Reality's Fantasy

By DragonMage

Notes: I wanna keep this fic shounen-ai--and that would be a first since I always write yaoi for long fics--but I think I might end changing it to yaoi...*sweatdrop* Is that good or bad? Anyway!! Comments are totally appreciated for this little thing! Again, this is for Enigma as a thank you gift for his Gifts arc/book/whatever.

And I know it's been a month since I last came out with a chapter to this fic. Shit, time goes by fast. *Azzie looks depressed* But yeah, it took some time to get this one out since, well, it was hard...

"Who can give law to lovers? Love is a greater law to itself."

---Boethius, De Consolatinoe Philosophiae, bk.III, 12, 47

Chapter 2

The music blared through large speakers that came from almost all directions of the large mansion. The main room was filled with people from the local high school and even those from outside of town. Syliva Noventa knew plenty of people and she were always more than happy to cater to them occasionally with a wonderful party. She didn't do it often since most of the parties involved too much beer and the cops being called, but other than that it was always something to attend.

Wufei was currently standing at the top of the hallway, looking over the railing at the mass of bodies dancing to the pulsing music with drinks in their hands, bobbing their heads up and down, making themselves dizzy and sick. It had only been two hours into the party and already half of them were drunk and some were passed out. Those were the ones who couldn't take the alcohol that was being passed to them. There were cans of beers for those who wanted to have some alcohol and then there's the punch--which is spiked. That menat no one could get away from the party without feeling a little too happy and loose unless they stayed away from the food table all together. Which was a very unlikely thing.

Dangling from his slim fingers was a plastic cup of red punch. He had yet to drink it since he didn't want to be come inebriated immediately. He wanted to stay as sober as possible so he didn't end up missing half of the party. He had left his car at home, telling Meiran that he would be at the Noventa party. His sister had merely told him to have fun and give her the car keys. He had done so, without much protest, since he knew she would take care of his car and come back with it perfectly fine. He guessed Meiran was probably going to drive down to Griffith and TP the head cheerleader of Griffith High School's house. His sister had a real grudge against cheerleaders since one decided it would be fun to throw a fry at her. That cheerleader never did manage to get her nose straight without some surgery.

"And what are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be down there, dancing?" a familiar, somewhat quiet voice asked behind him.

Wufei turned and smiled at his boyfriend. "I will be, later. Right now I just want to watch everyone get sick." He placed his drink on the banister. He didn't notice when his elbow bumped against the drink, thus tipping it over and falling over an unsuspecting passer-by. A shrill shriek was lost into the steady beats of the music pounding against the walls from the pure force of them.

Trowa chuckled and slid up behind Wufei, wrapping his arms around his smaller body. He rested his chin gently on the top of his boyfriend's head and started rocking side to side a bit. "You smell nice."

"I took a shower before I came here. Where are Heero and Duo?"

"In the some bedroom making out."

"Ah. I thought so. When will we be seeing them?"

"When they run out of air or when someone else decides they want to use the room as well."

Wufei chuckled. "Wonderful. We won't see them for a while." He turned in Trowa's loose embrace and smiled up at him. "Having fun?"

"I got to hear some jocks joke about stealing Griffith's mascot--again."

"Meiran's over there, TPing a cheerleader's house," Wufei remarked.

"I hope she doesn't scratch your car."

"Naw. I think she loves it as much as I do."

"That's true enough. Well, after I got to hear about the tenth time those jocks stole their mascot--I kinda feel bad for the pig--"

"I thought it was a boar or something."

"--pig. I overheard that the head cheerleader got an eye job. Is that possible?"

"You don't know these days."

"She also got a boob job two years ago. I always wondered why that set of her was bigger than the rest of her..."

"I hope you weren't wondering *too* hard," Wufei drawled.

Trowa smiled. "Never." He leaned over and kissed Wufei gently, deeply. He absolutely loved the young man in his arms. He hadn't told Wufei that yet, though, because he was afraid the Chinese teen didn't love him back. He knew Wufei cared deeply for him because they were best friends earlier in life and now boyfriends. But love was probably a whole new level in Wufei's mind. He knew Chinese people weren't especially affectionate with each other--public or not--and Wufei was really an exception. What if love was something Wufei didn't believe in? Trowa had known Wufei's parents for almost as long as he could remember. They were more like partners than lovers. They never hugged or touched or smiled at each other but were civil, polite and respective. There were so many differences between their two cultures and Trowa was nervous that it would get in the way of loving each other.

