Yes, I know, it's been over a year since I wrote any part to this story.
However, my muse has recently decided to be helpful for once. Too bad
he's overly enthusiastic about everything- I've barely slept for a week.
Anywho, here it is, finally.
Title: Yama To Tani, part 3
Rating: R for language and adult themes.
Pairings: 1+2, 2+5, 3+4
Warnings: Duo's messed up. Let's just put it that way.
Disclaimer: I don't own it (waaahh!!), but if you really want my pocket lint, sure, sue me.
Yama To Tani, Part 3
I glanced down at my watch almost absently. Its a nice watch, no gold links or special built in calculators. Just a simple leather strap and plain metal face, but Ive had it for a long time- since before the war. Im amazed that the thing has survived my lifestyle this far, but it still works perfectly, and right then that faithful watch was telling me that I was yet again late for work. I increased my pace around the next corner, looked both ways before crossing the narrow, softly lit street, and ducked into a small bar tucked in between a deli and an old, run down T.V. repair shop. The bar, as advertised by the glowing blue neon sign above the door, was called Jakes.
I waved to the bouncer at the front door- were good friends- and made my way back towards the bar. John was there, looking pissed. He hates having to stay overtime to cover for me when Im late.
The bartender gave me a stern look from behind his glasses.
Youre late again, Duo, he said, hanging beer-moist a towel over his shoulder.
I grinned impishly at him. Hey, man, Im sorry, I got a little waylaid.
Hmph. Dont let it happen again.
I just smiled. John wasnt really mad- he always talks that way. It was his nature, and I knew that the old man was only worried about me. John is pretty much everymans dad- whether we like it or not.
Well, Im here now, so you can go home. Ill take over.
He snorted as he hung up his apron on one of the hooks by the door. See ya, kid.
The rest of the night went by quickly- it was a Friday night and the bar was packed. The girls at the bar constantly flirted with me, and I must admit I did my own share of flirting back. I even got a couple of phone numbers scrawled in loopy female script, making even the simple white cocktail napkins seem somehow more elegant.
It was just about closing time- 4 a.m.- when a familiar figure stepped
through the front door and made a beeline for me. Wufei looked distinctly
uncomfortable- he never was one for bar hopping. Even after all these years,
hes still terribly uptight about some things. Like dirty dancing,
or womens Lib. But I think without that he just wouldnt be
the Wufei we all know and love to annoy.
I laughed a little to myself as I waved him over and motioned for him to take a seat at the bar while I tidied up and got a clean glass for him.
Hello, Duo, he said, sliding onto one of the bar stools and accepting the glass of water I offered him. Wufei doesnt drink, he feels that it Muddles the mind and rots the body, or some other Zen-thing like that. He also never calls me Maxwell anymore, ever since our little escapade two years ago, even though it did end up being just a one night stand. I think maybe it could have been more, but even during a frantic night of sex, we couldnt let go of who we were. The crux of that one waylaid tumble was when we both called out different peoples names. That sort of thing can leave one feeling decidedly uncomfortable.
Wufei thanked me for the water, but didnt drink any. The glass
hung listlessly from his hand, the ice slowly melting from neglect, tiny
droplets of water making patters on the shiny wood of the bar. Something
was definitely bothering my friend.
Hey, Wu, whats up? You look kinda out of it.
Wufei sighed and set his glass down, raising tired looking black eyes
to meet mine. I just got some interesting information from Sally
that I thought you might like to know. Heero is in town.
End Part 3