Notes: okay, follow up to my v-day fic. This is a rather rough draft, taken that I had whipped it out. Revision will be made sometime in the future. . . and yep, I am back ^_______^ finally moved in. . . getting settled. . . in another week I'll be more online and answering and reading all the fics I missed in my slight departure. . . My page will get another update with lots of yummy stuff, and heaven and hell help me. . . I worked on kage riku. . . part 12. . . is done. Sent to the beta reader today and should be up soon, with part 13 (the end) close behind it. . . and another fun AU/crossover piece someone challenged me to do ^____^

Title: Delight (part 2 of valentine's day fic)
Author: kc-chan
Warnings: nothing much some shonen-ai sap and fluff...
Pairing: 6+5/5+6
Archive: sure, tell me where first. Also at www.wired-dna.net

Delight
~ A White Day special fic ~
follow up to Inconvenience
By: kc-chan

Violet eyes peeped from around the door jam to which behind, the rest of the boy was hidden. They narrowed slightly, focusing in on their target. He was out to find what the hell happened to his friend. . . Even if it was the last thing he did. . . Four slim fingers hooked onto the door frame and a stubby nose popped around it. Blinking once again, he was really wondering if his friend was alright. . . Something seemed, well. . . off.

It had started about a month ago when he had accompanied Wufei to drop off a note. . . It was suppose to be easy, and he had only gone with the boy because, well they were all rather worried about him. Wufei had always been too independent for his own good. Needless to say, after Wufei had sorta betrayed them and kinda not, the rest of them were worried about the mental state of their wayward friend. Quatre reminded them that Wufei did side with them when push came to shove. . . And Wufei had sorta opened up to them, but the Chinese boy was probably getting ready to kill them for their over protectiveness.

But that wasn't the real reason he was worried. . . No. That barely phased him. . . The fact that Wufei had all out laughed when Zechs had left them on the hill, *that* scared the living bejeezes outta him. Maybe Mariemaia used drugs on their Wufei during the Gundams last stand? Wufei was experiencing drug induced moments of emotion control?

Because Duo decided that their Wufei would not be humming, hips swaying to old Italian music, and cooking. No sir, their Wufei would not be in the kitchen cooking unless it was under the threat of Duo Maxwell's home cooking. . . In fact, this had to be a clone. The violet eyed boy was certain now, especially since their Wufei didn't wear worn jeans and let alone t-shirts. . . Perhaps the Chinese boy had finally delved into the deep end of things?

"He's making chocolates, Duo." A sweet soft voice murmured as it passed the him in the hall.

Duo flipped around and gaped, open mouthed at the passing Winner heir. "Just chocolates?" When the Arabian boy kept walking, Duo followed. "Look Quatre, something weird has happened to our resident stick in the ass Wufei. And I want to know what. I mean who randomly decides to make chocolates on March 13th? Hmmmm?"

That's when Heero looked up from his laptop, "White Day." And then resumed typing.

"White what?" Duo asked and looking to Quatre for perhaps a more defined answer than "White Day."

Quatre shrugged. "An Asian holiday perhaps?"

Heero sighed as if this White Day thing was some culture breaking, earth wide ritual that obviously everyone except perhaps Duo Maxwell and Quatre Winner participated in. "Girls give chocolates to the guy they like on Valentine's Day. Then on March 14th, boys give them back in return. Simple, ne?" Sighing once more, he turned back around in his chair to keep at his laptop.

"Oh." Quatre replied.

"Of course." Duo replied nonchalantly. "Heero?"

"Hm?" the Prussian eyed boy responded with out even looking up.

"Would this holiday that I should have obviously known about given my firm grounding in Asian culture and holidays, curtail the same if, oh. . . I don't know. . . Say, hypothetically now, Zechs Marquise gave our Wu-man something. . . On Valentine's Day. You Following? Good. . . So our little Wu-man is going to return the favor tomorrow, right?" Duo drawled out to the rather unresponsive Japanese pilot.

"Hi guys, going out, Duo can lick the bowl, don't wait up, bye!" And hurricane Wufei got out the door and on his bike before the three pilots he had passed got a word in edge wise.

"Bye, Wufei!" Quatre waved before it hit him. "Shit!"

Duo had disappeared and reappeared quickly with a spoon in his mouth and face and fingers covered with homemade fudge. Licking the spoon like a child given candy for the first time. "Wu left?"

Heero nodded, watching the lights from the bike head off. "He's getting better at avoiding us going with him."

Trowa passed by and peeked in to the disgruntled Heero, slightly shocked and bemused Quatre. . . and the scarily soon to be on a sugar high Maxwell. "Glad I put the tracer on him. . ."

