Chapter 1

The first thing that caught Chang Wufei's attention as he made his way through the crowded lecture hall was a long thick braid. A long -long- thick braid. It had to be at least a meter long.

Now, Wufei wasn't one to have any kind of fetishes, and certainly not a hair fetish, but the sight of that hair was tempting. It made the skin on his fingertips itch and he rubbed them together to sooth it. The braid had been thrown over the back of its owner's seat and was now dangling in front of the next row of seats.

He almost abandoned his usual seat in the back for a chance to see that hair up close. But the thought of having to sit in the middle of that crowd made an uneasy feeling spread through his stomach. No, he could not handle sitting there. Not in the middle rows. The seats behind the braid was still mostly empty, but it wouldn't be for long. The middle rows were always taken first.

Instead he made his way up the stairs to the back of the hall. No one ever sat in the last two rows. Especially now during the winter. The ventilation that pumped out cold air over your head made sure of that. It was absolutely freezing and no one in their right mind would ever voluntarily sit back there. Except Wufei, which was the whole point since he really wanted to be left alone.

He prepared himself for the cold draught by buttoning up his jacket, pulling his knitted hat down farther and flipping his collar up to protect his neck. Wufei shivered lightly and decided that it really was time to knit himself a long scarf. The chilled air swept over him as he sat down and made himself comfortable. He put his bag on the seat next to him and systematically took out his books, notepad and several pencils.

He could never understand why you would take notes with only one color. And if you only had one color, why would you choose black? Wufei always had at least seven pencils. Black (yes, he did have one), dark blue, two different shades of green, brown, wine-red, and pink. And while the red one was definitely his favorite, he did have a special connection with the pink one.

Now, no one had ever called Wufei feminine (at least they had never had the guts to do so to his face) and he certainly did not feel any urges to connect with his feminine side (if he even wanted to admit that he had one). But it did give him a small trill to have something that was so obviously girly. You could even say that the pink pen were Wufei's version of a rebellion against the preconceived sexual roles in society. Or maybe he just liked the color.

But what ever it was that had made him buy that pen, you could now see the result at the top of that blank page in front of him. 'October 25, Dr Lowis, Economical History of Eastern Europe.' The neat letters were written in bright pink and amused Wufei to the point that he decided that -this- was the pen that he was going to use today. He briefly considered procuring enough pens to give him a whole rainbow, but dismissed the thought. He might be gay, but he wasn't that gay. Wufei was all for being proud of who you were, but he did not see the need to express it with rainbow colored artifacts. Not that a few colorful pencils would be such a big deal (or that anyone would ever see them), but that was not the point. The point was that Wufei would know and that was all that mattered.

Leaning forward with his elbows resting on ether side of his pad he took his time to survey the room. There was still time left before the lecturer would arrive and people were wandering in, looking like dog walkers that knew they had to take the dog out into the pouring rain or suffer the consequence. This was another advantage of sitting in the back. You could watch everyone else, but no one could watch you without you noticing.

And speaking about watching. His eyes searched for the braid and found it deep in the crowd. It really was magnificent and Wufei's fingers once again itched to touch it.

And then it happens. It could have been described as something like 'as if the world stopped in it's orbit' or maybe it was more of a religious experience, just without the burning bushes, the lotus flowers popping out of the ground, and you know, the religion. However you would like to describe it, the only thing that was going through Wufei's mind at that moment went somewhere in the line of 'holy shit,' 'wow' and other eloquent phrases. The pink pen took a nose dive from his limp finger and left a big plump on his pad under 'Low-'. The sudden dryness in his mouth probably had a slight connection with the fact that his jaw had dropped the second 'IT' had happened.

Now what did happen that would inspire that kind of reaction? Let me tell you, what happened was something so amazing, so incredible that it could only be described like this... 'the owner of the braid turned around.'

It was a miracle. Because not only was the braid attached to a man, it was in fact attached to a absolutely beautiful man. Wufei swallowed thickly as he watched the man talk to the people in the row behind him with a big grin on his striking face. For a moment Wufei could not determine if he should be beating himself up for not following the braid's allurement or not. If he had, he would have been sitting right there, So close to that Adonis looking man that he would have been able to see every detail of his beauty. But on the other hand, he would be much closer to him. Being close enough to see better also meant that he –Wufei Chang- would be close enough to be seen. The thought filled him with unease. No, it was better to watch from a distance. Nothing good could ever come from getting near that vision.

Wufei's musings were interrupted by the arrival of Dr Lowis. After a quick search on the floor he found his pen. But the bright pink color did not hold the same attraction as before. With a sigh, he put the lid back on and took out the black one instead.

A/N

Now, the first thing I would like to say is 'thank you' to SakuyasLittleBird who beta read this story. Without her this story would probably never have been posted.

Please tell me what you thought about the story. A quick, "update soon", a short complain about the characters being OCC or something like that would make me very happy. The next chapter will be posted in a few days