...don't hit the dragon...
Dec. 15th, 2004 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2...she whines. And then she bites.
So, it seems that a little bit of threatening with deadlines actually does work. To a point. We'll see how long it lasts.
Thank you for your patience. Refreshments are located in the back of the room.
BFB - part 82i - Wufei's Disaster
Trowa let himself into the apartment silently, not wanting to disturb Wufei if he was still asleep. He mostly hoped that he *was* still sleeping. Dragons knew the poor guy needed it. Trowa might have been furious with him at one point, but seeing the wet, bedraggled, woebegone creature who had cried himself to sleep in Trowa’s arms last night had gone a long way in securing his forgiveness. Of course, he knew better than to mention that to Wufei. The pissy Were-Dragon would have his head off if he knew Trowa felt sorry for him.
No sign of Wufei in the living room or the kitchen, but the bathroom had the damp steamy feel of recent shower activity. He peeked into Wufei’s bedroom and gasped as he saw his friend sitting on the bed, playing with a knife.
Holy shit!
He flattened himself instantly against the hall wall.
Ohmigod, ohmigod! A *knife*. Wufei had a *knife*!
He shouldn’t have gone to work. He should have called in. He should have stayed home. He should have hidden all the knives. He should have... he should have... he... *Something*! He should have done *something* to keep Wufei from having a *knife* in his hands, in his *room*, brushing the tip of that skinny blade under his *chin*!
What to do?! What to do *now*?!
Of course! Call Heero! Heero was a Dragon; Heero would know how to fix this!
He slithered out onto the balcony and dialed the office number with shaking fingers.
“Office of Magical Investigation; how may I help you?” said Duo warmly.
“DuothisisTrowaisHeerothere?” he hissed.
“...I beg your pardon...?”
Aaaaah! Calm; stay calm. Slowly... Must speak *slowly*...
“Duo, it’s me. I really need to talk to Heero, right *now*.”
“Trowa? He’s down in the labs. The freaky five set the moat on fire about twenty minutes ago and almost fricasseed the moat monster; he said something about skinning them alive. Can I help?”
Oh, no... But Wufei would listen to Duo; he adored Duo!
“I think... Duo, will you come talk to Wufei? He’s... he’s got a knife and I’m afraid he’s going to-to hurt himself! I don’t think... I don’t want to wait for Heero!”
“A *knife*?! Sonuvabitch! I’ll be right there!” The line went dead.
Trowa crouched on the balcony, clutching his phone. Duo would talk to him; Wufei would listen to Duo. He adored Duo. He *loved* Duo. He would listen to him...
~*~
Duo appeared on the balcony less than five minutes later, accompanied by a very nervous young porter. The boy gave a sigh of relief when it became clear that they were on a solid surface.
“Thanks, Todd,” said Duo brightly, treating the kid to a blinding smile. “Wufei will be so surprised. I’ll catch a ride back with Trowa.” Obviously dismissed, the kid nodded, glancing over the railing, and vanished again.
“Took me longer to convince him where to appear than the actual port,” Duo grumbled. “Show me that damned Dragon,” he commanded, and stalked into the apartment muttering under his breath about forgiveness and stubborn *damn* lizards.
“He’s in his room, just sitting on the bed with a knife under his chin.”
Duo gave him a look and flexed his fingers. He’d always been good with sleight of hand; he could probably have the knife in hand before Wufei even realised he was there. At least, that’s what he told himself. At the very least, they would surprise the hell out of him.
“Okay; here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to grab the knife and you’re going to grab Wufei. If he throws a fit, we’ll both sit on him. I left a message for Heero; I’m sure he’ll come as soon as he gets it.” He glanced around the edge of the door into Wufei’s darkened room. “He’s really into this ‘Dragon’ thing right now.” He could see something long and thin gleaming dully in the dim room; it looked like Wufei was scratching under his chin with it. Geez!
He poked Trowa and they both leaped into the room. Wufei let out a startled squawk when Duo snatched the knife from his hand and Trowa bowled him and they both fell off the side of the bed. Duo popped his head over the edge and grinned.
“Hi Wufei. Feeling better?”
The Were-Dragon blinked at him, then at the Were-Puma sprawled atop him. “Um... I’m... fine...?”
“Great!” laughed Duo in relief. He scrabbled backwards to give them space to get untangled and back onto the bed. He glanced down automatically at the knife in his hand.
Only it wasn’t a knife.
For a moment, he wasn’t sure what it was, not having had occasion himself to have any use for such a thing. When the penny dropped, he blinked and almost dropped the thing.
“Wufei! Is this a *wand*?”
“Yes,” muttered the Dragon.
Trowa whipped his head around to stare at his best friend. “A *wand*?! What are you doing with a *wand*?”
“You mean, a *Wizard’s* wand?” demanded Duo in astonishment.
“Yes,” growled Wufei, not looking at them. “A *Wizard’s* wand, and it’s mine.”
“Wufei! How did you get -!”
“He got it when he went to Hogwarts,” said a new voice and all three turned to the doorway where Heero leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. “Wufei graduated from Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry; he’s Wizard.”
...tbc...
So, it seems that a little bit of threatening with deadlines actually does work. To a point. We'll see how long it lasts.
Thank you for your patience. Refreshments are located in the back of the room.
