Title: Performance, Chapter Five, Thanks For the Dance
MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^&@$%!!!
Summary: Hell, I'll tell you when I'm finished writing!!! =) I GOT SALLY'S AGE WRONG! I CHECKED THE MANUAL AND SHES ACTUALLY 22!!! SO I'LL CHANGE THE FIRST CHAPTER LATER, BUT I ALREADY MADE THE CHANGE IN THIS ONE! ***
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The Rats walked into the room, yawning and stretching their arms. Heero walked towards his room, ready to hack, search. The Desert Prince walked towards the couch, ready to sit, plan. Trowa and Wufei walked in last, ready to act.
The Circus Clown walked towards the window, viewing the hospital across the way.
"What's with the long faces? You act like someone's died." The Street Rat appeared from within the shadows, smirking, his usual clothes on.
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Duo's apartment.
8:45 am.
They had stayed another night, to see him fit. The Rats were at their usual stations, Black, Indigo, Desert Prince, Circus Clown and Street Rat.
"You think he's still sleeping?" Trowa was the third to get up, Quatre was always last. He looked towards Duo's room, snoring could be heard.
The Desert Prince rolled up and yawned after hearing the Circus Clown's voice. Indigo and Black always woke up around the same time and they usually sat in silence. A simple click of Trowa's tongue was his alarm clock. "I would think so, after all the excitement last night." He stretched and yawned, sitting up.
Tap. Tap. Tap. No tap.
Heero stopped clicking away at his laptop, taking Quatre's movement as a signal. "Are we going through with your plan?" Indigo looked up at Black who shrugged.
Platinum Gold looked over at Heero and nodded.
9:02 am.
Trowa and Wufei slung the garbage bags over their shoulders, all of Duo's most prized possessions clung to their backs; suppressed in a layer of the thinnest black plastic.
The Desert Prince stood in the doorway eyeing the neatly dressed room. There was no more liquor, no more pictures, and no more music. Instead, a new laptop lay traced where the pictures were beaten and harassed days ago, green tea could be spotted from every angle, replacing every shot-glass and bottle. Besides the presents that lay around the 'house', the priceless one lay over the fireplace.
Quatre looked over at Heero and threw him a wrapped object and a pen. Indigo and Greenish-Blue nodded, this time Quatre made his way out the door first, followed by a Circus Clown and a Boy with Black Hair.
Heero already knew what he was supposed write on the present.
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Noon.
Duo turned over in sleep. He woke up, looking towards his ceiling today. The Street Rat groaned as Quatre, Heero, Wufei and Trowa appeared next to him. "Damnit."
Before picking up the laptop, Duo eyed the room, expecting Trowa or Heero to pop up out of nowhere. This time, he picked it up, yawning and reading the few letters that were inscribed within the picture. He read them out loud to make them aware he was awake. "Don't even try it, we already left. Your presents are in the living room."
The Reborn Man laughed, shrugging; now noticing that no pictures slept in his room. "Thanks for the charity guys." He jumped out of bed, making his way to the living room.
"This just ain't my apartment anymore." Duo smiled and stretched, eyeing the green tea on the table. "Well.. What the hell.." In a there's-nothing- to-lose-kind-of-way.
He sipped, contently, the flavor running down his throat to the pit of his stomach, where the happiness hit him most. "At least Quatre flavored it." Duo turned around to turn on his music, he paused before clicking the play button; wondering what was in store for him this time.
His own voice filled the room, it was raw, no music was hidden behind the voices.
()()()
So where you headed to after this?
Headed back home.
What about the girls?
Doesn't sound like something you'd say.
Not half of us.
You're right. Most of us.. Quatre you sipping something over there?....
Green Tea.
Hah.. Figures.
There's still Relena.
Sally.
Cathy.
Dorothy.
Would you really date her?
Matters how drunk he is. If he was in Japan with lots of sake. Probably.
Either way. What about you Duo?
Cheers to that.
What about me?
Hilde.
What about her?
