Hey everyone!
'Tunks here and I've finally brought you guys a new chapter. I know I promised it to you before I went out of town but I got behind and I had to post it when I got home. Which was last weekend and I would have had it to you then but I was busy with school. I'm a med student and I graduate later this month so I've been busy with that.
My next chap should be out in a few days but I've made this one extra long for ya'!
Next chaps also gonna be the first interlude and I think you'll all enjoy it the I'd like to see you all figure it out.
But enough with that, I've got a chapter for ya and Jack and Chibi Luv are in time out!
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You're My Kryptonite~ Chapter 9
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'It's my fault. That's the only way to put it. Everything's always all my fault.' Still sitting at the top of the long row of stone steps like she has for the last hour, she sighs to herself. When in doubt blame yourself are the words that echo through her head. That's what her friends said wasn't it? Or, at least it's what they meant. 'Everyone must hate me by now. Especially Rei-chan.' Pulling her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, she buries her tear stained face in her knees and against the hem of her woolen skirt. The lingering sparkles continuing to be shed from her eyes if only slower this time around. 'Rei-chan.' She cries to herself. No one's there to comfort her, call her a baka, or tease her for being her own klutzy self. Her puffy and swollen tear ducts are the only things slowing the rain. 'Baka.' She cries at her naïveté and impulsiveness. No, her ignorance as a senshi and a human being.
The sky is dimming but she pays no heed and the dark clouds roll in from the east. The shadows of the stratus portraying the mood upon the shrine. With the clouds, the wind begins to whip wildly. Blowing leaves across the walkway that is always kept so clean. Perhaps it's the emotions of Jupiter bringing teardrops and thunder to Earth. The light dimming from Venus's absence in the sky. The bone chilling wind in effect from the triple burden, Uranus is missing, Mercury is distraught, and the fire of Mars was fizzled out in the absence.
Still, the sky grows darker in the turmoil and time is frozen in its place where the moon isn't rising into the sky on this night. It's a true moonless night.
"Usagi?" A soft, strained voice whispers.
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The tap is within the rhythm, beating along with the rain that just started to fall, that's if 'fall' is the right word. The skies opened up and on command, the sheets of water began hammering Tokyo. Juuban receiving the blunt of the torrential downfall. The skies filled with clouds to a bleak gray and the hard rains dinging off of every imaginable surface to the tune of it's own drum. The beads of water bouncing off the roads and the ricochet making the most interesting sounds coming off of the aluminum roofs and other metallic objects.
But the tap, the tap is setting it's own rhythm too. As she taps her pen on the hardwood desk in the overly quiet house, in her overly quiet room. The melancholy outside at a contrast, reflecting through the window, into a darkly decorated room kept aglow by many treasured lamps.
Hotaru sits at her desk, her elbow propped on the tabletop and resting her chin in the palm of her hand, she taps her lucky pen on the blank tablet of paper before her. Tapping to the tune of an unknown song that only exists in her mind but she's not thinking about what to put on the stationary. More like the days 'events' are plaguing her and this is where she is. Staring absently out a window or a at a picture that only she can see. Bu that's merely a compliment to the tune.
She scrunches her eyebrows and lets out a deep sigh, allowing her left hand to drop to the desk. She slowly and softly puts the tip of her pen to the paper but before she can make a single stroke, the words she wanted to write disappear once more and she sighs again. Leaning back in her chair, she gives her hand free will as she looses herself to thought once more.
Sitting in a meadow of tall grasses and wild flowers is where she finds herself. Staring across the grasslands to the break in the distant mountains. She's wearing her favorite dress a deep purple, almost black, that comes to her knees with short sleeves and buttons down the front. She has a matching sunhat on her head and matching shoes, which lie next to her. Why can't she remember though? Her dress is almost new. It was a birthday present but from who? Leaning back on her arms, she stretches out her legs, letting the long, swaying blades of grass tickle her toes.
But still, she's in her room where she's been the entire time. The storm still pounding outside her window. Her pen slides lazily out of her hand and rolls across the tablet and then tapping as it lands and comes to a stop on the wooden surface of the desktop. She lets her head drop back at first with her mouth open wide but rights herself again, soon after. Leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk ledge, she casually looks back down at her stationary where she's surprised to find a word she didn't know she'd written. With slow movements, she traces each stroke her pen had made. It's the word that's been on her mind. What she couldn't remember before but what's been on her mind all day. Well, not the only word but one of the few. She says the word slowly, allowing each letter to roll off her tongue. It answers her question.
