Oh What a Kuwai Poke'mon!
Chapter 1: What did that Pikachu say!?
A Crazy Bit of Fan Fiction by: Snow Rose
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Hello everyone. This would be my third fic (I'm on a role here people). I don't know if you've seen my other ones or not. Either way, I hope you like this one. Not to give away any of the cool stuff but I thought I should tell you now this is a crossover. It's a rather odd crossover too because it's a cross between three different shows. Ranma, Gundam Wing, and Poke'mon have all been combined to create...uh, my fic. Well, just read it and see what you think!
Oh yeah, and it's the same thing as always. I don't own the characters, wish I did though, wish they were real, blah-blah-blah! Anyway, enjoy!
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"I will...survive!" The words echoed softly in Heero's mind as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. He had been dreaming again, in what had become a habit lately. Looking about, he tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. "You awake Hee-chan," came the annoyingly familiar voice above his head. Looking up, his cobalt eyes met a pair of vibrant purple ones. Those eyes stared down at him hopefully. "Hn," was all he gave as a reply before going back to staring out the window like he had before he fell asleep. The war was over now but he still felt the need to remain vigilant and on watch for danger. Duo, who didn't know the meaning of the word vigilant, was determined to distract him. Plopping down in the seat beside him, the braided baka immediately started asking questions and talking non-stop, mouth moving a mile a minute. "...as far as the party, I told Quatre not to invite Releena, he wanted to, but I told him not to because you would probably get mad and then, you'd probably kill her, SO!" Pausing for breath, the braided boy was surprised to find Heero actually looking at him. "Duo," Heero said softly, no hint of threat in his voice, "if you do not stop talking, I am afraid that I will have to hurt you." Blinking, Duo just sat there staring at him. Gulping several times, he finally found his voice, "Uh, sure Heero," he said quietly, not sure if Heero would explode or not. Nodding curtly, Heero turned back the window. Straightening, Duo did his best to hold still and not even breath noisily.
Constantly afraid that Heero would suddenly get the notion to shoot him, Duo continued to sit perfectly still. Of course, Duo never was very good at sitting still for long (or even short) periods of time. After several minutes of just sitting there, he could stand it no longer. In one single motion Duo stood up and slipped behind the chair. Expecting to look up and find himself staring down the barrel of Heero's gun, Duo was quite surprised when he heard the soft snore that came from Heero's chair. Peeping up over the edge, Duo looked down to find that Heero had fallen asleep yet again. Straightening, he started to head off towards the front of the transfer. "What's up with him?" he wondered to himself. It just wasn't like Heero to keep falling asleep like that. On his way up to the front, he found Wu Fei. The Chinese boy was hanging upside down from his bunk bed, eyes closed, breathing even and slow. Pausing briefly to stare at the other boy's rather odd position, Duo tried to dredge through his memory and see if there was a reason for it. That was when he remembered that Wu Fei had been studying how to alter the blood flow in his body lately. Given the fact that Wu Fei's face wasn't purple, Duo figured that he must have gotten the hang of it. Finally making his way up to the front, Duo turned the knob and walked right on in. "Hey O! What's up clown?" he greeted his fellow pilots. Chuckling Quatre assured him that everything was just fine. Trowa merely greeted him with a slight nod. Smiling Duo went on to ask, "Hey, what's up with Heero you guys? It's like someone put sleeping pills in his coffee. The poor guy can't stay awake for more than three minutes!" Still chuckling a little, Quatre replied, "Right as usual Duo. I DID put sleeping pills, or at least something similar in his coffee. Heero's been staying up late every night on that blasted laptop of his and he won't sleep during the day. He'll ruin his life if he doesn't get enough sleep. If he's not going to sleep at night than I'm going to make SURE that he sleeps during the day." Smiling, Duo leaned up against the doorframe saying only, "Glad someone finally put him to bed! The guys inhuman you know!" From his seat beside Quatre, Trowa was nodding.
Grinning Duo turned his attention to Trowa. "And what's with you? When do you go to bed huh?" Startled by the sudden change of subject, Trowa just stared at him before stuttering, "Why...t-the same t-time that all of-you guys-do!" "Yeah sure!" Duo said, shooting Quatre a knowing look. Quatre in turn just laughed, keeping his eyes on the road. After that, their conversation turned from the various pilots sleeping patterns (NOT partners) to other things like the weather and where they were headed. That was about that time that "IT" showed up...
