+ Part 1 (cont)
He stopped suddenly as he headed
to grap the bag lying by her bathroom door, caught at the pictures in
the many frames on her nightstand. Bending down, he picked one up to examine
it. Zechs, himself and her, obviously taken a few years ago. She rode
on his back, piggyback style. Leaves of Autumn flew about them. Zechs
holding him close.
Quickly he settled that one down and picked up another. Grimacing, he
felt something flinch deep in his soul. It was his and Zechs' wedding
picture. Bile crawled up in his throat. Hastily he put the picture down
and recovered the bag and headed out of her room.
Pictures. It made him curious and slightly jealous. He didn't cherish
memories obviously; he didn't have many pictures, just one or two of Meiren,
a few of long gone relatives. Nothing that personal.
Placing the bag by the door, he figured he had a good hour before he had
to leave. Thoughts of doing work left him and he went in search of photo
It took a good twenty minutes of hard searching before he found the fruits
of his labour. Pulling out one of the numerous photo journals, he sat
back on the couch and began to look. He briefly wondered how many albums
could they have, he had supposedly been married only a few years, though
he did remember Zechs saying that they had been lovers for five. Shaking
his head to rid it of THAT thought, he opened the album.
There were of him and Mariemaia playing in the winter. Looking beneath
the image there was a small description. 'Maia and Fei, Winter 200 AC.'
Turning page after page he saw them playing in the snow, building snowmen,
and a few obviously taken by Maia that were either slightly blurry or
askew. Those were the ones of him and Zechs. Fingers trembled slightly,
the open happiness on his face in those images. He had never had that
kind of complete happiness before.
Pages gave way to images of birthdays, summer vacations, seaside holidays,
and other larger holidays. There were others of simple things, things
he had never done, things that were so normal and civilian that he had
never experienced them before.
Pictures of him and Zechs raking leaves up with Mariemaia jumping into
the piles. Picnics in the back yard, the girl's fencing meets, her on
the track team, a holiday party, him and Zechs hanging out with the other
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear he continued glancing through
the many albums before him. A strange feeling of jealous overtook him
when he turned the page of one album to see images from Maxwell and Yuy's
wedding. He knew they had wed where he came from, but he never went. He
didn't care to. Why did he feel upset now? Because they might have considered
him their friend? That they wanted to be friends with him? That they had
tried to make him part of their lives and he pushed them all away?
Or was it because he never experienced love? Was he jealous of this man's
life? He obviously had everything here. A lover, even if his lover was
male, he had friends, and he had memories. He had nothing back home.
What would happen when he went back? If he went back?
Shakily he glanced at his watch, it was time to head off to bring Maia
her equipment. Setting the photo journals back in their respective places,
he grabbed his keys and license and was out the door.
"I can't do this. Can't we just say I'm sick?" The Asian man
bite his lip and glared out the window as the blonde next to him drove
them down the highway.
"I can't believe going out for some beers is making you nervous!"
Zechs replied in good humour. He turned and spared the boy a smile. "You're
afraid, aren't you?"
"I am not afraid." Wufei stated, turning his black inked stare
at the taller man.
"Look I understand that you never communicated with humans unless
it was deemed absolutely necessary where you came from, but it really
isn't as bad as you think."
Wufei controlled his flinch as Zech's hand gently rubbed his knee. "Try
not to touch me."
The boy was not going to ruin his mood. Zechs smirked and stuck his tongue
out at the Chinese man. "Who knows, maybe if we get alcohol in your
system you'll discover the inner gay man in you!"
Grimacing back, Wufei scrunched up his nose at the thought. "In that
case I am not touching a drop of alcohol."
"You do have to drink. You always drink." The blonde mentioned
casually, turning off the highway onto the off ramp.
"I've been sick."
"I thought we were using that excuse for why you aren't getting drunk."
Sighing, Wufei shifted in his seat to face the man driving. "I've
never drank. I don't think I should start."
"I only see benefits from it. You may loosen up, Fei."
"What if I don't want to loosen up?" Wufei countered.
Pulling onto a local road, Zechs downshifted his convertible. "Let's
put it this way, I think you need to loosen up. And I'll make you a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Wufei asked as they pulled into the bar's
Parking and turning off the engine, Zechs grinned at the boy and got out
of the car. "Put down three drinks and I won't kiss you. Maybe."
