It's Torture! (p)
Calliope
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam wing would I be
writing this? No I'd be on a yot
somewhere on the pacific sunbathing but I'm not I'm on an island somewhere in
the pacific typing
Authoresses Note: I dunno where it came
from I dunno how it happened
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I guess you could call it
a normal morning. Normal, that is,
depending on your definition of the word. Let's just say it was a normal morning in Quatre's summerhouse somewhere
in the Sahara. I still haven't figured
out why the Winner's have a summerhouse in the middle of a huge desert but what
can ya do? Anyway to get on with
things: Duo is pouring syrup all over his pancakes and I really don't think
that as much syrup as he's pouring right now going through your system can be
very healthy, Quatre's drinking his
tea, Trowa had to go help Cathy with something at the circus, Wufei is
scowling, and I am drinking a steaming cup of coffee, black as midnight and
strong enough to melt the hubcaps off of Zechs's BMW. Yeah I started calling him Zechs, everyone else does and it sort
of just caught. Whoops, I almost
forgot, Mr.
Imtheperfectsoldiersothatgivesmetherighttoalwaysactlikeihaveafreakingstickshovedupmyass
Yuy is reading the paper. I guess
that's pretty much a normal morning for anyone right?
Ok
so forget the morning, let's talk about why I'm here. It all started with my thirty-second birthday party. No, I'm not thirty-two I'm eighteen. It was my thirty-second birthday party
because that's how long it lasted: 30 seconds. Yep 30 seconds before an assassin held me at point blank range, dragged
outside to a car, driven off to some old seaport where the guy would have shot
me and thrown my body in the ocean if Mr. Imtheperfect-ah you know the rest,
well anyway he broke the would-be assassin's neck and tossed him in the
river. Of course me being the idiot I
am just had to ask, "Did you have to kill him that way? I'm mean couldn't you have just shot him?"
And then Mr. Perfect Soldier looked at me weird, shook his head, and pushed me
back in the car. Hey seeing somebody
break somebody else's neck is really gross ya know. And to think Duo was grossed out when he saw Heero reset his own
broken bones. Thank god he wasn't
there. Anyway we went back to the
party, and of course all the guests were gone except for the Gundam pilots and
my brother and Noin. And of course
Zechs exploded when I got back, he was all, "Thank GOD you're alive!" and "Are
you hurt?" So then me, being the idiot
I am said, "No, I'm fine Heero saved me." I knew my brother didn't like Mr. Perfect Soldier and well saying
that he saved me must have rubbed him the wrong way because he got all
stiff and started talking about precautions to ensure my safety for the next
month or so. That's how I ended up in the
ultimate safe-house living with five men. Can you spell torture?