"..Rei."
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'Do you really believe we blame you? We're just...just...' She curls into the cushion of the comfy blue chair, her body sinking low into the soft material. She tries to bury herself in the pages of her favorite book. She's nearly alone in the room, the other occupant is asleep on the matching blue couch. But she feels she needs to hide beyond reality to sort out life's troubles. 'We're just..hurt and confused.'
'We..miss them.' Shutting her book and closing her eyes, she leans into the chair even further, listening to the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and the rhythms of the rain outside. 'Worried.' The door opens quietly, her back to the door, but she doesn't turn or open her eyes. She knows who's entering the quiet space. 'The worst part is the time gate is sealed.'
Two sets of feet approach her spot, not making a sound, but their socks softly shuffling on the soft carpet. And feeling a close warmth against her pale cheeks, she opens her deep blue eyes and fins a steaming mug of hot tea being held out to her.
Turning her head slowly, she traces the mug back up the arm to the person who's offering it to her where she finds both a set of hunter green eyes and another set of velvety red. "Domo, Mako-chan, Setsuna-san." She quietly thanks, taking the mug gingerly in her right hand. Still holding the place in her book with her left. Holding the white, ceramic mug to her lips, she takes a long drink of the hot and soothing liquid as Makoto muses her mop of blue hair.
"What's on your mind Ame's?" Makoto quers softly as she perches on the arm of the same chair. She too, holding a mug of hot tea in her hand and starts sipping it slowly.
"Just worried about the others and Usa-chan." Ami whispers, allowing her book to slide out of her grasp and down to the cushion of the chair. "We can watch the temple while Rei's...But I'm still..."
They're both suddenly pulled from their quiet conversation along with Setsuna, who's standing by the fire. They're all grabbed by their friend who had been sleeping. Lying on her stomach on the soft and comfortable couch. But in a split second, she has awaken, jumped to her feet, heart racing, and shouted the first thing that had come to her mind.
"Haruka!"
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The scream echoes through the massive room, bouncing off the distant walls and elevated ceiling, and ricocheting back to the sensitive ears of those around her. In that same instant of an unexpected outburst, four guns are trained on her with safeties released.
The fifth would have accompanied them, would have been the first to draw. But at this moment he finds himself a little..preoccupied. Unable to see and unable to breathe. His heightened senses not at his disposal as he stumbles slightly, trying to regain his balance with this new weight he never expected. Even the 'Perfect soldier' can be caught off guard. Were the pilots supposed to know she had an innate fear of anything that even remotely resembled a clown?
And that's where Minako is now, clutching onto the nearest thing to her as if her life depends on it. The poor clutching thing she has chosen at this time and having been caught somehow off guard, is none other then Heero Yuy. Now he sways slightly with the sudden addition of a hundred pound girl to his back.
Minako holds on for dear life with her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to open them again for fear of seeing that massive..thing with the face of a clown. Perhaps she doesn't know what she's done. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her left arm around his neck and her right arm shielding his eyes, and her chest is smushed against the back of his neck. He stumbles again with his feet spread apart and knees bent and arms out at his sides as he tries desperately to keep on his feet.
Upon seeing the condition of their comrade and the tinge of blue that's beginning to creep up the visible parts of his face, each of the pilots stow their guns. They each assess the comical situation before them with as much maturity as they can muster, but for Duo's sake, he can barely keep back his laughter. Rei and Haruka on the other hand just shake their heads in disbelief.
Heero stumbles again, taking a few steps to the left, and balances once more. He can't see the others moving to help and oxygen deprivation wearing thin on his calm, soldier nerves. He growls to himself and his inability to shake this person off of him. Using that last remaining air left in him, he shouts at the top of his lungs. "Get off of me!!" Though uncommon from the 'Perfect' soldier, his authoritative voice echoes through the Gundam bay, causing everyone to freeze in their tracks. No one suicidal enough to move. Workers frozen in fear, eyes locked on to the one with which the voice had come. The pilots in shock from his newly found decibel level. Rei and Haruka taken aback by this sudden outburst. But Minako was more affected then the rest. No, his tactic had been effective in scaring the unsuspecting senshi to the extent that she jumped three feet up and five feet back.
Straightening his back once more, not looking back at the group, he swiftly leaves the Gundam bay. Allowing the door to slam harshly behind him.
