Content Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy, Stupidity
Writing Time: 30 minutes
Note from the Author:
Here's a little one-shot short that I had originally planned as "chapter 1" of such and such, but I am a tad too lazy to carry on a series. So, read on, and please enjoy my first "Blissful Ignorance" one-shot.
Disclaimer:
No I don't own Gundam Wing, or it's characters, so please stop asking. Everytime I remember that I <i>don't</i> own them I get depressed, so give a guy a break, alright? </i>
<b><i>When We?re Together</b></i>
Wufei Chang exited the building, hands in his pockets, and began heading towards a little restaurant just a few blocks downtown. Cringing slightly in the cool wind, Wufei continued to ask himself what the hell he was doing.
<I>?Please go, Wufei. You go every year, why stop now?? Sally Po questioned, her eyes never leaving her comrade?s face.
?That is precisely why I am not going. There is work to be done, and no time to waste on silly, meaningless reunions,? Wufei answered without looking up from his computer. Sally walked over to him, leaning her arm upon the top of the monitor.
?You are going, that?s an order. As a Preventer it is our job to prevent anything that might lead to a conflict. Seeing as you are about to go off and meet with Miss Relena Darlian, Vice Foreign Minister of the New Alliance, it seems that her safety is now under our jurisdiction. So, with the official crap out of the way,? Sally smiled, leaning down to him. ?Get going,?</I>
Wufei shook his head, going it over again in his mind. He was <I>not</I>, by any means, a pawn of that woman or the Vice Foreign Minister, but there was nothing in the world he hated more than a whining woman. So, yanking his jacket from behind his chair, he left to go join in on the once-a-year ?reunion? Miss Darlian had all but forced him to go to each year. ? Maybe there was something he hated more than a whining woman?
Wufei found himself at the restaurant in moments and seated outside at the usual table. As with every year, he was the first and got to enjoy a few minutes of solitude. Or, so he had hoped.
?Wufei!? A voice called out, a voice to bright to be allowed. Taking as long as possible to turn his face and look around, Wufei caught sight of bright blue eyes and brilliant blonde hair. Quatre Winner, God help us.
At exactly 1 o?clock, not a minute late or early either way, Quatre had arrived at the table and had stuck out his hand to Wufei. Inwardly cringing this time, Wufei gave it one, concise shake and then released the bouncing ball of positive energy. Quatre sat down at the round table one-chair space from him, and Wufei silently thanked God.
Quatre?s eyes stayed on Wufei as he smiled, leaning forward a bit. ?So, Wufei, how have you been?? The blonde placed his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together. He then rested his chin upon his hands inquisitively, and Wufei had to look twice. He got the strangest feeling of deja? vu?
Wufei shrugged. ?I have no complaints. Have you? been in any newspapers recently, Winner?? He asked, for his own sake. He knew that if he did not at least make an attempt at conversation, the ex-Sand rock pilot would begin to babbly on <I>endlessly</I>.
Much to Wufei?s surprise, Quatre?s ears turned a slight pink, the blush slowly creeping into his face. ?W-what? Um, nope, no newspapers. Why do you ask?? He stuttered. Wufei raised an eyebrow.
?What is wrong with you, Winner? You seem nervous,?
Quatre shook his head. ?N-no! It?s just a little? hot out here, that?s all,?
Wufei continued to stare at him as if the man had gone mad. ?What is wrong with you??
?Oh my God it?s Quatre Raberba Winner! I can?t believe it?s really him!? a shrill, high-pitched voice screeched. Quatre?s face turned, panic stricken and now a deep crimson, towards the sound of the voice. Wufei?s head turned immediately as well, before he could stop himself.
Standing just a few feet from them was the gushing Duo Maxwell and the mercifully silent Trowa Barton, his hands in his pockets. As Trowa moved towards the table, Duo followed him, clutching a magazine to his chest and issuing a bad impression of a crazed fan girl. ?Oh, you are even hotter in person!? Duo screeched again, causing several people to glance their way.
Quatre banged the table, glowing the color of an apple. ?Stop it, Duo!? He whispered, glancing around. Trowa took the seat between Wufei and Quatre, while Duo sat on Quatre?s other side, still holding the magazine to his chest. Finally Quatre?s eyes fell upon it, and widened.
?That?s not-? he began, but Duo cut him off.
?You looked just <I>lovely</I> in the Times, truly,? he said, still mimicking a woman as he waved about the magazine. Seeing Wufei look at it almost curiously, Duo tossed it across the table, out of reach of Quatre?s reaching hands.
