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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: PG Warnings: Humor, fluff, friendship. Pairings: none Summary: It’s the first day of Hanukkah and Duo wants to make sure the holiday gets some love. Prompt: Hanukkah "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 6: Hanukkah Agent Chang Wufei grumbled tiredly as he shuffled to the coffee pot located in the break room of Preventers Headquarters. Eyes half open under the godawful florescent lighting, he bitched to no one in particular about the outrageous hour Une expected them to report to work. Honestly, did that woman ever sleep? So distracted by his own groggy woes, he almost missed the fussing braided man a few feet away, singing, “Chanukah, oh, Chanukah”. Wufei raised a questioning brow. Is that Yiddish? Duo’s excitably hopping body suddenly moved to the side and Wufei spotted a Menorah sitting in the middle of the lunch table, a candle lighting one branch. A blue and white banner showcasing the Star of David was draped across the wall above the kitchenette’s sink, between two rows of cabinets, with Happy Chanukah written in blue. “Maxwell, what the hell are you doing?” Duo turned, gracing him with a smile far too bright for this hour of the day. “Oh, good morning, Fei-Ray. It’s the first day of Hanukkah.” He pointed at the lit candle. “This is a Menorah. You light one ca -” Wufei held up a hand. “Yes, I know what Hanukkah is, Maxwell. Aren’t you Catholic?” Duo shrugged. “Meh. You could say I’m agnostic, but whatever.” “Uh huh. So why are you celebrating a Jewish holiday?” Duo’s expression resembled that of a little boy who’d just been told his dad accidentally ran over his puppy. “Why not?” Wufei stared back, trying to decide if it was worth the debate, then he waved his hand and turned away. “Whatever. Suit yourself.” “Wufei?” He paused, praying to every god he could think of that he wouldn’t regret this. “What?” Duo raised his arm, holding up a closed fist. “Open your hand.” Wufei eyed him warily. “Why?” Duo’s eyes rolled back into his head. “Oh, jeez. Just do it, would ya?“ Reluctantly, he held his hand out, palm up, and watched the unpredictable jokester closely for any sign of foul play. "God, you’re paranoid.” Duo shook his head and dropped what looked like a top into his hand. It was four-sided and made of wood. Each side was hand-painted with blue letters, written in the Hebrew alphabet. Wufei glanced down at his hand, then back up at Duo whose eyes sparkled with pride. “It’s a Dreidel. Made it myself. Happy Hanukkah, Fei.” He spun on his heel and went back to the candelabrum, singing Latke'le Latke'le at the top of his lungs. Wufei observed him a moment as he danced around the room, prompting cheerful grins and laughter from the other Preventers. The man who seemed to exist solely to be a thorn in his side and thrived on driving him up the wall was embracing the long sacred customs of another culture as if they were his own. Even Wuei’s bitter heart couldn’t help but feel a little warmed by the gesture. He smiled and whispered, “Happy Hanukkah, Maxwell,” and left the room, taking his coffee to his desk. Perhaps he could give the idiot a break. At least for today.
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