AN: I'm seating here, typing this because my stupid conscience won't leave me alone, ESPECIALLY when I'm taking a break from everything, telling me it's time to update. If you want, you can thank him. It's all Mind's fault I'm seating here, typing at 10.21 in the night on a nice rainy day that is practically screaming: SLEEP!

To my dedicated reviewers, I like to dedicate this chapter to them. They are: TariOfNargothrond, Cloud, Arianna 15, DeathsDragon, Death's little side kick, yami blue eyes white dragon, Dream Keeper, belle beauty, FuJi Fox (long time no see) and cryearthstearsfalltou! You guys have been cool in giving me your heartfelt reviews. * happy warm feeling * Thanks a lot ! They really mean a lot to me!

And I see a few new ones: Hello Spritely and Yum Yum1! Hopefully you will continue to enjoy my little fic!

Now on with the fic!

Chapter 28

Wufei skidded down the hallway's well-polished metal flooring, running past the exhibition of electro-deviation pods that could help split and enhance the power of solar converted energy either for storage in times of emergencies, or for safe fuel that could be burn for electricity, all the while giving out 5 times more than a block of charcoal could give in it's lifetime.

Swiping the beads of perspiration collecting on his forehead, thanks to the exhausting run in his attempt to get to the laboratory as fast as he could from the flower field, Wufei hastily tore off his outer long-sleeved shirt in his effort to cool his hot and sweaty body. A continuous buzz started from somewhere behind, indicating that his shirt, in his careless attempt to be rid of it, had hit the tripredium device and was now being fried to ash by the hydrolic-laser beams.

'My favorite shirt . . .' was the only fleeting thought he could spare for the by-now-reduced-to-nothing shirt, before his mind click back to focus on the more urgent matter at hand.

'She's going to sew me a new shirt,' at that, Wufei glanced down to look at his sweat-drenched black tank top and white pants, 'And wash these two pieces of clothing! She owes me big time!'

With those two thoughts in mind, he set his teeth firmly together and grimly concentrated on getting to the robot's room as fast as his two legs could carry him, ignoring the continuous ache coming from the leg muscles at the sudden and unfamiliar strenuous exercise.

On reaching the door, he paused in his running to catch his breath and take a good look to see if anything would be an obstacle to his ultimate goal. Surprisingly, the door was already thrown wide open and there was only one person in the room, that person was the bald guy he had talked to a week ago. Wufei pulled himself upright immediately, regulating his breath and composing his face into an unreadable mask. He didn't want the man to catch him in such an undignified composure.

The bald guy looked up, a calm look on his face.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, his face betraying nothing as well.

"I need your robot." Wufei replied and dashed past him to where Shenlong was waiting.

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In the kitchen, five boys and a girl gathered around the kitchen table. All except one were standing, all except one were paying attention to the situation going on in the kitchen, and all except one were NOT enjoying the food laid out on the table.

Jess was holding Duo hostage by his braid, which she held in one hand, and by a pin, which she held to his neck with the other. Next to her, a pair of evil looking, sharp scissors glittered on the table in the bright fluorescent light that illuminated the kitchen; it's purpose quite clear should the threat of the needle fail in any circumstances. Meanwhile, the hostage was holding a large dessertspoon and was doing whatever the girl dictated him to do.

And the girl had only six short sentences, which she used over and over again, to dictate her hostage to her will.

"Take food."

"Open mouth."

"Put food in mouth."

"Close mouth."

"Chew."

"Swallow." These words went on continuously and monotonously as the amount of food on the table shrank.

"Aren't you a little . . . umm . . . mean?" Quatre asked after Duo was forced to polish off the last of the pie Quatre had made for their dessert after dinner that day. Considering how big the pie was, it was no mean feat, even for a glutton like Duo.

His question earned him a really black look from the girl. If her eyes could shoot laser beams, he would be a dead man by now.

"Never mind," came the quick reply and the girl returned her attention back to her hostage and resumed her dictatorship. Seeing the pie was finished, she shifted it away and brought a large strawberry short cake in front of her victim.

On seeing the cake, Duo started burping continuously.

"That's a whole pie and cake she's making him eat . . ." Quatre whispered worriedly to Heero.

"Hn," came the typical reply from Heero when he wasn't feeling committal. Quatre rolled his eyes towards the heavens and gave up.

"I'm full . . ." came the inevitable pleading from Duo after his third mouthful of cake. Turning big, mournful, tear-drenched violet eyes on the girl, that seemed to work so well for him in getting pity from the sisters in his childhood days, he gave her his best imitation of a helpless child in distress.

Jess only response was: "Take food."

"Can I not?" he asked, putting more effort behind his pitiful look.

The girl's face darkened even more and the pressure of the pin on his neck increased. With a startled "yep!" Duo started shoving food hastily into his mouth.

Half an hour later, Jess walked out of the kitchen into the passage, looking VERY satisfied. All the boys watched her go, except for one.

Duo lay half-collapse on his chair, looking half dead to the world, his stomach protruding a very HUGE bulge.

"You think there's any medicine for . . . umm . . . over eating?" Quatre asked tentatively, once he was sure the girl was out of earshot.

All the remaining G-boys took a good look at their comrade in battle.

"Try Sally." Trowa answered.

"Hn." Came Heero's reply before he walked out of the kitchen, an amuse look on his face.

"Is it even safe to move him?" Quatre questioned further, worry evident in his voice.

Trowa did a more intense survey on Duo. Duo lay slumped against his chair, his tongue hanging out at one side and his spoon dangled from his lax hand before falling, cluttering noisily across mental floor upon impact. Meanwhile, Trowa raised a hand and waved it above the vacant violet eyes staring at the ceiling. No response, not even a blink to indicate the rising-hell-bent soul still existed within the body. All in all, Duo looked terrible.

"Well?" Quatre asked when Trowa continued to keep silent, surveying Duo from head to foot.

With that, Trowa straightened up and gave his conclusions.

"Don't worry, he'll survive." And walked out the door after Heero, before Quatre could further question his verdict.

'Don't worry? He'll survive?!??' Quatre thought hysterically, 'how did he get to that?!' Looking at Duo for the umpteen time, Quatre felt all the more unconvinced by Trowa's assurance. His empathetic spirit flared up bright within him at the thought of the other pilots' uncaring attitude and responses they gave him.

'All the more I must help him! I mustn't give up!'

"You know, I heard water helps digestion. You want some?" he asked the pathetic long haired American pilot, his protective and motherly nature kicking into full force within him.

* Bech! * Came the only response to his question before the indigested food hit the front of his Damious leather shoes.

Author's Proclamation: Whew, that wraps up the cliffhangers in one go. You guys must be celebrating. Hope you enjoyed the funnies in this chapter. :] Ayako