Genie Magic
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: Hee hee. It's me again! First off, a big honkin' thank you to all my reviewers! May your Christmas stockings be filled with goodies galore. And just as a side note: sorry if my story's going' a bit too fast for your tastes. I'll try to tune it down slower. Tell me how ya like this chap!
~Chapter 4~
The stadiums were packed full of people, seniors and kiddies alike. Everyone's faces were filled with smiles, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The toddlers fidgeted impatiently in their seats, waiting for the first circus show of their lives. The tent echoed with cheering as the lighted dimmed down.
A single spotlight was focused onto the middle of the tent field. A brightly suited ringmaster calmly walked out and stood in the centre of the light. He raised his hat, bowed down low, winked to the small girl in the front row, and raised his microphone to his lips.
"Are you ready to RRRRUUUUUUMMMBBBLLLEEEEEEEEE?!!"
Everyone screamed in agreement.
"I can't hear you!!"
The screaming increased in volume.
From their seats in the middle section of the stands, Heero frowned at the noisy. Must they shout like that? The man just asked a simple question. He looked around at the sheer number of people that had showed up, and back to the ringmaster at centre stage, still attempting to make the crowd yell louder. He satisfied himself with the knowledge that he picked up perfect seats. Near enough to see everything clearly, far enough to avoid getting wet.
Relena, sitting beside him, was clearly losing her head. She was cheering for all she was worth, and with the light reflecting of her wheat-gold hair, her cheeks flushed, her lips red, she looked remarkably juvenile. Heero wanted to kiss her right then and there.
A blaring of trumpets and the ratting of drums reclaimed his attention to the show. The ringmaster had left centre stage, and now a line of elephants were slowly marching into the ring. Heero wrinkled his nose. Wherever there were elephants, there was the stench of elephant crap.
Relena was glowing with excitement. "Look at the elephants! Aren't they adorable?" The elephants stood up on their hind legs. "Wow! They're so big!" The elephants twirled in a circle. "Eek! They're so cute!" The elephants sat down in unison with a huge thump. "I love elephants!"
Heero was not enjoying himself.
~ *~ Five clowns, ten tigers, twenty toy poodles, fifteen trapeze artists and a comedy skit later~*~
Heero groaned. How long was this torture supposed to last? Though even he had to admit that clowns and flying banana-cream pies were extremely entertaining.
He felt a weight on his arm and turned to see Relena pulled on his sleeve. She was staring at the side doors where the people (or animals) from the next act would stand and wait for their cue.
There stood a magician in a suit and cape, complete with the curly black moustache and the shiny top hat. He was shouting and shaking his fists furiously at a young boy clutching two broken pieces of what was the magician's wand. The noise of the crowd drowned out most of their one-sided conversation, but Heero managed to catch wisps of what he was screaming: "incompetent..imbecile.get you fired for this.ungrateful little." The boy was obviously frightened and was trying to say something, but was stuttering too much to get a sentence out.
The obese magician stopped his lecture for a minute to catch his breath, his face red. The assistant boy reached from his duffel bag and extracted a new wand, his lips murmuring something that Heero could tell was an apology.
"Why the hell would that boy apologize?" Relena whispered to her companion. "I was watching before. He came to bring the magic guy a water bottle and the magician accidentally stepped on his own wand, then started yelling and blaming it on the poor little guy. He didn't do anything wrong! Look at him! The mean magician scared him to near tears!"
Heero caught a flicker of anger in Relena's aquamarine eyes.
"So?" He asked.
Relena huffed. "So! I don't like people who are mean to kids, especially when it's their own fault! I saw that guy when we came in the tent. He threw a glass of water at a one of the toy poodles and laughed! Can you believe him?"
She ended her rant as the object of her complaints stepped under the yellow spotlight. He gave a short introduction, took off his hat, and started his act with the classic 'pull a rabbit out of the top hat' trick. He showed the audience that his hat was indeed empty, and reached inside the piece of headwear.
Heero yawned. He didn't notice the tiny smirk that had formed on Relena's face.
The magician was still wriggling his hand around, trying to find his rabbit. His face was anxious. A child in the row to the front of Heero laughed. "He can't find his rabbit!"
After a few tense moments, the magician hand finally hit upon something. He triumphantly pulled it out, only to find that he was holding a stuffed bunny.
