Disclaimer: GW = not mine.

Author's Note: For Kit. I hate you.

Instructional Fiction
by mistress amethyst une

Heero wasn't entirely sure exactly what was unfolding on this holodisc. He just put it in the player, and watched the three dimensional figures appear before him as he got settled on the couch.

"Watch it alone," Duo had said. "Retrieved it from some old MS in the scrapyard. It could help with that upcoming security detail you have at Brussels."

So if this was data, what was with that music? The notes had a certain strange twang to them, hardly befitting anything of government interest. Was that a banjo? He made a mental note to run the audio track through his computer. Maybe the data was coded in the sound.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he looked on as the projection of a scrawny looking boy with ruffled brown hair materialized. Before him was what appeared to be a metal capsule resembling himself, only dressed as a winged nobleman.

This was...strange.

Was it code?

"The only way to awaken the Little Prince is to raise her core body temperature," muttered the holographic boy to himself, opening the capsule. A girl fell out, her long blonde hair strategically covering certain parts of her anatomy. The boy managed a badly acted shiver before delivering his next stilted line: "She is cold."

An instructional video, perhaps? But for what?

The boy lowered her to the floor just as a priest walked onto the scene. "I am GLAD you have made IT, Aurora. She is NOT well."

This actor was worse. He kept placing emphasis on words that didn't require it. Still, Heero persisted, unwilling to look away lest a flash of the secrets hidden in the video reveal themselves. Perhaps he needed to pick apart the frames after viewing?

"What must I do?" inquired the boy.

"There is nothing you CAN do. We lack the EQUIPMENT to raise her TEMPERATURE and make her COME alive."

A long pause ensued and Heero observed, eyes unblinking.

"Equipment, you say?"

Another long pause.

"I have the EQUIPMENT!" declared the boy loudly, ripping off his meager tank top and spandex shorts in a tearaway fashion. Apparently, the outfit had been a one-piece ensemble held together by velcro.

The jig was up and Heero shut off the player in disgust before storming off for Duo's at three in the morning to give him hell.

Kit, I REALLY hate you. 8(