After several moments of complete silence in the complex, the workers continue working as if nothing had interrupted them. Rei huffs to herself, flipping her hair back, and crosses her arms. Her body then goes rigid, feeling an arm wrap around her shoulder.
"Don't let him get to ya' babe. Once you get to know him, he's as cuddly as a puppy." Duo chides to the raven beauty with his arm lazily slung across her shoulders. He missed her tensing up the minute he touched her but he didn't miss the cold, hard look in her eyes as she glared him down. A glare almost as good as Heero's. The only difference? Rei holds the flicker of a powerful flame deep within her amethyst orbs. He retracts his arm to avoid the burn and he backs away slowly, step by step until he runs into another wall. Spinning on his heel, he comes eye to eye with Haruka who looks him down with an expressionless mask. She quirks an eyebrow slightly and he eeps in return. He then ducks out of the way and cowers behind Quatre and Trowa who stand just behind Minako and to the right of Rei and Haruka and Wufei stands behind them all.
Rei glances up at the machine before them and then lazily at the 'Master' of the house. "I assume your resident clown is harmless?" She questions with a slightly sarcastic undertone.
This causing Quatre to want to chuckle, though suppressing it is harder then it seems. He crosses his arms and bites down on the second knuckle of the index finger of his left hand. But he lightly chuckles anyways before responding to Rei's sarcastic question. "He wouldn't hurt a fly...unless the fly was dressed as an OZ affiliate", and he chuckles once more.
Minako pays little attention to the conversation around her as she reorients herself to the room but she makes the mistake of looking back up at the face of Heavyarms and squeak slips through her lips. With the back of her left hand against her forehead, her eyes roll back in her head, and her limp body falls backwards.
Seeing her fall backwards, Trowa moves quickly and catches the fainted blonde before she makes contact with the concrete floor. Only inches to spare. In the same motion he scoops her limp form up into his arms, her head tilted back and her mouth slightly open. He then heads toward the main quarters of the house and the others move with him.
They enter through the same door Heero had gone through and they continue down a long hallway. The hall is lined on the left with windows looking out over the back of the property and on the right with doors which Quatre points out as being some of the employee quarters. Once they near the end of the hall, they take a right and pass another hallway and then enter into a little more open area where several more corridors branch. He gives quick directions to where each one leads and then they continue to the front of the house and they pass another hallway branching off to the right which he says is where the kitchen and dinning room are located. The room then opens up into the massive entryway.
They stop in the center of the room, the ivory colored front doors to their backs, as they slowly look around. The entire house is elegantly decorated but in a comfortable but breakable style. The floors in the entrance way are white marble until there's a two-step rise in the floor in a semicircle around the doors, where the carpet begins. A deep blue with gold patterns weaving throughout. Three separate staircases lead up from the entryway to the upper levels of the house. One is to the right against the front wall of the mansion and it leads to the upper east wing. The one on the left is identical but leading to the west wing instead. The third is in the center of the entranceway with passageways to each side and it leads to a small second level on the north side of the estate. All of the staircases are marble with the same blue carpeting up the center two-thirds. The bottom two steps are continuous with each other and with the two steps that elevate the remainder of the house from the entryway. On closer inspection though, the north staircase and northern wall stand out slightly, not quite uniform with the rest of the estate. They appear newer.
Trowa's still holding the unconscious Minako in his arms and they all notice that Wufei has disappeared from the group as well. Now it's just the three senshi and the three pilots.
"Those stairs lead to the west wing." Quatre points up the designated wall. "That's where our rooms are. There's nothing else of interest down there." He then turns to direct up the east side of the house. "The east wing is this direction, it's where your rooms will be. You'll have the entire section of the house to yourselves. He then points up the northern stairs. "That's umm...sort of, Heero's territory. There are only three or four rooms up there but he doesn't like anyone on that floor. There is a training room up there and your welcome to it but you might have to get through him first."
"That's kind of rude of him." Everyone looks to Haruka for making such a bold comment. "Why do you let him make such rules in your home?"
Running his fingers through his hair briefly, Quatre then turns back to Haruka with his answer. "Because, that was part of our deal. Originally it was just the three of us living here and then Wufei stopped by and never left. And then came Heero. He had no intentions of staying but he happened to come on the same day that Duo blew up that part of the house. It was a complete mess. Heero the came to me with a 'Business' deal. He would rebuild that sector, no cost to me, but he'd get to decide what went up there and it'd be like his own apartment. I agreed and once the work was finished he would stay for a day or two and then take off again. It didn't bother us but he did have rules while he was here. He wouldn't let anyone up there. NO one could get near the training room but then Wufei got mad and put him in intensive care. Now we can go in the training room when ever we want, as long as the suns up."
