Windows to the Soul

Dislcaimer: Oh how it pains me to have write that blasted word. *glares at word “disclaimer”*

Wufei’s POV

It must have been nearly an hour since he had worked himself to bloody fists and slumped against the wall staring blankly at the wall. He was suddenly thankful for the sturdy house, anything less might have had serious damage by the time he was done. The combination of Shinigami working the chains bolted into the floor and Wufei going free-style on everything else would have brought a lesser house down in shambles.

One thing kept circling his mind. Ironically enough it was the same thing that was going through it just a week ago, yet this time it had a more dastardly meaning.

Duo was gone.

He was replaced by Shinigami.

Wufei was truly and well fucked.

He knew in the back of his mind that he couldn’t do this alone and now he had proof.

He moved cautiously across the room to check Shinigami’s pulse and found it strong and steady. Next he checked the wound on his temple that was now caked with blood. It had bleed heavily leaving trails of more caked blood that had traveled down Shinigami’s cheek chin staining the priest collar that he always wore, a distant part of Wufei’s mind told him he should be ashamed of himself for striking a man who was bound in chains, it was simply dishonorable. The other part of his brain told that part to suck it up and grow a pair.

After he was done checking Shinigami over he meticulously went over each and every link and bolts of the only thing keeping him from escaping all while trying to figure out the best way to contact the other pilots. He needed to contact Heero first, because he was the only other one who was just as strong as Wufei and had the necessary equipment to help restrain him.

He decided to try the com link in the truck he had hijacked. It was the most reliable seeing how his portable link had broken during his stupidity flight when Shinigami had thrown him across the room when they first arrived. The only other choice was his Gundam and that sure hell wasn’t an option since it was still safely hidden three hours away. He trudged up the stairs not at all looking forward to the conversation he was going to have to endure. Yuy was going to be pissed. Luckily he would have plenty of time to calm down since he was halfway around the world in another safe house with Barton. Steeling himself for a berating and cussing out that he deserved he crossed the living room and then barren kitchen subconsciously noting that he will need to ask one of the pilots to make a supplies run because the food was running low.

He was working out exactly what he was going to say when he opened the back door and a fist connected with his jaw, the last thing he saw before blacking out into unconsciousness was the look of pure rage on the face of the one and only Perfect Soldier.

Gods all bless the fact that Wufei had a hard head. Seriously, if Heero Yuy punched any other person in the would it surely would of shattered something and if that didn’t than the impact of hitting the concrete floor of the kitchen certainly would of finished the job.

Wufei slowly sat up groaning silently as he cradled his jaw feeling the large bump that had risen. He looked around surmising that he had been out for about 10 minutes since he was still on the floor. Seeing a pair of boot encased feet he looks up. And up, and up and up. Meeting the calm gaze of the only pilot who would warrant such neck craning, Trowa Barton.  Wufei blinked a little surprised to find him here; he opened his mouth and croaked out.

“Barton? What are you doing here?”

A cool gaze was all that answered his question, and a twinge of guilt caused Wufei to grimace. “Right. Stupid question.” He said derisively. He looked around noting shadows in the kitchen and frowned.

Seeing the frown Trowa smirks jerking his head to the clock on the kitchen wall.

Astonished Wufei’s jaw drops and a loud moan escapes at the sudden movement. He cradles his jaw again staring at Trowa who was still smirking which struck Wufei as an odd sight because nothing about the way he was holding himself that could be termed amused.

Trowa easily meet 6 feet, his arms crossed over his chest tightly drawing attention to his wiry  frame corded with muscles that lived up to his Gundam’s name of Heavy Arms. A normal person would be resting such height against the counter top, but no Trowa’s anger kept his back ramrod straight and his posture so perfect that even Master Wan would have nothing to lecture about. He flicks his head and if Wufei hadn’t already been holding his jaw it would have dropped again because that flick of the head moved aside the legendary uni-bang of lion tawny hair revealing two pools of emerald ice.

Let’s re-emphasize that.

If you could take the biggest ice berg in the coldest spot in the Artic and drove to the middle of that ice-berg it would still pale in comparison to the look in Trowa Barton's eyes. There was no word that could possibly describe the gaze that was leveled at Wufei. Surely there was nothing colder than that look. But it seems that Wufei was wrong again because the owner of those eyes spoke and even though it was perfectly warm in the kitchen Wufei felt like he was dunked into the very ocean he had been previously referencing to.

“It has been three hours since Heero knocked you on your ass, and I have been standing here the entire time waiting.”

Wufei swallowed hard. “W-why?”

Trowa knelt down so suddenly with the animal like grace that only he seemed to posses, that Wufei jerked back instinctively. “Because you deserved it and I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

Just as suddenly as he had knelt down, Trowa was standing upright and walking away saying causally. “Heero is downstairs in the basement but if I were you I wouldn’t get within arm’s length of him again.” The man of little words disappeared out of the kitchen leaving the ice icicle that used to be Wufei behind on the floor.

It took Wufei several moments to get his limbs to work right before he could lever himself off the floor. If for some insane reason he didn’t believe Trowa, or the clock, his body would be more than happy to prove him wrong. It was stiff and sore and he had to put a hand on the counter to steady himself as the room tilted slightly making him think that maybe he had a concussion which wasn’t really that difficult to imagine. It was as if his head was waving a sign around that said "Heero Yuy has been here". If anyone were to ask why Wufei was slowly moving across the rooms and down the creaky stairs to the basement when he had plenty of reasons to hurry to make sure Shinigami was still chained to the wall, it would be met with a curt reply that he was just too damn sore to move any faster. Of course he would never say it was because he was dreading facing Yuy.

When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs he forced himself to stand up straight and lower his hand from his aching jaw and walked into the room proudly. He had reasons for what he did, even if he couldn’t really tell you what they were. He did, however take heed to Trowa’s advice and stopped several feet away from Yuy who was standing in front of Shinigami feet braced apart his arms loosely at his side, the smirk on Trowa’s face widened indicating that he noticed it too. Heero didn’t look up from his watch over Shingami as he entered, which Wufei was mildly thankful for. Wufei glanced at Shinigami giving a slight breath of relief seeing he was still unconscious slumped down in the same position he had left him in hours earlier, a small blessing.

Wufei took a deep breath whispering so not rouse him. “Yuy you need to understand that I had my reasons for not telling you that we escaped.” Wufei was proud of the fact that his voice didn’t waver. “I don’t have to answer to you, although I will admit that I might have deserved you punching me.” Trowa snorted and Wufei sent him a glare. “As you can see, I have everything under control.” That was obviously a lie, but Wufei had save face somehow.

Heero turned slowly and looked Wufei levelly and he found himself forcing his body to /not/ step back. Heero’s face was blank and his eyes were mocking, his voice matching his eyes as he asked in a normal volume voice.

“Why are you whispering? He has been awake the entire time.”

A/N:: Well my pets here we go again! But the plot thickens! How did Heero know that they were still alive? Where is Quatre? How can they help Wufei bring back Duo? What really happened to make him break? Why aren’t they all naked and mud wrestling? Isn’t there a massive orgy with whipped cream coming up? Why is the world spinning? Can’t the sky be green and the grass blue just for one day? Does the perfect man actually exist and is he willing to marry me? Wait… I think I got a little distracted for a moment. Maybe just a little. Anywhoo stay tuned for what happens next!  Reviews and ratings gets cookies!