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"Ahhhhhh! Oh my, what in the name of Allah is THAT thing!?" Quatre yelled as he jammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel abruptly to the left. The sudden motion threw Duo to his knees and nearly threw Trowa from his seat (he didn't fall though thanks to his seat belt...Remember, safety first kids). Out of seemingly nowhere a huge red bird had appeared before the transfer. "Oh my God it's Suzaku!" Duo yelled over the noise of the tires screeching and Quatre yelling as he tried to maneuver out of the thing's way. With a strange, almost musical squawk, the great bird flew up out of their way. Shooting away into the distance like a miniature red comet, it was gone in mere seconds. Unfortunately, it was too late for Quatre to do anything. Frantically pulling the wheel this way and that, Quatre almost had them back on the road when something else happened. Something sharp punctured one of the tires and with the sudden blast, it knocked the vehicle once off course again and straight towards a tree. Crying out, Quatre tried slamming the brakes again but in the loose dirt of the forest they had run off into, he couldn't get the transfer to do anything more than slow slightly. "We're gonna hit!" he yelled over the other noises, throwing himself to the floor.
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"Huh?" Heero looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor. "How did I get here?" he wondered incredulously, pushing himself to his feet. Looking out the window briefly, he noted that they were no longer moving and that the scenery had changed. And judging by the strange tilt to the floor, they probably weren't even on the road anymore. Heero noticed all these things within the span of a few seconds. Only minutes after his first impressions of his surroundings followed the immediate need to know where the others were. Without another thought Heero went rushing up towards the front of the vehicle. On his way there he found Wu Fei. The young Chinese was sprawled the same as he had been, face down on the floor. Rolling him over, Heero looked him over with critical care. At first, he thought the other was unconscious but a quick check showed him that Wu Fei was still caught up in his meditations. He would be alright and Heero left him where he was to wake when he wanted to. Practically pouncing on the door to the front of the car, he threw the door open and rushed in. He walked in on what could have been considered an odd scene. The closest to him, Duo, was lying on his side with his back to Heero. Across from him, Quatre was laying sprawled on the floor, hands over his head. And Trowa...Trowa was lying flung back in his chair, his face a bloody mess with a nasty looking trickle of blood running down the side of his cheek as well. Waking Quatre with a few rough shakes to his shoulder, he sent the dazed blonde after a first aid kit. In the mean time, he gauged Trowa's breathing and tried to get the unibanged pilot to wake. Quatre returned with the kit, pushing Heero aside gently and getting to work cleaning up the American pilot. Normally Heero would have protested or at least have leveled Quatre with a killing glare before moving, but instead he just moved out of the way. Another spell of fatigue had just hit him. For whatever reason, he couldn't seem to stay awake today. Wobbling on his feet, Heero staggered over to one of the doorframes, leaning against it heavily. Shaking his head hard, he tried to clear it and tried to shake off this drowsiness. It seemed to be affecting his senses now too because even when he stopped shaking his head, it seemed like he was still moving. It took him several seconds to realize that it was Quatre gently shaking his shoulder and not him still shaking his head. "Heero, Heero," Quatre was saying, trying to get his attention. " You've got to get help Heero! No one else can, except you! Heero!" Shaking his head one final time, he started to push away from the doorframe and staggered towards the side door.
Pushing it open, he stumbled out and headed off in the general direction they had been going without looking back. Quatre watched from the door, wishing that he hadn't drugged Heero today. "He may not even be able to find help..." he thought worriedly. Thinking of the possible things that could go wrong, he was brought back to himself as Trowa moaned softly from his chair. Quatre had other things to worry about now. After all, Heero WAS the Perfect Soldier, he could take care of himself.
