Back to Normal?

[Scene: GW Common Room]

[Trowa and Wufei are seated on the couch, staring at a bunny. The bunny, wearing a green and white collar, seems very disinterested in what they're trying to work on. Quatre, on the otherhand, is (of course) working on WEI stuff. They all look a little... frazzled.]

Heero: [entering the room, freshly showered] Bunny problems?

[Trowa and Wufei glare at him]

Wufei: No thanks to you.

Heero: [confused] ...

Quatre: Where's Duo?

Heero: [smug] Asleep.

Trowa: [pokes Wufei] You owe me $20. [Wufei scowls but pulls out his wallet]

Heero: What's this all about?

Trowa: We made a bet on what you and Duo were doing last night. Wufei lost.

Heero: You... made *bets* on us?

Wufei: [grumbles] You two *couldn't* stay angry for *one* more day, could you? Noooooo... I had to *bet* that you two were trying to kill each other. Or that Duo was trying to kill *you*. [incensed, he stands up and starts pacing] INSTEAD, you two had to go at it ALL NIGHT LONG, and do you KNOW how thin the walls in Duo's room ARE?! Now besides the fact that I LOST my BET with TROWA, you two SCARED all the bunnies in the QUEUE. Now all YOUR bunnies are back up in the roster, and that means MY FICS won't be written.... AGAIN!

[Wufei, pissed, throws himself onto his favorite chair]

Quatre: [coughs delicately] I... didn't participate in the betting. I'm actually glad you two made up.

Wufei: YOUR fics aren't in the QUEUE, Winner!

Trowa: [changing the subject] How *did* you manage to apologize? I'm rather curious since Duo was avoiding you like the plague.

Heero: [smirking, he pulls a videotape out and hands it to Trowa] Have fun.

Quatre: [leaves his papers behind and snatches the tape out of Trowa's hand] Is this anything like the tape you left for us last night?

Wufei: [interest piqued] I don't know how drunk I was, but I don't remember that night.

Heero: That's because it wasn't us. [everyone stares at him] It was our counterparts... at the Writer's friend's mansion.

Trowa: I was wondering why you were so...

Wufei: ... submissive?

Heero: [scowls] Fuck off, Chang.

Wufei: [with a strange smile] I did.

Heero: [shakes his head] Quatre, will you do me a favor?

Quatre: Hmm? What?

Heero: [holds out another videotape and an address] Can you send this off for me?

Quatre: Is this...? [his eyes widen but a lecherous smile appears on his face] Heero, that's cruel.

Heero: Just emphasizing some differences, that's all. Duo's going to wake up soon, and he shouldn't be alone.

Quatre: I'll do it. [thinks] Is Duo's awakening a solo thing, or can we finally get some action, too?

Heero: [shrugs] It's up to you three.

[Wufei and Trowa share a look]

Trowa: We'll watch the tape later.

Wufei: I've actually missed the braided baka.

[Heero, Trowa and Wufei all retreat to the dorm area]

Quatre: [scribbling hurriedly] Hey! Wait for me! [he shoves the package into the mail drop and runs after the others]

... I say nothing...

i'm squall x zell!

i'm a guy; i like to fuck. okay, so maybe, yeah, we love each other, but geez, i won't go getting all squashy on you.

wanna beer or something?

take the which bishink pairing are you? test,

by tenshi and llamajoy.

:::sighs:::

Will someone *please* thwap Wufei for me and get him to spit out more of this fic? Aoi-chan... it's a giftfic for you. YOU knock some angsty!surreal!firstperson!POV outta Wufei.

Why can I always write the end of a fic, but never the beginning?!

:::kicks her Muses:::

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Face unobscured, Trowa turned and caught Wufei's startled stare. The Chinese boy had to quash his urge to squeak -- or make some such unmanly sound -- as the full-force of Trowa's gaze. Trowa looked so different now, without the fall of auburn hair masking his face. Trowa's emerald eyes seemed all the more intense, especially with two of the glittering orbs looking straight at you. Wufei's mind spun frantically. Had Trowa known he was watching the whole time? Was he angry now? Had he not wanted to be seen? But if Trowa had known that Wufei was witnessing the whole event, why did he continue what was obviously a private enterprise? All the questions and queries and unanswerable discourses flew through the ebony-haired warrior's mind, and Wufei heard himself speak, though he had no idea *why*.

"Why?"

Trowa just stood in the dim hallway, his emerald green eyes piercing into Wufei's onyx orbs. The two boys stood in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, and Wufei feared that he had insulted his friend by asking the question. Trowa turned around slowly, taking steady, graceful steps down the hallway to the sleeping quarters. His tall, slim form was embraced by the darkness, merging easily into their shadowy depths. Wufei continued to sit on the windowseat, pulling the curtain across his shoulders tightly as Trowa's answer floated between them and hung in the thick air.

"Because rain has never hurt me."