Caught Wandering

AU Chang Wufei from Gundam Wing. Multi-ship. Multi-verse.

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With High Expectations

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“Hmm….Chang, huh?” Duo hummed, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand. His fingers absently drummed against his chin as he let the name roll around in his head. It wasn’t ringing any immediate bells and Duo knew that Chang was practically equivalent to someone being named Smith. But still…there was something. “So what brings you here, Chang?” Duo asked. “I’ve heard it all so you don’t hafta be embarrassed to share.” Yes, Duo would be the first one to admit it. He was a nosy person and he liked to get the 411 on people. It wasn’t that he was a gossip, he just liked to be in the know. “Is Chang a fake name or your real name? That’s not your first name is it because man, that’d be weird. Oh, I know!” Duo jumped up with a grin and a snap. “Let’s make a game of it! I could guess and you lemme know if I’m hot or cold.” 

‘Please sober up before talking to me again.’ Wufei quips in his mind. Somehow through his arduous travels in the last 72 hours he’s found fumes of patience for this situation. But he’s sure it won’t last. He’s exhausted.

“That is my actual name.” he answers, his words coming out on a full sigh. “There’s no need for games. I’m here for school, that’s all. I didn’t want to start late.”

Which was true enough. Tomorrow was the first day of class. Wufei had already missed orientation. He could have spent a few days finding and finalizing a place to stay, but he’d not wanted to waste a minute getting here. This temporary situation was the price to pay for being prompt.

“Now if you don’t mind, I could use some rest.” Wufei manages as politely as he can, which isn’t very. He doesn’t actually want to sleep just yet, he’s got too much on his mind. But a few minutes to rest his body would do wonders if only this stranger would give him some peace.

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With High Expectations

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If there was one constant in his life, it was that nothing was the same. New shelters came and went, people were always coming in and out of these places, for one reason or another. The vast majority of them could fall into two groups by his reckoning: those were scared and new to living at the bottom of society and those who weren’t. A lot of the veterans Duo met sought to run away from their reality though, either with drugs or alcohol or sex. The new ones just huddled together and tried to put on  brave face. It never lasted long.

It was all kind of sad, if you asked him. Then again, Duo was a pro at this lifestyle. It’s all, with a small couple of exceptions, he really knew. But unlike a lot of other old-timers, he wasn’t content to let it drown him. No way, he was going to rise above it all and show the world that there was no forgetting Duo Maxwell!

A movement to his left forced Duo out of his little cat nap. Ah, new guy. He nearly ignored the kid but a double take had Duo sitting up in his cot and leaning over towards the newcomer.

“Hey…don’t I know you?” He asked, a tad bit suspicious and maybe with a little too much curiosity. He couldn’t help but ask. He was never good at shutting up anyways and his memory was normally pretty good but at the moment, he was having trouble placing this guy. He seemed familiar.

The new guy looked to be around Duo’s age and had eyes that were as dark as his hair. He didn’t look overly pleased but then again, he didn’t have that ‘new’ look to him either. Something…what was it that was suddenly nagging Duo?

“Name’s Duo Maxwell. What’s yours?” He asked, holding out a hand.

One more heated glance in the other young man’s direction, down to the offered hand, and then Wufei turns back to his things. Know him?

“I doubt it.”

So much for the quiet type. Perhaps this was why this corner of the room was relatively unoccupied. Still, it could be dangerous if, however unlikely, this guy knows who he is.

The stranger makes his introduction and Wufei sighs as he places his bag along the opposite end of his cot. He lays on his back and closes his eyes,  folds his hands over his chest.

Wufei doesn’t mind the silence but he’s sure the other guy is still staring at him. He may not like it, but Wufei does realize that he shouldn’t actively make enemies in such a place. Curt is one thing, rude is another.

“Chang.” he answers after another moment, hoping that will appease the new acquaintance for the time being. It’s a common name and shouldn’t implicate him, the gesture should cost Wufei nothing.

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With High Expectations

Wufei had always lived simplistically. Personal possessions were few but meaningful and he’d brought everything he held of value in a single bag. His upbringing had him surrounded with many more amenities, but the price was too high. He could live without those comforts if it meant getting away to be his own man.