Everyone roared with laughter. The magician paled, and tried again. This time he pulled out a balloon animal. The kids loved it. Heero stole a glance at Relena, who had not made a movement since her earlier outburst. Her eyes remained locked onto the man with the stuffed bunny. Her lips were pressed into a neat line. Her eyes glittered dangerously in the shadows of the tent.
The magician chuckled nervously, unaware of what to do. He decided to proceed onto his next trick, and slapped his hat back on his balding head. He was instantly drenched with a torrent of water gushing out of his top hat, soaked from head to toe. The hat was dripping water.plit-plat, plit- plat, on the magic man's nose. The crowd was dead silent, and then exploded with guffaws.
Heero smiled. This was getting funny. Relena remained her composed self.
The magician, still sputtering, ignored his very wet state and pulled down his sleeved cuffs, allowing the audience to peer inside and see nothing but the cloth from his shirt. The show must go on, after all. He reached inside his left sleeve and pulled out a black handkerchief, tied to another one, and another one, and so on. The magician smiled, his trick had worked. But while he was busy pulling the strips of material from his arm, the handkerchiefs pulled out flew up in the air, and straightened out. The first one had the word 'laugh' written in bold white letters. The next handkerchief, poised in midair, revealed the word 'if'. And so it continued, with the message: Laugh if you can read this!
The whole tent did.
The magician, confused as to what was so funny, blanched at the sight of his handkerchiefs floating in a neat line, supported by nothing. The entire piece of tied cloths then wound up tightly, and slapped the magician on his large ass. (1) Smack!
The kids howled with laughter, while the adults tried very hard to keep their faces composed. Heero smiled at Relena.
"Did you do that?" He whispered in her ear.
She shrugged. "Do what? I haven't even moved from my seat."
Heero raised his eyebrows at her, and turned his attention back to the spectacle at centre stage. The magician was now currently holding a bouquet or burning flowers, and a dove was perched on his head, pecking his scalp every now and then. "Ow! Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll just bear with me for a second, I seem to be having some technical difficulties," the magician was saying in a gruff, strained voice, his hand trying to shoo the bird away while trying to stamp out the fire with his foot. "Ow! Ow!"
There was a bang. An explosion of smoke poofed from under the magician's foot, and he was engulfed in it. When the smoke cleared away, he was left standing half naked in tattered rags, his hat blown to shreds, holding a bunch of flower stems. The dove was hovering above him, and cooed politely as it let out a dropping. It landed right square in the middle of the magician's round head.
The entire audience gave him a standing ovation.
The magician was now glowing with rage and humiliation, and he was shrieking "Send in the clowns, dammit! Do you hear me? Send in the Goddamn clowns!!" He was foaming a bit at the edge of his mouth. His whole face a beet red. Smoke was literally coming out of his ears.
Heero grinned. The guy wore yellow polka-dot boxers.
Intermission was called.
~ * ~ * ~
Outside, Heero and Relena were eating hotdogs underneath the shade of a large oak tree. They appeared to be in light conversation, with Relena laughing every now and then. Heero's façade did not change. He did notice, however, a young male with a head of platinum blonde making his way through the stream or people. He was headed this way.
The man waved his hand when he was within a few meters distance. "Heero!" He called. His crystal blue eyes sparkled.
Heero straightened his relaxed posture and nodded his acknowledgement. "Quatre."
Relena was curious. "Who's he?"
"His name's Quatre Winner. He's the heir of the Winner Foundation and fortune. His family name owns practically a third of all the companies, businesses, manufacturing plants in the world. He's the richest person in this country. You name it, he's got it. This circus is actually his own 'little' project that he started as a hobby. Now it's the most widely acclaimed one on Earth."
"And he knows _you_?" Relena felt mildly peeved.
"We went to college together," Heero murmured, not feeling the slightest bit arrogant for knowing a celebrity.
The famous Quatre Winner approached the couple, oblivious to the whispers and pointing of fingers behind his back.
"How are you, Heero?" He smiled. "I haven't heard from you in a while."
"I've been busy," was the reply.
"Ah, I see," Quatre knew his friend long enough to understand when he did not want to elaborate on things. He changed his subject to the golden haired beauty standing shyly next to Heero. "And who is this?" He extended his hand.
Relena stuttered. *Damn, he's cute* She shook his hand. He had a warm, firm grip.