You two didn't hit it off?
What was there to hit? What about Relena?
What about her? Hell, what about Dorothy?
Blonde Hair. Sally's age?
22. Trowa. ***
Blue eyes. Hilde.
Not Hilde. She's a childhood friend. Someone else. Haven't found her yet.
What about...?
What about it? Hey Wufei, I thought she was our age.
You and everyone else.
Relena doesn't look our age either.
That's only because of her bangs.
Thanks for scanning.
Who said I was scanning?
Well.. If you know she looks better with bangs.
See! He knows too!
Sorry.
Whatever.
Dorothy. Eyebrows.
Hahahahaha.
It's how she likes them.
But come-on Q-man, don't you think she'd look a wee bit hotter without?
Duo.
Yeah yeah, fine fine.
Stop scanning.
Yeah, how would you feel if we scanned Hilde?
I would've cared a long time ago.
Sure.
Uh-huh.
She's already scanned by everyone anyways.
Huh?
Nothing. Yo Trowa.
Hmm?
You leaving?
Mm-mm.
Later then. Later Heavyarms.
Well everyone, it's been nice working with you.
I bet.
See you guys around.
Don't go killing yourself now.
What about that self detonation button?
Will do. Later Duo.
See ya around kid.
Don't bet on it.
Don't worry, I won't.
.
We thought you'd like that; we had to borrow Deathscythe though. Hope you don't mind. We left something on the counter. Over and out.
()()()
Duo laughed, eyeing the counter this time, a package lay wrapped in newspaper. He picked it up, reading the red marker stains. "Damn Heero, you can't write for shit.."
But he read anyways, before opening the present.
{We thought you'd like this one, hope you like. Shout if you do.}
{Don't glare at me boy. Just because you're broken. Doesn't mean a thing.}
There was a different scribbled this time, a girl's writing.
{There's room for one more in the van.}
The Street Rat ripped open the present to find a picture, framed, unbroken. He smiled and stood it up on his counter.
{Shout if you do.}
They sat in the van waiting for a signal, the Girls napping peacefully in the back. Quatre looked at Heero, he sat behind him.
"Do you really?..." The Desert Prince was stopped as Trowa held up his hand.
"Shhhh."
Duo chuckled, looking outside his window to the van below. He ripped out a shout, no words, just pure thanks.
This time, all the Rats acted on the same account, each one smiling in their own way. There was just one difference this time, the Street Rat held a collage. The very edges held pictures of the G-boys together; each one standing with his Gundam, Hilde and Duo back in the day; but in the very middle there was a picture of him singing, in an isolated room.
Quatre rolled down his window and yelled at the Boy In the Window. "Well?"
The Boy looked down at him, smirking. He broke out with a final yell. "Didn't we already settle this? It was nice working with you guys and I'll see you boys around."
Trowa rolled down his window sitting across from the driver; he arched his back over the van looking up at Duo. "That was my line you know?"
"Yeah, I know! I know." He looked down at them, half smiling, half knowing. "I'll see you guys around." Duo said in a softer tone this time, his eyes resting.
"Don't bet on it." Indigo rolled down his window, Wufei already stood in the same position as Trowa, across from Quatre. He was nodding. Say your line right Duo, say it right.
"Don't worry, I will." And he did, along with the Others.
==
IMPORTANT: THE THING ABOUT BORROWING THE DEATHSCYTHE!! THE GUNDAMS HAVE RECORDING PROGRAMS (NOW THEY DO..) SO THAT'S HOW THEY GOT THE RECORDING IF YOU'RE WONDERING.
A/N: Hey guys! IT'S OVER!! Hahaha. Don't worry, they'll be an epilogue. (As if you'd worry.. haha.) But do tell! How'd you like? PLEASE RATE ME TEN OUT OF TEN!!! One being worst, Ten being best.. you know? I'll try and make you rate the Epilogue as a separate story.. Kind of because it is.. =) =)
FINAL: SORRY FOR ALL MY STUPID TYPOS!!
MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^&@$%!!!
Summary: Hell, I'll tell you when I'm finished writing!!! =) I GOT SALLY'S AGE WRONG! I CHECKED THE MANUAL AND SHES ACTUALLY 22!!! SO I'LL CHANGE THE FIRST CHAPTER LATER, BUT I ALREADY MADE THE CHANGE IN THIS ONE! ***
==
The Rats walked into the room, yawning and stretching their arms. Heero walked towards his room, ready to hack, search. The Desert Prince walked towards the couch, ready to sit, plan. Trowa and Wufei walked in last, ready to act.
The Circus Clown walked towards the window, viewing the hospital across the way.
"What's with the long faces? You act like someone's died." The Street Rat appeared from within the shadows, smirking, his usual clothes on.
==
Duo's apartment.
8:45 am.
They had stayed another night, to see him fit. The Rats were at their usual stations, Black, Indigo, Desert Prince, Circus Clown and Street Rat.
"You think he's still sleeping?" Trowa was the third to get up, Quatre was always last. He looked towards Duo's room, snoring could be heard.
The Desert Prince rolled up and yawned after hearing the Circus Clown's voice. Indigo and Black always woke up around the same time and they usually sat in silence. A simple click of Trowa's tongue was his alarm clock. "I would think so, after all the excitement last night." He stretched and yawned, sitting up.
Tap. Tap. Tap. No tap.
Heero stopped clicking away at his laptop, taking Quatre's movement as a signal. "Are we going through with your plan?" Indigo looked up at Black who shrugged.
Platinum Gold looked over at Heero and nodded.
9:02 am.
Trowa and Wufei slung the garbage bags over their shoulders, all of Duo's most prized possessions clung to their backs; suppressed in a layer of the thinnest black plastic.
The Desert Prince stood in the doorway eyeing the neatly dressed room. There was no more liquor, no more pictures, and no more music. Instead, a new laptop lay traced where the pictures were beaten and harassed days ago, green tea could be spotted from every angle, replacing every shot-glass and bottle. Besides the presents that lay around the 'house', the priceless one lay over the fireplace.
Quatre looked over at Heero and threw him a wrapped object and a pen. Indigo and Greenish-Blue nodded, this time Quatre made his way out the door first, followed by a Circus Clown and a Boy with Black Hair.
Heero already knew what he was supposed write on the present.
==
Noon.
Duo turned over in sleep. He woke up, looking towards his ceiling today. The Street Rat groaned as Quatre, Heero, Wufei and Trowa appeared next to him. "Damnit."
Before picking up the laptop, Duo eyed the room, expecting Trowa or Heero to pop up out of nowhere. This time, he picked it up, yawning and reading the few letters that were inscribed within the picture. He read them out loud to make them aware he was awake. "Don't even try it, we already left. Your presents are in the living room."
The Reborn Man laughed, shrugging; now noticing that no pictures slept in his room. "Thanks for the charity guys." He jumped out of bed, making his way to the living room.
"This just ain't my apartment anymore." Duo smiled and stretched, eyeing the green tea on the table. "Well.. What the hell.." In a there's-nothing- to-lose-kind-of-way.
He sipped, contently, the flavor running down his throat to the pit of his stomach, where the happiness hit him most. "At least Quatre flavored it." Duo turned around to turn on his music, he paused before clicking the play button; wondering what was in store for him this time.
His own voice filled the room, it was raw, no music was hidden behind the voices.
()()()
So where you headed to after this?
Headed back home.
What about the girls?
Doesn't sound like something you'd say.
Not half of us.
You're right. Most of us.. Quatre you sipping something over there?....
Green Tea.
Hah.. Figures.
There's still Relena.
Sally.
Cathy.
Dorothy.
Would you really date her?
Matters how drunk he is. If he was in Japan with lots of sake. Probably.
Either way. What about you Duo?
Cheers to that.
What about me?
Hilde.
What about her?
You two didn't hit it off?