"Does he leave very often?"
"Not anymore." Quatre answers. "My guess is he's protecting his home from Duo."
"I resent that!" Duo shouts defensively.
"Ok Duo, lets just show them to their quarters." Quatre smiles innocently.
Duo's about to respond again when Minako springs back to life and bounds out of Trowa's arms as if nothing was wrong. Not looking back, she races up the east stairs and yells for them to follow. Haruka, Rei. Quatre, and Duo follow behind her as Quatre tells them that the kitchen crew have left for the evening but if they're hungry, they're welcome to what ever's available. Trowa stays back from the group and instead leans against the railing of the northern staircase. He senses a presence stop to the left of him but he doesn't bother to move. As the group disappears at the top of the stairs, a second person stops at Trowa's right side and they remain there in silence for a moment.
"Quatre and Duo have become to trusting." Trowa says with his soft, quiet voice.
"I don't completely buy their story. Those onna's have a few more questions to answer." Wufei drawls, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right.
"I'll watch them."
Trowa and Wufei each walk off in separate directions, leaving the third party to his own accord. Standing a few steps up from the bottom of the staircase. His unyielding eyes watching the top of the eastern stairs. Watching for someone to come back down.
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That's all for now, I hope you all enjoyed the newest chap.
I'm sure you have questions like:
How the HELL did Wufei put Hee-chan in intensive care?
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You'll find out in chapter 10O.o
I've got two questions and one rant my self.
Have any of you noticed how none of the pilots but duo actually eat in GW?
Zarabeth, why haven't you updated? I miss your fic.
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I was at my pal Chibi Mars's personal bio page and her bio says, ".Heero Yuy is over rated." I'm gonna have to yell at her. If anything he is highly underrated by people like that.
I luv Hee-chan...
Anyways, I'll type to ya next time
~'Tunks
mumbles to self *Seven typed pages, damn my hand hurts!*
'Tunks here and I've finally brought you guys a new chapter. I know I promised it to you before I went out of town but I got behind and I had to post it when I got home. Which was last weekend and I would have had it to you then but I was busy with school. I'm a med student and I graduate later this month so I've been busy with that.
My next chap should be out in a few days but I've made this one extra long for ya'!
Next chaps also gonna be the first interlude and I think you'll all enjoy it the I'd like to see you all figure it out.
But enough with that, I've got a chapter for ya and Jack and Chibi Luv are in time out!
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You're My Kryptonite~ Chapter 9
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'It's my fault. That's the only way to put it. Everything's always all my fault.' Still sitting at the top of the long row of stone steps like she has for the last hour, she sighs to herself. When in doubt blame yourself are the words that echo through her head. That's what her friends said wasn't it? Or, at least it's what they meant. 'Everyone must hate me by now. Especially Rei-chan.' Pulling her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, she buries her tear stained face in her knees and against the hem of her woolen skirt. The lingering sparkles continuing to be shed from her eyes if only slower this time around. 'Rei-chan.' She cries to herself. No one's there to comfort her, call her a baka, or tease her for being her own klutzy self. Her puffy and swollen tear ducts are the only things slowing the rain. 'Baka.' She cries at her naïveté and impulsiveness. No, her ignorance as a senshi and a human being.
The sky is dimming but she pays no heed and the dark clouds roll in from the east. The shadows of the stratus portraying the mood upon the shrine. With the clouds, the wind begins to whip wildly. Blowing leaves across the walkway that is always kept so clean. Perhaps it's the emotions of Jupiter bringing teardrops and thunder to Earth. The light dimming from Venus's absence in the sky. The bone chilling wind in effect from the triple burden, Uranus is missing, Mercury is distraught, and the fire of Mars was fizzled out in the absence.
Still, the sky grows darker in the turmoil and time is frozen in its place where the moon isn't rising into the sky on this night. It's a true moonless night.
"Usagi?" A soft, strained voice whispers.