"What's wrong? You seem a bit out of it," Wufei murmured against his lips. He had sensed Trowa's suddenly change in mood, even though the kiss had never changed. Trowa was worried over something.

"Just thinking," his boyfriend murmured in reply.

"Thinking? If thinking is making you worry, maybe you should stop," Wufei suggested impishly.

Trowa smirked and started tickling him. "Do you think you're such a smart ass?"

Wufei laughed and twisted in Trowa's embrace, unable to tear himself away. Finally he gave in and fell against Trowa, gasping breathlessly through his laughter. He smiled and suddenly snuggled closer to Trowa, wrapping his arms around slim waist.

"Seriously. What's wrong? You feel tense," he said softly, looking up to meet emerald green eyes soft with affection. He loved it when Trowa looked at him like that. It made him feel as if he was the most important person in the world to him.

"Nothing, really. I'm just worrying over nothing. Why don't we go down and start dancing? We'll avoid the drinks until we're really thirsty, okay?" Trowa suggested as he started tugging Wufei towards the top of the stairs.

"All right. But if there is going to be a designated walker, it's you. I am *not* going to carry you ten blocks down to your house," Wufei said, shaking his head.

Trowa chuckled. "All right, all right. I'll try and stay as sober as possible. Happy?"

"Not really, but it'll have to do," Wufei sniffed.

Trowa shook his head and pushed Wufei down the stairs. "Just get moving and we can start dancing." He smirked and gently slapped Wufei's bottom as he followed.

"Hey! Who gave you permission to go down there?" Wufei demanded playfully.

"It's a boyfriend right," Trowa deadpanned as they reached the bottom and began to weave their way to the dance floor.

"A boyfriend right? Does that mean I get to do it too?" Wufei asked, batting his eyes innocently. He held out his arms invitingly and Trowa slid into them, resting his hands on Wufei's hips while Wufei wrapped his arms loosely around his neck. They started dancing.

"Only if you don't hit too hard," Trowa said, smirking.

"Mmm...Not too hard," Wufei acquiesced. "Unless of course, you're masochistic." His dark eyes danced with impish delight at *that* suggestion.

"No. I like pleasure, not pain."

"What if I can make that pain pleasurable?"

"Are you a closet sadist, Wufei?" Trowa murmured silkily.

"Yep," Wufei chirped, his lips quirking in amusement. "Whips and all."

Trowa laughed. "Whips? Kinky."

"Yeah. Soft leather...Very useful for tying someone up," Wufei said, nodding knowingly. His expression was utterly serious--if it weren't for the fact his eyes were dancing with contained laughter and his lips were just *slightly* curved.

"Hmm..." Trowa looked a bit thoughtful. "Maybe I'll let you tie me up some day and we'll test your skill."

Wufei's eyes widened at that suggestion and he couldn't stop the rather, er, suggestive grin from blossoming. "Really? You will?"

"One day."

"Tonight?"

"One day."

"Tomorrow?"

"*One* day."

"Trowa," Wufei groaned, "I'm going to die of frustration if you do this!"

Trowa laughed and many couples turned to stare at Wufei at *that* comment. He merely smiled and winked at them. They rolled their eyes or smiled before turning back to their previous conversation, before the couple interuppted them.

"You're not going to die of frustration. You can be patient, can't you?" Trowa asked softly, tone soothing.

"Sure, if I was thirty! I have a sixteen year old sex drive, what do *you* expect?" Wufei pressed himself closer. "But if you really think it's worth it to wait--"

"--and I do," Trowa interjected.

"--then I will," Wufei finished.

Trowa smiled and pulled him in close for soft kiss. "Believe me," he said quietly when they pulled apart, "it can wait. We're still young. Don't you want to be more committed before do that?"

"How much more commited do you want?" Wufei shook his head in amusement. "We've known each other and have been best friends since kindergarten. I've seen you through the Tooth Fairy, Satan Clause, broken limbs, fights, girlfriends, *boy*friends, when you first got drunk, got high and when first crashed Cat's car."

