Biedna Misia

"How did you talk to Marie?"

Trowa got a broken nose for his trouble – my logic being that he was his fucking partner and shoulda stopped it from happening. I guess, logically, I knew that Trowa couldn't stop airborne pathogens any more than I could have but as he'd arrived back, immune and fine, Wufei in his hospital room as he was checked out and tested, I lost it. Wufei pulled me off him, I know that much, but apart from that I don't remember much – I was pissed and emotional and fucking tired. And jealous. My stomach in goddamn knots and though 'Fei and Tro' were the world's most low-key couple, I saw the way their hands brushed and their eyes met and fuck I hated them for it.

"Did you draw this?" Trowa asked. Oh, God - his voice sent Wufei into a tailspin. He nodded feebly in reply, and Trowa smiled, taking slow steps toward him with the sketchbook in his hand.

Inside the box was a sleek, silvery cellular phone, plane tickets, a credit card with his name on it, and a card - dark gold lettering printed on thick white stock, and on the front, it read "Tag - you're it." With a frown, Wufei turned over the card and read the back.

But Trowa. Why did everything that man touched end up being weird? First, he had a Gundam that wasn't even evenly weighted; the damn thing damn near toppled to the side or flopped at the belly if you didn't know how to handle the weight distribution just so. That's just not a feasible way to fight! It was weird! Then there was the way the guy didn't really give you answers to anything, just these strange looks with one eye, as if he'd said something and you just missed it, and then you felt bad about not listening and couldn't ask what he'd said when really he hadn't said anything to begin with. Infuriating, and weird! And then he goes and shacks up with the richest guy in the universe, who by all accounts is his best friend and he adores as much as he adores breathing, but has trouble getting a hard on unless Chang Wufei, of all people, comes within telescopic sight and so he goes off and has an affair, and none of them seem to have a care in the world about the weird threeway going on between them. It was downright weird!

"He tried to remember what Trowa had been like, during the crazy threesome time when Quatre had still called him, worried because Trowa hadn't come home but too chicken shit to call Wufei and make sure that was where he was. Trowa had been very unlike himself. Crazed, even. He loved Quatre, that was damn obvious, but it was a calm, friendly kind of soul deep adoration. When Trowa looked at Wufei it was fire and rage and need, even Duo had seen that. Something primal in both of them. And when Wufei disappeared, he'd snuck into Quatre's mansion to see the mess that had made the news after someone 'broke into Quatre's Winners house but stole nothing' and knew what had really happened. You had to give it to the guy, Trowa had a temper in there somewhere. But that had been the last he'd seen of it. After that, Trowa followed Quatre around same as always, until apparently he'd had to stand up for an extinct dolphin's completely unnecessary rights".