"I'm Relena P-Peacecraft, Mr. Winner. I, ah- I'm one of Heero's distant cousins. Just here on a friendly family visit."
Quatre raised his eyebrows and surveyed the two people staring back at him. "Family, huh? You guys look nothing alike. From a stranger's point of view, you'd look like a pair of lovebirds."
Relena blushed scarlet. "No, it's nothing like that, Mr. Winner."
Quatre glanced at her with a sad smile. "Did Heero tell you to call me that? Don't listen to him. I hate formal names. Just Quatre is fine, Relena."
They talked for a while, and Relena's pleasant introduction with her new friend ended when a tall, dark haired man with long bangs came up to them.
"Quatre. Heero." His voice was deep and soothing. Relena looked at him curiously, scanning him over in her mind.
*Hmmm.this man has an interesting past, but never reveals it. He's not cold like Heero, but much firmer. I wonder who he is.*
Then, as if Heero read her mind, he answered. "Relena, this is another college friend of mine. Trowa Barton. Trowa, this is Relena, my cousin."
Trowa took Relena's smooth hand, bent his head, and kissed it. Relena's cheeks warmed up instantly. Their eyes locked as Trowa stood tall again. His irises were the most brilliant green. But they were dull, and did not sparkle as intensely as Quatre's did. Perhaps this Trowa Barton needed a good dose of Relena's unique brand of magic as well.
The foursome walked through the circus grounds, talking about everything and nothing, taking the time to notice the bubbling life around them. Relena was surprised to find that Quatre was an extremely down-to- earth kind of guy; he would rather sit home and watch hockey than to earn another million dollars. Relena took an immediate liking to the wealthy blonde. He was kind to everyone, and did not let his success go to his head. It was difficult to meet Quatre Winner and not be charmed by his handsome smile and dazzling personality.
And Trowa too, although solid and silent, was not one to take the life he was blessed with and take it for granted. Trowa was a circus clown/performer. Not just any old clown, however. Trowa Barton was the most famous trapeze artist and circus daredevil in the world. (2) Girls flocked from miles around to watch him perform his death-defying acrobatic tricks. Paired up with his attractive knife-throwing sister Catherine, the two raked in money faster than a vacuum sucks up dirt. They were the circus' main attraction.
Trowa left the group around four o'clock to prepare for his next show, but not before giving Heero and Relena a couple of primo seats, front row center. Unlike their previous circus show when it was wise to keep a fair distance away from the performers, Trowa's set of all-human tricks were most spectacular seen close-up. Relena thanked him, wished him luck, and promised to be there to cheer him on.
Trowa had smiled, and his eyes glittered momentarily with a happy satisfaction as he walked away.
~ * ~ * ~
"Relena," Heero growled. "Come on. Forget about popcorn, the show's about to start without us. Do you realize how many giddy teenage girls are going to try and steal our seats to be beside Quatre?"
Relena waved her hand at him, signifying for him to be patient. She grabbed her bag of buttery popcorn, paid the vendor, grabbed Heero's wrist and sped to the Acrobatic Tent.
Heero was disappointed when she let go of his hand to retrieve her ticket.
Unfortunately, Relena couldn't, try as she might, to balance her popcorn bag, her complementary program booklet (courtesy of Quatre), and a large drink while reaching in her pocket to get her ticket.
She didn't realize that she was about to step onto a carelessly thrown banana peel lying innocently on the ground.
Heero cried out in warning, but her foot had already slipped. He grabbed her food, but did not prevent Relena from crashing into a tall gentleman standing behind her.
She stood up hastily, embarrassed, and muttered a string of apologies to the person she had knocked down. She extended a hand, pulled him to his feet and began brushing his clothes free of dirt.
"There's no need for that, miss," the man said kindly.
She looked up to meet his eyes and gasped slightly when she recognized who it was. Her eyes narrowed.
"Milliardo, what're you doing here?!?!"
~ * ~ * ~
That's it for chapter 4. Hope you liked it! Don't forget to review, all right?? And the moral of the chapter is: "Don't litter if you don't want to have unwelcome rendezvouses." Does that make sense? I hope so.
(1) Wet towel slap! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Stupid mean magician man deserved it. (2) You know, Trowa's like those people in 'Le Cirque du Soleil'! Their circus has no animals; it's all human, mind-boggling, body-bending tricks. You need lots of practice and endurance to be one of those heavy duty performers, I'll tell you that! *nods*
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: Hee hee. It's me again! First off, a big honkin' thank you to all my reviewers! May your Christmas stockings be filled with goodies galore. And just as a side note: sorry if my story's going' a bit too fast for your tastes. I'll try to tune it down slower. Tell me how ya like this chap!
