AN: HELLO!!!! It's almost midnight and I'm typing this chapter out! But
hey, it's the only free time I have to write... :_ no choice... Sigh,
wish I got more time but hey, when you're juggling with school work, club
activities, working and writing, I'll say my days are really filled! Not to
mention homework and exams...
Ok! Dedications, dedications! This chapter goes out to: Shellie, Silent Fear, Cloud aka Zero, Kuso-chaN and misori-chan.
Oh! What's this??! Two newcomers! :] Well, technically, one's new and the other I should know by another name. ANYWAY! WELCOME: Herald Mistylenna and demon lover! (Waves hi to the both of them then points at demon lover) YOU! Thanks for all your reviews! :] I'm truly appreciative! Same goes to all my reviewers who are so sweet too!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS & MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 14
Duo happily skipped down the passage on his way to the Gundam Robots' Hanger. Shinigami was looking a bit dented from his last fight and needed some spare parts to replace those damaged.
Turning around the corner, he bumped into Wufei.
"Hey there, Wu-man!" the boy chirpily greeted the Chinese co-pilot. The Chinese pilot turned a ferocious glare at him and "humph!", before stalking away.
"HEY! What's the matter?!? Ain't you glad to see me out of my room?!" he shouted after the Chinese boy retreating back. No response.
"Must have got up of the wrong side of bed today," he muttered to himself before whistling a tune and continuing down the passage. No sooner had he walked 5 steps, Wufei passed him again, in the same direction, wearing the same ferocious glare.
"Hello, Duo," Wufei greeted him.
"Hello, Wu-man!" Duo greeted him back without breaking pace.
Duo continued whistling the next few bars of notes before something went * click * in his brain. The whistling stopped. So did his walking.
'Hey, wait a minute..,' he thought as he spurn as fast as he could on his feet to take another look at the Wufei that went past him. Unfortunately, the Wufei had disappeared.
'Did I just hallucinated Wufei in a dress?!?' Duo thought, horrified. 'Oh my God... I must be catching something! I'm hallucinating Wufei in a DRESS!!' Then looking up, Duo shouted: "Sally!" and stared running for her room.
***
Quatre was pacing up and down the passageway, wringing his hands with anxiety.
"His lunch is COLD now. WHERE is he?" he muttered to himself as he passed the kitchen doorway for the eighth time. Trowa had disappeared to his room, tired of trying to convince him that the Chinese boy would show up later. Rounding the corner, Quatre bumped into the Chinese pilot.
"Where have you been?!?!!" the Arab pilot yelled at him. That got him a VERY cold glare from the Chinese boy.
Quatre immediately swallowed up any words he wanted to throw at the boy.
Still fixing his stony glare at the Arab co-pilot, Wufei moved into the kitchen... And stopped dead in his tracks.
"What is this?" he asked calmly, pointing at the huge pile of food piled on top of his plate. At least he assumed was his plate. Only the rim of the plate was visible, the rest was covered with food, piled high till the top was at least half a meter away from the table.
"Uhhh... Lunch?" Quatre asked, feeling a bit small under the cold glare he was receiving.
The Chinese pilot turned, took his place at the table, and started eating. While scowling. Quatre heaved a sigh of relief and walked out of the kitchen.
***
Trowa was going to his room when he bumped into Wufei, walking past him in the direction of Jess's room.
'Wonder what bone he has to pick with her...' Trowa thought as he watched the pilot disappear round the corner. 'He looks mad enough to struggle her.'
Then, deciding to let sleeping wolves lie, he pressed the button on his door, and waited for the scanner to finish its job and release the lock. As his door slid quietly open, Quatre came rounding past the corner of the passage Wufei had appeared from, looking extremely satisfied.
"Must have eaten your lunch finished, eh?" he asked the Arab co-pilot quietly, taking a step into his room.
"Yep! He is eating my lunch now. Why? What's wrong?" Quatre asked, looking concerned into Trowa's face, which had suddenly turned stonier, if such a thing was possible.