"MIRI!!" Wufei shrieked, following the man.
"Isn't it too early for you to start the foreplay? We haven't even
started drinkin." Wufei paused in his tracks as a familiar voice
carried an unfamiliar tone of teasing to it.
Swallowing, he held back the cringe as the blonde's arm circled his shoulders.
He was glad for Zechs protection for once. He didn't think it would hurt
to hear such friendliness, to come face to face with what he had missed
all those years.
"Nah, Duo. This is casual flirting, when it gets dirtier than we
get to the foreplay." Millardo joked, giving the Chinese boy a hug.
He was surprised how well the boy held back his natural reactions of disgust.
They had to practice during the week, at least enough for the boy to get
use to another person, let alone another male, touching him. Perhaps the
boy merely saw it as a mission, but Zech's saw it as something else. Potential.
Maybe he was lonely. True he was suffering, but he wasn't going to let
an opportunity to go to waste. Besides, the boy was sharing a bit of the
Wufei managed a smile and nervously tucked a strand of black hair behind
his ear. He wasn't ready for the American to give hum a hug. He barely
remembered to return it. And for a moment, he actually smiled for real.
"You doin better? Zechsie said you were sick?" Duo asked, leaning
back on his lover with a smile.
"Yeah. Nothing much, just the flu." Wufei replied.
"I always thought the point of going to a bar was to drink, not to
loiter." A sweet voice said. All four men turned to look at the Arabian
and his lover in the bar's door.
A female walked up next to them, "You guys gonna come in or what?"
Zechs laughed, walking with his arm loosely around the Chinese boy's waist.
"I thought you didn't get off until later, Lu."
Ruffling the blonde's hair as they entered, she replied back, "Well,
you thought wrong."
"Enough chit chat, let's drink!" The American laughed, heading
off to the bar and ordering the first round of drinks.
Wufei watched as the hours rolled by, the alcohol sang through his system.
He should have listened to Zechs and eaten before they came. The stale
pretzels were not helping his empty stomach by any means.
The warm, low light of the bar. The faces of friends. It seemed so surreal
to be a part of something. To feel a part of something. He had opted to
sit while the others danced to the beat up jukebox on the floor. Zechs
sat next to him nursing his draft.
"You alright? You seem slightly upset, Fei." Zechs ventured,
looking over at the boy next to him.
Turning the tall glass around with his fingers Wufei took his time in
replying. "I never realized what I missed with everyone before. I
never felt something like this. It's confusing, that's all. Or maybe I've
had one too many beers."
"You've only had two."
"That's two more than I've ever had my entire life."
Chuckling, the Sankian man put down a few gulps of his draft. "You
and him are so much alike."
"How can we be? I've been looking through the photo albums; I've
been watching you and Maia, and now this. I can... could never have imagined
"What? Hanging around with other people, having gay friends, having
a daughter, or having a male lover?" The European asked, only slightly
Their conversation was cut short as the American dragged his Japanese
lover back to the table. "If you aren't taking your boy out on the
floor, Zechsie, I will."
Laughing, Zechs stood. "I just wanted to finish my beer, that's all
Flipping his braid over his shoulder, the violet eyed man grinned. "Good.
Next dance is the slow one. Last one to kiss on the dance floor buys the
Wufei swallowed the bile that rose in his throat as Zechs took his hand
and headed towards the makeshift dance floor. "I think we've lost."
Steadying the obviously slightly tipsy man, Zechs grinned slightly. "Don't
be so sure."
"Wha-" His words were cut short as the old eighties song boomed
through the speakers and his partner drew him close.
"Zechs... I can't..." Wufei whispered, as he thought every ounce
of alcohol he had consumed that night hit his system right then and there.
"Sure you can. We already are." He whispered back. It was so
easy to forget that his lover wasn't standing there before him.
Black eyes watched the other couples in the dim light swaying to the sounds
of the melody. Une and her boyfriend, some man whose name he had already
forgotten. Zechs had mentioned that they had only started seeing one another.
Sally and Noin swaying playfully, giggling with the excitement one only
gets when one has too much alcohol in their system.