~Chapter 4~
The stadiums were packed full of people, seniors and kiddies alike. Everyone's faces were filled with smiles, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The toddlers fidgeted impatiently in their seats, waiting for the first circus show of their lives. The tent echoed with cheering as the lighted dimmed down.
A single spotlight was focused onto the middle of the tent field. A brightly suited ringmaster calmly walked out and stood in the centre of the light. He raised his hat, bowed down low, winked to the small girl in the front row, and raised his microphone to his lips.
"Are you ready to RRRRUUUUUUMMMBBBLLLEEEEEEEEE?!!"
Everyone screamed in agreement.
"I can't hear you!!"
The screaming increased in volume.
From their seats in the middle section of the stands, Heero frowned at the noisy. Must they shout like that? The man just asked a simple question. He looked around at the sheer number of people that had showed up, and back to the ringmaster at centre stage, still attempting to make the crowd yell louder. He satisfied himself with the knowledge that he picked up perfect seats. Near enough to see everything clearly, far enough to avoid getting wet.
Relena, sitting beside him, was clearly losing her head. She was cheering for all she was worth, and with the light reflecting of her wheat-gold hair, her cheeks flushed, her lips red, she looked remarkably juvenile. Heero wanted to kiss her right then and there.
A blaring of trumpets and the ratting of drums reclaimed his attention to the show. The ringmaster had left centre stage, and now a line of elephants were slowly marching into the ring. Heero wrinkled his nose. Wherever there were elephants, there was the stench of elephant crap.
Relena was glowing with excitement. "Look at the elephants! Aren't they adorable?" The elephants stood up on their hind legs. "Wow! They're so big!" The elephants twirled in a circle. "Eek! They're so cute!" The elephants sat down in unison with a huge thump. "I love elephants!"
Heero was not enjoying himself.
~ *~ Five clowns, ten tigers, twenty toy poodles, fifteen trapeze artists and a comedy skit later~*~
Heero groaned. How long was this torture supposed to last? Though even he had to admit that clowns and flying banana-cream pies were extremely entertaining.
He felt a weight on his arm and turned to see Relena pulled on his sleeve. She was staring at the side doors where the people (or animals) from the next act would stand and wait for their cue.
There stood a magician in a suit and cape, complete with the curly black moustache and the shiny top hat. He was shouting and shaking his fists furiously at a young boy clutching two broken pieces of what was the magician's wand. The noise of the crowd drowned out most of their one-sided conversation, but Heero managed to catch wisps of what he was screaming: "incompetent..imbecile.get you fired for this.ungrateful little." The boy was obviously frightened and was trying to say something, but was stuttering too much to get a sentence out.
The obese magician stopped his lecture for a minute to catch his breath, his face red. The assistant boy reached from his duffel bag and extracted a new wand, his lips murmuring something that Heero could tell was an apology.
"Why the hell would that boy apologize?" Relena whispered to her companion. "I was watching before. He came to bring the magic guy a water bottle and the magician accidentally stepped on his own wand, then started yelling and blaming it on the poor little guy. He didn't do anything wrong! Look at him! The mean magician scared him to near tears!"
Heero caught a flicker of anger in Relena's aquamarine eyes.
"So?" He asked.
Relena huffed. "So! I don't like people who are mean to kids, especially when it's their own fault! I saw that guy when we came in the tent. He threw a glass of water at a one of the toy poodles and laughed! Can you believe him?"
She ended her rant as the object of her complaints stepped under the yellow spotlight. He gave a short introduction, took off his hat, and started his act with the classic 'pull a rabbit out of the top hat' trick. He showed the audience that his hat was indeed empty, and reached inside the piece of headwear.
Heero yawned. He didn't notice the tiny smirk that had formed on Relena's face.
The magician was still wriggling his hand around, trying to find his rabbit. His face was anxious. A child in the row to the front of Heero laughed. "He can't find his rabbit!"
After a few tense moments, the magician hand finally hit upon something. He triumphantly pulled it out, only to find that he was holding a stuffed bunny.