Trowa winced at the last one and quickly decided to divert this conversation. "You still call Santa Clause, Satan Clause?"

"Don't try to change the subject!" Wufei protested. Then he pouted. "And yes, I still call me Satan Clause. I mean, how can *anyone* think that a 'jolly' old man in a red fat suit is gonna bring presents to your house? There's no such thing as magic so he probably has a nice set of keys to break into peoples' places!"

"Wufei, he didn't mean to scare you when you four..." Trowa pointed out, trying desperately not to laugh at his boyfriend's strange little quirks and fears. Wufei had told him the reason why he was so afraid of Santa Clause when they were about twelve. Trowa, naturally, had been surprised his best friend was afraid of Old Saint Nick. Or at least until Wufei told him of the time he sat on Santa's lap and the man playing Santa startled him by breaking out in 'round, hearty laughter'. Wufei declared it had sounded like a monster out to eat him when he was a child and quickly punched Santa in the stomach and ran. Ever since then he had a distinct dislike of Santa Clause, declaring him evil.

"But he did! And he works for the devil. That's why he's big, red and scary!"

"You're sixteen, he can't be *that* frightening anymore..."

"Oh, what do you know of childhood trauma?" Wufei demanded, but he was smiling, knowing that his fear was silly. But he couldn't do anything about it so he was going to stick to his idea that Santa was evil. Besides he was too old to change his beliefs *now*!

"Not much but I do know that you've got to face Santa Clause one day."

Wufei gave his boyfriend a dirty look. "I'm not going to sit in his lap. I'm too old for that! I'm gonna break something in those knobby legs."

"Break who's knobby legs?" a familiar voice asked.

Trowa looked over Wufei's head. "Hello you two, finished your make out session?"

Duo smiled and brushed long bangs out of his hair. "Yeah, well, someone else needed the room."

Wufei turned in Trowa's loose embrace on the dance floor. "Really? Who?"

"Sylvia's brother," Heero said, shrugging. His hair was also looking decidedly messy. The kind of messy that was incredibly sexy because it was obvious someone had been running their fingers through it while doing something...else much more fun.

"Well, there are more fun things to do than make out."

Wufei looked perplexed. He looked up at Trowa. "Really?"

Trowa rolled his eyes. "Yes, Wufei, there is."

"Like what?" Duo asked, his eyes dancing in amusement.

"I am not going to have this conversation. Why don't we get off the dance floor?" Trowa glared at the couple that had jostled him and Wufei from behind. "I think we're getting in the way."

"I need something to drink," Heero agreed.

"That's only because Duo sucked--" Wufei began.

"Wufei," Trowa warned, dragging his some what perverted boyfriend over to the table of food laid out against the side of the large living room. Everything had been shoved aside or placed somewhere else temporarily, allowing other pieces of furniture and the bodies of the party-goers to occupy the spaces.

"I really don't know what's wrong," Wufei drawled as he accepted a glass of punch--his last cup disappeared somewhere--and sipped slowly at it. "Just because I point out some obvious facts--"

"Things that sometimes don't need to be voiced," Heero cut off. "You've always been blunt. I see that hasn't changed."

"Why change something that's good?" Wufei asked, smirking.

Duo laughed and downed a whole cup of punch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm glad *someone* is appreciative of my personality," Wufei sniffed.

"That's because he's as bad as you," Heero noted.

"I am not bad," Duo and Wufei protested at the same time. They looked at each other and grinned.

"Well, not *too* bad," Duo acceded.

"I'm only bad when I'm drunk," Wufei added.

Suddenly the music stopped around them and Sylvia was standing at the top of the stairs. She was dressed in a simple black dress and her hair was pulled back in a simply ponytail. Her friends were surrounding her and she was holding a bottle of beer.

"We're going to have a spin the bottle game soon. Anyone who wants to join in, come into the den," she announced over the small din.

Some people cheered and a majority began to make for the den while others resumed whatever they were doing before the interupption. Most of those who stayed behind already had someone to kiss or talk to, the other small fraction were those who just didn't feel like joining in on the fun of swapping spit.

"So," Duo said, eyes dancing, "want to join in?"

Trowa shook his head. "No, thank you."

"Yeah, his lips are mine only." Wufei had a smug posessive expression on his exotic face, his body gently leaning against Trowa's.