Which lead him here. His face a blank slate of indifference, he enters the shelter like he belongs there, bringing absolutely no attention to himself from anyone inside. He’ll find a quiet space to claim for the evening and mentally prepare himself for tomorrow.

This is just a single step, he tells himself. A singular moment of this journey towards something better.

Wufei passes through the soup kitchen space unnoticed, head down and eyes to himself. The space beyond is nothing short of an open warehouse with rows and rows of bare cots. Army surplus. How fitting.

There are a few occupants claiming spaces that seem to have been inhabited by them for some time, but for the most part there seems to be area enough for everyone to have some form of personal space. Good.

Choosing a corner by an emergency exit and only filled by one other person, Wufei makes straight for an empty cot and sets his bag down, giving only the barest of glances over his shoulder towards the young man lying on the cot beside his.

Hopefully he’s a quiet type to keep to himself.

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Memetastic: Pretend Boyfriend

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oikawa tooru was fake. he was absolutely fake and he only knew how to PLEASE, pretty smiles to make himself look friendlier and flowery vowels, he’d been through the same thing over and over, pretending he gave a shit about what the other was saying, turning down invites repeatedly until they grew tired of it and gave up. this one had been persistent though. oikawa hadn’t even had time to finish doing his hair before the other had popped up, watching him with a gaze that was almost animalistic. oikawa wasn’t sure if he was lonely or just that desperate for a fuck.

the newcomer was a light at the end of the tunnel, his knight in shining armor. oikawa cant help the way he looks at him, so fondly and grateful for his help. he lets his hand brush the stranger’s for extra effect.  he wants to say thank you right then and there but knows that it would only ruin it, and he’s not in the mood to continue dealing with this weirdo.

“i told him i had to leave.” he responds. “i thought he’d take the hint.”

Wufei almost slips from his role of angry boyfriend, black eyes lingering on the taller young man when he looks down at him like that. The hand that grazes his sends a surprising sensation up his arm and he scowls darker out of pure reflex, setting the agitated expression on the hulking usurper.

Wufei’s fingers twitch, then undulate into a closed fist. It’s feigned anger, but also to keep from reaching to curl around and through those of Oikawa’s. It would solidify their ruse, sure. But Wufei isn’t like the harassing jackass in front of them. He won’t take advantage of this situation. He’s here to lend a helping hand. Figuratively. 

He gives the taller intruder a level glare, “Well?” he leads.

The intruder is looking between them, the anticipation and optimism finally leaking out of his dumb eyes. “Well shit, if he’d SAID he’d had a boyfriend I wouldn’t ‘ave ..”

“Why should he need to?” Wufei bites back, not letting the other finish. “He said no. He told you to leave. That’s reason enough. My needing to intervene only proves you’re too stupid or arrogant to take your leave with good grace. FUCK OFF.”

The intruder shakes his head once, eyes widening as he looks down at the shorter young man. Tension rises for a few heartbeats and it seems a fight may break out. Wufei can’t afford it. He can’t afford to bring the attention of the administrators down on him again, valiant intentions or not. He has a moment to act decisively as the intruder tenses to move.

Wufei pivots and turns a backhand into the nearby locker bay, the indentation of metal and the resounding noise stopping the advancement of the other as well as drawing a definitive line between the attacker and his ‘boyfriend’. A bit melodramatic, maybe, but he’d not put his hands on the other and hopefully...

“Tch.. whatever, Bruce Lee..” the intruder mutters, waving him off and lumbering away. 

Yep. The slightest show of force, with a lifetime of martial training behind it is usually enough to dissuade even the most dense opponents. Wufei exhales as he watches the jackass go, glancing down at his hand as he feels a rivulet of blood glide between his knuckles. He decides it unimportant and turns to face the music, looking up almost hesitantly towards the other. God, but he’s attractive.

“I’m sorry for imposing..” Wufei says, hoping the other won’t be insulted that he’d interferred.

