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Part 3
*Title*: All I Want For Christmas Is You
*Author*: WhipOfLightHeartOfSword
Rating: PG (Sorry guys, no lemon this time around. Just WAFF. The juicy, naughty stuff's being saved for the sequel. ^_~)
*Timeline*: The little blurb at the beginning takes place just before Trieze was killed by the mobile dolls. It's been some time since I've watched the series, even more so since I've seen Endless Waltz, since I don't own a copy of it. So, I kinda threw cannon to the wind and made the timeline suit my purposes. I forget everyone's age in cannon when all was said and done, so I'm simply going to guess and say the pilots were 19, which puts them all at 23 in this fic. Treize I've settled on as being 32 years old.
*Feedback*: Of course!! Constructive criticiscm only, though. NO FLAMES.
A/N: Well, so much for having this chapter up on time either. No internet for two days sucks. And the stupid thing I just realized got rid of my italics. So to fix that, italic words or phrases shall be framed like this: *word*. Enjoy!
~*~Part 3~*~
Lady Une shook her head as she reread the file in front of her. An irritated growl left her throat as she shut it and pushed the envelope away. *'Dammit people!'* There were days she seriously wondered at the wisdom of having the Gundam pilots as field agents. Them being there meant that anything her lesser qualified agents couldn’t do, they could simply pass on, and her five would make sure it still got done.
Fucking pampered bastards. It also meant that when the pilots were away, hell almost always broke loose among the Special Ops.
She sighed, and rubbed at her temples. Leave it to them to also come up with an issue they really and truly couldn’t work through on their own, just when she was trying to give her best boys a rest.
It was with great reluctance and restraint of temper that she picked up her cell and dialed Quatre’s number.
It only took a couple of rings before the 04 pilot picked up.
“Quatre speaking.”
“Hello Winner,” she decided to go the more congenial route than simply ordering him back to headquarters. “How has your trip been so far?
“Wonderful, Lady Une. I’ve never had a better vacation,” he replied.
“Anything interesting happen?”
“Well, we went snowboarding, and Heero fell off the chairlift.”
“Yuy fell off the chairlift?” her voice was incredulous. “How the hell did he manage that?”
“Even he’s not totally sure. All I got from the explanation given was that someone called out something obscene in regards to his ass, and he turned to see who it was, and apparently fell off the lift.”
Une shook her head. Of all the people she’d expected not to get themselves in trouble while on vacation… “Was that all that happened?”
“No. Duo fell and got the end of his braid caught in his boot bindings. Then Wufei ran into him and ended up going down pretty hard.”
The Preventer Commander closed her eyes and winced. “Are they okay?”
“Yea, they’re fine. A couple of bruises, but nothing bad. That night Duo accidentally tripped over Wufei while he was lying in front of the fire, reading. Wufei got hot chocolate spilled all over him. We’re still debating whether or not it was an actual accident, or Duo’s revenge for almost getting his braid torn off. But that wasn’t as bad as what happened to Trowa and me,” he added.
“Do I even want to know?” Une asked.
Already on a roll, Quatre answered her question by telling the story. “Well, me and Trowa snuck out one night for a little skinny dip in the Jacuzzi. I’m guessing Heero or someone didn’t realize we were out there because they locked the door, so we had no way of getting back in, and we were not going to wait out in the cold in our towels. So we went back in the water, only the heat got to me and I guess I passed out. According to what I was told later, Trowa wrapped me in both towels and started banging on the door. He woke Wufei up, and he came out to see what was going on, only to get flashed by Tro, and apparently he didn’t take that too well. He yelled, and Heero and Duo came downstairs and let Trowa in. They’re still teasing him about it, and I think Wufei’s been mentally scarred.”
*‘I would be too,’* Une thought, sorry she’d asked. “Thanks for the, ummm, interesting tale Quatre, but I’m afraid I have to ask something of you.”
“What?” he asked, trying to keep the dread out of his voice.
“I’m really sorry to have to cut into you’re vacation, but I’m going to have to ask you to come back to Headquarters. There’s a mission that came up after you left. I have agents assigned to carry it out, but I desperately need your help in the planning stage. I’m sending a helicopter to take you back to the airport so you can catch one of our planes back tonight. I’ll send you back to Trowa and the others on Christmas Eve so you can spend it with them.”
“There’s no one else who can help you, ma’am?” Quatre questioned, likely already knowing what the answer would be.
“I’m sorry, Quatre, but no. Be ready to be picked up at 21:00 hours,” she replied.