#######
The tap is within the rhythm, beating along with the rain that just started to fall, that's if 'fall' is the right word. The skies opened up and on command, the sheets of water began hammering Tokyo. Juuban receiving the blunt of the torrential downfall. The skies filled with clouds to a bleak gray and the hard rains dinging off of every imaginable surface to the tune of it's own drum. The beads of water bouncing off the roads and the ricochet making the most interesting sounds coming off of the aluminum roofs and other metallic objects.
But the tap, the tap is setting it's own rhythm too. As she taps her pen on the hardwood desk in the overly quiet house, in her overly quiet room. The melancholy outside at a contrast, reflecting through the window, into a darkly decorated room kept aglow by many treasured lamps.
Hotaru sits at her desk, her elbow propped on the tabletop and resting her chin in the palm of her hand, she taps her lucky pen on the blank tablet of paper before her. Tapping to the tune of an unknown song that only exists in her mind but she's not thinking about what to put on the stationary. More like the days 'events' are plaguing her and this is where she is. Staring absently out a window or a at a picture that only she can see. Bu that's merely a compliment to the tune.
She scrunches her eyebrows and lets out a deep sigh, allowing her left hand to drop to the desk. She slowly and softly puts the tip of her pen to the paper but before she can make a single stroke, the words she wanted to write disappear once more and she sighs again. Leaning back in her chair, she gives her hand free will as she looses herself to thought once more.
Sitting in a meadow of tall grasses and wild flowers is where she finds herself. Staring across the grasslands to the break in the distant mountains. She's wearing her favorite dress a deep purple, almost black, that comes to her knees with short sleeves and buttons down the front. She has a matching sunhat on her head and matching shoes, which lie next to her. Why can't she remember though? Her dress is almost new. It was a birthday present but from who? Leaning back on her arms, she stretches out her legs, letting the long, swaying blades of grass tickle her toes.
But still, she's in her room where she's been the entire time. The storm still pounding outside her window. Her pen slides lazily out of her hand and rolls across the tablet and then tapping as it lands and comes to a stop on the wooden surface of the desktop. She lets her head drop back at first with her mouth open wide but rights herself again, soon after. Leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk ledge, she casually looks back down at her stationary where she's surprised to find a word she didn't know she'd written. With slow movements, she traces each stroke her pen had made. It's the word that's been on her mind. What she couldn't remember before but what's been on her mind all day. Well, not the only word but one of the few. She says the word slowly, allowing each letter to roll off her tongue. It answers her question.
"..Rei."
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'Do you really believe we blame you? We're just...just...' She curls into the cushion of the comfy blue chair, her body sinking low into the soft material. She tries to bury herself in the pages of her favorite book. She's nearly alone in the room, the other occupant is asleep on the matching blue couch. But she feels she needs to hide beyond reality to sort out life's troubles. 'We're just..hurt and confused.'
'We..miss them.' Shutting her book and closing her eyes, she leans into the chair even further, listening to the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and the rhythms of the rain outside. 'Worried.' The door opens quietly, her back to the door, but she doesn't turn or open her eyes. She knows who's entering the quiet space. 'The worst part is the time gate is sealed.'
Two sets of feet approach her spot, not making a sound, but their socks softly shuffling on the soft carpet. And feeling a close warmth against her pale cheeks, she opens her deep blue eyes and fins a steaming mug of hot tea being held out to her.
Turning her head slowly, she traces the mug back up the arm to the person who's offering it to her where she finds both a set of hunter green eyes and another set of velvety red. "Domo, Mako-chan, Setsuna-san." She quietly thanks, taking the mug gingerly in her right hand. Still holding the place in her book with her left. Holding the white, ceramic mug to her lips, she takes a long drink of the hot and soothing liquid as Makoto muses her mop of blue hair.
"What's on your mind Ame's?" Makoto quers softly as she perches on the arm of the same chair. She too, holding a mug of hot tea in her hand and starts sipping it slowly.
"Just worried about the others and Usa-chan." Ami whispers, allowing her book to slide out of her grasp and down to the cushion of the chair. "We can watch the temple while Rei's...But I'm still..."
They're both suddenly pulled from their quiet conversation along with Setsuna, who's standing by the fire. They're all grabbed by their friend who had been sleeping. Lying on her stomach on the soft and comfortable couch. But in a split second, she has awaken, jumped to her feet, heart racing, and shouted the first thing that had come to her mind.
"Haruka!"
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The scream echoes through the massive room, bouncing off the distant walls and elevated ceiling, and ricocheting back to the sensitive ears of those around her. In that same instant of an unexpected outburst, four guns are trained on her with safeties released.
