by Jasmine Starlight.
Disclaimer: brothers and sisters – put this record down. Take my advice 'cause we are bad news. We will leave you high and dry. It's not worth the hearing you'll lose. It's just past 8:00 and I'm feeling young and reckless. The ribbon on my wrist says: "Do not open before Christmas"
Fall Out Boy.
I haven't updated this in awhile.
Mostly because my reviews have been disappointing.
The only reason I am continuing this is because The Gandhara left me a review for almost every chapter.
That's why this chapter is dedicated to The Gandhara…I have so many stories…man…
And also…one-liners rock! And so does The Gandhara. Thank you for your eight reviews. At least I think it was eight, maybe it was more than eight. Whatever you still rock.
I would like to apologize for the tremendous wait for this chapter. I also would like to apologize for the crap direction I went in for those last few chapters.
CHAPTER TWENTY
ORIGINS
In the aftermath of the Halloween ball, no one seemed ready to go back to the monotony of schoolwork.
But alas it had to be done. There was hope though, it came in the form of Quidditch tryouts. Since Harry (who was Captain) was in dire need of a team worth their salt this year he began his scouting early.
Like in the morning, when people were still sleeping.
"Psst."
"Unhgh."
"Psst."
"Mmftt."
"Wake up you stupid git!"
"Eh!" Wufei shot up in his four poster, instinctively he reached for the katana he kept under his bed.
"Chang?"
"Potter?" Wufei asked incredulously. "Do you know what time it is?"
"3:39." Harry replied shortly.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Wufei exclaimed as he grabbed said Potter by the scruff of his pajama shirt. Harry, who had experience dealing with an irate sleep-deprived Ron, remained nonplussed.
He grinned maniacally.
Wufei slowly let go, only after making sure his grip on the hilt of his sword was firm, in case Potter tried anything.
"I was wondering, if you'd mind trying out for the Quidditch team, in a couple of hours of course."
"…" Wufei blinked.
Harry maintained his psychotic smile, Wufei kept on blinking.
Harry maintained his neurotic mask, Wufei continued blinking.
"You woke me up for this!" he snarled agitatedly, batting away the pillow that Dean had sent flying his way.
"Yes." Harry never faltered.
And I thought Yuy was crazy…
"Why should I?" he glared his best menacing glare.
"Because I have this." Harry whispered as he pulled out Wufei's katana.
"Nice try, my katana is in my hand." Wufei said smugly as he revealed a rubber chicken that was clutched in his fist.
"Is it?"
Wufei narrowed his eyes and stared Harry down, "What did you do, you bakayaro?" he hissed.
"Nothing, much. Simply switched your katana with a joking item, terribly handy those things. Now will you try out for the team?" Harry quipped suggestively.
"Or you'll do what? You don't know how to handle a sword. Simpleton baka."
"But I could have it melted for potion making. Japanese steel is hard to come by in England."
"When I get my katana back, I will mutilate you as you sleep. Each incision deeper than the next, disemboweling you. Carrion is what you will become. You intestines will--"
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
O.o
Wufei rancorously devastated his eggs until they resembled nothing more than yellow mush.
Ginny uncertainly watched him methodically murder his breakfast. To say Wufei seemed edgy was an understatement. "Er…Wufei?" she inquired cautiously.
"Yes?" Wufei replied forcefully as he systematically shredded his crumpets.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course I'm fine, I'm beyond fine, I'm abso-freaking-lutely peachy."
O.o
Heero yawned quietly as he stepped out of the portrait door and made his way to the Great Hall. He trudged to the Slytherin table and took a seat across from Rei, who was nursing a cup of tea.
"Ohayo." She said softly.
"Ditto." Heero replied as he began unraveling a cinnamon bun, "Trying out for the quidditch team Yuy?" Draco butted in as he took the empty seat next to aforementioned Yuy.
"……"
Draco ignored Heero's lack of response and went on, "I'm Captain this year and tryouts are after breakfast if you want to come and join." He said through clenched teeth.
Heero observed this through half-lidded eyes, Draco sagged as he finally finished his obligatory invitation for quidditch, "Thank god that's over."
"If you didn't want Heero to tryout in the first place why did you even mention it?" Hotaru asked curiously as she mashed her hash browns into mush.
"He's Slytherin, not on the Quidditch team and has a good arm; I am obliged to give it a shot." Draco said as he devoured his eggs.
"How come you didn't give me a shot?" Rei asked irritatedly.
"I dunno." Draco said as he buttered his toast.
"It's because she's a girl isn't it?" Prem chimed in as he took a seat next to the squeamish Hotaru.
"Is it?" Rei asked darkly.
"Blaise is on the team and she's a girl." Draco pointed out unabashedly.
"That's irrelevant." Rei responded.
Heero watched the retorts go back and forth over the rim of his cup of hot tea, this was better than watching Wufei and Zechs argue about Treize.
For the record Heero is a sadistic bastard who occasionally ventures beyond what he is stereotyped as and acts remotely normal.
But all that aside, let's observe what's going at the Ravenclaw table, shall we?
O.o
"I'm telling you that it's a load of crap." Insisted Duo as he gestured empathetically with his breakfast sausage.
"What's a load of crap?" Padma asked curiously during a lull in her conversation with Ami.
"That King Kong would win in a fight between him and Godzilla."