“Yes, ma’am,” his voice was emotionless and professional. She hated doing this to him.
“I’m truly sorry Quatre. If anyone else could get these guys out of this mess I wouldn’t be bothering you. But I promise to have you back there by Christmas Eve,” Une said regretfully.
“I understand, Lady Une. Thank you for at least letting me still have Christmas with everyone.”
“And thank you, Quatre. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I’m going to have someone drop you off at your house, and then I want to see you at work bright and early. We’ll work our butts off to have this whole thing done hopefully between the night of the 23rd, and midday on the 24th.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready to leave,” he said.
“See you tomorrow Quatre.”
She disconnected the call, and dropped her face into her hands. Oh, this was a bitch. Sitting back up, she regarded her vidphone for a moment, and decided to get her mind off of disrupting her pilots’ vacation by making a personal call she’d been meaning to make for over a week now.
Dialing the number, she calmly sat back and waited for it to connect. After a few moments, it went through, and she was greeted by the bright blue eyes of the Lightning Count.
“Hello Zechs.”
“Lady Une, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”
“How’s married life treating you?” she smiled.
“Oh, fine, fine. Honestly I don’t know why people act like getting hitched is such a bad thing. It’s really quite enjoyable,” he grinned.
“Until Noin gets fed up with your appetite,” Une quipped. “Or decides she wants children.”
“She’d better not!” Zechs looked thoroughly horrified.
“Oh just you wait. She’ll get there, and then it’s doomsday for you,” the Lady grinned, enjoying watching him squirm.
Zechs shook his head at her teasing. “Are you calling just to torment me, or was there something else you wanted?”
“That, and I wanted to speak to Treize.”
“You wanted to WHAT? Treize died, what are you talking about?” Zechs was shocked.
“Oh, please. Cut the crap Merquise. I know full well you’ve been keeping him hidden the past few years, and enough’s enough. Especially when Noin and he start calling my Gundam pilots,” Une glared.
“Since when are they *your* Gundam pilots?” Zechs grumbled.
“Since they joined the Preventers and are now under *my* command. And I’d appreciate it if you’d go get Treize now. I’d like to speak with him before I skin you both for keeping me in the dark.”
“Oh, fine,” Zechs got up and moved away from the screen. A few moments later he came back, a very startled Treize Kushrenada in tow.
“Lady Une,” he said, looking for once completely unsure of himself.
“Treize, it’s good to see you alive,” she couldn’t help the grin that came unbidden to her face, while she tried to combat the tears that threatened to fall.
“I suppose I owe you an apology, for letting you think I was dead all this time,” he looked truly sorry, and she couldn’t find it in her to stay mad at him.
“I understand why it was necessary, but could you do me a favor?”
“What?” he asked.
Une smiled. “First of all, don’t shut me out anymore. You’re my friend, and I’d like us to stay that way. And second, will you come have dinner with me tomorrow?”
Treize grinned, a relieved and pleasantly surprised look on his face. “I won’t, Lady. And yes, I’d love to have dinner with you.”
“Good. There’s something I’d like to ask you, aside from catching up on old times,” she said cryptically.
“About…?”
“That’s for tomorrow. And I have to go now; I have work to get done. I’ll meet you here at Preventer Headquarters,” she replied.
“Um, Lady Une?” he spoke softly, as if unsure.
“What is it?” Une frowned.
Treize gave her a weak smile. “Are the Gundam pilots going to be there?”
Une shook her head, “Ah, not really ready to meet them again, huh? I don’t blame you, especially after the way Yuy reacted to your call.”
He looked surprised. “You knew about that?”
“Yes, and I apologize for anything uncouth that he might have said. Yuy’s even more protective of his pseudo-family now than he ever was before. Especially since he and Duo have started dating.”
Treize shook his head. “01 and 02, huh? Doesn’t surprise me. And have 03 and 04 started dating as well?”
“Yes,” Une smiled. “The only one of them not currently attached to my knowledge is Wufei.”
A wistful look came to the former Epyon pilot’s eyes. “I see. But you didn’t answer my question. Will they be there?”
“No,” Une shook her head. “Well, you might run into Quatre, but out of the five he’s probably going to be the least volatile about it. I sent all five to a winter resort in the Alps for Christmas. I had to call Winner to come back here because we have an issue, and I need his help. He’s going back the moment it’s resolved, so he can be with his boyfriend on Christmas Eve.”