The fifth would have accompanied them, would have been the first to draw. But at this moment he finds himself a little..preoccupied. Unable to see and unable to breathe. His heightened senses not at his disposal as he stumbles slightly, trying to regain his balance with this new weight he never expected. Even the 'Perfect soldier' can be caught off guard. Were the pilots supposed to know she had an innate fear of anything that even remotely resembled a clown?
And that's where Minako is now, clutching onto the nearest thing to her as if her life depends on it. The poor clutching thing she has chosen at this time and having been caught somehow off guard, is none other then Heero Yuy. Now he sways slightly with the sudden addition of a hundred pound girl to his back.
Minako holds on for dear life with her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to open them again for fear of seeing that massive..thing with the face of a clown. Perhaps she doesn't know what she's done. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her left arm around his neck and her right arm shielding his eyes, and her chest is smushed against the back of his neck. He stumbles again with his feet spread apart and knees bent and arms out at his sides as he tries desperately to keep on his feet.
Upon seeing the condition of their comrade and the tinge of blue that's beginning to creep up the visible parts of his face, each of the pilots stow their guns. They each assess the comical situation before them with as much maturity as they can muster, but for Duo's sake, he can barely keep back his laughter. Rei and Haruka on the other hand just shake their heads in disbelief.
Heero stumbles again, taking a few steps to the left, and balances once more. He can't see the others moving to help and oxygen deprivation wearing thin on his calm, soldier nerves. He growls to himself and his inability to shake this person off of him. Using that last remaining air left in him, he shouts at the top of his lungs. "Get off of me!!" Though uncommon from the 'Perfect' soldier, his authoritative voice echoes through the Gundam bay, causing everyone to freeze in their tracks. No one suicidal enough to move. Workers frozen in fear, eyes locked on to the one with which the voice had come. The pilots in shock from his newly found decibel level. Rei and Haruka taken aback by this sudden outburst. But Minako was more affected then the rest. No, his tactic had been effective in scaring the unsuspecting senshi to the extent that she jumped three feet up and five feet back.
Straightening his back once more, not looking back at the group, he swiftly leaves the Gundam bay. Allowing the door to slam harshly behind him.
After several moments of complete silence in the complex, the workers continue working as if nothing had interrupted them. Rei huffs to herself, flipping her hair back, and crosses her arms. Her body then goes rigid, feeling an arm wrap around her shoulder.
"Don't let him get to ya' babe. Once you get to know him, he's as cuddly as a puppy." Duo chides to the raven beauty with his arm lazily slung across her shoulders. He missed her tensing up the minute he touched her but he didn't miss the cold, hard look in her eyes as she glared him down. A glare almost as good as Heero's. The only difference? Rei holds the flicker of a powerful flame deep within her amethyst orbs. He retracts his arm to avoid the burn and he backs away slowly, step by step until he runs into another wall. Spinning on his heel, he comes eye to eye with Haruka who looks him down with an expressionless mask. She quirks an eyebrow slightly and he eeps in return. He then ducks out of the way and cowers behind Quatre and Trowa who stand just behind Minako and to the right of Rei and Haruka and Wufei stands behind them all.
Rei glances up at the machine before them and then lazily at the 'Master' of the house. "I assume your resident clown is harmless?" She questions with a slightly sarcastic undertone.
This causing Quatre to want to chuckle, though suppressing it is harder then it seems. He crosses his arms and bites down on the second knuckle of the index finger of his left hand. But he lightly chuckles anyways before responding to Rei's sarcastic question. "He wouldn't hurt a fly...unless the fly was dressed as an OZ affiliate", and he chuckles once more.
Minako pays little attention to the conversation around her as she reorients herself to the room but she makes the mistake of looking back up at the face of Heavyarms and squeak slips through her lips. With the back of her left hand against her forehead, her eyes roll back in her head, and her limp body falls backwards.
Seeing her fall backwards, Trowa moves quickly and catches the fainted blonde before she makes contact with the concrete floor. Only inches to spare. In the same motion he scoops her limp form up into his arms, her head tilted back and her mouth slightly open. He then heads toward the main quarters of the house and the others move with him.