"Sorry..." The German pilot apologized, "I must have heard wrong. I thought you said he is eating lunch now."
"Yeah..., that's what I said," the Arab pilot confirmed, his own face showing his confusion. "Why?"
Trowa blinked. 'How is that possible...?'
"I saw Wufei walked by a minute ago...," he tried to argue.
"Impossible!" his co-pilot returned, "I was talking to him in the kitchen just a minute ago. And when I left, he was still eating. There is no way he could have passed by here before me, without me seeing him. I think you need to see Sally."
A moment of silence fell as Trowa searched his memory on Wufei's image walking past him. 'Hmmm... Ferocious glare..., the normal stalking walk..., dress swaying as he walked..., hair in ponytail..., wait a minute! DRESS??!?!'
Trowa stopped thinking and did an initial body check with his mind. 'Nope, nothing. Perhaps I do need a doctor's expertise...' Turning to Quatre, he answered in one word: "Sally."
***
Heero was in the Gundam Hanger, repairing Wing Zero.
"Damn those OZ men. They blew a hole in Wing's arm..." He muttered to himself, looking at the mass of burnt wires and melted metal from the cockpit platform.
'But there's work involve...,' his mind whispered tantalizingly.
Heero's eyes gleamed as he surveyed the damage done to his robot. Then his mind clicked into perfect soldier mode, listing the various components and tools needed to repair the arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wufei enter the hanger. Heero continued to check and examine his robot's damage, feeling totally at ease in Wufei's presence. It was the sound of something metal scrapping across the ground that dragged his attention away from his precious robot. Wufei was dragging his ladder away.
"Make sure you return that or I'll be stuck," he called as Wufei disappeared out of the door, dragging the ladder with him.
As he turned back to examine his robot again, Wufei re-entered the room, this time from the door on the other side of the hanger. Heero's suspicion went on high alert and he glared at Wufei. Wufei returned his glare perfectly.
"What, Yui?" the Chinese pilot asked in a neutral voice.
"Where's my ladder?" Heero asked stonily.
"What ladder?" Wufei asked, face this time registering surprise even though his face was somewhat fixed in a half glare.
"What's with your face?" the Japanese pilot enquired, this time feeling more curious about the expression on the Chinese pilot's face than his ladder.
"Some sort of muscle-lock," the Chinese pilot answered before turning his attention to his robot Nataku.
"Hn." Came Heero's answer before he jumped 5 feet to the ground, landing in a crouch, and running out the door, in search of Doctor G and Sally.
***
"So let me get this straight. And Maxwell... DON'T INTERUPT!" Sally said, glaring at the hyper-talkative pilot, now sitted beside her. Trowa and Quatre were standing in front of her; Trowa's arms were folded, waiting patiently for her to explain and Quatre was standing beside him, looking very worried. As she opened her mouth, the door burst opened.
"Sally! You won't believe what Heero told me!" Doctor G gushed out, his hand holding onto a rather windblown looking Heero. Obviously he had dragged Heero all the way to Sally's office.
"Let me guess," Sally answered with a sigh, "You guys saw Wufei doing impossible "appearing" acts, apparently appearing to have spilt himself into two, leading to the conclusion that there are now 2 Wufeis on board this ship, am I right?" Sally finished her analysis in one breath. 5 heads nodded in union at her.
"And one look NORMAL while the other is wearing a DRESS," Sally continued, furthering her point. 5 heads nodded at her again.
"So the truth is what you saw was Jess and Wufei, coincidently appearing one after the other in front of you," Sally finished, looking expectantly in her audience faces. A moment of silence followed her answer.
"You don't know the answer, do you?" Maxwell concluded while the rest continued to stare at her like she had just lost her mind. Sally considered STRANGLING Maxwell.