Quatre and Trowa dancing closely and turning, whispering to one another.
Once in a while catching one another in a hot lip lock. The crazy American
completely subdued as his lover led him in a quite loose dance.
Seeing them so laid back frightened him, terrified him. Yet, made him
wish for the same.
It had only been a week and he was already getting use to so many things.
Had he merely changed places or did he truly combine with the man here
to live in this new time? Yet, somehow the initial fear of being stuck
there forever seemed less horrible now. And the strange warm that filled
him brought him a new happiness.
Millardo watched the emotions play across his lover's face. Leaning down
he tilted the boy's chin up and smiled sweetly.
"Miri?" Wufei asked quietly, slightly puzzled at the taller
man's gentle actions.
Wufei's eyes widened in shock as lips caught his own, a warm tongue slipping
into his mouth. Frantically he silently swore at the older man for putting
him in such a position. Fear and self-hatred over ruled the instincts
of keeping their cover. Wufei yanked away and ran, feeling bile crawl
into his throat once again.
Slamming open the door, he made it to the grass before his hatred poured
out of his system in the form of vomit.
At least eight pairs of eyes had stopped and looked at the Sankian Prince.
"Well, this is going to take a little explaining."
The American broke the stunned silence first by walking slowly over to
the blonde. "Did Fei just... look disgusted?"
"Aa." Millardo replied.
"Dare I ask why, or do I need a few more beers in me and a couch
to sit on?" Duo ventured.
"Why don't you get Heero, Lu, Sally, Quatre, Trowa, and Une minus
her boyfriend over to my place. There's a long story behind this."
The European replied, surprisingly steady.
"No problem, Zechsie. Be there in twenty minutes."
Zechs watched the American walk away and head to round up some of the
other's on the floor. "And Duo?"
"Hm?" Maxwell replied, glancing over his shoulder.
Raking a frustrated hand through his platinum mane, Zechs continued, "Bring
more alcohol, you're going to need it to believe the explanation behind
"Must be one hell of an explanation, Zechsie."
"You couldn't begin to imagine, Duo. You couldn't begin to imagine..."
Shrugging on his jacket and grabbing the Asian's as well, he headed outside
to deal with the boy. "Heaven help me, I'm going to need it now..."
Stepping into the slightly cool night air, blue eyes quickly sought out
the familiar form of the boy. Nodding to himself, he walked leisurely,
trying not to startle the boy.
He opened his car door, tossing the jackets on the back seat and grabbed
the bottle of water he had forgotten in there earlier. Handing it to the
coughing boy, he asked, "You okay?"
Gratefully taking the bottle to rinse out his mouth, Wufei spat a few
mouthfuls out before replying. "Not really."
"For what its worth, I'm sorry. Alcohol hit the head, and I was caught
up in him and not you."
Downing the rest of the contents, he tossed the empty bottle into the
nearby trash. "I fucked up, didn't I?"
"I fucked up too. Sorry."
Shaking his head, Wufei dismissed the other man's reply. "You're
not the only one at fault. I couldn't help it..."
"I know. But it was a valiant effort for only a week. And if it helps,
you were right all along. You can't live your life pretending to be him."
"Just trying to lighten the mood before we enter the red hot gates
"Now what?" Wufei was slightly afraid of the answer.
"I asked Maxwell to grab his lover, Q and Trowa, Sally, Noin, and
Ann and meet us back at our place. Hopefully with enough liquor to get
them drunk enough to believe us." He tried joking with the boy to
lighten the growing dark mood.
"There is no way there's enough alcohol in the country to do that.
We're fucked. No, you're not, I am. They are never going to believe me!"
Wufei sighed, following the blonde back to the car and getting it.
"So we'll go get a padded room at the loony bin together." Closing
his driver's side door and starting the engine, he paused and looked at
the boy. "Maybe we were wrong. Maybe they'll believe us, maybe we'll
find a way to return everything to normal."
"What, Yuy took up Quantum Physics now?" Wufei asked sarcastically.
Chuckling, though it was slightly forced, Zechs replied, "With him,
you never know."
Leaning back on the leather seat as they took off down the road, Wufei
whispered to the man next to him, "I hope they believe us, that's
"Me too, Fei. Me too."
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