Unity

Author's Note: Fei's POV, and self abuse. That's it.

Chapter Two
Justice Flounders

People tend to believe that I don't care for detail, that I over look the simple and only stare forward at the larger things of life. I know diffrent however. Sometimes I find myself staring at small "insignificant" things and am mezmerized by its simplicity. I envy the nievity of children not yet tainted by the world, their innocence so pure, then I look apon the older generation and wonder where we went wrong.

Glancing down I watch the thick red tears drip onto the bathroom lanolium floor. I'm loosing a battle that I didn't even choose, destined to stumble and fall. Scars that I find will never fade, always there ripping my strength from me. Loathing and self doubt catching me in a noose that I continuely tighten on my own free will until I cannot breath anymore.

These small mortal wounds are in no comparison to the unhealing ones within, the ones that stretch me to my limits, the ones that I continuely harbor. The wounds I carry are because of a loneliness I feel no matter where I am and who is with me. I am alone, I have no home, I have nothing, I am noone.

--00--

I stare out the glass window of the taxi I'm in, the rain drizzling down the pane distorting my vision of the world. Well, in all acutuality, I find that it is a phisical example of my minds view of the things around me. Thunder rummbles over head and lightening flashes from time to time reminding of my inner turmoil, the ghaustly storm of my soul.

I graze my fingers over the inside of my wrist, over the blood tainted wrist bands I have hiding the ugly truth. I feel a small self hating smile creep onto my lips and my eyes sting with unshed tears, but I won't cry here not now. Glancing up onto the back of my drivers head I remind myself now it definately not the time to break down, if ever.

'Besides' I tell myself, 'Warriors and the only male survior of a family doesn't cry.'

With that I settle back into the seat of the taxi preparing myself for the last hour of my journey to my resting place.

--00--

Still pouring rain, I step out of the taxi and into the night, refusing the drivers assitance, and pay him the needed fee. Pulling his car around, he looks at me one last time his lips in a thin line that tells me he is not happy with my decsion, but drives away down the muddy road. I turn towards the house, my waist length hair I'd left undone already sticking to my body along with my clothes, and begin my short walk to the front porch.

My slipper clad foot makes contact with the first step before the front door opens, and I make eye contact with the man I hadn't seen for over a year. His eyes soften, something I'd never seen before coming from him, and surely never directed at me. I stop walking, taken aback from this, my heart renching in my chest, and my hands loosen on my two black duffle bags.

He looks so much diffrent from when last I'd seen him. His physical looks are still the same, but something about his presance is comforting and loving even. I feel tears stinging my eyes once again, as I look apon his blue pajama pant clad form.

"I was begining to worry that you'd never come home Wufei." He says to me loud enough to be heard over the storm.

My bags drop from my numb hands, and I all but fall into his embrace sobbing like a small child. I know crying is for the weak of heart and doing this is against everything I believe in, but it feels so right to do so. Heero just holds me, as I sob like a woman, his cheek against my head saying nothing, knowing nothing need be said since everything I needed to be told has been.

Ever since I lost everything in the war, including my sense of self, I'd been longing for a place that I could call home. A place that gave me back what I so desrately needed, something to make me exist. The ironic part of the whole situation was I'd known all along where to go to find it, but I'd stubornly ignored the fact. Believing somehow, even though I knew diffrent, that I was stronger without one. I owed Heero, again, for saving me from myself.

--00--

I sit, brushing out my towel dried knotted hair, staring at the head board, or should I say book shelving, of the overly large, ornate, canopy bed. I know that no manufacture-er made this bed-frame which means only one other thing, Heero did and from scratch noless. The canopy is held up by five wood posts instead of just four, and I smile at what it's to represent. One wood pole for each corner and in the front seprating the two shelves giving the bed a triagluar head board. Pursian blue sheer curtains flow around me whimsically and it makes me want to laugh at the oddity it presents. I would have never pegged Heero for such a thing.

"Tomarrow we can add a color of your choosing to the curtains and carv something that reprsents you into a pole. Asuming you'll want to do those things."

"Hm... so I was right." Is my reply closing my eyes allowing the feeling of the room to seep into me.

I feel the bed dip as Heero adds his counter wieght to the opposite side of the king sized mattress. I can tell he's watching me brush my hair but I don't feel uncomfortable. If I'm trueful Heero never made me uncomortable, which in return made me uncomfortable. We'd always known that we were equals and we both knew that's why I continualy tried to beat him. In the end we were still equals and to top it off he'd saved me.

"Your clothes are in the dryer, and your other posessions are spread out to dry."

"Thank you. For the shirt I'm wearing, and taking care of things while I was getting dried off, and thank you for saving me." I say quietly almost afraid of the response I might get.

"You didn't need to say that, but you are welcome." Is his just as soft reply.

I relax, not even realizing when I'd tensed, and presume brushing my hair a small smile on my face.

"Why?" I hear Heero desprately ask.

That's all I need to hear before it dawns on me what he's asking and I drop the brush bringing my wrists to my chest and turning my back towards him. My whole body becomes rigid with anxity, and I berate myself for forgetting the self inflicted wounds.

"I-i have my reasons Yuy." I whisper.

"Don't say that..." He answers back sounding wounded and I turn in surprise.

"Wha-"

"Don't say Yuy. My name is Heero, and yours is Wufei. You came here to be home, so don't start turning your back on it first thing. A home is where you go to heal, not fester." He explains, while reaching out to grab my hands.

I do nothing but stare as he touches his lips to my inner right wrist softly, and then does the same to the other one. Our eyes meet and I find myself leaning in towards him with a longing pounding itself in my chest. Our lips meet fleetingly, softly at first before meeting again more strongly and confedantly. His hands allow mine to drop and his fingers tangle themselves into my hair and my stomache clenches and I softly moan.

My back hits the matress as Heero settles himself above me and my fingers drag along his sides aliciting a moan from him as well. Heero's hands busy themselves with maping out every contour of my body, finding out what spots drive me mad, while I do the same to him. I feel him lifting up the bottom of the white borrowed shirt I'm wearing and I lift my hips so he can continue his task of undressing me.

We part only long enough for him to discard my shirt and his pants. Looking up I see a small smile twitch the corners of his mouth before he brings them back down onto mine. Our bodies meet and we both groan as heated flesh meets heated flesh. Knowing this will go no farther than simple exploration, I quickly relax into a rythm and speed we can both enjoy smiling into his kiss.

--00--

Lieing under the blue sheets curled up into the other man's embrace I find myself smiling for the first time in, what seems like, forever. I look at our intwinded fingers that rest beside my face and close my eyes almost whistfully. Heero's resting form ontop of my back the pressure unsufficating, the feel of two bodies tangled together, and silky sheets brushing naked skin, all of it pulling me towards a restful sleep.

We both know that the upcoming battle for me will be hard and painful, but its one we'll be doing together. I don't have to be so alone anymore, someone noticed that I existed and that I was suffering as well. The thought helps me, but in no way solves my delima.

"But its a start." I hear Heero mummble and smirk into my back as realization dawns on me.

'I'd said that aloud...'

"I hate you." I reply with a sniff.

"Ai shetaru ne." He answers with a chuckle.

With that he tightens his grip on my fingers a moment and we begin to drift off to sleep.

T.B.C