Author's Proclamation: O.o This chapter took longer to post up because of the things I mentioned above. (Check upstairs, if you didn't read.) Ummmm... A little confession: Wufei's actually my favorite character, so I'll be bring in his history in two chapters time. Maybe it'll change your mind a little... (Hopeful look) Meanwhile, enjoy the fic! :]
Ok! Dedications, dedications! This chapter goes out to: Shellie, Silent Fear, Cloud aka Zero, Kuso-chaN and misori-chan.
Oh! What's this??! Two newcomers! :] Well, technically, one's new and the other I should know by another name. ANYWAY! WELCOME: Herald Mistylenna and demon lover! (Waves hi to the both of them then points at demon lover) YOU! Thanks for all your reviews! :] I'm truly appreciative! Same goes to all my reviewers who are so sweet too!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS & MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!
Now on with the fic!
Chapter 14
Duo happily skipped down the passage on his way to the Gundam Robots' Hanger. Shinigami was looking a bit dented from his last fight and needed some spare parts to replace those damaged.
Turning around the corner, he bumped into Wufei.
"Hey there, Wu-man!" the boy chirpily greeted the Chinese co-pilot. The Chinese pilot turned a ferocious glare at him and "humph!", before stalking away.
"HEY! What's the matter?!? Ain't you glad to see me out of my room?!" he shouted after the Chinese boy retreating back. No response.
"Must have got up of the wrong side of bed today," he muttered to himself before whistling a tune and continuing down the passage. No sooner had he walked 5 steps, Wufei passed him again, in the same direction, wearing the same ferocious glare.
"Hello, Duo," Wufei greeted him.
"Hello, Wu-man!" Duo greeted him back without breaking pace.
Duo continued whistling the next few bars of notes before something went * click * in his brain. The whistling stopped. So did his walking.
'Hey, wait a minute..,' he thought as he spurn as fast as he could on his feet to take another look at the Wufei that went past him. Unfortunately, the Wufei had disappeared.
'Did I just hallucinated Wufei in a dress?!?' Duo thought, horrified. 'Oh my God... I must be catching something! I'm hallucinating Wufei in a DRESS!!' Then looking up, Duo shouted: "Sally!" and stared running for her room.
***
Quatre was pacing up and down the passageway, wringing his hands with anxiety.
"His lunch is COLD now. WHERE is he?" he muttered to himself as he passed the kitchen doorway for the eighth time. Trowa had disappeared to his room, tired of trying to convince him that the Chinese boy would show up later. Rounding the corner, Quatre bumped into the Chinese pilot.
"Where have you been?!?!!" the Arab pilot yelled at him. That got him a VERY cold glare from the Chinese boy.
Quatre immediately swallowed up any words he wanted to throw at the boy.
Still fixing his stony glare at the Arab co-pilot, Wufei moved into the kitchen... And stopped dead in his tracks.
"What is this?" he asked calmly, pointing at the huge pile of food piled on top of his plate. At least he assumed was his plate. Only the rim of the plate was visible, the rest was covered with food, piled high till the top was at least half a meter away from the table.
"Uhhh... Lunch?" Quatre asked, feeling a bit small under the cold glare he was receiving.
The Chinese pilot turned, took his place at the table, and started eating. While scowling. Quatre heaved a sigh of relief and walked out of the kitchen.
***
Trowa was going to his room when he bumped into Wufei, walking past him in the direction of Jess's room.
'Wonder what bone he has to pick with her...' Trowa thought as he watched the pilot disappear round the corner. 'He looks mad enough to struggle her.'
Then, deciding to let sleeping wolves lie, he pressed the button on his door, and waited for the scanner to finish its job and release the lock. As his door slid quietly open, Quatre came rounding past the corner of the passage Wufei had appeared from, looking extremely satisfied.
"Must have eaten your lunch finished, eh?" he asked the Arab co-pilot quietly, taking a step into his room.
"Yep! He is eating my lunch now. Why? What's wrong?" Quatre asked, looking concerned into Trowa's face, which had suddenly turned stonier, if such a thing was possible.
"Sorry..." The German pilot apologized, "I must have heard wrong. I thought you said he is eating lunch now."
