There are two kinds of blindness

Chapter six;

An inconvenient order

Zechs placed down their plates filled with macaroni and cheese on the small table in the kitchen before he sat himself down next to the grumpy, young preventer.

The boy hadn’t said a word to him ever since he fell out of that couch. Wufei hadn’t even looked at him while he spoke.

He sighed and took a bite, then another, but then he had to force himself to calm his voice before opening his mouth and endanger their entire meal.

“It’s not poisoned.”

The boy next to him grunted, but he didn’t make a move to reach for the light silverware. He simply sat there with his hands resting on his knees, staring at the end of the table with anger screaming from his face.

He wanted to go home. At least there he wouldn’t find a man that would do everything in his power to humiliate him.

“I didn’t fight you this morning when you didn’t eat all of that food Sally had prepared for you,” He growled. “Didn’t I tell her to stop nagging you about you not eating?!”

Wufei turned his gaze away. So, the man had done one good thing during his whole stay here, that wouldn’t change a thing.

“Chang,” The blond man’s voice warned.

But the boy next to him just turned his head further away from the blond man’s face.
Zechs sighed again. The youth was obviously upset about something again.

He was right, Wufei wasn’t happy at all. He hadn’t been ever since that stupid massage. If he could re-make that even stupider mistake of agreeing to it he would gladly do so, and he would say no, with the largest letters he could possibly find. Just the fact that he had made the other agent laugh at him when he really did fall out of that couch was enough for him to start another war alone.

It was Zechs fault that he fell out of that stupid couch! And then he mocked him for falling and hurting his calves!

The man really had some nerves…

Wufei didn’t like being laughed at, and he certainly didn’t approve of being made fun of either!

“Wufei,” The tall man grabbed his chin and forced his face to his. “You have to at least eat some of it, it’s quite good actually.” He let his hand drop from the younger agent’s chin to take another fork filled with food to his mouth. “Hmm, good.” He said chewing. “See?”

Again Wufei turned his head away from the man.

“Chang,” Zechs warned. “If you don’t eat by yourself I will feed you.”

For a moment Wufei lingered his blind gaze on the table, then he reached one of his hands to find his plate.

Zechs smiled. The boy had actually taken his threat seriously.

That smile didn’t last long though. The second Wufei’s small hand found the plate he pushed it away. He knew he was childish, but he wasn’t about to do as he was told just because Zechs needed to have that kind of power over everybody. There really was no need for the man to help him, carry him around like some helpless onna. He could do that himself!

....

okey..

Maybe he needed a little help..

But the tall monster could at least give him a notepad or something! He wouldn’t feel as lost if he could express his anger somehow in words!

He heard Zechs growl again and then his plate was placed back in front of him.

“Chang, stop with this childishness of yours. You have to eat or Sally is going to snap my neck.”

“…hn.” He managed to press out, and he was very proud of himself for being able to do so. He really wished he could get his speech back, everything would be so much easier if he could snap back at the man every time he felt like showing him verbally how weak he was.

“And then she’ll force you to sit in one of those baby chairs and she’ll even put a feeder on you!”

“..mng…” It wasn’t supposed to be ‘mng’! How hard could it really be to say two simple letters?!

“My god, you can’t still be mad at me for accidentally touching our penis,” He said angrily. “I thought you said you weren’t interested in males, than that shouldn’t have bothered you,” He paused, thinking shortly over what he just had said. “Or maybe that’s were the problem lies. Maybe you do like men. Maybe you wanted me to-”

He had barely caught the fist that flew his way before it would have made contact with his cheek.

He smiled maliciously.

“So you do like men.”

Wufei pulled at his arm, but Zechs wouldn’t let his wrist free.

“Well, I can hardly blame you for liking me, who wouldn’t?” He chuckled at his own words, he knew that the boy probably was boiling with anger already but he couldn’t help himself. “I mean, I know I look good, there’s no denying about that, and I do have a body many can merely dream about. Even you have to admit to that.”

Wufei growled and tried to disconnect his hand from Zechs’s. If he just could get his hand free, if he just could hit the man once...