BFB - part 82i - Wufei's Disaster
Trowa let himself into the apartment silently, not wanting to disturb Wufei if he was still asleep. He mostly hoped that he *was* still sleeping. Dragons knew the poor guy needed it. Trowa might have been furious with him at one point, but seeing the wet, bedraggled, woebegone creature who had cried himself to sleep in Trowa’s arms last night had gone a long way in securing his forgiveness. Of course, he knew better than to mention that to Wufei. The pissy Were-Dragon would have his head off if he knew Trowa felt sorry for him.
No sign of Wufei in the living room or the kitchen, but the bathroom had the damp steamy feel of recent shower activity. He peeked into Wufei’s bedroom and gasped as he saw his friend sitting on the bed, playing with a knife.
Holy shit!
He flattened himself instantly against the hall wall.
Ohmigod, ohmigod! A *knife*. Wufei had a *knife*!
He shouldn’t have gone to work. He should have called in. He should have stayed home. He should have hidden all the knives. He should have... he should have... he... *Something*! He should have done *something* to keep Wufei from having a *knife* in his hands, in his *room*, brushing the tip of that skinny blade under his *chin*!
What to do?! What to do *now*?!
Of course! Call Heero! Heero was a Dragon; Heero would know how to fix this!
He slithered out onto the balcony and dialed the office number with shaking fingers.
“Office of Magical Investigation; how may I help you?” said Duo warmly.
“DuothisisTrowaisHeerothere?” he hissed.
“...I beg your pardon...?”
Aaaaah! Calm; stay calm. Slowly... Must speak *slowly*...
“Duo, it’s me. I really need to talk to Heero, right *now*.”
“Trowa? He’s down in the labs. The freaky five set the moat on fire about twenty minutes ago and almost fricasseed the moat monster; he said something about skinning them alive. Can I help?”
Oh, no... But Wufei would listen to Duo; he adored Duo!
“I think... Duo, will you come talk to Wufei? He’s... he’s got a knife and I’m afraid he’s going to-to hurt himself! I don’t think... I don’t want to wait for Heero!”
“A *knife*?! Sonuvabitch! I’ll be right there!” The line went dead.
Trowa crouched on the balcony, clutching his phone. Duo would talk to him; Wufei would listen to Duo. He adored Duo. He *loved* Duo. He would listen to him...
~*~
Duo appeared on the balcony less than five minutes later, accompanied by a very nervous young porter. The boy gave a sigh of relief when it became clear that they were on a solid surface.
“Thanks, Todd,” said Duo brightly, treating the kid to a blinding smile. “Wufei will be so surprised. I’ll catch a ride back with Trowa.” Obviously dismissed, the kid nodded, glancing over the railing, and vanished again.
“Took me longer to convince him where to appear than the actual port,” Duo grumbled. “Show me that damned Dragon,” he commanded, and stalked into the apartment muttering under his breath about forgiveness and stubborn *damn* lizards.
“He’s in his room, just sitting on the bed with a knife under his chin.”
Duo gave him a look and flexed his fingers. He’d always been good with sleight of hand; he could probably have the knife in hand before Wufei even realised he was there. At least, that’s what he told himself. At the very least, they would surprise the hell out of him.
“Okay; here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to grab the knife and you’re going to grab Wufei. If he throws a fit, we’ll both sit on him. I left a message for Heero; I’m sure he’ll come as soon as he gets it.” He glanced around the edge of the door into Wufei’s darkened room. “He’s really into this ‘Dragon’ thing right now.” He could see something long and thin gleaming dully in the dim room; it looked like Wufei was scratching under his chin with it. Geez!
He poked Trowa and they both leaped into the room. Wufei let out a startled squawk when Duo snatched the knife from his hand and Trowa bowled him and they both fell off the side of the bed. Duo popped his head over the edge and grinned.
“Hi Wufei. Feeling better?”
The Were-Dragon blinked at him, then at the Were-Puma sprawled atop him. “Um... I’m... fine...?”
“Great!” laughed Duo in relief. He scrabbled backwards to give them space to get untangled and back onto the bed. He glanced down automatically at the knife in his hand.
Only it wasn’t a knife.
For a moment, he wasn’t sure what it was, not having had occasion himself to have any use for such a thing. When the penny dropped, he blinked and almost dropped the thing.
“Wufei! Is this a *wand*?”
“Yes,” muttered the Dragon.
Trowa whipped his head around to stare at his best friend. “A *wand*?! What are you doing with a *wand*?”
“You mean, a *Wizard’s* wand?” demanded Duo in astonishment.
“Yes,” growled Wufei, not looking at them. “A *Wizard’s* wand, and it’s mine.”
“Wufei! How did you get -!”
“He got it when he went to Hogwarts,” said a new voice and all three turned to the doorway where Heero leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. “Wufei graduated from Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry; he’s Wizard.”
...tbc...
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Date: 2004-12-15 09:17 pm (UTC)I hope Wufei appriciates his worried, troubled and apparently somewhat blind friends.
Great chapter!
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Date: 2004-12-16 05:21 am (UTC)It's all his father's fault... He's the one that let him go off to Hogwarts in the first place... How ya gonna keep him locked in a library after he's seen Hogwarts? And the Banshee? ^_~
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Date: 2004-12-18 05:04 am (UTC)Intriguing... but absurd. :P
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Date: 2004-12-16 05:27 am (UTC)Write more soon please! *big watery chibi eyes* *nod nod*
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Date: 2004-12-17 04:06 pm (UTC)I would love to write more this instant... >.< But the hamsters and the bunnies seem to be more interested in harassing the new cat and pointing at me and giggling... I believe we'll have hamster-kabobs for christmas dinner...
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