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Moving along at a fairly steady pace, Heero ambled on through the woods, trying to tell in what direction he might find help. It was hard to tell given the fact that the woods looked the same on either side and there was absolutely no stray sound that even hinted to any nearby civilization. "Why am I even bothering?" he asked himself sullenly as another wave of fatigue hit him. Whatever was making him so tired was starting to meddle with his ability to think as well. Seriously considering just turning around, Heero hardly noticed that there was anyone in front of him until he walked straight into him. "Ow! Oi sir, look where you is going ya?" Looking up through bleary eyes Heero just barely made out the image of a large, rather chubby man's face. A pair of tiny brown eyes stared back at him as he just continued staring at the man. It seemed that his mind was failing him. About the only thing he still had a grip on was his mission. That alone was what caused him to ask the Chinese looking man, "Ca-can you tell me where I can find help? Our t-truck crashed we need help." The man blinked a few times before answering, "OH! You want to go to Jusenkyo, ya?" Shaking his head a little Heero simply asked, "Can I get help there?" The chubby man shook his head, "Maybe yes, maybe no, you see, ya?" Wondering what was up with the man's accent, Heero just nodded and started following the rather tubby fellow through the trees.
It didn't take long for them to reach the Jusenkyo thing that the man had been talking about. Of course, when they got there, it was far from what Heero would have pictured. He had been thinking of a little village or something with little half naked children running about. Instead, they had come out on some...hot springs?! The man spread his arms wide indicating the whole area. "This be Jusenkyo!" he announced happily. Heero was anything BUT happy. Not only was he so tired that he felt about ready to pass out, but he was now no closer to finding help than he had been before. Angrily, he reached behind his back to the holster around his waist. Pulling out his gun, he aimed it at the fat man, bleary vision causing him to float before Heero. "Before you die, tell me, is there any civilized place around here?" he asked coldly. The fat man shook his head nervously and tried to protest but it was too late. With a finalizing ::BANG!:: it was all over. Turning, Heero was about to head back to the truck and admit defeat. He hadn't gone more than a few steps though when he slipped on a rock (or something like that). Falling backwards, he ended up landing in one of the springs. With a loud ::SLASH!:: Heero went in without time even to cry out. Across from him, lying where he had fallen, the tubby guy leaned up on one elbow. Pulling out a bulletproof vest, he proceeded to pull out Heero's bullet and stood up. "Oh what a shame sir!" he called out, looking down over the spring into which Heero had fallen. "That spring has very tragic legend. VERY tragic! Is a tale of a poor drowned Pikachu! Oh so sorry sir!" And with that, the chubby man in the brown suit went running away. Just as he was out of sight, a tiny yellow figure burst out of the water. It lay there for a moment, panting and gasping for air. There was no sign of Heero.
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Heero threw himself down on the ground surrounding the spring. At first, he just lay there panting, not noticing in the least that anything about him had changed. It was only when he went to stand and found himself standing on four legs instead of two that he noticed what had happened to him. With an internal gasp of utter horror, he looked over his miraculously changed body. He was now a tiny yellow, mouse-like creature with an oddly shaped tail and tiny, clawed paws. "What the heck has happened to me!?" he wondered to himself, turning around to look at himself in the now calm waters of the spring. His face was even more odd than his body. It definitely had a very mouse like look to it with the cute black eyes and a little black nose, but there was also something really odd. On both of his cheeks, he had twin red circles, kind of like a clown. "What's happened to me?" he asked himself again. "And what did that guy say? Something about this being the spring of a...drowned...pikachu or something. What did that have to do with anything. Why was he in this strange body!?" All these questions and more spun about in his head making him feel more than just a little light headed and dizzy.
And yet, through all these questions came a burning need to return to the others. Perhaps they could help him with this problem. Testing his new body, he took a few steps forward...and then a few more. The next thing he knew, he had taken off running through the trees. At first he thought that this new body might not be able to go very fast for very long, but now, he could see just how wrong he had been. Some strange electrical currents seemed to be flowing through him kept him moving and kept him moving FAST! Testing these currents, he found that they responded to his will. Pausing briefly he experimented with these new found powers. Willing a charge to hit a patch of moss not far from him, he watched in amazement as a tiny bolt of electricity jumped from those odd red spots on his cheeks to the patch of moss. "Hmm, interesting," he tried to say out loud. Instead, it came out more like, "Pika...pikachu." Trying again and again, Heero nearly lost all interest in his new body when he found that he could no longer say anything other than...the name of what he was. Trying several more times and only ending up more frustrated, Heero decided to return to the others and get the problem taken care of. That would have to take top priority over everything else! Resuming his run through the trees he got back to the transfer much faster than he thought he would. Running up to the open door to the front of the truck, he leapt up and went in. What he found was NOT what he would have expected. No one was there. Stretching his ears though, he caught the hint of someone talking. And if his ears weren't lying to him, it was Duo. The sound of Duo's voice got closer and closer. Heero made no move to go to him. Duo was coming this way.