They enter through the same door Heero had gone through and they continue down a long hallway. The hall is lined on the left with windows looking out over the back of the property and on the right with doors which Quatre points out as being some of the employee quarters. Once they near the end of the hall, they take a right and pass another hallway and then enter into a little more open area where several more corridors branch. He gives quick directions to where each one leads and then they continue to the front of the house and they pass another hallway branching off to the right which he says is where the kitchen and dinning room are located. The room then opens up into the massive entryway.
They stop in the center of the room, the ivory colored front doors to their backs, as they slowly look around. The entire house is elegantly decorated but in a comfortable but breakable style. The floors in the entrance way are white marble until there's a two-step rise in the floor in a semicircle around the doors, where the carpet begins. A deep blue with gold patterns weaving throughout. Three separate staircases lead up from the entryway to the upper levels of the house. One is to the right against the front wall of the mansion and it leads to the upper east wing. The one on the left is identical but leading to the west wing instead. The third is in the center of the entranceway with passageways to each side and it leads to a small second level on the north side of the estate. All of the staircases are marble with the same blue carpeting up the center two-thirds. The bottom two steps are continuous with each other and with the two steps that elevate the remainder of the house from the entryway. On closer inspection though, the north staircase and northern wall stand out slightly, not quite uniform with the rest of the estate. They appear newer.
Trowa's still holding the unconscious Minako in his arms and they all notice that Wufei has disappeared from the group as well. Now it's just the three senshi and the three pilots.
"Those stairs lead to the west wing." Quatre points up the designated wall. "That's where our rooms are. There's nothing else of interest down there." He then turns to direct up the east side of the house. "The east wing is this direction, it's where your rooms will be. You'll have the entire section of the house to yourselves. He then points up the northern stairs. "That's umm...sort of, Heero's territory. There are only three or four rooms up there but he doesn't like anyone on that floor. There is a training room up there and your welcome to it but you might have to get through him first."
"That's kind of rude of him." Everyone looks to Haruka for making such a bold comment. "Why do you let him make such rules in your home?"
Running his fingers through his hair briefly, Quatre then turns back to Haruka with his answer. "Because, that was part of our deal. Originally it was just the three of us living here and then Wufei stopped by and never left. And then came Heero. He had no intentions of staying but he happened to come on the same day that Duo blew up that part of the house. It was a complete mess. Heero the came to me with a 'Business' deal. He would rebuild that sector, no cost to me, but he'd get to decide what went up there and it'd be like his own apartment. I agreed and once the work was finished he would stay for a day or two and then take off again. It didn't bother us but he did have rules while he was here. He wouldn't let anyone up there. NO one could get near the training room but then Wufei got mad and put him in intensive care. Now we can go in the training room when ever we want, as long as the suns up."
"Does he leave very often?"
"Not anymore." Quatre answers. "My guess is he's protecting his home from Duo."
"I resent that!" Duo shouts defensively.
"Ok Duo, lets just show them to their quarters." Quatre smiles innocently.
Duo's about to respond again when Minako springs back to life and bounds out of Trowa's arms as if nothing was wrong. Not looking back, she races up the east stairs and yells for them to follow. Haruka, Rei. Quatre, and Duo follow behind her as Quatre tells them that the kitchen crew have left for the evening but if they're hungry, they're welcome to what ever's available. Trowa stays back from the group and instead leans against the railing of the northern staircase. He senses a presence stop to the left of him but he doesn't bother to move. As the group disappears at the top of the stairs, a second person stops at Trowa's right side and they remain there in silence for a moment.
"Quatre and Duo have become to trusting." Trowa says with his soft, quiet voice.
"I don't completely buy their story. Those onna's have a few more questions to answer." Wufei drawls, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right.
"I'll watch them."
Trowa and Wufei each walk off in separate directions, leaving the third party to his own accord. Standing a few steps up from the bottom of the staircase. His unyielding eyes watching the top of the eastern stairs. Watching for someone to come back down.
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That's all for now, I hope you all enjoyed the newest chap.
I'm sure you have questions like:
How the HELL did Wufei put Hee-chan in intensive care?
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You'll find out in chapter 10O.o
I've got two questions and one rant my self.
Have any of you noticed how none of the pilots but duo actually eat in GW?
Zarabeth, why haven't you updated? I miss your fic.
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I was at my pal Chibi Mars's personal bio page and her bio says, ".Heero Yuy is over rated." I'm gonna have to yell at her. If anything he is highly underrated by people like that.
I luv Hee-chan...
Anyways, I'll type to ya next time
~'Tunks
mumbles to self *Seven typed pages, damn my hand hurts!*