"That's what you were arguing about?" Ami asked half in surprise half in amusement.
"Yes, what did you think we were arguing about?" Duo asked childishly.
Ami let out a puff of air, "Nothing." She said innocently.
"Right." Duo said disbelievingly.
"Are any of you going to try out for the Quidditch team?" Parvati interrupted abruptly.
"Hmmm?" Duo replied looking up from the study of his bacon.
"You heard me Maxwell." Parvati retorted smartly.
"We-el isn't Weasley on the team?" Duo asked wisely.
"Yes, but you shouldn't let that tosser Ron stop you from playing." Parvati replied sensibly.
"You must really be hard up if you're asking me of all people to join a team sport." Duo observed. Parvati flung a small biscuit at him in her frustration, which Trowa caught and began nibbling on, "Now Parvati there's no need to resort to violence."
"Violence? She threw a biscuit at you." Ami put in sensibly.
"Which missed." Padma added.
"You guys are being so helpful." Parvati exclaimed sardonically.
"Did Potter put you up to this?" Duo asked seriously.
"Huh."
"Did P-o-t-t-e-r put you u-p to t-h-i-s?" Duo repeated slowly.
"Why?" Parvati asked blandly.
"Because Wufei looks mighty cranky and I know that look; having many a time been the recipient of it."
"What?" Padma asked confusedly.
"I think someone stole his sword." Duo concluded as he buttered his seventh crumpet.
"I wouldn't know anything about that." Parvati said defensively.
"Oh, well, someone has to keep Wuffers company—I'll try out for your little "team" if it makes you happy."
Parvati opened her mouth to retort but shut it with a sigh, "It does." She said through gritted teeth.
O.o
"—hearing Potter talk is hardly what I had in mind when I said we should do research Duo." Heero remarked dully as he sat in the Quidditch stands.
"Quidditch is a contact sport! What better way to know how strong your allies are then by finding out how hard they hit?"
"Engage them in a one-on-one spar in the quiet of night, with no screaming fans or obscenely colored dresses and definitely not 100 feet above the ground--"
"I wasn't expecting an answer Hee-man, but it's always good to hear you talk."
"Expect the--"
"—unexpected." Duo finished gleefully.
"Talk is cheap." Heero replied blandly.
"I hate England." Wufei remarked as he collapsed into the stands beside them.
"Why? The tea tastes the same." Duo said as he stretched.
For that remark he was subject to two glares of doom, "Sheesh—not everyone can be fine connoisseurs like you guys."
"Che."
"Hn."
"What complex orators we are." Duo observed woefully as he waited for Harry to stop running Chaser drills.
"Do any of you fine athletes know when Gryffindor will be done hogging the field?" Rei inquired quietly.
"HOLY SHIT! And I thought living with Heero would kill me one day." Duo said as he tried to catch his breath.
"It's a gift." Rei remarked dryly.
"Potter doesn't seem to be giving up any time soon." Blaise said disinterestedly.
Heero rolled his eyes, "You're trying out?"
"Yes. Someone has to shut Malfoy up." Rei replied confidently. "You should try out--"
"For what purpose?"
"To piss off Malfoy." Rei noted as she shaded the sun's glare from her face with a hand.
"Hn." Heero smirked.
"How did you do that? I spent the better half of the morning trying to convince him to try out! What's your secret!" Duo demanded annoyedly.
"Sorry, no secret. I'm just not annoying."
"Gee, thanks."
"No problem." Rei said flawlessly.
"Rei!" Rei turned in time to receive the hug attack that Mina greeted her with.
"Mina, I think you broke a rib."
"Then all that endurance training Haruka gave me finally paid off." Mina smiled foxily.
Rei rolled her eyes, "Maiming you is not what I came here for," Mina said, eyeing Blaise out of the corner of her eye before continuing the conversation in Japanese.
Fortunately, Heero blocked it all out and watched the Gryffindors scrimmage. "Blaise, I'm out—Amy wants my help for something." Rei said smoothly as she turned and left the stands.
Blaise watched her retreating back until she disappeared.
O.o
"That was close." Mina said as she and Rei ran to Myrtle's bathroom.
"We should hurry up, is Amy fighting the youma alone?"
"Nah—Lita should have showed up pretty soon after I left." Mina said as she barreled into the abandoned room and transformed in a flash of blinding light. When her transformation was complete, she turned to see Rei in her red regalia and remarked, "I think your new friend seemed too interested in our conversation."
"That's just how she is—it's a Slytherin thing—I don't have time to explain it."
Mina rolled her blue eyes, "Just because you're in a certain class doesn't give you license to act like a moron."
O.o
Rei quietly slunk into the Slytherin Common room and collapsed into one of the chairs.
"Where have you been?" A silky voice asked.
She jumped three feet in the air, "Blaise?"
"The one and only," The Zabini heir replied as she stepped out of the shadows and took the armchair opposite Rei. "Now, tell me, where did you go for the entire day?"
A lesser woman would have buckled under the intense stair of Blaise's purple eyes but Rei was not a lesser woman, "Why does it matter?" she asked flippantly, leaning back in her seat.
"Just curious, especially when whatever you were doing took you all of the time before and after try-outs. And all afternoon. And all evening." Blaise said archly.
"So? Why is it any of your business?"
END
I'm sorry to say that this chapter has to end here.
Next chapter things will move along smoothly, I hope, please read and review.