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Yamaguchi looked at the other curiously when he caught the ball in his hands instead of receiving - ah. He did say he didn’t know; maybe he should have taught him before deciding to serve? –Judging by the way Wufei observed the ball and volleyed it in his forearms, he seemed to know the very basics, prompting him to keep mum about helping. For now, anyway.

“Don’t mind…!” He encouraged, as he stepped to his left to receive the ball, and bringing it back to where the older stood.

“Yeah,” The freckled boy nodded, watching the ball, “I’m working on my serves, actually.” He has to focus on his strengths, after all; that was all he had. But practicing other skills was still necessary, especially if he were to join the court. This was a good start.

The ball sounds against Yamaguchi’s arms and Wufei’s eyes are bright with attention. His feet shift, ready to move to either side as needed, but it isn’t necessary. Yamaguchi is skilled and sends the ball directly back to Wufei.

The Chinese student braces himself and attempts to aim this attempt better, grimacing as the ball rebounds off his forearms and immediately shifts towards Yamaguchi’s left again. It’s less of a curve, though, and only half a step for the other. At least Wufei hadn’t overcompensated to the right. Slight adjustments are best.

“Mnn..” Wufei makes a low noise of acknowledgement, concentration on the movement of the other, soaking it in, attempting to emulate the stance and motions of the other. But the words sink in and Wufei’s mouth tightens in a line, figuring he’s keeping Yamaguchi from more important practice. “Is that something I could help you with?” He wonders.

If his memory is correct, serving would only require him to lightly toss the ball to Yamaguchi. Additionally, Wufei’s own particular skillset could then be utilized. He does have a keen eye for this, being a lifelong student of kinesiology.

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That makes him his upperclassman then! Oh boy. To think a ball to the head was the way they met; but it was not exactly going horrible now either. 

Yamaguchi bounced the volleyball in his palm, while taking position across the other. 

Chang? That sounds like a foreign name. “I’m Yamaguchi,” He introduced, bouncing the ball for the last time before gripping it between his palms. After a subtle nod, he served the ball to the other; it was not really strong, just enough to send it across to where he was. It would be much better to practice hitting back spikes than receives, but this was only a warm up anyway.

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Almost immediately Wufei notices mistakes in his stance as the ball arcs towards him. He tries to accommodate for the awkward height, but bails at the last second, moving to catch the ball instead of returning it. He hadn’t held a volleyball before and was perplexed by it’s weight and texture.

“I thought it would be lighter..” he muses almost to himself, but glances at Yamaguchi and frowns in thought. “Sorry..” he palms the ball back and forth a few times, acclimating himself to the feel of it, tossing it lightly in front of him and bouncing it once on his forearms before he nods and takes a slightly altered stance.

Wufei takes a breath and moves, returning the ball to his new acquaintance with a receiver’s volley rather than serving. It’s not pretty, angled slightly to Yamaguchi’s left because Wufei’s arms had not been flush, bit it wasn’t terrible.

Shifting his feet for the return, Wufei watches closely, “Are you training for a specific skill?” he wonders, thinking it odd for Yamaguchi to be practicing alone in the first place.

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“How is Ryuu like?” He looked up and leaned a bit against the chair he was sitting on. “Ryuu is. Kinda like me. But a bit more louder.” he explained chuckling a bit “He doesn’t like people he doesn’t know but he’s a really lovable guy once you get to know him!” He explained with a wide smile. 

He also didn’t mention the part where everyone, in their own way, in the team were crazy and jumpy like Tanaka was. He chuckled once again and looked up. Interested in this friend of his. 

“What Is your friend like?”

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Wufei listens with interest as they’re served, thinking this Ryuu may very well be the opposite of Nishinoya where meeting new people is concerned. The Chinese student wasn’t exactly known to be well-liked right out of the gates, but here he was having dinner with this new acquaintance.

“He’s... difficult to explain.” Wufei admits, then smiles. “I guess ‘difficult’ sums him up, actually. I wanted to kill him the first time I met him.”

Again, Wufei finds himself amused and chuckling quietly. “Maybe we should keep them away from each other.“ Starting into his meal, Wufei quirks a wry look at the other, “You’ve managed the arduous task of putting up with me so far; shame to ruin your progress with what I can only imagine would be embarrassingly combative behavior between them.”

