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Holiday Tribute: Valentine's Day	By : Sancta Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gundam Wing

A Valentine�s Tribute

Rating: R

Pairing: 1x5

Summary: Chang learns the hard
way that maybe some Holidays don�t need to be hated. (Un-beta�d)
Wufei hated red. It reminded
him of split blood. He hated lovey- dovey mushy signs of affection. It
reminded him of being constantly alone, numb, void, empty, hollow... But, what
he truly and most importantly, hated most about Valentine�s Day was the
fakeness of it all.
No wonder the dumb, happy,
peace-filled, morons loved it. They got to run around smacking people in the
face with their bouquet of roses, and block up the sidewalks with their three
mile long line to the Godiva Chocolate store� because giving chocolate and
roses was the optimum of love. It made Wufei want to gag, or was that the cold winter
breeze that was trying to freeze him from the inside out as he tried to shuffle
back into the Preventer�s building.
Either way, it was fake, all
of it. They should just ban the damn holiday period. After all, it was a
statistically proven fact, that most couples broke up the weekend after, fed
their poor unsuspecting pets their left over chocolates and then carted them
off to the vet to get their little stomachs pumped.
Yes, that�s what Valentine�s
day was equivalent to, hospital visits for poor, defenseless, unknowing pets,
that have to suffer through their dumb, happy, peace-filled, moronic owners sad
,stupid, attempts to jump through unrealistic grand jesters� loops to please
someone who will only leave them three days later.
�Happy Valentine�s Day�

�Happy Valentine�s Day�

�Happy Valentine�s Day�
The elevators doors closed on
the echoing voices screaming their word vomit across the lobby. Completely
unprofessional. He sighed. He should have known better to venture outside to
get lunch on such a day. But, it was necessary to eat something in order to
take the medication. Medication Sally INSISTED by taken every six hours with
food and lots of water or he would be carted back off into the deepest and
darkest part of the Infirmary, and left there.
Wufei stared into the smooth
steel doors. Body sore and achy, throat burning, eyes tearing, nose red and
puffy; sick. Sick and stuck in the office filled with the dumb, happy,
peace-filled, morons with their bright red heart streamers dangling around their
cubicles and tip-toeing off to sneak their stupid �Secret Cupid� gifts to
other fellow morons.
The doors slid open and he
swiftly staggered his way back to his office. Merciful that no one hindered his
path, probably because they were all using their lunch break to run around
picking up roses and chocolates, he opened his office door, place the lunch on
his desk and shuffled out of his coat.
It was as he was turning to
hang his coat up that he noticed something out the corner of his eye. Something
like Yui walking by with a bouquet in hand?
He checked his head and neck.
Yes he was a little warm. Must have been a delusion. Closing the door, he sat
down, started to slowly shuffle the warm soup and salad from the bags and
arranged them properly in front of him. Good. Away from all the noise, all the
red, all the stupid people and their sad jumping acts through grand jesters�
loops. No more fakeness.
He opened the cabinet
draw, took out the sealed bottle water and the medication with only a
bright yellow sticky note on it for a label. -
WARNING: Take with FOOD and
WATER. Two EVERY six hours. WILL cause DROWSINESS. Sally.
- Rolling his eyes he
confirmed the time, popped two in his mouth, swallowed with a heavy dose of
water and followed it instantly by forkfuls of his warm grilled salmon salad.
Quick fingers slid the wireless keyboard over so that he could start pulling up
the necessary files. Finally some peace. Even with all the aches, it was worth
it, to be back at his desk, working, being useful and needed.
He was about to take another
bite when the phone started ringing. Cautiously, because no one called him
other then Une, and that wasn�t Une�s number glaring up at him, he picked up
the phone.
�Chang�

�Yui?�

�I have an emergency. Be at my
place at seven. I�ve cleared your schedule for the next three days. Pack
light.�
Dial tone.
Perfect. A mission, most
likely recon, because Sally wouldn�t clear him for the field for at least
another week. But it was another reason to feel useful. Pushing the salad away
he started updating the files in front of him. He had to finish this quickly so
that he could head home to pack and be at Yui�s on time. A small smile
fluttered across his face, his eyes narrowed as he tried to focus.
Very slowly he noticed that
no matter how many times he blinked, or rubbed, or narrow his eyes, he couldn�t
focus. Time for a break. He took a swallow of the water, it was lukewarm He
went to take a bite of the salmon, it had gone cold. Yuk. He checked the time.
Only an hour had passed, so why was he so tired� and hot� Hands checked his
neck. Yes, a fever was in full swing. Wufei didn�t feel like this the night
before when he took the pills. Then again he did have a full meal last night.
He brought the pill bottle to blurry eyes.
And froze.
The pills Sally gave him were
capsules, right? Little white and blue capsules. The pills in the bottle
weren�t. They were little, white pills. How could he have made such a stupid
mistake! He felt his world tilt. Stupid fucking Valentine�s Day. If he
hadn�t been so annoyed with all the stupid red decorations and the dumb, happy,
peace-filled morons who ran around smacking people with their roses�
Standing on shaky legs, with
blurred eyes, and a burning fever he slowly made his way to his door. He was a
gundam-pilot after all. No stupid holiday was going to kill him, maybe the
unknown pillows he swallowed� Turning the knob and opening the door -
�HAPPY VALENTINE�S DAY AGENT
CHANG� The bright bubbly voice of their dumb secretary shrieked while pushing a
bouquet of lotus blossoms in his face.
- He fell back; falling down
to his heavy carpeted floor. Groaning he tried to turn over, to get up, to
curse at her for doing something so stupid. He could have killed her if his
reflexives weren�t so compromised at the moment, but his head was spinning, and
his body achy, and the carpet felt so good, and his eyes didn�t have to see the
bright red streamer tied to her wrists if he closed them.
Wufei groaned again and
promptly passed out. She giggled and flipped open her phone, fingers dialing a
familiar number fast.
�Guess what? He loved them so
much he fainted! It�s so sweet.�
TBC�
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