or something.”
His lips twitched slightly and he tipped his head. “As you wish.”
He rolled his eyes and looked back to the tree to find four pairs of eyes on him. “I'm fine,” he said adamantly.
Duo sighed. “Sorry I pushed you.”
“Just plug the angel up so I can see what a finished Christmas tree is supposed to look like.”
The braided man turned and plugged up the angel. Wufei smiled. “Very nice.”
Duo grinned. “Why thank you.”
Trowa returned with a tray of no so innocent eggnog and a mug of hot chocolate for Heero. Duo tended the fire while they went through a list of Christmas movies, settling on Scrooge with Albert Finney. Wufei and Trowa took up the sofa while Zechs and Heero curled on the love seat, leaving Quatre and Duo the floor, which the couple didn't seem to mind.
Wufei set his empty mug on the floor and snuggled further back into Trowa's embrace. The movie was good, but he enjoyed the peace of the moment more than anything else. Several hours later he woke, not sure when he'd fallen asleep. He slipped from the sofa, careful not to wake Trowa and tiptoed to the bathroom.
On his way back to the living room, he glanced out the window and paused. He bit his lips and spared a glance to the others sleeping before grabbing his coat and quietly stepping outside. Large flakes fell silently around him, reflecting the light on the porch and adding to the fifteen inches that already covered the ground.
He moved further out and tilted his head back to watch the snow fall. It had a slightly dizzying effect that he found thrilling. Playing was for children with no prospects in life, his father had always said. Well, his father wasn't there now and probably never would be again.
With an impish grin, he laid down and spread his arms and legs, moving them up and down. He didn't care that his clothes were getting soaked or that he was getting cold; which was odd because he hated the cold. But he was doing something one of his paid playmates had told him about as a child while they played a game of chess. He sat up and raised to his feet, looking down at the snow angel. It was a small and silly thing, but he smiled anyway.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, stretching his arms outward. He spun in a slow circle, relishing in the freedom he felt. Arms wrapped about his waist and he was pulled to a warm chest. He looked up into amused emerald eyes.
“What are you doing?” Trowa asked with a chuckle.
“Playing in the snow,” he answered simply.
“I thought you hated to be cold.”
He raised a shoulder, burrowing further into his lover's warm embrace. “I guess some things are worth braving the cold for.”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
******
“Where's Trowa?”
Wufei raised an eyebrow as he poured a cup of coffee. “Where do you think?”
Duo laughed softly. “Yeah, Quatre's the same way. He'll get up if he has to or wants to be somewhere, but otherwise he could sleep all day.”
The Chinese man cupped his hands around his coffee mug. “Duo, do they have a music store anywhere near here?”
He leaned his hip to the counter. “Like for CDs?”
He shook his head. “No.” He looked down into his cup. “Trowa needs a new keyboard. That one he's got is pretty old. I wanted to get a new one for him for Christmas.”
“Are you sure you can afford it? How much do you have left in your trust fund?”
He looked back up. “Enough to get me through about two years after college without a job, but I'm pretty sure I'll get one as soon as I graduate, so it shouldn't be a problem.”
“All right. How long will it take you to get ready to go?”
“I'm ready now.”
The braided man nodded and moved to the notepad on the fridge to scribble a quick note for the others. He poured his coffee over into a travel mug and added some fresh from the pot to fill it up. “You want to take yours? I've got more mugs.”
He took the offered cup and poured it over, without adding more. He screwed the lid in place and grabbed his coat and scarf before following Duo out to the SUV. The drive to town was something like out of a dream. Snow covered trees and piles of snow built up on the side of the road was the perfect scenario for a winter wonderland. He'd never taken the time out before to enjoy the simple beauty of nature.
Wufei climbed out of the high vehicle and followed Duo into the music store. They moved passed the guitars and other instruments until they found the section housing keyboards. Wufei blew a slow breath passed his lips as he looked at the wide selection. He tilted his head as he studied one, chewing his lip.
“Which one?”
The braided man raised his hands. “I'm a painter, man, not a musician.”
“Can I help you gentlemen?”
They turned to a saleswoman and Wufei nodded. “Yes, I'm looking to get a new keyboard for a friend of mine.”
She looked to the one his hands were on. “Does your friend sing, too?”
“No, he just plays.”
She shook her head. “You don't want that one, then. You'll be paying extra for a microphone and other things you don't need.”
Duo grinned. Good, she wasn't going to be the type to oversell. An hour later, they were leaving with a keyboard that the woman said any serious pianist would die for. And Wufei was extremely grateful she offered to wrap it, too. He had no experience in that department and was sure anything he came up with wouldn't have been nearly so nice.
“You did good, Fei.”
He shrugged. “It's my first Christmas, I wanted to make sure it was a good one. What did you get Quatre?”
Duo looked to him with a pained expression. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to buy for a man who has everything? I mean seriously, look at the last present his father gave him.”
Wufei frowned. “What was that?”
“The chalet.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “I see what you mean.”
