Mischief mage: Actually, i've changed my mind. I won't be bashing Relena that much...not to say that i won't...
The sun peeped up over the hilltops, what it saw made it want to slide back down the otherside and throw up in the gorge of the next city. It was a postcard picture morning of all postcard picture mornings. The few stars that had risked seeing the morning now puttered out in disgust as the reluctant rays of the sun illuminated the leafy green forest top. A river jaunted cheerfully back and forth, a blue zipper that held the two mountain ranges on either side of the valley together. Dew sparkled like the shards of glass, hiding the fact that there were shards of glass everywhere. The colonies had told the Earth that it was stupid to transport giant glass planes in fighter jets, but did they listen? Luckily the deer prancing about didn't notice. Yes there were deer, there's always deer. If you don't have deer and some oddly outgoing bunnies snuffling about then it's just not worth it.
Beside the sparkling river, two silhouettes stand in the syrupy sunlight. Or rather, one stands and one kneels, getting their pants soaked through on the dew not to mention getting glass encrusted knees. How they got to the middle of this godforsaken home of Disney allusions not saying that Disney is bad is completely irrelevant of course. Their lips move. The rabbits and deer and all the widdle birdies stick their heads in as though they care.
'Relena?...'
'Heero…'
'Relena…'
'Heero'
'Relena?'
'Heero…I'
'Relen-OW'
The baseball league parrot with one to many deer droppings was quickly detained. He was later sent to a containment facility where he was re-educated before being deemed safe to return to the wild.
"Anyway…Relena"
"Heero"
"Relena"
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"Heero, will you marry me?"
FLUMP"
The pilot had fallen straight backwards onto a bed of cold, wet grass; he was out like Quatre after 2 shots of gin. Of course Quatre believed that gin was just a word that rhymed with shin. Relena got up off her knee, pulled out a folded piece of paper and a pen.
Get engaged to Heero…Check
Returning the list to her pocket, Relena rolled up her sleeves, grasped her new fiancé around the ankle and began dragging him back to her pretty pink limousine. The shape of Heero's spread-eagled body in the grass was fenced off and made into a tourist attraction with the entire valley being cleared, developed, blown up by future guerrilla warfare and then redeveloped.
That's industry for you.
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No messages in inbox
Duo Maxwell lent back on his chair stretching his back. This is what secretary's are for…. But he knew that he would never go there again, not after the last one whose name was Sheryl, had five shots of straight vodka for breakfast, lunch, tea, smelt like the after effects of asparagus and had a bad habit of leaving her paper shredder in inappropriate places, namely places that were normally occupied by Duo's braid.
Duo glanced at the clock on the corner of the screen.
Still got half an hour before Hilde figures out that I conned her into doing the dishes, plus maybe an extra fifteen minutes after she finds the flour spill in the kitchen…how about some… net surfing!
The braided pilot's hand shot out onto the mouse which practically squealed at the indignity of being handled in such a way.
Click, click, click, clickety, click!
Duo Maxwell Message board.
Big news?
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"Ggurl: OMG. Has every1 herd? Heero and Relena are engaged
1x2luva: Ever1 says that
Ggurl: No. Im serious! They r engaged! It said so in the news!
1x2luva: If you dare say that again I am going come over there and shove my computer screen up your-"
CLICK
Duo exited the internet, staring as his rainbow coloured squiggles wriggled across the screen saver.
After twenty minutes, he started to laugh. A laugh that didn't take breaths. I kind of non-stop, crazy, maniacal but sadly hysterical laugh. Can't imagine it? Tell a double amputee that if they don't start laughing then you're going to start sawing off their legs.Record them and play it over and over again with out breaks. That's what it sounded like.
When Hilde came in, Duo had passed out on the floor. She took full advantage of it.
'Focus. Focus'
Trowa stood balancing on tightrope that should have cut through his feet.
'TROWA. PHONE!'
Pilot number 3 swayed slightly but regained his balance in time to snatch a black cordless phone from the air in front of him. He nodded thanks to Catherine.
'Hello?'
Catherine returned to her caravan while the ringmaster remained watching him from about 80 feet below. The man froze. Not a concentrated frozen but popsicle frozen. And we all know that popsicles aren't decent circus performers, they just have no personality. The ringmaster watched, not twitching a muscle. Trowa fell in a pool of liquid being prepared below with a "schplop".
The ringmaster sighed and nudged one of the workers, "Make sure he doesn't drink any of that. That's the kerosene for the fire breather act."
He then walked calmly from the tent, twirling his moustache around his finger all the way.
Quatre looked up from the email from Trowa to Rashid who was reading it over his shoulder.
"But…I thought that Duo…"
"You have reached the voice mailbox of Heero Yuy. I'm not here. Leave a message. If you are an insane yaoi fangirl. I will hunt you down and kill you."
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"Heero Yuy, It's Wufei. I got Relena's message and I just wanted to tell you……DON'T DO IT! GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! SAVE YOURSELF! YOU'RE RUN – ARGH. GET OFF ME SALLY! (sounds of pushing and shoving) wait…Sally what are you doing? HEY! GET AWAY FROM THAT POWER COR –"