"Hn." Heero remarked.

"Maybe we were getting to him?" Quatre asked.

"I think he's gonna go get some from Peacecraft!" Duo chuckled, the whole idea of Valentine's Day and White Day coming together in his mind.

Heero blanched, Quatre looked rather green, and Trowa. . .well he endured but looked somewhat sick as well.

"No!! The blonde!! The twenty one year old sex bomb!" Duo replied realizing his faux pas. Everyone looked much better. . .

Meanwhile. . .

Wufei was grinning and riding faster and faster along the country roads that headed towards where he was meeting up with Zechs. He was somewhat thankful that the blonde wasn't upset it had taken him a few weeks to get the courage to call the blonde prince. In fact, Zechs had sounded almost relieved.

He giggled again. Feeling bubblier than a schoolgirl on a crush, he knew his cheeks were flushed with excitement. Fingers clutched the dragon hanging from the fine silver chain for a brief moment. . . He was going to get through this!

Zechs sat leaning on the hood of his car watching the stars peek out of their space slumber. He had arrived earlier than he had too. . . It was he had just wanted to see the Chinese boy again so badly. . . He had worried after the first week when there wasn't any phone call. . . And was ready to smash the phone in by the second. And nearly died of glee when the boy had called him. . .

He knew that there was a smirk resting upon his lips. . . Why wouldn't there be? He promised his dear friend to take care of the boy. . . And damn it, he was going to follow through on it. . .

Lights and the purr of a finely tuned motor finally came into his hearing and sight. Sitting up, he watched the lithe boy whisk into his view and bring the motorcycle to a complete stop.

"You got here earlier? I hope. . . I hope I didn't keep you waiting. . ." Wufei managed to get out. How come he always became tongue tied at the wrong moments?

Zechs burst into a radiant smile. "No need to apologize. I got here earlier to watch the stars come out."

"I. . .Well. . . Here." Wufei pushed his bronze arms out nervously.

Blue eyes blinked taking in the rather large white box with the oriental patterned ribbons all tied into some complicated bow. He reached out slowly to accept it. "Thank you, Wufei. . . What is it?"

Wufei blushed beautifully, thankful of the evening sky to blot most of his embarrassment out. "Ummm. . . Just open it."

Zechs sighed. "But it's wrapped so wonderfully. . . I would hate to ruin it. . ."

Waving a hand, "I can retie them later. . . Just open it!" the boy pushed both nervous and excited tones.

"You tied them?" Zechs asked in surprise. The boy obviously had many talents other than aiming and killing, but then again wasn't that what drew him to the boy. The multi faced masks this boy wore. . .

"Aa. Just open it!!" Wufei pushed.

Letting out an amused chuckle, Zechs slid the bow off carefully, wondering what the boy could have given him that made him so excited. Lifting the white cover he set it aside. "You got me tissue paper?" the man teased.

Black eyes rolled in exasperation. "Zechs! Open it!!"

The blonde laughed heartily at that. Wufei had whined. "I give." And pushed aside the delicate tissue. His eyes widened in surprise. Chocolates. Dozens and dozens of intricate little chocolates, decorated in absolutely amazing patterns. "Wufei. . . Wow. . .I don't' know what to say. . . You made these?" he asked, catching the boy's black orbs with his.

"Yeah. . . they aren't that impressive. . . I haven't done that in years. . . but-"

"But nothing. . . I should think any chef in Europe would be jealous, Wufei. They are amazing. . . Thank you."

The boy flushed and averted his eyes. "You're welcome."

"Whatever are they for?" Zechs inquired.

Black eyes looked up. Oh, how could he have forgotten? White Day wasn't celebrated in Europe. . . Well. . . It was now or never, and he had to do it before he lost all his courage.

Icy orbs blinked as the delicate boy moved forward in a rush and pushed his soft rosebud lips to his. Zechs blinked and fell into the slight, almost teasing kiss. Wufei pulled back, slightly pink from his boldness and whispered, "Happy White Day."

Zechs opened his eyes and tilted his head to one side. "White Day?"

Wufei chuckled and nodded. "It's an Asian Holiday. . . In return to those who gave you something on Valentine's Day. . ."

"Ah. . ."

Silence stretched for a moment before Zechs hopped off his hood. "You know I got a blanket in my trunk and some wine. How about sitting and watching the rest of the stars come out?"

Wufei broke into a grin. "It sounds like a wonderful idea."

The blanket was laid, and soon the two sat together. The blonde wrapped his arm around the Chinese boy, watching the stars come out. Trading the old myths of the stars, sipping wine from the bottle, and stealing sweet chaste kisses till the sun rose the next morning. . .

Owari.

kc-chan