"Come on, Heero, let's leave these utterly devotes to themselves," Duo said, laughing as he dragged Heero in the direction of the den.

"I really don't see the point of this, I mean, we have each other don't we..." Heero's mutterings were lost as he and Duo disappeared into the loud, cheering room.

Wufei stared at the doorway for a moment. "I think Duo likes kissing too much."

"Mmm...That's because Heero's like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Meaning, both Duo and Heero are gonna remain virgins until they're married," Trowa said, smiling. He pulled Wufei's drink from his hand and placed it down on the table. "Let's go outside. If we're lucky everyone will be playing spin the bottle and no one will be outside."

"Make out session?" Wufei asked hopefully as he docilely allowed Trowa to pull him through the hallways and twists and turns of the large Noventa home before they came to a mesh screen door. Trowa pushed open the door and they were outside on one of the side patios in the back of the house. It was thankfully empty. The door swung closed behind them and Wufei leaned easily against the white banister, staring off into the darkness.

Trowa moved up behind him and slid his thin arms around his boyfriend's slim waist, clasping his hands and holding him close against his chest. He rested his chin gently on the firm shoulder he had kissed man times and rested his head against the soft silky hair of his love. He absently notced that Wufei had pulled it back into a ponytail. That was a pretty reasonable decision since the heat was sticky, but he still liked it better when the feather soft hair was loose and framed the smooth, golden oval face.

They stayed like that for a long time, just enjoying each other's presence and touch in the warm night. It wasn't unusual weather where they lived and they were used to it. Winters were warm and summers were even warmer. Winter was dropping away as April fast approached and soon they were going to be in for another heat wave. Soon it would be time to hit the public swimming pools or driving for hours to reach the beach just to cool down.

Wufei smiled slightly as he remembered the time they--minus Duo since he hadn't moved to town yet--had went to the local pool. He had been dating Heero at the time--sue them if they got into a relationship at a young age. He remembered making a smark remark--not an unusual thing--and ended up being thrown into the water by both Trowa and Heero. It was only months after that incident he broke up with Heero, mutually, and hooked up with Trowa. <So many things can happy in such little time. It's only been so long since we were all fourteen and starting high school. One more year and we're out of here. Going to college or whatever strange destiny we have laid out for us.>

"What's wrong?" Trowa had noticed the sudden tensing around Wufei's shoulders and back.

"I'm just thinking about the future."

"Again?"

"Yeah."

"You shouldn't, you know. You always get so upset."

Wufei shrugged. "I just don't like being unsure about what I'm going to do with myself in the future."

"You'll do fine," Trowa said confidently as he tightened his arms around Wufei. "You're going to graduate with honors, a Valedictorian, and you're going to get into all those colleges you dreamed about. Your SAT scores were wonderful, Wufei. They were higher than anything that has been seen at RHS for a while. You're gonna do fine."

"I...I guess," Wufei agreed reluctantly, hating to admit to his fears. "But...What about you, Trowa? I know you're not really sure about going to college." He lifted his face and looked up at Trowa's pale features. "What are *you* going to do?"

Trowa smiled and leaned down to give Wufei a soft peck on the lips. "Hey, don't worry about me. I'll do fine. Maybe I'll get a job as a mechanic or something and then you can come by with your car and flirt with me behind my boss' back. How does that sound? It'll be just like all those stupid romance movies except there is no heroine."

Wufei snorted softly. "That's a silly image."

"What? You don't like me in a blue mechanic's shirt with the sleeves torn?" Trowa asked teasingly.

"Oh no. That image brings many good feelings but I just don't...I mean..."

"You don't want your boyfriend to be a loser," Trowa finished for him.

Wufei whirled around in Trowa's arms, looking horrified and pissed off a the same time. He hated it when Trowa put himself down. "No! I mean...No! Trowa, you are *not* a loser!"

"Then what are you trying to say?" Trowa asked quietly. His green eyes were serious yet distant as he looked down at Wufei.

"I'm trying to say," Wufei said slowly, stressing his words,"is that you should at least think of some sort of future outside of this town." He reached down and entwined his right hand with Trowa's. "You know we're all planning to get the hell outta here when we can. In fact, my parents might move after me and Meiran graduate since they wanna be closer to LA where most of the real work is going on. I mean, this town is great and has been a safe place to live and grow up, but it's time to spread our wings."