As if to confirm this, just then Duo walked around the corner. The braided boy was carrying a small tray cluttered with bloody bandages and a pitcher of...something. Still talking, Duo didn't even notice Heero until he practically stepped on him. "Whoa, what the..." For the first time in his life, Heero actually thought Duo was going to do something practical (like not scream his head off and go hugging Heero like crazy, telling him how CUTE he was). Still staring at him, Duo just stood there. That was, until he dropped the tray and in turn dropped to his knees, scooping Heero up in his arms. "Oh how CUTE!" he exclaimed happily. Nope, Duo was going to act like an idiotic love struck kid once again. "Quatre! QUATRE!" Duo was yelling now. The blonde boy emerged quickly from the hall with the bunks, a look on his face as though he was expecting the roof to fall in. "What, Duo!? What is it!?" Grinning, Duo held Heero (now a pikachu) up for Quatre to see. "Look at him! Isn't he cute!?" Relaxing ever so slightly, Quatre's face took on a look of worried impatience. "Duo, leave the little mouse thing alone. You're supposed to be getting more bandages for Trowa, remember?" With a look of utter dejection, Duo started to put Heero down. That was about the time that Heero discovered he could still say one thing in English (or Japanese in this case). Glaring at the braided boy above him, Heero said calmly, "Omae o korosu." After that fatal statement, it was noticed from the outside of the truck that the inside of the vehicle was lit up brightly from the inside for a scant second, followed shortly by a loud explosion. Inside the transfer's front, everything had been charred black and nothing that wasn't bolted or otherwise fastened to anything was no longer standing. Still sitting beside Heero, arms held out slightly, Duo was frozen comically in place, his face covered in black ash. Quatre, standing at the doorway, was equally just as black as Duo and was also not looking very happy. "What did that THING just say?" he asked softly. "Omae o korosu," Duo repeated just as softly as Quatre. It was noted that at this time, the little electric rat was looking VERY pleased with itself.
Chapter 1: What did that Pikachu say!?
A Crazy Bit of Fan Fiction by: Snow Rose
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Hello everyone. This would be my third fic (I'm on a role here people). I don't know if you've seen my other ones or not. Either way, I hope you like this one. Not to give away any of the cool stuff but I thought I should tell you now this is a crossover. It's a rather odd crossover too because it's a cross between three different shows. Ranma, Gundam Wing, and Poke'mon have all been combined to create...uh, my fic. Well, just read it and see what you think!
Oh yeah, and it's the same thing as always. I don't own the characters, wish I did though, wish they were real, blah-blah-blah! Anyway, enjoy!
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"I will...survive!" The words echoed softly in Heero's mind as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. He had been dreaming again, in what had become a habit lately. Looking about, he tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. "You awake Hee-chan," came the annoyingly familiar voice above his head. Looking up, his cobalt eyes met a pair of vibrant purple ones. Those eyes stared down at him hopefully. "Hn," was all he gave as a reply before going back to staring out the window like he had before he fell asleep. The war was over now but he still felt the need to remain vigilant and on watch for danger. Duo, who didn't know the meaning of the word vigilant, was determined to distract him. Plopping down in the seat beside him, the braided baka immediately started asking questions and talking non-stop, mouth moving a mile a minute. "...as far as the party, I told Quatre not to invite Releena, he wanted to, but I told him not to because you would probably get mad and then, you'd probably kill her, SO!" Pausing for breath, the braided boy was surprised to find Heero actually looking at him. "Duo," Heero said softly, no hint of threat in his voice, "if you do not stop talking, I am afraid that I will have to hurt you." Blinking, Duo just sat there staring at him. Gulping several times, he finally found his voice, "Uh, sure Heero," he said quietly, not sure if Heero would explode or not. Nodding curtly, Heero turned back the window. Straightening, Duo did his best to hold still and not even breath noisily.