Everyone roared with laughter. The magician paled, and tried again. This time he pulled out a balloon animal. The kids loved it. Heero stole a glance at Relena, who had not made a movement since her earlier outburst. Her eyes remained locked onto the man with the stuffed bunny. Her lips were pressed into a neat line. Her eyes glittered dangerously in the shadows of the tent.
The magician chuckled nervously, unaware of what to do. He decided to proceed onto his next trick, and slapped his hat back on his balding head. He was instantly drenched with a torrent of water gushing out of his top hat, soaked from head to toe. The hat was dripping water.plit-plat, plit- plat, on the magic man's nose. The crowd was dead silent, and then exploded with guffaws.
Heero smiled. This was getting funny. Relena remained her composed self.
The magician, still sputtering, ignored his very wet state and pulled down his sleeved cuffs, allowing the audience to peer inside and see nothing but the cloth from his shirt. The show must go on, after all. He reached inside his left sleeve and pulled out a black handkerchief, tied to another one, and another one, and so on. The magician smiled, his trick had worked. But while he was busy pulling the strips of material from his arm, the handkerchiefs pulled out flew up in the air, and straightened out. The first one had the word 'laugh' written in bold white letters. The next handkerchief, poised in midair, revealed the word 'if'. And so it continued, with the message: Laugh if you can read this!
The whole tent did.
The magician, confused as to what was so funny, blanched at the sight of his handkerchiefs floating in a neat line, supported by nothing. The entire piece of tied cloths then wound up tightly, and slapped the magician on his large ass. (1) Smack!
The kids howled with laughter, while the adults tried very hard to keep their faces composed. Heero smiled at Relena.
"Did you do that?" He whispered in her ear.
She shrugged. "Do what? I haven't even moved from my seat."
Heero raised his eyebrows at her, and turned his attention back to the spectacle at centre stage. The magician was now currently holding a bouquet or burning flowers, and a dove was perched on his head, pecking his scalp every now and then. "Ow! Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll just bear with me for a second, I seem to be having some technical difficulties," the magician was saying in a gruff, strained voice, his hand trying to shoo the bird away while trying to stamp out the fire with his foot. "Ow! Ow!"
There was a bang. An explosion of smoke poofed from under the magician's foot, and he was engulfed in it. When the smoke cleared away, he was left standing half naked in tattered rags, his hat blown to shreds, holding a bunch of flower stems. The dove was hovering above him, and cooed politely as it let out a dropping. It landed right square in the middle of the magician's round head.
The entire audience gave him a standing ovation.
The magician was now glowing with rage and humiliation, and he was shrieking "Send in the clowns, dammit! Do you hear me? Send in the Goddamn clowns!!" He was foaming a bit at the edge of his mouth. His whole face a beet red. Smoke was literally coming out of his ears.
Heero grinned. The guy wore yellow polka-dot boxers.
Intermission was called.
~ * ~ * ~
Outside, Heero and Relena were eating hotdogs underneath the shade of a large oak tree. They appeared to be in light conversation, with Relena laughing every now and then. Heero's façade did not change. He did notice, however, a young male with a head of platinum blonde making his way through the stream or people. He was headed this way.
The man waved his hand when he was within a few meters distance. "Heero!" He called. His crystal blue eyes sparkled.
Heero straightened his relaxed posture and nodded his acknowledgement. "Quatre."
Relena was curious. "Who's he?"
"His name's Quatre Winner. He's the heir of the Winner Foundation and fortune. His family name owns practically a third of all the companies, businesses, manufacturing plants in the world. He's the richest person in this country. You name it, he's got it. This circus is actually his own 'little' project that he started as a hobby. Now it's the most widely acclaimed one on Earth."
"And he knows _you_?" Relena felt mildly peeved.
"We went to college together," Heero murmured, not feeling the slightest bit arrogant for knowing a celebrity.
The famous Quatre Winner approached the couple, oblivious to the whispers and pointing of fingers behind his back.
"How are you, Heero?" He smiled. "I haven't heard from you in a while."
"I've been busy," was the reply.
"Ah, I see," Quatre knew his friend long enough to understand when he did not want to elaborate on things. He changed his subject to the golden haired beauty standing shyly next to Heero. "And who is this?" He extended his hand.
Relena stuttered. *Damn, he's cute* She shook his hand. He had a warm, firm grip.
