[Fic, GW 2x5] The Perfect Plan 15/??

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Title: The Perfect Plan
Author: Makoto Sagara
Archive: fanfiction.net, afallenangel.net/makotosagara/, mediaminer.org, Foreverfandom.net, makochanupdates.livejournal.com; anywhere else, please ask.
Category: AU, Drama
Rating: T+ (back to tame matters)
Pairings: 13x6, 2x5, 3x1, 4+R+4
Warnings: Yaoi, het, AU, cross-dressing, OOC, language, angst

Disclaimers: I don’t own Gundam Wing, but I do own my computer. I don’t make money from writing this, only the pleasure of having this written and enjoyed by my readers. Suing would be pointless; for all that my wallet holds is my driver’s license and library card. ^_^

Author’s Notes: Ugh, I got sidetracked by a very scary, and good, 1x2 plot bunny. SAVE ME! And for some reason, I’m stuck writing my Fei/Duo fics…. *glares at Angel, who gave her the bunny* Yeah, this is going to suck. Neko *and* Solo like it. I’m screwed. ><

Chapter Fifteen: Complications

Relena smiled goofily as Quatre’s words sunk in. “Of course,” she answered before leaning in for an almost chaste kiss against the blond boy’s lips.

At the delicate contact, Quatre wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss beyond the tentative start. However, before it could go any further, a loud knock sounded on the door and they sprang apart as if burned. “Oh, Allah,” Quatre whispered as his heart began pounding in his ears and he felt the desire to reach for his non-existent gun. “I don’t think I should be found here, Relena. Where can I hide?”

“Um,” she started, swiveling her head around to find the blond pilot an acceptable hiding spot. “The dressing closet, I suppose, will have to do for now. Go!” He jumped from the bed and hid just as another knock sounded on her door, louder this time. “Come in,” she said loudly, pulling the sheet she’d been covered in up to her chin and lying down.

The door opened to reveal Heero, still in his blue dress, looking around the room. “Princess, we’re supposed to be down for dinner in about fifteen minutes. Perhaps I should help you dress while,” he lowered his voice, “Quatre gets the hell out of here…”

“Oh, of course,” she replied. “Turn around so that I can change, H-Ceferina.” The Japanese teen looked as if he was going to fight her and she scowled deeply. “I don’t care what your function here is, Heero. You are not seeing me indecent.”

“You are, technically, indecent right now, if you want to say that you’re in the presence of a male, Relena. However, my being here is par for the course.”

“That does not mean that I want you to see me naked!”

“Relena,” Quatre’s voice called from the closed door, “just let him help you. That dress is going to be impossible to put on without making a mess of it.”

“Fine,” she growled, standing from the bed with the sheet still firmly wrapped around her slim body. “Is there something white or cream in there?” A dress in the palest of ivories was shoved in her face a moment later. “Thank you.” Then, she turned to face her ‘lady-in-waiting’. “Don’t get any ideas, Yuy.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that,” Heero replied before stepping to her and assist with the fabric monstrosity.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Wufei scowled as he and the others, minus Quatre, Relena and Heero, entered an ostentatious dining room. The walls were a dark wood, cherry possibly, and intricately carved, and filled with paintings depicting hunting scenes, some downright gory appearing – especially the one of a deer being mauled by a pack of dogs while two humans looked down on the animal imperiously from their steeds. The table, much too large and covered with too many silver and gold dishes, was of the same wood as the walls, was just as detailed with flower swirls and animal forms on the legs and edges.

“Adelric, remove yourself from the doorway so our guests can be seated,” Duke Ulrich said pompously from his chair at the head of the table.

Wufei moved to a seat next to the man who was supposed to be his father and pulled the chair out next to his for his ‘fiancée’ to take. “Princess Agnes,” he murmured while Duo flushed and sat down. Treize followed suit for Zechs, who sat with more grace but less gratitude than the Deathscythe pilot. Trowa looked around for the three missing members of their party. “Should we worry that Princess Anna, Lady Ceferina and Friedrich have yet to join us?”

The duke’s heavy-jowled head snapped up. “And just where is your brother, Adelric?”

“I do not know, sir,” Wufei said through clenched teeth.