“I see. Well then I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. 18:00 hours, then?”
Une nodded. “That’s fine with me. See you then, Treize.”
“See you then, Lady Une.”
As she terminated the call, Une couldn’t help but smile as she thought of seeing her old friend again. But that smile quickly became a scowl as her mind flashed to the look of longing in Treize’s eyes when she mentioned Wufei.
*‘And from what I overheard, he contacted Yuy specifically to try to find Chang. But if he was simply rivals with Chang, he wouldn’t have looked like that when I said he was still single…’*
She sat there mulling over it for a while. Treize never looked that way unless one was talking to him about someone he cared for deeply. Even then, he’d have to love them more than anything else in this world for the mention of them to garner such a look from him. She thought back to the war, and all the battles she’d seen between him and Wufei.
The way they treated each other with more reverence than anyone else. The way his eyes had lit in horror when he’d discovered the air supply to Chang and Maxwell’s prison had been shut off, and the pilots almost suffocated. How different he was when speaking about the Chinese pilot, as opposed to the other four, though she had to say it was very well hidden, and only noticeable to those who knew him.
The answer smacked her full out in the face.
He loved him. Treize Kushrenada was in love with Chang Wufei!
It made perfect sense. Why else would he give up his chance to live anonymously and unbothered by anyone who might still hold a grudge against him just to contact the pilot again, knowing how the others might react?
Why have such a wistful and longing look when Wufei’s name was mentioned?
Then her conversation with Chang himself flashed in front of her mind’s eye, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she mentally replayed his words again.
*“I lost someone dear to me just before Christmas while the war was still going on. I guess I still miss them, that’s all.” *
That sullen and withdrawn look on Chang’s face every time Christmas came around. The fact that you could never find hide nor hair of him on December 22nd, the day Treize supposedly died at the hands of the mobile dolls. And afterwards, he was more introverted and almost shy until around New Years.
Her hand flew to her mouth, as if to keep the laughter bubbling up inside of her from spilling forth.
He returned Treize’s feelings.
Now little oddities Treize had developed during the war made perfect sense, as well as his unorthodox treatment of Pilot 05.
This time Une really did laugh out loud.
Treize Kushrenada and Chang Wufei. She shook her head in amusement. Who’da thought? They were the masters when it came to hiding their personal lives. And oh but this was the greatest stunt either had ever pulled.
And from what she could tell, even after four years of separation, their feelings for each other had stayed the same.
Suddenly another realization came to her, as she remembered the word’s she’d overheard Heero growl at Treize. She hadn’t meant to overhear, but she’d been walking past and when she’d heard Treize’s name she couldn’t help but stop and listen.
Heero had told him Wufei had moved on, and that he shouldn’t disrupt his life again. Knowing Treize he’d take it as meaning that Wufei no longer wanted him, and Heero, being totally ignorant of the situation, had unintentionally done his friend a great disservice. No wonder Treize hadn’t wanted to see them again.
She shook her head sadly. Such foolishness from people who were supposed to be so intelligent.
Her grin returned as she began formulating plans in her head, and looked through her address book for Noin’s cell phone number. Treize was going to be in town tomorrow, and she’d be damned if he left before they straightened this whole mess out. With Wufei still grieving as badly as he was, he wasn’t really as effective as usual. Oh, he’d get the job done, but there was no spark, no fire in him. And as for Treize, well, she wasn’t going to let her dear friend suffer if it could be helped.
~*~TBC...~*~
A/N: Well, another one down. I'm shooting to have all of the chapters uploaded by New Years Day. There will be seven, in all. And please do let me know how I'm doing. That part with Quatre recaping his and Trowa's little mishap in the hot tub I was a little iffy on. But then again Quatre's a very honest and open person. And he was unconcious, so the embarassment's really Trowa's, not his. Thus I figured since half of the story's just him parroting what the others said happened, it might not occur to him to keep it to himself until he actually said it. *Shrugs* That was my logic, anyways.
Okay, enough babble.
To Kurai: ROTFL, I totally agree with you there. Shuichi syndrome only works for Shuichi, and I'm a sucker for trying to keep these guys as in character as I can possibly get, and keep them there. OOC for me only happens when there's no other way to make the plotbunny work. And even then I hate it. But ya, for that I figured a few tears were acceptable. After all, four years of dreaming Wufei would still be his, and living for that dream, then it's ruined. But thank you, and I hope you continue to enjoy it.
The next chapter will be up later tonight, but in the meantime please drop a review. (I'm not begging, I hate begging.)