"You have a case of wanderlust," Trowa murmured as he lifted their hands and kissed Wufei on the knuckles. "I know what you're trying to say and I totally understand it. But I just can't seem to get myself to care about college or anything like that. My life has never been privileged like yours is, Fei. I don't think we have the same doors open."

"If you're worried about getting money for college, there's always financial aid and scholarships. I bet Cat even has some money put away for your education..." Wufei trailed off, not knowing what else to say because he already saw something close to resolution in Trowa's eyes. He felt something inside of him deflate. "You're not gonna try, are you?"

"I'll try, for you."

Wufei sighed. "I want you to try for yourself."

"Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. As long as you're trying." Wufei tried to be cheerful but it was hard. He wanted Trowa to have some sort of passion about his life and his future--well, aside from lions, knives and the circus. He knew Trowa loved working there and he would do anything to make Trowa happy but he had his horrible feeling that, one day, Trowa might return to the circus and then they wouldn't see each other anymore. If Trowa was accusing Wufei of wanderlust, he was just reflecting something that was already in himself.

"I'll try. But, honestly, do you think any self-respecting college will accept someone like me? They'll probably tell me the clown college in a street down that way," Trowa said almost bitterly.

"Trowa...Damnit, don't *be* like this!" Wufei exploded. His head dropped against Trowa's chest, telling his boyfriend that he really *wasn't* angry with him but just a little ticked off.

"Why are you so worried?"

"You know why."

"If you're worried about never seeing each other again, we will. I--" Trowa caught himself.

"You...what?" Wufei asked hesitantly. He raised his head and looked up at Trowa. His boyfriend looked a bit distressed at the moment. He smiled slightly and reached up to place his hands on Trowa's chest."What? You love me? I love you too, you know. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be like this. That's what my mother tells me. She says she doesn't give a damn about any other kid in the world, only about me, and that's because she loves me."

Trowa, to put it mildly, was stunned. He had never expected this. He loved Wufei and he was more than ready to wait the rest of his life to hear what Wufei had just so easily admitted. But, suddenly, the world just seemed lighter, happier and he was ecstatic, to say the least. He suddenly felt as if he could do anything and everything. And all because a certain, small Chinese boy loved him.

"Do you know how...happy you've just made me?" he asked huskily as he leaned down and captured Wufei's lips to his own.

Wufei purred happily from the back of his throat and reached up to wrap his arms around Trowa's neck and shoulders. He stood a bit on his tip toes, deepening the kiss. He absently cursed his certain height problem but it quickly meant nothing as Trowa lifted him and sat him down on the banister of the patio. He gasped softly and smiled before opening his mouth to Trowa's teasing assualt.

They broke the kiss softly, their lips still lingering against each other. Wufei closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and staring in Trowa's eyes, chips of deep emerald green that made his heart raced every time he took the time to really *look* and see the beautiful person behind them. His heart ached and he felt as if he couldn't possibly get closer and more intimate with Trowa than actually physically joining--something they haven't done yet to his utter disappointment. Then maybe this horribly/wonderful ache would fade away for a moment, maybe it would stop tormenting him...

And then he'd probably have to find another way to connect with Trowa another way. He knew, deep inside, that he and Trowa were soulmates. Sometimes being away from the handsome young man felt like he was missing something *very* vital to himself, a part of himself that couldn't possibly be parted from him yet it was and it made him weep inside. There were times when Trowa were away for a while, visiting the circus when they were in town and left with them for a few days or maybe on a school field trip that took him away for a few days. Wufei remembered those times were the worst and he always made sure to be with Trowa on the field trips unless he was totally unable to go. Then he would sit at him with Heero and Duo and suffer in his self-inflicted misery. He sometimes wondered if Trowa felt the same. That at times it felt like the only way to make the seperation better--even when they were only a few inches away from each other--was to crawl into each other's skin and be one. Of course that was crazy--not impossible but then they'd probably end up dead--and he always made sure to keep his thoughts to himself.