Constantly afraid that Heero would suddenly get the notion to shoot him, Duo continued to sit perfectly still. Of course, Duo never was very good at sitting still for long (or even short) periods of time. After several minutes of just sitting there, he could stand it no longer. In one single motion Duo stood up and slipped behind the chair. Expecting to look up and find himself staring down the barrel of Heero's gun, Duo was quite surprised when he heard the soft snore that came from Heero's chair. Peeping up over the edge, Duo looked down to find that Heero had fallen asleep yet again. Straightening, he started to head off towards the front of the transfer. "What's up with him?" he wondered to himself. It just wasn't like Heero to keep falling asleep like that. On his way up to the front, he found Wu Fei. The Chinese boy was hanging upside down from his bunk bed, eyes closed, breathing even and slow. Pausing briefly to stare at the other boy's rather odd position, Duo tried to dredge through his memory and see if there was a reason for it. That was when he remembered that Wu Fei had been studying how to alter the blood flow in his body lately. Given the fact that Wu Fei's face wasn't purple, Duo figured that he must have gotten the hang of it. Finally making his way up to the front, Duo turned the knob and walked right on in. "Hey O! What's up clown?" he greeted his fellow pilots. Chuckling Quatre assured him that everything was just fine. Trowa merely greeted him with a slight nod. Smiling Duo went on to ask, "Hey, what's up with Heero you guys? It's like someone put sleeping pills in his coffee. The poor guy can't stay awake for more than three minutes!" Still chuckling a little, Quatre replied, "Right as usual Duo. I DID put sleeping pills, or at least something similar in his coffee. Heero's been staying up late every night on that blasted laptop of his and he won't sleep during the day. He'll ruin his life if he doesn't get enough sleep. If he's not going to sleep at night than I'm going to make SURE that he sleeps during the day." Smiling, Duo leaned up against the doorframe saying only, "Glad someone finally put him to bed! The guys inhuman you know!" From his seat beside Quatre, Trowa was nodding.
Grinning Duo turned his attention to Trowa. "And what's with you? When do you go to bed huh?" Startled by the sudden change of subject, Trowa just stared at him before stuttering, "Why...t-the same t-time that all of-you guys-do!" "Yeah sure!" Duo said, shooting Quatre a knowing look. Quatre in turn just laughed, keeping his eyes on the road. After that, their conversation turned from the various pilots sleeping patterns (NOT partners) to other things like the weather and where they were headed. That was about that time that "IT" showed up...
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"Ahhhhhh! Oh my, what in the name of Allah is THAT thing!?" Quatre yelled as he jammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel abruptly to the left. The sudden motion threw Duo to his knees and nearly threw Trowa from his seat (he didn't fall though thanks to his seat belt...Remember, safety first kids). Out of seemingly nowhere a huge red bird had appeared before the transfer. "Oh my God it's Suzaku!" Duo yelled over the noise of the tires screeching and Quatre yelling as he tried to maneuver out of the thing's way. With a strange, almost musical squawk, the great bird flew up out of their way. Shooting away into the distance like a miniature red comet, it was gone in mere seconds. Unfortunately, it was too late for Quatre to do anything. Frantically pulling the wheel this way and that, Quatre almost had them back on the road when something else happened. Something sharp punctured one of the tires and with the sudden blast, it knocked the vehicle once off course again and straight towards a tree. Crying out, Quatre tried slamming the brakes again but in the loose dirt of the forest they had run off into, he couldn't get the transfer to do anything more than slow slightly. "We're gonna hit!" he yelled over the other noises, throwing himself to the floor.