*Author*: WhipOfLightHeartOfSword
Rating: PG (Sorry guys, no lemon this time around. Just WAFF. The juicy, naughty stuff's being saved for the sequel. ^_~)
*Timeline*: The little blurb at the beginning takes place just before Trieze was killed by the mobile dolls. It's been some time since I've watched the series, even more so since I've seen Endless Waltz, since I don't own a copy of it. So, I kinda threw cannon to the wind and made the timeline suit my purposes. I forget everyone's age in cannon when all was said and done, so I'm simply going to guess and say the pilots were 19, which puts them all at 23 in this fic. Treize I've settled on as being 32 years old.
*Feedback*: Of course!! Constructive criticiscm only, though. NO FLAMES.
A/N: Well, so much for having this chapter up on time either. No internet for two days sucks. And the stupid thing I just realized got rid of my italics. So to fix that, italic words or phrases shall be framed like this: *word*. Enjoy!
~*~Part 3~*~
Lady Une shook her head as she reread the file in front of her. An irritated growl left her throat as she shut it and pushed the envelope away. *'Dammit people!'* There were days she seriously wondered at the wisdom of having the Gundam pilots as field agents. Them being there meant that anything her lesser qualified agents couldn’t do, they could simply pass on, and her five would make sure it still got done.
Fucking pampered bastards. It also meant that when the pilots were away, hell almost always broke loose among the Special Ops.
She sighed, and rubbed at her temples. Leave it to them to also come up with an issue they really and truly couldn’t work through on their own, just when she was trying to give her best boys a rest.
It was with great reluctance and restraint of temper that she picked up her cell and dialed Quatre’s number.
It only took a couple of rings before the 04 pilot picked up.
“Quatre speaking.”
“Hello Winner,” she decided to go the more congenial route than simply ordering him back to headquarters. “How has your trip been so far?
“Wonderful, Lady Une. I’ve never had a better vacation,” he replied.
“Anything interesting happen?”
“Well, we went snowboarding, and Heero fell off the chairlift.”
“Yuy fell off the chairlift?” her voice was incredulous. “How the hell did he manage that?”
“Even he’s not totally sure. All I got from the explanation given was that someone called out something obscene in regards to his ass, and he turned to see who it was, and apparently fell off the lift.”
Une shook her head. Of all the people she’d expected not to get themselves in trouble while on vacation… “Was that all that happened?”
“No. Duo fell and got the end of his braid caught in his boot bindings. Then Wufei ran into him and ended up going down pretty hard.”
The Preventer Commander closed her eyes and winced. “Are they okay?”
“Yea, they’re fine. A couple of bruises, but nothing bad. That night Duo accidentally tripped over Wufei while he was lying in front of the fire, reading. Wufei got hot chocolate spilled all over him. We’re still debating whether or not it was an actual accident, or Duo’s revenge for almost getting his braid torn off. But that wasn’t as bad as what happened to Trowa and me,” he added.
“Do I even want to know?” Une asked.
Already on a roll, Quatre answered her question by telling the story. “Well, me and Trowa snuck out one night for a little skinny dip in the Jacuzzi. I’m guessing Heero or someone didn’t realize we were out there because they locked the door, so we had no way of getting back in, and we were not going to wait out in the cold in our towels. So we went back in the water, only the heat got to me and I guess I passed out. According to what I was told later, Trowa wrapped me in both towels and started banging on the door. He woke Wufei up, and he came out to see what was going on, only to get flashed by Tro, and apparently he didn’t take that too well. He yelled, and Heero and Duo came downstairs and let Trowa in. They’re still teasing him about it, and I think Wufei’s been mentally scarred.”
*‘I would be too,’* Une thought, sorry she’d asked. “Thanks for the, ummm, interesting tale Quatre, but I’m afraid I have to ask something of you.”
“What?” he asked, trying to keep the dread out of his voice.
“I’m really sorry to have to cut into you’re vacation, but I’m going to have to ask you to come back to Headquarters. There’s a mission that came up after you left. I have agents assigned to carry it out, but I desperately need your help in the planning stage. I’m sending a helicopter to take you back to the airport so you can catch one of our planes back tonight. I’ll send you back to Trowa and the others on Christmas Eve so you can spend it with them.”
“There’s no one else who can help you, ma’am?” Quatre questioned, likely already knowing what the answer would be.
“I’m sorry, Quatre, but no. Be ready to be picked up at 21:00 hours,” she replied.