Wufei lifted his hands, hands that were loosely folded with Trowa's, and looked down at the slim, artist's hands. He smiled fondly as he remembered when Trowa got his first flute. It was a requirement that all seventh graders take up an instrument in music class. Wufei had picked the piano since he already knew how to play from seven years of lessons. Heero had chosen the guitar. They had all been mildly surprised when Trowa picked such a...effeminate instrument such as a flute. But he showed them when he started playing it. It was beautiful, more than just music. It touched some deep part in everyone and people always loved to listen to Trowa played in the music room during lunch and after school when they all practiced. That and there was also the curious way Trowa learned. He couldn't read music sheets no matter how hard the music teacher tried to teach him. Instead he just listened to Wufei and Heero practicing the piece they were working on for a moment before he picked up the tune and started playing it along side with a skill that would make *any* professional deeply jealous.

"What are you thinking about?" Trowa asked. He loved the small, sweet smile that was pplaying along Wufei's soft, coral pink lips at the moment.

"Remember when you got your first flute?" Wufei asked, lifting his chin and tilting his head to the side a bit.

"Yes. You all teased me about it. I really found nothing wrong with a flute," Trowa said a bit defensively.

"Well, I don't either, now." Wufei's eyes lit up. "Maybe you can become a musician or something. You're very good and I have no doubt there'll be plenty of people who will be willing to hire you once you get out of college."

"College?"

"Music scholarships, Trowa. Don't be dense." Wufei smiled. "So, what do you think?"

"I think, I'll think about it."

"Argh! You're impossible!"

"It's part of my charm."

"Oh, that's right," Wufei agreed sarcastically.

Trowa raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "What time is it?"

Wufei sighed. "You *always* change the subject." But instead of complaining about his boyfriend's tact, he lifted his wrist--thus lifting Trowa's hand as well since they still haven't parted--and read the time. His eyes widened. "Oh shit! If we don't start walking now, we'll never make your curfew."

Trowa groaned. "Great. Let's go."

"We have to tell Heero and Duo first," Wufei reminded him as they walked back into the loud house. They wove through the many bodies in the hallway--some standing and others not. Many drunk and some passed out. They were soon in the living room and headed for the den off to the side. They walked inside, hand in hand, to find that most of the players were still going at it--without the bottle pointing out who should be their next kissing partner. Trowa caught sight of Heero and Duo sitting on a couch making out and tapped Wufei on the shoulder, pointing.

"Hey, you two!" Wufei bellowed through the music and din everyone was making.

Heero broke the kiss and looked over at them, one brown eyebrow raised.

Wufei raised his wrist and tapped at his watch. Then he pointed at the door. Heero nodded in understandment before Duo pulled him down for another kiss. Wufei laughed and Trowa smiled before they turned and left the house. There were a lot of people hanging out in front of the house on the lawn, lounging around drinking or smoking. There were even some couples making out in the darker parts of the lawn.

Once they hit the pavement, Wufei slid his arm around Trowa's waist and leaned against him, his head resting against his shoulder. Trowa did the same except he was too tall to rest his head on Wufei's shoulder but instead just supported his boyfriend. They walked silence for a few blocks, the occasional front porch light and streetlamp lighting their way. Already very familiar with the streets of the town, they had little chance getting lost, even with the lack of lighting.

Trowa looked up at the moon for a moment before looking down at Wufei. "It's a pretty night, isn't it?"

Wufei nodded in agreement even though he was staring at the asphalt. "Yeah."

"Something bothering you?"

Wufei raised his head and smiled. "No. Nothing really."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...I am."

"If there's anything..."

"I know, Trowa. I'll tell you."

They turned the corner of the street in time to see three guys beating down on one. And it didn't look like they were going to stop any time soon.

"Shit," Wufei cursed. He was already running.

"Wufei! Damnit!" Trowa ran after him.

The first guy didn't even knew what hit him before it was already too late and he was laid out on the concrete, unconscious.

"That wasn't smart, asshole," a tall dark haired boy growled before lunging at Trowa who simply side-stepped and slammed his elbow down on the back of his neck, sucessfully rendering him unconscious. Trowa rolled his eyes and knelt down beside the beaten up boy on the floor, checking him over for any serious injuries while watching his boyfriend deal with the third bastard from the corner of his eye.