“Exactly.” He looked back out the windshield. “So, I got together with his father and we discussed it. I'm not sure how much Quatre will like it, but I put a lot of work into it and Mr Winner said he would appreciate it.” He shrugged. “I guess we'll see.”
Wufei looked back out the window. “You don't think that what I got him is kind of... tripe, do you?”
Duo looked to him with a raised eyebrow. “No way, man. He'll love it, I promise.”
They had set a rule that they were only buying for their significant others due to the fact Trowa, Duo, and Zechs were living on much more limited funds than the other three, but they all wound up, at some point, picking up small things for stockings.
Christmas morning seemed to come too fast for Wufei as it meant they only had a little over a week before they had to return to school. And he was nervous that he hadn't put enough thought into Trowa's gift.
Duo sat everyone down, donning a Santa hat as he passed out the stockings. Wufei received several pairs of gloves, a new scarf, and coupons for pizza, which he laughed at but was grateful for. Duo then grabbed a large, flat present from the side of the tree and set it before Quatre. He took a breath.
“Okay, so I asked your dad, what do I get a guy that has everything...” He dropped his eyes. “I guess, not knowing our mothers is the only thing we really have in common, but I did find something that will help you feel a little closer to yours.”
Curiously, Quatre got on his knees and ripped the paper down to reveal a portrait of his mother taken from an 8x10 that hung in his father's office. He covered his mouth as tears pricked his eyes. “Oh, Duo. It's beautiful.”
He stood and wrapped his arms around the braided man, laying a kiss on him that made Duo's knees go weak. Duo pulled away, slightly dazed and set the portrait aside as he grabbed the next gift, which was to Zechs. It was a very small box that rattled. The blond frowned slightly as he looked to Heero before opening the box to reveal a set of car keys. His eyes widened and shot to Heero.
He shrugged. “It isn't new or anything, but you need something to get around in. I had Une pick it up. It's waiting at the school for you.”
Zechs shook his head. “It's too much, Heero.”
“You haven't seen it, yet, so for all you know it's a clunker.”
Duo snorted. “Actually, it's a nice little KIA Spectra.”
Heero kicked his shin. “Shut up.” He looked back to Zechs. “You need a car.”
He clenched his fist around the keys. “Thank you.”
The next gift went to Heero and everyone thoroughly enjoyed watching him pull out what seemed to be a whole new wardrobe full off color, khakis, and blue jeans. Heero shook his head, a small smirk coming to his lips. He nodded. “All right. I guess if you'll accept the car, I'll accept this.”
Zechs grinned. “I think I'm the real winner on both accounts.”
Quatre hopped up. “Come on, Duo. Open yours.”
“But I'm supposed to go last.”
The blond shoved him to a seat and shoved a rather large box into his lap. Violet eyes rolled but he tore into the box and his jaw dropped. It was a full set of art supplies, top of the line brushes and palates. He lifted one of the brushes to test the bristles and shook his head. “These will last forever.”
“Well, I don't know about forever, but they'll last a lot longer than the ones you've been using. You're a professional now, it's high time you used professional equipment.”
He looked up to the blond with a soft smile. “Thanks, Quat.”
He tipped his head and moved to push Trowa's present to him. The auburn haired man stared down at the large box. “What exactly did you do, Wufei?”
“Open it and see. If you don't like it or it isn't the right kind, I kept the receipt so we can take it back.”
Trowa peeled the wrapping back and saw the brand name and his eyes widened. He peeled it the rest of the way off and stared down at the box with his mouth hanging open. His hand ran across it almost reverently.
Wufei wasn't sure how to judge his reaction. He bit the corner of his lip, brows drawing together. “Will it not work? The lady at the store said-” He was cut off by Trowa pulling him into a tight, but careful, hug. He cupped Wufei's face and pressed their lips together before pulling away.
“It's perfect. I've been wanting that keyboard for a long time.”
Wufei's smile was like the sun peering from behind the clouds, one of the most genuine and bright smiles the other men had seen from him. “Really?”
He nodded. “Thank you.” He grabbed the last box, which appeared to be a shirt box and held it out to Wufei, meeting his eyes. “Don't be mad at me.”
Wufei frowned. “Why would I be mad at you?”
He shook his head. “Just... I did it for you. Okay?”
His brows drew together as he peeled the paper off and lifted the lid, staring down at a stack of papers. He lifted them and read slowly. His eyes widened and he began shaking. “Trowa, this is...”
He nodded. “I talked to my lawyer and went through all the right avenues to make sure nothing went wrong. And he looked over the contract and said it's a damn good one. They want to publish you, Wufei. They want you real bad. All you have to do is sign.”
“I'm... officially an author?” A tearful laugh escaped him and he threw his arms around Trowa. “You made my dream come true,” he whispered.
Trowa shook his head. “No, you did that. I just pushed it along a little bit.” He kissed his lover's temple. “Merry Christmas, Wufei.”
“Merry Christmas.”
TBC....
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