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"Huh?" Heero looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor. "How did I get here?" he wondered incredulously, pushing himself to his feet. Looking out the window briefly, he noted that they were no longer moving and that the scenery had changed. And judging by the strange tilt to the floor, they probably weren't even on the road anymore. Heero noticed all these things within the span of a few seconds. Only minutes after his first impressions of his surroundings followed the immediate need to know where the others were. Without another thought Heero went rushing up towards the front of the vehicle. On his way there he found Wu Fei. The young Chinese was sprawled the same as he had been, face down on the floor. Rolling him over, Heero looked him over with critical care. At first, he thought the other was unconscious but a quick check showed him that Wu Fei was still caught up in his meditations. He would be alright and Heero left him where he was to wake when he wanted to. Practically pouncing on the door to the front of the car, he threw the door open and rushed in. He walked in on what could have been considered an odd scene. The closest to him, Duo, was lying on his side with his back to Heero. Across from him, Quatre was laying sprawled on the floor, hands over his head. And Trowa...Trowa was lying flung back in his chair, his face a bloody mess with a nasty looking trickle of blood running down the side of his cheek as well. Waking Quatre with a few rough shakes to his shoulder, he sent the dazed blonde after a first aid kit. In the mean time, he gauged Trowa's breathing and tried to get the unibanged pilot to wake. Quatre returned with the kit, pushing Heero aside gently and getting to work cleaning up the American pilot. Normally Heero would have protested or at least have leveled Quatre with a killing glare before moving, but instead he just moved out of the way. Another spell of fatigue had just hit him. For whatever reason, he couldn't seem to stay awake today. Wobbling on his feet, Heero staggered over to one of the doorframes, leaning against it heavily. Shaking his head hard, he tried to clear it and tried to shake off this drowsiness. It seemed to be affecting his senses now too because even when he stopped shaking his head, it seemed like he was still moving. It took him several seconds to realize that it was Quatre gently shaking his shoulder and not him still shaking his head. "Heero, Heero," Quatre was saying, trying to get his attention. " You've got to get help Heero! No one else can, except you! Heero!" Shaking his head one final time, he started to push away from the doorframe and staggered towards the side door.
Pushing it open, he stumbled out and headed off in the general direction they had been going without looking back. Quatre watched from the door, wishing that he hadn't drugged Heero today. "He may not even be able to find help..." he thought worriedly. Thinking of the possible things that could go wrong, he was brought back to himself as Trowa moaned softly from his chair. Quatre had other things to worry about now. After all, Heero WAS the Perfect Soldier, he could take care of himself.
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Moving along at a fairly steady pace, Heero ambled on through the woods, trying to tell in what direction he might find help. It was hard to tell given the fact that the woods looked the same on either side and there was absolutely no stray sound that even hinted to any nearby civilization. "Why am I even bothering?" he asked himself sullenly as another wave of fatigue hit him. Whatever was making him so tired was starting to meddle with his ability to think as well. Seriously considering just turning around, Heero hardly noticed that there was anyone in front of him until he walked straight into him. "Ow! Oi sir, look where you is going ya?" Looking up through bleary eyes Heero just barely made out the image of a large, rather chubby man's face. A pair of tiny brown eyes stared back at him as he just continued staring at the man. It seemed that his mind was failing him. About the only thing he still had a grip on was his mission. That alone was what caused him to ask the Chinese looking man, "Ca-can you tell me where I can find help? Our t-truck crashed we need help." The man blinked a few times before answering, "OH! You want to go to Jusenkyo, ya?" Shaking his head a little Heero simply asked, "Can I get help there?" The chubby man shook his head, "Maybe yes, maybe no, you see, ya?" Wondering what was up with the man's accent, Heero just nodded and started following the rather tubby fellow through the trees.
It didn't take long for them to reach the Jusenkyo thing that the man had been talking about. Of course, when they got there, it was far from what Heero would have pictured. He had been thinking of a little village or something with little half naked children running about. Instead, they had come out on some...hot springs?! The man spread his arms wide indicating the whole area. "This be Jusenkyo!" he announced happily. Heero was anything BUT happy. Not only was he so tired that he felt about ready to pass out, but he was now no closer to finding help than he had been before. Angrily, he reached behind his back to the holster around his waist. Pulling out his gun, he aimed it at the fat man, bleary vision causing him to float before Heero. "Before you die, tell me, is there any civilized place around here?" he asked coldly. The fat man shook his head nervously and tried to protest but it was too late. With a finalizing ::BANG!:: it was all over. Turning, Heero was about to head back to the truck and admit defeat. He hadn't gone more than a few steps though when he slipped on a rock (or something like that). Falling backwards, he ended up landing in one of the springs. With a loud ::SLASH!:: Heero went in without time even to cry out. Across from him, lying where he had fallen, the tubby guy leaned up on one elbow. Pulling out a bulletproof vest, he proceeded to pull out Heero's bullet and stood up. "Oh what a shame sir!" he called out, looking down over the spring into which Heero had fallen. "That spring has very tragic legend. VERY tragic! Is a tale of a poor drowned Pikachu! Oh so sorry sir!" And with that, the chubby man in the brown suit went running away. Just as he was out of sight, a tiny yellow figure burst out of the water. It lay there for a moment, panting and gasping for air. There was no sign of Heero.