"I'm Relena P-Peacecraft, Mr. Winner. I, ah- I'm one of Heero's distant cousins. Just here on a friendly family visit."
Quatre raised his eyebrows and surveyed the two people staring back at him. "Family, huh? You guys look nothing alike. From a stranger's point of view, you'd look like a pair of lovebirds."
Relena blushed scarlet. "No, it's nothing like that, Mr. Winner."
Quatre glanced at her with a sad smile. "Did Heero tell you to call me that? Don't listen to him. I hate formal names. Just Quatre is fine, Relena."
They talked for a while, and Relena's pleasant introduction with her new friend ended when a tall, dark haired man with long bangs came up to them.
"Quatre. Heero." His voice was deep and soothing. Relena looked at him curiously, scanning him over in her mind.
*Hmmm.this man has an interesting past, but never reveals it. He's not cold like Heero, but much firmer. I wonder who he is.*
Then, as if Heero read her mind, he answered. "Relena, this is another college friend of mine. Trowa Barton. Trowa, this is Relena, my cousin."
Trowa took Relena's smooth hand, bent his head, and kissed it. Relena's cheeks warmed up instantly. Their eyes locked as Trowa stood tall again. His irises were the most brilliant green. But they were dull, and did not sparkle as intensely as Quatre's did. Perhaps this Trowa Barton needed a good dose of Relena's unique brand of magic as well.
The foursome walked through the circus grounds, talking about everything and nothing, taking the time to notice the bubbling life around them. Relena was surprised to find that Quatre was an extremely down-to- earth kind of guy; he would rather sit home and watch hockey than to earn another million dollars. Relena took an immediate liking to the wealthy blonde. He was kind to everyone, and did not let his success go to his head. It was difficult to meet Quatre Winner and not be charmed by his handsome smile and dazzling personality.
And Trowa too, although solid and silent, was not one to take the life he was blessed with and take it for granted. Trowa was a circus clown/performer. Not just any old clown, however. Trowa Barton was the most famous trapeze artist and circus daredevil in the world. (2) Girls flocked from miles around to watch him perform his death-defying acrobatic tricks. Paired up with his attractive knife-throwing sister Catherine, the two raked in money faster than a vacuum sucks up dirt. They were the circus' main attraction.
Trowa left the group around four o'clock to prepare for his next show, but not before giving Heero and Relena a couple of primo seats, front row center. Unlike their previous circus show when it was wise to keep a fair distance away from the performers, Trowa's set of all-human tricks were most spectacular seen close-up. Relena thanked him, wished him luck, and promised to be there to cheer him on.
Trowa had smiled, and his eyes glittered momentarily with a happy satisfaction as he walked away.
~ * ~ * ~
"Relena," Heero growled. "Come on. Forget about popcorn, the show's about to start without us. Do you realize how many giddy teenage girls are going to try and steal our seats to be beside Quatre?"
Relena waved her hand at him, signifying for him to be patient. She grabbed her bag of buttery popcorn, paid the vendor, grabbed Heero's wrist and sped to the Acrobatic Tent.
Heero was disappointed when she let go of his hand to retrieve her ticket.
Unfortunately, Relena couldn't, try as she might, to balance her popcorn bag, her complementary program booklet (courtesy of Quatre), and a large drink while reaching in her pocket to get her ticket.
She didn't realize that she was about to step onto a carelessly thrown banana peel lying innocently on the ground.
Heero cried out in warning, but her foot had already slipped. He grabbed her food, but did not prevent Relena from crashing into a tall gentleman standing behind her.
She stood up hastily, embarrassed, and muttered a string of apologies to the person she had knocked down. She extended a hand, pulled him to his feet and began brushing his clothes free of dirt.
"There's no need for that, miss," the man said kindly.
She looked up to meet his eyes and gasped slightly when she recognized who it was. Her eyes narrowed.
"Milliardo, what're you doing here?!?!"
~ * ~ * ~
That's it for chapter 4. Hope you liked it! Don't forget to review, all right?? And the moral of the chapter is: "Don't litter if you don't want to have unwelcome rendezvouses." Does that make sense? I hope so.
(1) Wet towel slap! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Stupid mean magician man deserved it. (2) You know, Trowa's like those people in 'Le Cirque du Soleil'! Their circus has no animals; it's all human, mind-boggling, body-bending tricks. You need lots of practice and endurance to be one of those heavy duty performers, I'll tell you that! *nods*