“Karl, go find my son and the ladies.” The man they met earlier that day jumped to attention and flew from the room as if it was on fire.

“F- Um, Adelric,” Duo said, making sure he was careful to remember his partner’s name. “Should we wait to tell your honored father, or is now a good time?”

“Tell me what?” The man’s face was an unhealthy shade of red once again, and Wufei had to smother the urge to put his fist through the man’s disgusting teeth.

“Your charming son has asked me to marry him, Your Grace,” Duo practically purred, giving Wufei a look of total adoration. The American’s voice, which normally sent shocks of electricity through the Chinese teen’s body, rolled over his skin like liquid velvet and made him smile happily before he returned to staring at the duke with barely concealed loathing.

“Is that so?” Ulrich asked, smiling for the first time that day, more than likely. “I’m glad to hear it, although I was under the impression that he was taken with your cousin, Anna.”

Duo’s face fell, and the other pilots stiffened, as if waiting for an eruption. “Oh, no,” the purple eyed teen said carefully. “He fell completely under my power this afternoon.”

“Well, I suppose that he could do much worse than become your victim, Your Highness,” Ulrich sneered. Wufei’s fists clenched, as well as his jaw, and he had to remind his body to take deep breaths to control himself. He was saved from much more practice of his patience by the entrance of the missing members of their party. Relena looked pretty, he supposed, in a pale dress that reminded him of lace, while Quatre gently led her into the room by her arm and a soft smile gracing his face. Heero followed closely behind, his face blank and unassuming, but his eyes taking in the details of the room much quicker than Wufei had, no doubt. “There you are, Friedrich, Princess Anna. Sit so that we may begin dinner.”

They all sat down, finally, and were served from the elegant dishes, but what the food was, Wufei was at a loss to find out. However, a fish and cream dish was placed before him and his stomach turned over in protest. In fact, the longer the dinner carried on, the more he became nauseous. And, ultimately, before dessert was offered, he refused any more food.

He could feel eyes on him, but the ones that unnerved him did not belong to the man who was the father of his ‘host’ body. No, they were large, violet, and full of worry. And he wished that they would stop staring at him. “Are you feeling alright?” Duo asked quietly, forcing Wufei to stare at his lover before shaking his head.

And then another set of eyes, just as troubling as those of Duo stared hard at him as well. “You look a little ill, Adelric,” Quatre murmured.

“Boy, you will not be sick at my table. Leave now,” Ulrich snarled, waving a hand imperiously at the door of the room. Without waiting for the others, Wufei gratefully complied, stumbling through the halls to search for somewhere he could be violently ill.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Do you think it’s because of all the unnaturally rich food?” Relena asked Duo as they walked through the halls to their rooms upstairs. “I know that he eats rather simply when he can make the decision himself.”

“I dunno. I mean, I hope it’s that, but he wasn’t like that…” A look of grave understanding crossed Duo’s face and he caught himself before he began swearing. “I think I know what’s wrong, ‘Lena, but I need to talk to the others before I can say it out loud.”

“How about I go get them and you check on Wufei?” She flashed him a brief smile before searching out her brother and their companions. She didn’t have to look very long because it seemed the other five were just as concerned as she and Duo were over Wufei’s condition. “Oh, there you all are.”

“How is he?” Quatre asked before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“I don’t know. Duo and I were going to check on him, but then he asked me to come and fetch the rest of you.”

“Hm, it sounds like Maxwell has an idea of what’s wrong then,” Zechs said as he squeezed his sister’s hand briefly.

“It’s possible,” Treize said, running a hand through his auburn locks. “Although, I do have my own hypothesis.”

“Well, I doubt that standing here is just going to make everything clear,” Trowa said. Heero nodded and both boys began heading towards the second floor, letting the other four fall in behind them, with Relena and Quatre falling in the middle for protection. They stopped in front of a rather ornately carved cedar door. Trowa, who was in the front, lifted a hand to knock, but the sound of Duo’s voice stopped him.

“Wufei, what’s wrong?” the American asked, obviously worried.

“Go away, Maxwell,” the Chinese pilot replied, sounding like Death warmed over.

“I don’t think so, Chang,” Duo replied saucily. “If there’s something I can do, I want to do it.”