He didn’t need Zechs to keep teasing him about it. And he wasn’t interested in him.
Or his body, but because he was angry and flustered his face had become a little redder and of course Zechs had to take that as a token that he did feel something.

“That might even be the reason to why you’re so mad at me all the time,” The man snickered. “Because you’re afraid what would happen if I got too close to you, if I touched you.” With the words came a light caress over his flushed cheek.

Wufei would die a happy man if he could hit the man just once, just one time and he would be satisfied. He would stop after that one time.

Really, he would. But unfortunately the tall blond still had his hand clasped around his wrist.

“..no.” He managed to cough out.

“No?” The man actually sounded surprised. “No, as in you’re not interested in my body, or, no as in you’re not attractive to me?” He teased condescending.

Wufei growled and pulled his arm free.

“I… I ha…ha.. yo..” Disappointed with himself he turned his whole body so that his back was to Zechs.

“Chang,”

He shook his head, there wasn’t one good reason why he had to keep listening to the other man.

“Wufei,” Zechs said harshly and laid his hand on the boy’s shoulder, forcing him to maneuver himself back as he sat before. “Listen, you are going to eat, whether you like it or not. If you don’t you’ll never get to walk again, is that what you want? To stay crippled for the rest of your life?”

Wufei felt a sting in his heart and battled away the hand that lay over his shoulder.
Then he turned his face away again.

“I will feed you.”

He didn’t move.

“Fine.”

He heard a fork scrape against the plate and then he felt one of Zechs arms around his waist again, he tried to wheedle out of the hold but ended up with his back in the man’s lap instead.

His mouth clamed shut and he started shaking his head in violated turns. He didn’t want to be feed like an infant, but Zechs didn’t care.

The tall blond muttered a curse and moved his hand to his chin, forcing his mouth to open.

“Don’t forget to swallow.” And then he pushed the fork inside, and the second it left his mouth Wufei spat out the food and then he freed himself by elbowing Zechs’s side.
He fell to the floor, pain shooting through his body as his backside was pressed to the table’s legs. He groaned aloud in pain.

At the same time Zechs pushed his chair back and bent down to help the boy up. He hadn’t meant for him to come to any harm, but he had to eat.

But when he pulled the youth’s back to his chest Wufei started twisting and kicking his legs to escape him. A movement that sent even more pain through the young agent.
“Chang!” Zechs growled and turned him around, which he shouldn’t have done because the next thing that happened was that Wufei finally got his chance to punch him.

Well, it wasn’t a right hook. Nor could it really be called a punch either, he had slapped Zechs right across his face.

Then he froze, realizing what he had just done.

Zechs didn’t speak. And for a while he was just as still as the boy he still had in his arms, but then he growled and dropped him, not caring that that would cause the Chinese boy more pain than falling against the table’s legs.

Then he left the kitchen without a word.

The blond man stomped into his bedroom slamming the door after himself. His hand had already picked his cell phone up and was dialing Lady Une’s number even before the slam of the door had shaken the wall.

“Yes?” A tired voice muttered.
“I can’t do this anymore!” He screamed at her. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to find somebody else to torture! I’ve had it!”
“What?!” Her voice answered in the same loud tone.
“I said I had enough!”
“Zechs, it’s only been-”
“Maybe you didn’t heard me.”
“Yes I heard you, but I have also already told you-”
“No! He’s a-”
“An annoyingly, mean, arrogant spoiled brat with an enormous stick up his ass and a deluded mind. Yes I know what you think of him, but he can’t really be so bad?”
“No, he’s worse.” He mumbled. “I’m going to pack his things and then I’m driving him to you,” He paused. “Or to Sally because she’s over here all the time anyway.”

“Zechs.”
“No,”
“Just,” She hesitated. “Whatever happened, it can’t have been that bad?”
“Une, please...”
“Just go back to him, pick him up and force him to sit in your lap for awhile. It always works on children, so it should work on him too.”

“Are you insane!”
“People have said so, yes.”

Zechs groaned.

“Find somebody else, please.”

“Marquise, it’s an order. Go to him, hold him until you both calmed down. Then you the two of you ARE going to talk.”

