Duo was on the floor laughing as the three year old just stood there give a small glare. Quatre tried to hide his snickers behind his hand, and Trowa had an all out smile as he looked down at the pink faced Nataku pilot. The group calmed slightly while Heero just leaned against his door frame, he knew that the little girl wasn't done yet. He smirked as she walked up to him and pointed the gun in his face once again. Wufie looked at her in shock before two words left her small mouth.
"Omaeo korosu." The words were slightly jumbled in her soft voice but they all understood what she said.
The laughing and awing started once again as the group stared at the little girl. Duos bent down to pick up the little girl and hug her, but the beryl of a real gun stopped his attempts. Duo looked up to see Heero with his death glare and gun pointed at his head. Duo gave a nervous laugh and backed off the three year old. Chibi looked at the braided boy for a second then took out her gun and began to 'stealthily' move around him. The other pilots watched in interest as the child went around the distracted Deathscythe pilot. She took her squirt gun aimed and fired all of the pink died water into his precious braid.
Duo yelped as he felt cold water run down his back. Quickly remembering that that water was pink he pulled his braid to his eyes. There was his normally brown braid only pink. He let out a scream and this time all of the pilots laughed, save Heero who smirked happily.
The pilots sat on Heero's couch talking about something that Chibi didn't understand, and Duo was sulking in the corner so she decided to make some tea for her and her guests. Quatre noticed her heading for the kitchen and watched with interest. She pulled her bar stool over to a cupboard and got down six mix matched coffee cups, then pulled her heavy chair over to the sink and poured water into a tea kettle, the she started to pull it over to the stove when Quatre decided to help her with her little chore. He lifted the chair for her and smiled kindly. Chibi smiled and pointed over to the stove. He gave a gentle nod and put the chair where she wanted it. With a smile she turned on the burner and set the kettle over it, and then she looked to Quatre who was standing there waiting and pointed to on top of the fridge. He looked and saw a silver glisten, a tray. With a smile he took it down and put the coffee cups on the tray.
"Chibi go pack, we're moving." Heero's words were said softly as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hn." She bobbed her head of curls as she jumped gracefully from the chair and ran off to her room, dragging a still pouting Duo and a scowling Wufie to help her.
Trowa came into the kitchen and for a while the three just stood there for a moment. Quatre was the first to speak.
"Where did she come from, Heero?" Quatre spoke softly so that the three in the bedroom didn't hear them.
"Mission. She was being held in a containment unit at an Oz base." His voice was once again emotionless as he watched the kitchen door carefully.
"Is it safe to assume she's a friend?" Trowa asked his eyes on the door as well.
"Yes. She was being held there in top security system." Heero looked at them with a glare that said 'you hurt her I'll kill you'.
The two sighed. Suddenly a scream was heard coming from Chibi's room making Heero jump into action. He flew to her room to see her staring at a fighting Duo and Wufie, it had been Duo who screamed. Seconds later the other two arrived at the scene. All around clothes were scattered and Chibi did not look happy, one of her toys were broken. She picked up her toy katana and brought it over to Heero. He looked down at her then glared at the two fighting. Taking out his gun he aimed and fired…
Uranus- I changed it up… I'm not sure if I'll have her grow up or not, so I think I'm going just let it come along. Just so you know I don't like Relena so she will not have a good role… well maybe.. not sure yet. Sorry this is so short but I have to go to work. Next chp will be up soon I hope.
Disclaimer- I do not own Sailor Moon of Gundam Wing.