"Yeah..., that's what I said," the Arab pilot confirmed, his own face showing his confusion. "Why?"
Trowa blinked. 'How is that possible...?'
"I saw Wufei walked by a minute ago...," he tried to argue.
"Impossible!" his co-pilot returned, "I was talking to him in the kitchen just a minute ago. And when I left, he was still eating. There is no way he could have passed by here before me, without me seeing him. I think you need to see Sally."
A moment of silence fell as Trowa searched his memory on Wufei's image walking past him. 'Hmmm... Ferocious glare..., the normal stalking walk..., dress swaying as he walked..., hair in ponytail..., wait a minute! DRESS??!?!'
Trowa stopped thinking and did an initial body check with his mind. 'Nope, nothing. Perhaps I do need a doctor's expertise...' Turning to Quatre, he answered in one word: "Sally."
***
Heero was in the Gundam Hanger, repairing Wing Zero.
"Damn those OZ men. They blew a hole in Wing's arm..." He muttered to himself, looking at the mass of burnt wires and melted metal from the cockpit platform.
'But there's work involve...,' his mind whispered tantalizingly.
Heero's eyes gleamed as he surveyed the damage done to his robot. Then his mind clicked into perfect soldier mode, listing the various components and tools needed to repair the arm. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wufei enter the hanger. Heero continued to check and examine his robot's damage, feeling totally at ease in Wufei's presence. It was the sound of something metal scrapping across the ground that dragged his attention away from his precious robot. Wufei was dragging his ladder away.
"Make sure you return that or I'll be stuck," he called as Wufei disappeared out of the door, dragging the ladder with him.
As he turned back to examine his robot again, Wufei re-entered the room, this time from the door on the other side of the hanger. Heero's suspicion went on high alert and he glared at Wufei. Wufei returned his glare perfectly.
"What, Yui?" the Chinese pilot asked in a neutral voice.
"Where's my ladder?" Heero asked stonily.
"What ladder?" Wufei asked, face this time registering surprise even though his face was somewhat fixed in a half glare.
"What's with your face?" the Japanese pilot enquired, this time feeling more curious about the expression on the Chinese pilot's face than his ladder.
"Some sort of muscle-lock," the Chinese pilot answered before turning his attention to his robot Nataku.
"Hn." Came Heero's answer before he jumped 5 feet to the ground, landing in a crouch, and running out the door, in search of Doctor G and Sally.
***
"So let me get this straight. And Maxwell... DON'T INTERUPT!" Sally said, glaring at the hyper-talkative pilot, now sitted beside her. Trowa and Quatre were standing in front of her; Trowa's arms were folded, waiting patiently for her to explain and Quatre was standing beside him, looking very worried. As she opened her mouth, the door burst opened.
"Sally! You won't believe what Heero told me!" Doctor G gushed out, his hand holding onto a rather windblown looking Heero. Obviously he had dragged Heero all the way to Sally's office.
"Let me guess," Sally answered with a sigh, "You guys saw Wufei doing impossible "appearing" acts, apparently appearing to have spilt himself into two, leading to the conclusion that there are now 2 Wufeis on board this ship, am I right?" Sally finished her analysis in one breath. 5 heads nodded in union at her.
"And one look NORMAL while the other is wearing a DRESS," Sally continued, furthering her point. 5 heads nodded at her again.
"So the truth is what you saw was Jess and Wufei, coincidently appearing one after the other in front of you," Sally finished, looking expectantly in her audience faces. A moment of silence followed her answer.
"You don't know the answer, do you?" Maxwell concluded while the rest continued to stare at her like she had just lost her mind. Sally considered STRANGLING Maxwell.
Author's Proclamation: O.o This chapter took longer to post up because of the things I mentioned above. (Check upstairs, if you didn't read.) Ummmm... A little confession: Wufei's actually my favorite character, so I'll be bring in his history in two chapters time. Maybe it'll change your mind a little... (Hopeful look) Meanwhile, enjoy the fic! :]