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Heero threw himself down on the ground surrounding the spring. At first, he just lay there panting, not noticing in the least that anything about him had changed. It was only when he went to stand and found himself standing on four legs instead of two that he noticed what had happened to him. With an internal gasp of utter horror, he looked over his miraculously changed body. He was now a tiny yellow, mouse-like creature with an oddly shaped tail and tiny, clawed paws. "What the heck has happened to me!?" he wondered to himself, turning around to look at himself in the now calm waters of the spring. His face was even more odd than his body. It definitely had a very mouse like look to it with the cute black eyes and a little black nose, but there was also something really odd. On both of his cheeks, he had twin red circles, kind of like a clown. "What's happened to me?" he asked himself again. "And what did that guy say? Something about this being the spring of a...drowned...pikachu or something. What did that have to do with anything. Why was he in this strange body!?" All these questions and more spun about in his head making him feel more than just a little light headed and dizzy.
And yet, through all these questions came a burning need to return to the others. Perhaps they could help him with this problem. Testing his new body, he took a few steps forward...and then a few more. The next thing he knew, he had taken off running through the trees. At first he thought that this new body might not be able to go very fast for very long, but now, he could see just how wrong he had been. Some strange electrical currents seemed to be flowing through him kept him moving and kept him moving FAST! Testing these currents, he found that they responded to his will. Pausing briefly he experimented with these new found powers. Willing a charge to hit a patch of moss not far from him, he watched in amazement as a tiny bolt of electricity jumped from those odd red spots on his cheeks to the patch of moss. "Hmm, interesting," he tried to say out loud. Instead, it came out more like, "Pika...pikachu." Trying again and again, Heero nearly lost all interest in his new body when he found that he could no longer say anything other than...the name of what he was. Trying several more times and only ending up more frustrated, Heero decided to return to the others and get the problem taken care of. That would have to take top priority over everything else! Resuming his run through the trees he got back to the transfer much faster than he thought he would. Running up to the open door to the front of the truck, he leapt up and went in. What he found was NOT what he would have expected. No one was there. Stretching his ears though, he caught the hint of someone talking. And if his ears weren't lying to him, it was Duo. The sound of Duo's voice got closer and closer. Heero made no move to go to him. Duo was coming this way.
As if to confirm this, just then Duo walked around the corner. The braided boy was carrying a small tray cluttered with bloody bandages and a pitcher of...something. Still talking, Duo didn't even notice Heero until he practically stepped on him. "Whoa, what the..." For the first time in his life, Heero actually thought Duo was going to do something practical (like not scream his head off and go hugging Heero like crazy, telling him how CUTE he was). Still staring at him, Duo just stood there. That was, until he dropped the tray and in turn dropped to his knees, scooping Heero up in his arms. "Oh how CUTE!" he exclaimed happily. Nope, Duo was going to act like an idiotic love struck kid once again. "Quatre! QUATRE!" Duo was yelling now. The blonde boy emerged quickly from the hall with the bunks, a look on his face as though he was expecting the roof to fall in. "What, Duo!? What is it!?" Grinning, Duo held Heero (now a pikachu) up for Quatre to see. "Look at him! Isn't he cute!?" Relaxing ever so slightly, Quatre's face took on a look of worried impatience. "Duo, leave the little mouse thing alone. You're supposed to be getting more bandages for Trowa, remember?" With a look of utter dejection, Duo started to put Heero down. That was about the time that Heero discovered he could still say one thing in English (or Japanese in this case). Glaring at the braided boy above him, Heero said calmly, "Omae o korosu." After that fatal statement, it was noticed from the outside of the truck that the inside of the vehicle was lit up brightly from the inside for a scant second, followed shortly by a loud explosion. Inside the transfer's front, everything had been charred black and nothing that wasn't bolted or otherwise fastened to anything was no longer standing. Still sitting beside Heero, arms held out slightly, Duo was frozen comically in place, his face covered in black ash. Quatre, standing at the doorway, was equally just as black as Duo and was also not looking very happy. "What did that THING just say?" he asked softly. "Omae o korosu," Duo repeated just as softly as Quatre. It was noted that at this time, the little electric rat was looking VERY pleased with itself.