“HE IS MUTE HOW-”
“He’ll manage, somehow.” She chuckled. “Be nice to him, if you change so will he.”

She waited for a response, one that Zechs apparently wasn’t going to give her.

She sighed.

“If you’re nicer to him he’s going to start wonder why, and then he’s going to spend less time fighting with you and more to figure out why, Then he’s going to realize that you aren’t trying to hurt him. Trust me. I know these things.”

“How can you be so certain of this?” He pressed. “How do you know that he won’t rip my-”
“Do not finish that sentence! And anyway, I don’t think there is much he can do in his condition.” She actually dad the decency to laugh at that. “Think of him as Treize,”

“You really are crazy! There is no way-”

“For God’s sake! I’m not telling you to seduce him!” She laughed. “He could probably rip something off if you tried that, even in his condition. All I’m saying is that if you try and be nice to him, he will eventually stop being... a brat as you so kindly labeled him as.”

She laughed again.

“And if that doesn’t work Sally packed a few, very light sedatives. They won’t make him sleepy, just too tired to argue about each and every little thing.”

“You’re telling me to drug him?”
“No, just give him one in the morning if he wakes up on the wrong side.”

He growled.

“I can’t do that.”
“I thought you couldn’t handle him any more?”
“No, but-”
“Who knows, maybe he’s just like that because he’s in pain. He isn’t taking anything for the pain is he?”

“No.”

“Then I think you should give him at least one pill before he goes to bed tonight.”

***


Wufei heard the bedroom door slam shut and then Zechs voice. He was practically screaming over the phone. He felt sorry for the person on the other side of the line.

Even though he couldn’t male out much of the tall blond’s words he had a pretty good idea of what they were. ‘Une, if you do not come here and pick that brat up right away I will toss him out on the street and let him find his own way home.’

It might not even be such a bad idea.

He pulled his arms in under his chest and pushed himself from the floor high enough to reach the edge of the counter with one hand.

Zechs didn’t need to find him still lying on the floor when he came back, if he were to come back tonight. He didn’t need to give him another reason to laugh at his weakness.

A pained moan slipped through his lips when he tried to level himself up. He couldn’t...

He couldn’t even reach up with his other hand without wincing in pain. His body was heavier then he had thought it to be.

... He couldn’t pull himself up...

He groaned in frustration, or pain, he didn’t really know. Maybe it was a bit of both?

Or a lot of both.
His breathing got heavier and he had to force himself to let go of the counter and slide back down on the floor.
Zechs was still talking with somebody in the other room, but he wasn’t screaming anymore. It seemed that whoever it was, he or she managed to calm the man down.
Wufei closed his eyes for a second. It was his fault. He hadn’t meant to slap him... Punch him, yes. But a slap?!
Then the door opened and Zechs came back, heisting. Wufei could tell from the lightness of his steps, and the fact that the man seemed to pause every now and then. Not really knowing if he should go back into the kitchen or not.
Wufei heard a small sigh and then Zechs walked into the small kitchen.

“Are you hurt?” He asked before sat down beside the small Chinese.
“..no.” Wufei answered, voice betraying him just a bit too much.
“Hmm.”

Zechs rose and gently picked the small boy up.
“No, don’t move.” He said when Wufei was trying to get out of his hold. “I’m not letting you down so you can just stop it.” He mumbled right before he sat down in the large couch, still with Wufei in his arms.

“Whaa.. I..” Wufei tried to lift himself from the man’s lap, but Zechs pulled him down just as fast.

“Une said we needed to talk.” He said after stifling a curse, but after that he didn’t say anything.

He didn’t know what to say. Or what to do anymore...

The silence had been stretched for almost a minute when he felt the boy in his lap relax and even letting his head fall back against his chest. Apparently he had grown tired of trying to get lose.

Zechs chuckled. What do you know, Une had been right.

But he still didn’t know what to say, or where to begin. What did Une want them to talk about?

And it was kind of nice to sit like that.

The warmth...

The feeling of somebody else...

Oh God how I miss you Treize...



To be continued^^