“Yes, ma’am,” his voice was emotionless and professional. She hated doing this to him.
“I’m truly sorry Quatre. If anyone else could get these guys out of this mess I wouldn’t be bothering you. But I promise to have you back there by Christmas Eve,” Une said regretfully.
“I understand, Lady Une. Thank you for at least letting me still have Christmas with everyone.”
“And thank you, Quatre. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I’m going to have someone drop you off at your house, and then I want to see you at work bright and early. We’ll work our butts off to have this whole thing done hopefully between the night of the 23rd, and midday on the 24th.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready to leave,” he said.
“See you tomorrow Quatre.”
She disconnected the call, and dropped her face into her hands. Oh, this was a bitch. Sitting back up, she regarded her vidphone for a moment, and decided to get her mind off of disrupting her pilots’ vacation by making a personal call she’d been meaning to make for over a week now.
Dialing the number, she calmly sat back and waited for it to connect. After a few moments, it went through, and she was greeted by the bright blue eyes of the Lightning Count.
“Hello Zechs.”
“Lady Une, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”
“How’s married life treating you?” she smiled.
“Oh, fine, fine. Honestly I don’t know why people act like getting hitched is such a bad thing. It’s really quite enjoyable,” he grinned.
“Until Noin gets fed up with your appetite,” Une quipped. “Or decides she wants children.”
“She’d better not!” Zechs looked thoroughly horrified.
“Oh just you wait. She’ll get there, and then it’s doomsday for you,” the Lady grinned, enjoying watching him squirm.
Zechs shook his head at her teasing. “Are you calling just to torment me, or was there something else you wanted?”
“That, and I wanted to speak to Treize.”
“You wanted to WHAT? Treize died, what are you talking about?” Zechs was shocked.
“Oh, please. Cut the crap Merquise. I know full well you’ve been keeping him hidden the past few years, and enough’s enough. Especially when Noin and he start calling my Gundam pilots,” Une glared.
“Since when are they *your* Gundam pilots?” Zechs grumbled.
“Since they joined the Preventers and are now under *my* command. And I’d appreciate it if you’d go get Treize now. I’d like to speak with him before I skin you both for keeping me in the dark.”
“Oh, fine,” Zechs got up and moved away from the screen. A few moments later he came back, a very startled Treize Kushrenada in tow.
“Lady Une,” he said, looking for once completely unsure of himself.
“Treize, it’s good to see you alive,” she couldn’t help the grin that came unbidden to her face, while she tried to combat the tears that threatened to fall.
“I suppose I owe you an apology, for letting you think I was dead all this time,” he looked truly sorry, and she couldn’t find it in her to stay mad at him.
“I understand why it was necessary, but could you do me a favor?”
“What?” he asked.
Une smiled. “First of all, don’t shut me out anymore. You’re my friend, and I’d like us to stay that way. And second, will you come have dinner with me tomorrow?”
Treize grinned, a relieved and pleasantly surprised look on his face. “I won’t, Lady. And yes, I’d love to have dinner with you.”
“Good. There’s something I’d like to ask you, aside from catching up on old times,” she said cryptically.
“About…?”
“That’s for tomorrow. And I have to go now; I have work to get done. I’ll meet you here at Preventer Headquarters,” she replied.
“Um, Lady Une?” he spoke softly, as if unsure.
“What is it?” Une frowned.
Treize gave her a weak smile. “Are the Gundam pilots going to be there?”
Une shook her head, “Ah, not really ready to meet them again, huh? I don’t blame you, especially after the way Yuy reacted to your call.”
He looked surprised. “You knew about that?”
“Yes, and I apologize for anything uncouth that he might have said. Yuy’s even more protective of his pseudo-family now than he ever was before. Especially since he and Duo have started dating.”
Treize shook his head. “01 and 02, huh? Doesn’t surprise me. And have 03 and 04 started dating as well?”
“Yes,” Une smiled. “The only one of them not currently attached to my knowledge is Wufei.”
A wistful look came to the former Epyon pilot’s eyes. “I see. But you didn’t answer my question. Will they be there?”
“No,” Une shook her head. “Well, you might run into Quatre, but out of the five he’s probably going to be the least volatile about it. I sent all five to a winter resort in the Alps for Christmas. I had to call Winner to come back here because we have an issue, and I need his help. He’s going back the moment it’s resolved, so he can be with his boyfriend on Christmas Eve.”
“I see. Well then I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. 18:00 hours, then?”
