Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Gundam Wing or the song "It Wasn't Me" by Shaggy.
Warnings: Shounen ai, silliness, 1x2, 3x4, 5x6x13
It Wasn't Me!
by Seph Lorraine
"We need to talk." The voice was slightly trimmed in aggrivation.
Four pairs of eyes blinked simoultaneously at the Chinese boy, sitting cross-legged with arms folded on the couch. They all then glanced at each one another, and turned away red-faced in anger.
"What is there to talk about?" The American spoke up. It was a rhetorical question, but still a sign of stubborn unwillingness to solve the problem at hand.
Wufei sighed, "What has been going on here? All of you have been acting strangely, and moody, for the last week. One of you is always angry at the other, and I'm sick of cleaning up broken pottery and listening to all of the yelling around here! You're all angry at each other, but I have a feeling none of you have an exact realization of why. So settle this dispute! Now!"
"You're not involved here, Wufei. What should we have to settle?" More rhetorical goodness, this time from the Arabian.
"Justice must not be served blindly! Settle it now!" The Chinese pilot brandished his katana dangerously, and four sets of eyes narrowed-- ech on a different occupant of the room.
"Fine, then." Duo crossed his arms his violet eyes trained on the stoic, expressionless, Wing pilot sitting across the room from him, "But I'm not beginning."
Heero almost scowled, but settled for adding a shitload more intensity to his glare, "Not me."
"Me niether." Quatre adjusted his gaze from Duo to Trowa, who sat before him.
All eyes turned to the silent auburn-haired pilot with only one visable eye, and gravity-defying hair.
"..."
Their eyes turned threatening and prodded him to begin.
He frowned.
"... Well... It all started when Quatre started following--"His quiet voice was cut off abrubtly.
"I wasn't following anybody! I was simply trying to spend some time with Heero--"
"More like 'stalking' him." The braided pilot huffed, and Heero blinked.
"I wasn't even aware." The Japanese pilot began to say something else, but Duo's glare stopped him.
Trowa turned on the stoic pilot quickly, "Yes you did! You were practically dragging him around with you--"
"I didn't want Heero to know I was there-" Quatre cut in, but was cut off again.
"So you call 'spying' on him 'spending time' with him!? What are you, some kind of--"
"Don't you dare talk to him like that, Maxwell." The Heavyarms pilot narrowed his single green eye.
The blond Arabian turned his glare the braided pilot who sat somewhat beside him (at a distance of course), "You're one to speak, you were stalking him just as much as I!"
Duo's face was aghast, "I never-"
"At least he let me know when he was there!" Heero glared at Quatre, who sat diagonally across the room from him.
"Well, who could 'not' know when Maxwell is following them?! He never shuts up--" Trowa intesifyed the glare that flashed through his jade eye.
"I do, too! And anyway, you weren't that good about hiding it when you were following me, Mr. 'I-have-no-sense-of-direction-and-collide-with-every-wall-I-see-Barton'! I mean, come on! I'm not even that clumbsy!" Duo bit back angrily.
Quatre gasped and turned set of shocked and hurt sapphires on the pilot before him, "Trowa! How could you!?"
"Well you were following around Heero, and I was trying to get back at you! I was just jealous!" The pilot with gravity defying hair blushed and looked to the ground.
"Why would you do that?! It's not like I 'like' Heero!" The blond retorted and crossed his arms, pouting childishly -- Heero visably sighed of relief from his seat diagonally across the room. Then something registered, and he blushed as well, peaking back at Trowa through blond bangs, "...You were jealous?"
Trowa was about to speak again to his object of hidden affection, when Duo decided to speak up again, "Ha! Not 'like' Heero? Then why were you following him around in the first place?!" The Deathscythe pilot stood, crossing his arms across his chest, and pinning the Arabian with his violet gaze.
"Because, I noticed him acting strange and I was trying to figure out why he was singing in the shower!" The seeing Trowa's narrowed eyes on the last statement, Duo's widening violets, and Heero's confused blink, he elabourtaed, "I was walking through the upstairs hall and when I passed, I heard Heero singing in the shower. It was odd so I decided to watch him and see if he was sick or something." It was a very understandable explanation. The blond then narrowed his blue eyes at the braided pilot, now standing, "Anyway, why were 'you' following him around, eh?"