?You haven?t seen Quatre?s debut? Where have you been, Wufei?? Duo said, his voice now normal. Quatre, upon seeing Wufei catch the magazine, had buried his face in his hands.
Upon the cover of Times sat Quatre sitting on a backwards chair, his elbows upon it, fingers laced, and chin upon his fingers. <I>That explains the deja? vu?</I> Beneath the serious-faced Quatre read the title: ?This Year?s Most Eligible Bachelors, Almost Too Good to be True!? Wufei didn?t even bother to read the other titles; he simply tossed the magazine back to Duo.
Duo caught it with a smile. ?Ah come on, you got to admit that that was good. Cheer up, Quatre; you are the Number One Bachelor of the season! Hilde has the cover of this thing pinned up at work!? he laughed, smacking Quatre on the back.
Quatre looked up at him mercilessly. ?Did you have to scream like that? And did you have to bring the stupid thing along with you!? Quatre whispered furiously. Trowa simply looked on, silent, but one could almost see the hint of a smile.
Duo laughed again. ?Of course I did! Who do you think I am??
?An idiotic scrap metal boy who has nothing better to do than stare at pictures of former Gundam pilots?? Wufei answered before Quatre could respond.
Duo threw the magazine back at Wufei, aiming for his head. ?Actually, Chang, I <I>do</I> have something better to do. I am getting married, ha!? Duo smiled triumphantly, crossing his arms over his chest. Both Quatre and Wufei, yes even Wufei, allowed their mouths to drop. Trowa remained motionless.
?Are you serious?? Quatre asked, breaking into a smile.
?I can?t believe it. You actually <I>asked</I> a woman to sew herself to your hip forever? You?re a fool,? Wufei said, crossing his own arms across his chest. At Wufei?s comment however, Duo?s face darkened a bit. Quatre noticed the change.
?What is it, Duo??
His eyes now avoiding anyone at the tables, Duo mumbled something under his breath.
?What was that?? Quatre asked.
?She asked me!? Duo grumbled again, once again silencing the table. And then Wufei erupted.
?She asked you! You are even less a man that I thought! When are you getting your white dress?? And, to everyone?s surprise once again, Wufei laughed. Duo grinded his teeth, clenching a fist.
?Listen, just because you are yanked around on a leash by <I>your</I> little Miss Sally Po doesn?t mean-?
?You had better shut your mouth you braid-headed idiot,? Wufei growled, standing. Duo stood as well.
?Braid-headed? Look who?s talking! You have the hair of an 8-year old girl, nice ponytail!?
?You damn well know that- ?what the hell are you talking about my hair for? At least I have balls-?
?Yeah, but when is Sally gonna give ?em back to you??
?You pussy-whipped bastard!?
And in a burst of curse words and yells, Wufei and Duo had lunged at each other over the table, landing right in the middle of it. Quatre had all but fallen on the floor, his chest racked with laughter. Trowa had back up, but was chuckling with his eyes closed.
?Stop yanking that!?
?Then remove your hand!?
?Woman!?
?Who are you calling woman! Watch that hand!!?
?I wouldn't touch that, Wufei. You have no idea where it?s been,? a calm, steady voice finally interrupted the ruckus. Wufei and Duo had frozen, there eyes flashing to the speaker. Wufei was on top of Duo, one hand holding tight onto his braid and the other at his throat. Duo?s hand also held Wufei?s throat while the other was clenched into a fist, aiming at his chest. Quatre, upon seeing who spoke, had now, finally, collapsed on the floor laughing. Trowa opened his eyes.
Standing before them, his hands at his sides and the lovely Miss Relena Darlian beside him, was Heero Yuy. None of them knew how long he had been standing there, and Wufei truly did not care. Wufei and Duo, after the initial paused, turned to look back at each other and released each other immediately, scrambling back to their places on opposite ends of the round table. Quatre was now up from the floor, with Trowa?s help, and slowly starting to breath again.
Duo sat in his chair, grumbling, and cradling his braid. ?And why the hell are you so late?? He asked the pair. ?You know how Changie gets when he is hungry,?
?You want to say that again-? Wufei began, but Relena stepped forward and cut them off.
?Well, in any case, I am truly famished as well. Let?s get something before even Trowa decides to cause a scene,? Relena teased gently with a smile. Heero followed her to sit down, taking the seat between her and Duo. And then, finally, after a round of drinks were ordered, the ?reunion? began.