“There is nothing you can do,” Wufei snapped, following his reply up with the sound of vomiting. The others, still outside the room, exchanged a glance before opening the door. They found Wufei kneeling over a porcelain basin, and Duo, in his lavender dress, standing behind him, rubbing his lover’s back. “Ancestors, I do not need an audience to be ill!”

“We’re not here to watch you be miserable, regardless of what you may think,” Zechs said, scrunching his nose up at the smell coming from the corner the Chinese boy occupied. “We came to check up on your condition.”

Wufei’s dark head snapped up, glaring at the six near the door. “I am not well, as you can very plainly see.” He saw a cloth that Duo had dipped into the water basin by the bed and brought over, wiping down his neck and face. “Thank you.” His lover nodded while continuing to wipe down his face.

“Treize and I may have a theory about that,” Zechs responded, ignoring the rude tones the teen was using.

“Oh, what? Do you know what’s wrong with Wufei?” Relena asked, turning her full attention to her brother so that she didn’t have to add to the teen’s discomfort.

“Well, I have remembered from the papers that Romefeller had on the device that it doesn’t actually displace our bodies, only our minds and essences, our souls, if you will,” Treize answered carefully.

“How does that have any bearing to the present situation?” Heero asked calmly.

“Alright, truthfully, I believe our bodies are still back where we left them,” the auburn haired man said. “And it is just our souls that have been displaced.”

“Kinda sounds like some sort of possession…” Duo said.

“Exactly; however, with our ‘souls’, our minds have also traveled, leading to our present situation.”

“Which is?” Trowa asked, his eyes shining with curiosity.

“What Treize isn’t mentioning is the fact that in our last ‘possession’, the princess Cocoton became pregnant, yes?” Zechs said.

“Oh, yes, I remember that,” Duo said, blushing with embarrassment.

“Ah, yes, well, that thought was then implanted into Chang’s subconscious…”

“Are you saying that Wufei’s subconscious now believes he’s pregnant?” Quatre asked, watching his friend pale and go green before dry-heaving over the basin again. “That’s…”

“Impossible,” Heero said. “Chang is male. Subconscious or not, the thought is ludicrous.”

“Not entirely,” Treize answered.

“So, what can we do?” Relena asked, silently thanking her fate that it wasn’t her in the current situation.

“First, we can spread the rumor that he is ill,” Trowa replied. “Then, our priority should be looking for the device again.”

“I had it when we landed, but I don’t remember what happened to it after that,” Duo said, rubbing one hand on Wufei’s back. “I suppose Quatre, Trowa and Treize, since they’re the ‘males’ this time around and have more freedom, have to go look for it.”

“That would be the logical thing to do,” Heero added. “And we should probably leave Wufei alone to recover.”

“I would appreciate that,” Wufei said miserably, moving from Duo’s touch to lie down on the large bed. “We can regroup in the morning, but I need something to settle my stomach.”

“I’ll see about getting someone to bring you something for that, Wufei, and while I’m downstairs I can tell the servants that you are ill,” Trowa said, making his way towards the door. “I’ll check in with you in the morning to see how you’re feeling. I would recommend the others stay away until we have the device in hand.”

“Wonderful,” Duo muttered. “Oh, and I guess to avoid something like this, no one should engage in any extra-curricular activities… At least not until we get back to our own bodies…”

“Yes, that would be wise,” Treize said, opening the door and leaving, the others following him quickly to give Wufei his privacy.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“How dare Adelric spur me for that ugly bitch,” a brunette maid complained to one of her companions.

“Mena, there’s no way you can compete with a princess, even if she’s not half as pretty as you,” another girl said, trying to appease her angry friend.

“Besides, once they’re married and she’s gotten pregnant, his bed will need warming again,” yet another said.

“You’ll just have to be patient,” the second girl added.

“I don’t care about that,” Mena yelled. “He was mine, and we were…”

“You can’t possibly think he loved you,” the third girl said, astonished. “He’s a noble, and there was no way that the duke would let him marry you, even if that was true. Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not being stupid! I was Adelric’s favorite for months, until that bitch showed up!”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” the second asked carefully. “He’ll have to be around her until the wedding and the conception after that. You either wait, or you can find a new lover.”

“No, I have a better plan than that….”

TBC