By this time, Wufei (whose face was oddly red and sweaty) was bug-eyed in horror/fascination/confusion.
Quatre, now innocent of all charges had turned all eyes in the room upon the frozen Duo, who was beginning to sputter and blush, furiously. "Er... I, uh... Well..." He glanced at Heero, whose prussian blue eyes were narrowing dissectively. "It... It's not the right time... To say exactly why I was..." He turned away from the group, silent.
Around the room, eyes widened in silent understanding at Duo's suddenly perculiar behaviour. All, that is, except Heero, whose face was now stony in impatience to know the answer. He glared fiercely at the braided pilot's back, his eyes a blue flame of 'omae o korosu', while his lips spoke, in a dangerously low tone, "Duo. Why were you following me?"
"Because..." Duo's tense shoulder's suddenly slumped, as the realization sunk in that he would not escape this one alive. He turned, silently, facing the ground and after a moment began to speak, "The reason I was following you is because I..." He lifted his eyes and face from the floor's direction and looked the Japanese pilot dead in the eyes, taking a deep breath, "Because I love you." The deep blush covered his heart-shaped face again and he turned back to the floor, unable to face his teammate's scornful and disapproving glare.
All other eyes were now trained on Heero, whose eyes were wide and body frozen. He slowly ragined access to his motor skills and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off again by the braided pilot.
"--And I also heard you singing in the shower." Duo sat down, slightly peaking through chestnut bangs to see Heero's face. He stiffled a giggle at the look of confusion and shock on his usually stoic emotionless face.
"But I--" The Wing pilot began to speak.
"Yea, come to think of it, I heard it to! When I was following Duo, I passed by and heard it to..." Trowa and all the others turned their eyes to the Japanese pilot, "Say, what was that about, Heero?"
At the head of the room, Wufei was frozen, face red in horror and... embarrassment? His mind reeled in thought, 'Kuso! I didn't know anyone was home! Now they're gonna know... Damnit! I need to get out of here.' Unnoticed by all, he turned, and swiftly made his exit.
Heero stared in confusion at the others before him, "I wasn't singing in the shower. I take my showers right before bed, and all of you are asleep way before then. It wasn't me you heard. Besides, I heard it, too."
Everyone suddenly paused, and a thoughtful silence filled the air, climaxing at the gentle sound of the front door opening and Wufei re-entering to grab the katana, which he had so carelessly left on the couch when he left. All eyes were upon him and he paused as he entered. His face flushed, immediately, and he cast his gaze to the floor.
"This is all of your fault." Trowa's voice was a low growl, as his green eye narrowed at the Chinese boy in the door way. There was a chorus of angry agreements, and before one could mutter a single 'kisama', Wufei was bound, gagged, and tied to the top of the jeep, as Heero (driving, of course), Duo (shot gun, better view of Heero from the front seat), Trowa, and Quatre (in the back seat making out), sped along the highway.
When they arrived at the colony L4 dump, they discarded the Chinese man with several parting good byes...
"Gee, Wufei. You're right! You should never serve justice blindly!"
"Thanks Wu-man, that cleared everything right up!"
"..."
"Omae o korosu."
...and headed back home.
Peace was once again settled upon the Winner estate, current residence to the five --temporarily four-- Gundam pilots, and all seemed good, until...
'Aa, man! There must be hundreds of rooms in this estate, and I just have to share one with 'him'!?' A very nervous violet-eyed pilot jogged upstairs, to get changed and into bed before Heero came in. He slipped into the dark room and jerked off his shirt and jeans, searching through a drawer for his pajama pants and shirt when suddenly the lights came on. He spun around suddenly to see the Japanese pilot, already reclined and ready for sleep on his bed, pulling his hand away from the lamp. His eyes buldged, and he was thankful that he still wore his boxers.
"Aa! What are you doing in here!?" He screeched, without thinking.
The other pilot's prussian blue eyes narrowed on him, "This is my room, too."