Une nodded. “That’s fine with me. See you then, Treize.”
“See you then, Lady Une.”
As she terminated the call, Une couldn’t help but smile as she thought of seeing her old friend again. But that smile quickly became a scowl as her mind flashed to the look of longing in Treize’s eyes when she mentioned Wufei.
*‘And from what I overheard, he contacted Yuy specifically to try to find Chang. But if he was simply rivals with Chang, he wouldn’t have looked like that when I said he was still single…’*
She sat there mulling over it for a while. Treize never looked that way unless one was talking to him about someone he cared for deeply. Even then, he’d have to love them more than anything else in this world for the mention of them to garner such a look from him. She thought back to the war, and all the battles she’d seen between him and Wufei.
The way they treated each other with more reverence than anyone else. The way his eyes had lit in horror when he’d discovered the air supply to Chang and Maxwell’s prison had been shut off, and the pilots almost suffocated. How different he was when speaking about the Chinese pilot, as opposed to the other four, though she had to say it was very well hidden, and only noticeable to those who knew him.
The answer smacked her full out in the face.
He loved him. Treize Kushrenada was in love with Chang Wufei!
It made perfect sense. Why else would he give up his chance to live anonymously and unbothered by anyone who might still hold a grudge against him just to contact the pilot again, knowing how the others might react?
Why have such a wistful and longing look when Wufei’s name was mentioned?
Then her conversation with Chang himself flashed in front of her mind’s eye, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she mentally replayed his words again.
*“I lost someone dear to me just before Christmas while the war was still going on. I guess I still miss them, that’s all.” *
That sullen and withdrawn look on Chang’s face every time Christmas came around. The fact that you could never find hide nor hair of him on December 22nd, the day Treize supposedly died at the hands of the mobile dolls. And afterwards, he was more introverted and almost shy until around New Years.
Her hand flew to her mouth, as if to keep the laughter bubbling up inside of her from spilling forth.
He returned Treize’s feelings.
Now little oddities Treize had developed during the war made perfect sense, as well as his unorthodox treatment of Pilot 05.
This time Une really did laugh out loud.
Treize Kushrenada and Chang Wufei. She shook her head in amusement. Who’da thought? They were the masters when it came to hiding their personal lives. And oh but this was the greatest stunt either had ever pulled.
And from what she could tell, even after four years of separation, their feelings for each other had stayed the same.
Suddenly another realization came to her, as she remembered the word’s she’d overheard Heero growl at Treize. She hadn’t meant to overhear, but she’d been walking past and when she’d heard Treize’s name she couldn’t help but stop and listen.
Heero had told him Wufei had moved on, and that he shouldn’t disrupt his life again. Knowing Treize he’d take it as meaning that Wufei no longer wanted him, and Heero, being totally ignorant of the situation, had unintentionally done his friend a great disservice. No wonder Treize hadn’t wanted to see them again.
She shook her head sadly. Such foolishness from people who were supposed to be so intelligent.
Her grin returned as she began formulating plans in her head, and looked through her address book for Noin’s cell phone number. Treize was going to be in town tomorrow, and she’d be damned if he left before they straightened this whole mess out. With Wufei still grieving as badly as he was, he wasn’t really as effective as usual. Oh, he’d get the job done, but there was no spark, no fire in him. And as for Treize, well, she wasn’t going to let her dear friend suffer if it could be helped.
~*~TBC...~*~
A/N: Well, another one down. I'm shooting to have all of the chapters uploaded by New Years Day. There will be seven, in all. And please do let me know how I'm doing. That part with Quatre recaping his and Trowa's little mishap in the hot tub I was a little iffy on. But then again Quatre's a very honest and open person. And he was unconcious, so the embarassment's really Trowa's, not his. Thus I figured since half of the story's just him parroting what the others said happened, it might not occur to him to keep it to himself until he actually said it. *Shrugs* That was my logic, anyways.
Okay, enough babble.
To Kurai: ROTFL, I totally agree with you there. Shuichi syndrome only works for Shuichi, and I'm a sucker for trying to keep these guys as in character as I can possibly get, and keep them there. OOC for me only happens when there's no other way to make the plotbunny work. And even then I hate it. But ya, for that I figured a few tears were acceptable. After all, four years of dreaming Wufei would still be his, and living for that dream, then it's ruined. But thank you, and I hope you continue to enjoy it.
The next chapter will be up later tonight, but in the meantime please drop a review. (I'm not begging, I hate begging.)