Quatre rushed inside and flipped on the lights of the main sitting
room of the house, which was usually reserved for the visits of dignitaries
and the like. He ushered Heero inside and motioned for him to sit down on
either one of the priceless looking, chaises, loveseats or sofas, and
exited. Heero chose to rest his rear on an Italian leather sofa, and he
deposited the squirming girl face down into one of the spaces between
cushions. The girl writhed even more violently than before, and Heero
chuckled softly.
Quatre returned with a silver tray in his hands that held two tall glasses of lemonade and a smaller glass of chocolate milk. He carefully placed the tray on an elegant class coffee table and sat daintily on a chair that was directly across from Heero, who had already grabbed his glass of lemonade and commenced drinking it.
"HOLY SHIT!" Heero cried out, slamming the glass back on the tray. "How much sugar did you put in this Quatre!??" Quatre frowned as he checked the glass, tray and table for damage. "The amount of sugar I always put in my lemonade." Quatre replied, relieved that nothing had happened to his expensive glassware and furniture.
Heero's eyes narrowed to slits. "You're going to die very soon." Quatre frowned once again, then moved his gaze from Heero to the pink haired girl. His frown deepened. "Heero! We're never going to learn anything about this girl if you treat like that!!" He said, rising to pull her out from between the cushions.
"Treat her like what??" Heero shrugged innocently as Quatre tenderly picked up the girl and sat her down properly on the sofa.
"Now, I'm going to take this tape off, but before I do, I want you to promise you're not going to scream and try to run away. Ok??" Quatre said in a soft patient voice that was obviously reserved for those in extreme distress or without sanity.
The girl seemed to consider her options, then nodded slowly. Heero took this as a cue to place his hands firmly on her small shoulders to prevent any possible escape, and Quatre slowly removed the tape that was binding her, starting with her feet and finishing with her mouth.
"So do you want to tell us your name, where you are from, and why you are here?" Quatre spoke in the same gentle voice.
"I am Princess Usagi Tsukino, from the 30th Century where my mom and dad are the King and Queen. They are in grave danger to I came to find the sailor senshi so they can help me."
The two boys blinked at each other in utter puzzlement.
"What's a sailor . . . thingy??" Quatre asked, not bothering to hide his confusion.
The Princess sighed in exasperation and jumped off the sofa. "You two morons obviously can't help me. I can tell I've landed in the wrong time period, so excuse me, I'm using the time key again so I can end up in the right place. Bye!" Heero lunged from the sofa before Quatre had a chance to blink and grabbed Chibi-Usa's shoulders.
"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere. I've learned from experience not to trust little girls. Especially loud and imperious little girls." Heero growled.
"Ooowie! You can't treat a princess like this!!"
"I don't care who or what you are. I treat you how I very well please."
"You are going to be in sooooo much trouble with the royal guard, I can promise you that!"
"Cut the crap kid and listen. First of all, what the hell is a sailor senshi and what is a time key? Is it some kind of weapon."
"I'm not telling you anything. You're obviously too dumb to understand." Chibi-Usa leaned back and tried to kick Heero in the nearest area. He dodged easily and clamped his hands down even harder on her shoulders.
"OWWWWW! Leave me ALONE!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"SHUT UP, both of you! NOW!" Quatre shouted, looking ruffled. Heero quietly let go of Chibi-Usa and seated himself beside her. "Neither of you are moving until I get all the facts straight from you," he pointed angrily at Chibi-Usa. "Do you understand me!??" Tears welled up in Chibi-Usa's eyes as she slowly nodded.
"If you make the kid cry, it's your problem, not mine." Heero sniffed as Quatre's eyes widened in frustration.
"I'm not crying!" Screamed Chibi-Usa.
"I think I'm going to start crying." Quatre mumbled.
"Oh god."
Quatre returned with a silver tray in his hands that held two tall glasses of lemonade and a smaller glass of chocolate milk. He carefully placed the tray on an elegant class coffee table and sat daintily on a chair that was directly across from Heero, who had already grabbed his glass of lemonade and commenced drinking it.
"HOLY SHIT!" Heero cried out, slamming the glass back on the tray. "How much sugar did you put in this Quatre!??" Quatre frowned as he checked the glass, tray and table for damage. "The amount of sugar I always put in my lemonade." Quatre replied, relieved that nothing had happened to his expensive glassware and furniture.
Heero's eyes narrowed to slits. "You're going to die very soon." Quatre frowned once again, then moved his gaze from Heero to the pink haired girl. His frown deepened. "Heero! We're never going to learn anything about this girl if you treat like that!!" He said, rising to pull her out from between the cushions.
"Treat her like what??" Heero shrugged innocently as Quatre tenderly picked up the girl and sat her down properly on the sofa.
"Now, I'm going to take this tape off, but before I do, I want you to promise you're not going to scream and try to run away. Ok??" Quatre said in a soft patient voice that was obviously reserved for those in extreme distress or without sanity.
The girl seemed to consider her options, then nodded slowly. Heero took this as a cue to place his hands firmly on her small shoulders to prevent any possible escape, and Quatre slowly removed the tape that was binding her, starting with her feet and finishing with her mouth.
"So do you want to tell us your name, where you are from, and why you are here?" Quatre spoke in the same gentle voice.
"I am Princess Usagi Tsukino, from the 30th Century where my mom and dad are the King and Queen. They are in grave danger to I came to find the sailor senshi so they can help me."
The two boys blinked at each other in utter puzzlement.
"What's a sailor . . . thingy??" Quatre asked, not bothering to hide his confusion.
The Princess sighed in exasperation and jumped off the sofa. "You two morons obviously can't help me. I can tell I've landed in the wrong time period, so excuse me, I'm using the time key again so I can end up in the right place. Bye!" Heero lunged from the sofa before Quatre had a chance to blink and grabbed Chibi-Usa's shoulders.
"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere. I've learned from experience not to trust little girls. Especially loud and imperious little girls." Heero growled.
"Ooowie! You can't treat a princess like this!!"
"I don't care who or what you are. I treat you how I very well please."
"You are going to be in sooooo much trouble with the royal guard, I can promise you that!"
"Cut the crap kid and listen. First of all, what the hell is a sailor senshi and what is a time key? Is it some kind of weapon."
"I'm not telling you anything. You're obviously too dumb to understand." Chibi-Usa leaned back and tried to kick Heero in the nearest area. He dodged easily and clamped his hands down even harder on her shoulders.
"OWWWWW! Leave me ALONE!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"SHUT UP, both of you! NOW!" Quatre shouted, looking ruffled. Heero quietly let go of Chibi-Usa and seated himself beside her. "Neither of you are moving until I get all the facts straight from you," he pointed angrily at Chibi-Usa. "Do you understand me!??" Tears welled up in Chibi-Usa's eyes as she slowly nodded.
"If you make the kid cry, it's your problem, not mine." Heero sniffed as Quatre's eyes widened in frustration.
"I'm not crying!" Screamed Chibi-Usa.
"I think I'm going to start crying." Quatre mumbled.
"Oh god."