What was there to hit? What about Relena?
What about her? Hell, what about Dorothy?
Blonde Hair. Sally's age?
22. Trowa. ***
Blue eyes. Hilde.
Not Hilde. She's a childhood friend. Someone else. Haven't found her yet.
What about...?
What about it? Hey Wufei, I thought she was our age.
You and everyone else.
Relena doesn't look our age either.
That's only because of her bangs.
Thanks for scanning.
Who said I was scanning?
Well.. If you know she looks better with bangs.
See! He knows too!
Sorry.
Whatever.
Dorothy. Eyebrows.
Hahahahaha.
It's how she likes them.
But come-on Q-man, don't you think she'd look a wee bit hotter without?
Duo.
Yeah yeah, fine fine.
Stop scanning.
Yeah, how would you feel if we scanned Hilde?
I would've cared a long time ago.
Sure.
Uh-huh.
She's already scanned by everyone anyways.
Huh?
Nothing. Yo Trowa.
Hmm?
You leaving?
Mm-mm.
Later then. Later Heavyarms.
Well everyone, it's been nice working with you.
I bet.
See you guys around.
Don't go killing yourself now.
What about that self detonation button?
Will do. Later Duo.
See ya around kid.
Don't bet on it.
Don't worry, I won't.
.
We thought you'd like that; we had to borrow Deathscythe though. Hope you don't mind. We left something on the counter. Over and out.
()()()
Duo laughed, eyeing the counter this time, a package lay wrapped in newspaper. He picked it up, reading the red marker stains. "Damn Heero, you can't write for shit.."
But he read anyways, before opening the present.
{We thought you'd like this one, hope you like. Shout if you do.}
{Don't glare at me boy. Just because you're broken. Doesn't mean a thing.}
There was a different scribbled this time, a girl's writing.
{There's room for one more in the van.}
The Street Rat ripped open the present to find a picture, framed, unbroken. He smiled and stood it up on his counter.
{Shout if you do.}
They sat in the van waiting for a signal, the Girls napping peacefully in the back. Quatre looked at Heero, he sat behind him.
"Do you really?..." The Desert Prince was stopped as Trowa held up his hand.
"Shhhh."
Duo chuckled, looking outside his window to the van below. He ripped out a shout, no words, just pure thanks.
This time, all the Rats acted on the same account, each one smiling in their own way. There was just one difference this time, the Street Rat held a collage. The very edges held pictures of the G-boys together; each one standing with his Gundam, Hilde and Duo back in the day; but in the very middle there was a picture of him singing, in an isolated room.
Quatre rolled down his window and yelled at the Boy In the Window. "Well?"
The Boy looked down at him, smirking. He broke out with a final yell. "Didn't we already settle this? It was nice working with you guys and I'll see you boys around."
Trowa rolled down his window sitting across from the driver; he arched his back over the van looking up at Duo. "That was my line you know?"
"Yeah, I know! I know." He looked down at them, half smiling, half knowing. "I'll see you guys around." Duo said in a softer tone this time, his eyes resting.
"Don't bet on it." Indigo rolled down his window, Wufei already stood in the same position as Trowa, across from Quatre. He was nodding. Say your line right Duo, say it right.
"Don't worry, I will." And he did, along with the Others.
==
IMPORTANT: THE THING ABOUT BORROWING THE DEATHSCYTHE!! THE GUNDAMS HAVE RECORDING PROGRAMS (NOW THEY DO..) SO THAT'S HOW THEY GOT THE RECORDING IF YOU'RE WONDERING.
A/N: Hey guys! IT'S OVER!! Hahaha. Don't worry, they'll be an epilogue. (As if you'd worry.. haha.) But do tell! How'd you like? PLEASE RATE ME TEN OUT OF TEN!!! One being worst, Ten being best.. you know? I'll try and make you rate the Epilogue as a separate story.. Kind of because it is.. =) =)
FINAL: SORRY FOR ALL MY STUPID TYPOS!!