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//surprise 4 day weekend because the boy didn’t go to work yesterday. Man, I hate weekends. No fun.

Workin’ on 2 tags. Then gmail threads. Like for a starter. PM for gmail and scheming.

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*siiiiighhh*

//got kidnapped away from home on the last day of the week I can have fun :( sorry to those I owe replies. I’ll be back Monday.

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He doesn’t play, but he’s up for it? With him? Even when his ball had smacked right into his head? Huh. Yamaguchi was baffled at the older’s decisions, but it was not as if he had any reason to decline the…kind gesture. In fact, it would be nice to have someone practice receives with. 

“Ah, yes!” Another question he didn’t expect! “I’m a first year there… A-And you?”  Was he also from Karasuno? He hasn’t seen him, if so.

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Ah, so Wufei was right about the probability of running into this guy again. “As of this past Monday, yes. Just started. Second year.” Wufei explains, finishing the rolling of his sleeves to neatly just above his elbows and taking a wider stance.

Wufei takes a moment to position his arms in front of him in what he supposes is an appropriate stance and then makes a motion for Yamaguchi to begin. “I’m Chang, by the way.” he adds as a quiet afterthought.

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Oh boooooyyyss~! We’re missing Tsukishima and Yamaguchi because I got really tired pff; But enjoy these boys anyway! (also I know their heights are a little wonky but HEYO)

Done in stream 14-08-14

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o___q

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by ながた

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ごひ by 薬師寺

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Yuu noticed just by his face that he was really hungry. Yuu was also starving so he knew he was the same. Once they got to their seats Yuu hummed to himself. At the questionable look Yuu chuckled as well 

“It’s like a saying of a best friend who’s a guy. My bro. Yeah me and Ryuu have been friends since little. So of course we would get along. Do you have a bro Wufei? “ he asked swaying a bit on his seat waiting to order his food. He honestly wanted to eat everything they were serving but he might as well just eat a little bit and save the rest of his money for tomorrow. 

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Wufei’s mouth purses into a small smile, imagining his best friend’s reaction to being called ‘bro’. He could just see the look on his face in his mind, and it was an amusing thought that lightened his mood considerably.

“Yes, I suppose I do..” Wufei answers, “But I haven’t known him that long.. not since childhood, anyway. He’s more a ‘recent development’, I guess you’d say.” Wufei actually chuckles at this, sitting back and looking at Yuu, suddenly glad he’d made this acquaintance. He hadn’t smiled in ages, let alone laughed. The positive atmosphere rolling off his company was infectious.

“This ‘Ryuu’ is fortunate to have you; maybe I’ll get to meet him.” he adds, handing the menu to the approaching server and placing his order. “What is he like?”

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The question was asked out of instinct and worry, so Yamaguchi certainly didn’t expect such harsh response from the other. Well. He couldn’t really bring himself to call him out, when it was his ball that had hit the older’s head in the first place. Anyone would be upset at what happened, so he understood. Instead, Yamaguchi pressed his lips together, listening to what the other had to say to him before he would be let off. 

The offer had caught him off guard though.  

“You play?” He assumed he did from his offer. He was not really against the idea, but it had honestly surprised him, especially after the accident between them. But hey, why not? Hopefully this wasn’t a plot to get back at him. “Okay? If…you’re sure?" 

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“Ah, no, actually..” Wufei answers. He didn’t play. But practice was practice and he was confident he could figure it out well enough. “I’ve never played, but I’m up for it.”

He couldn’t blame the guy for being wary; Wufei hadn’t exactly been cordial in his reaction to being hit in the back of the head. Surprisingly, he found himself wanting to earn himself better standing with the volleyball player.

Wufei rolls up his sleeves and considers this unlikely development, chalking it up to the fact that they could run into each other in the future and Wufei didn’t want to leave such a profusely negative first impression. The guy seemed genuinely nice and pleasant. “Do you attend Karasuno?”

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yamaverse said: “–Who are you calling an ornery jackass!?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I thought it was obvious...”

*points at bespectacledcrow*

“Him.”

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“...’bout as cute as an ornery jackass can be, I suppose.”