Wufei toyed with the other boy--someone who was definitely bigger and thought he could use his size to his advantage. Too bad for him Wufei was doing the same thing. He skirted around him, dodging and throwing teasing punches and kicks before he finally got bored and punched the other boy in the nose, breaking it. The boy screamed and tried to hit back but just got air as Wufei ducked and swept his feet from underneath him. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, his head hitting the hard concrete, bouncing once, then finally settled.

"I think I bruised my hand," Wufei said, pouting slightly as he flexed said hand.

"Wufei," Trowa said patiently, trying not to smile. "We have an unconscious boy on our hands. I think that's more important than bruising your hand."

Wufei nodded and knelt down beside him. "You're probably right." He looked down at the boy. He raised an eyebrow. "I know him. He's a new student in my class. Named something funny. I can't remember it. I think he came from England."

"Currently, that's irrelevant. Your house is closer. I say we take him there, patch him up and call someone."

"Let's hope he's carrying a wallet with identification." Wufei helped Trowa lift the boy up--despite being small he did weigh some--and they continued down the street on a hurried pace.

~*~

Bang!

"Oh my god! Wufei!! What have I *told* you about bringing blood into the house? It takes forever to clean away!"

"Shut up, Mei. I don't want to hear it."

"Well you're gonna!"

"Is my Mustang okay?"

"Of course. I wouldn't hurt her."

"Guys! We currently have an unconscious English guy on our hands. *Where* do I put him?" Trowa was looking decidedly annoyed as the twins argued with each other.

"Couch. It's leather. The blood will clean off easily. I just don't know *what* I'm going to do for the carpeting...Mom's gonna have a seizure." Meiran sighed and walked off to get the first aid kit. It wasn't the first time her brother had brought home someone bleeding half to death. She was used to it. Only this time it was a new face. She absently wondered what another deliquent friend her brother had made. He seemed to make a habit of picking up friends that liked to 1.) get into fights, 2.) carry weapons, and 3.) get drunk and into plenty of trouble with the law, school faculty, teachers, school security and other authorative figures.

She came back with the first aid kit to find Wufei and Trowa cleaning up the unconscious blonde with towels from the bathroom. She wrinkled her nose and just *knew* she was gonna end up cleaning those bloody towels. She placed the first aid kit down on the table beside Trowa and the older teen flashed a brief thank-you smile at her before turning his attention to cleaning the cuts and bruises on the body before him.

Wufei grimaced as he took the cotton ball from Trowa and began cleaning at the wound. He knew how much the stuff stung when applied to open wounds and he was relieved that the boy was still too out of it to feel the pain.

"How did you guys find this one?" Meiran asked after watching for a moment.

"On the street. Some punks were beating him up and we decided to step in," Wufei answered easily as he threw the cotton ball aside and picked up a new, clean one. "Meiran, can you go get some painkillers? This guy's gonna start hurting when he wakes up."

"Will do." Meiran got up and left.

"Do you think he'll need stitches?" Trowa asked softly as he bandaged up a cut along the forehead.

Wufei looked the boy over for a moment before shaking his head. "They're all pretty shallow cuts. As long as he doesn't rip them back open while healing, he'll be fine."

"Good. He's in one of my classes as well. I think his name was...Quatre something something," Trowa mused.

"At least we got his first name!" Wufei said, smiling.

"Uugh..."

"He's waking up," Trowa commented suddenly.

"No kidding."

"Here's the painkillers." Meiran appeared and threw them at Wufei who caught them easily.

Silvery eyelashes fluttered for a moment, unsure, before slowly opening and staring blearily up at the white ceiling. Quatre moaned again and tried to bring up his arm to throw across his eyes when a suddenly pain in his left arm flared and he yelped, dropping his arm and moaning painfully. He could hear distant talking in the background and he wondered where he was. The voices were not familiar at all. The last thing he could remember was walking home after going to that Noventa party and then getting jumped along the way. He had seen someone shout something before everything just went blank. Now, the question was: where was he now?

His head lolled to the side. That was when he looked up and saw a pair of deeply familiar emerald green eyes.

~*Owari Chapter 2*~

Yeah, yeah. Don't kill me! I needed to end this chapter anyway. I think it was starting to get long...Anyway! Sorry for the looong delay but I've been as busy as hell trying to get stuff done and I think I'm gonna go insane sooner or later. Preferrably later so I can finish my fics before that! *laughs* Oy...