WuFei walked quietly through the halls of Quatre's estate, contemplating the strange occurrence that had taken place in the garden only a short while ago.

At first, he had thought that Meiran had meant to go find Duo right then, but on further examination he had decided that she had probably just meant sometime in the future. After all, Duo was probably with Heero at this time; WuFei wasn't stupid enough to risk that. He was certain that Heero would almost certainly be furious with him, and he knew from first-hand experience that an angry Heero was even more dangerous than usual, and Heero truly upset was nothing short of a death wish.

"I suppose it's just as well... I'm sure Heero will take care of it. Even though he doesn't really let it show, I think he really does love Duo." WuFei thought to himself, sighing.

"I don't stand a chance against Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier. He's too... perfect." The Chinese boy lamented woefully.

After a few moments more of walking aimlessly, WuFei found himself outside of a door. Not really thinking, he began to open it slowly. Once it was open only a crack, he knew instantly that he'd opened the wrong door.

The inside of the room was lit only by a small bedside lamp, so when WuFei opened the door even that tiny amount, the light let in was quite noticeable. The illumination directly lit the area of the bed, drawing WuFei's attention there almost immediately. He regretted that almost as soon as his gaze focused there.

Laying on one side of the bed was Duo. The American pilot was quite obviously sleeping. Sitting next to him was Heero, was just as obviously not sleeping. He had a needle and thread in one hand, material in his other hand; he was sewing.

Before WuFei even had a chance to blink or process what he saw, Heero was off of the bed and pointing a gun at his face. WuFei was nervous, to say the very least.

"Omae o korosu." Heero said coldly, his eyes revealing his anger even though his voice didn't. He was quiet despite his anger, probably because he wanted to avoid waking the American pilot.

"Gomen nasaii, Heero... I wasn't paying attention and opened the wrong door." WuFei apologized quickly, bowing deeply.

"You hurt him." Heero growled, taking a step forward. WuFei backed up into the hall; Heero followed the young man out and closed the door behind himself.

"I realize that now, Yuy. I meant to apologize to him as soon as I thought he had calmed himself some. I walked into your room due to a severe lack of concentration or coherence. Forgive me, please."

Piercing, unblinking cobalt blue eyes focused on WuFei, boring down straight to his soul, or so it seemed. For a few moments, the Chinese boy wondered if he was going to be shot; a highly realistic expectation, considering the mental state of the gun-wielding boy standing in front of him.

"I'll give him your apologies when he wakes up." Heero finally said. WuFei stared at him, half surprised that he was still breathing.

"Th-thank you, Yuy."

Heero nodded, and WuFei turned to go to his own room. He stopped as a thought struck his mind.

"The doll clothes, for the little girl?"

"I'm finishing them. They'll be ready by the time Duo wants to give them to her."

"Thank you. He would be even less happy if they weren't ready, and I've already been the cause of more than enough stress to Duo today."

With that, WuFei walked down to his own room and took refuge in it. Heero watched him as he went, his expression calculating and thoughtful, then went back into his own bedroom and continued to sew.

Duo slept soundly through the entire conversation, blissfully unaware that it had even taken place.