Duo blinked, letting the information re-register. "Oh yeah... Gomen nasai, Hee-chan..." He paused at the nick-name. It suddenly seemed like a term of ideal intimacy in which there was none between him and the stoic Japanese boy. He frowned, maybe he really should stop using that name. He suddenly looked up at the boy again to see that he had moved, and Heero was now crossing the room towards him. "Uh..."
Heero kept walking, not stopping until he was literally toe to toe with the terrified American, and he was silent. His prussian eyes bearing deeply into the trembling violets before him. They stood like that for a while, saying nothing, the Japanese pilot watching as Duo became visably more uncomfortable.
"Heero..." Duo glanced around nervously, and tugged gently on the tip of his braid. He was pressed into the dresser behind him, trying desperately to avoid contact between himself and the godly creature that stood before him, "Heero, I..."
He was paused suddenly by two fingers resting softly on his lips, and he looked up to see Heero gazing intently at him. Without hesitation, the Wing pilot slid his fingers down the other's chin, tilting his head up, and brushed his lips lightly across Duo's. It was feathery, and barely contact at all (let's face it, it made eskimo-kissing look like oral sex), but never-the-less it was contact. Duo paused, suddenly his mind was reeling with excitement. Did Heero feel the same? Well, at the least the Japanese pilot was interested! That touch had hardly counted as a kiss... 'This needs fixing. Now.'
As Heero was backing away, Duo regained his senses and quickly pulled the stoic pilot back with his hands behind the other boy's neck. "Oh come on, Hee-chan. You don't mean to tell me that was it, do you?" He pulled the Japanese boy closer with a taunting whisper.
The Wing pilot's eyebrow suddenly arched in questioning amusement, hiding the hot white flash that shocked through his spine at the feel of Duo's bare chest against his (Heero never wore night shirts, and he had - of course - caught Duo amidst changing). When he found his voice, it had strangely altered from it's usually cold monotone. This time it sounded velvety and sensual, as he replied, "Oh come on, Duo-chan. You don't mean to tell me you think it's over yet, do you?"
There was an expression of surprise so clear on Duo's face at that particular moment, that had any famous artists been aware of their missing it, they would have wept, right before he was pulled into a deep kiss by the Japanese pilot. Their lips were crushed together fiercely, as two tounges began to intermingle together, deepening the kiss. Duo, in his blind shock, lost his grip on his partner's neck, and his hands began to stroke down the length of Heero's spine, unconsciously.
Finally, after a minute or two, Duo pulled away, panting for breath, "Must breathe, koi!"
Heavily panting, himself, Heero only pulled the braided boy back into the kiss again, "That's why we have noses, baka."
Meanwhile...
Wufei finally managed to untie himself, and remove the gag, and had mysteriously found his way into one of the Oz executive suites near the controlling base for Colony L4. His white suite was stained with mud and splotches of unknown substance, as well as his hair matted and tangled, as he entered his lover's quarters. A scowl was set firmly on his face, and his black eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Treize!" He snapped.
From across the room in the bed, two bodies scrambled to untangle from each other, and two heads popped up to look at him.
"Aa! Wufei! How nice of you to drop by..." The Oz General moved to stand from the bed, but stopped himself, as the man with long platinum-blond hair beside him spoke.
"Damn, Chang, you look like you've been through shit." Zechs chuckled lightly.
"I have." The Chinese boy crossed his arms and glanced in the direction of the bathroom, his mind pondering over a good shower. "May I?"
The General covered his nose with a hand, as Wufei's stench began to spread, "Please do."
"Arigato." He entered the bathroom.
The blond glanced at his partner and shook his head, "He could learn to lighten up a bit."
"Yes... He's so stoic for his age." Treize nodded whistfully.
"Indeed." Zechs pulled the covers over then once more, "Now, where were we--"
But she caught me on the counter!
It wasn't me!
Saw me banging on the sofa!
It wasn't me!
I even had her in the shower!
It wasn't me!
She even caught me on camera!
It wasn't me!
The covers were pulled back again suddenly as two heads turned towards the bathroom in confusion.
"Is he singing?" One asked.
"Yes... I believe so."
"Hm..." Treize looked thoughtfully at the door for a moment. "We should join him."
With a nod from the blond, they both headed off to... help... Wufei, in the shower.