Author's Note: Here's the next chapter. Guess what? There might actually be a PLOT in this part!!! I know, it came as a surprise to me, too.
Thalia ::to readers:: You think ~you're~ surprised!?
Eros: Yeah! We're her muses and even ~we~ don't know where this came from...
Don't mind them. It's not ~that~ out there... And it makes sense, you don't even have to think that hard about it. ::realizes she sounds desperate and sweatdrops:: But this means it's less humorous and more action-oriented. Ummm, oh yeah, and squiggly lines like these ~ ~ are for emphasis. And awaaaay we go!
Disclaimer: Don't own the G-boys, Greek mythological characters are represented "liberally." Shounen ai, switching of POV's, most likely OOC. I live in North Dakota. It's about -6 degrees outside. Flames will be appreciated!
Heero peered around the corner of the hall, waiting until Wufei had left as well. It wasn't often he was overcome by his curiosity, but he found himself intrigued by the bow and quiver. He'd never before had a chance to examine such archaic weapons, and the Perfect Soldier was nothing if not opportunistic. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it would have been ~preferable~ to have two people to open the stairs to the attic, but not absolutely ~necessary~. He walked up them. Then he began to search the attic methodically until he found the bow and quiver.
He picked them up and tested the bow's strength. He couldn't pull it back. He frowned and exerted more pressure. Still the bow would not bend. He clenched his teeth as he used his strength full force.
~THWANG~
Heero found himself sliding headfirst down the far wall. He landed with a dull ~thud~. The bow lay on the ground where he'd been standing, bowstring still humming. He blinked rapidly. Surely the faint red glow around it was just a result of the blow to his skull. He stood and shook his head to clear it before crossing over to the bow and picking it up. He fixed it with a poisonous glare and tried to figure out how Duo could use it and he couldn't. When the bow made no move to explain this, he dropped it unceremoniously.
"Hn," he grunted, and turned to the quiver.
He drew an arrow from it, examining the fine wooden shaft and expertly split feather fletchings. The arrow head itself appeared to be made of some sort of pinkish-red stone. The shape was lost on him. He tested the edge, then narrowed his eyes as the slightest brush gave him a thin cut on the pad of his thumb. That soft red glow glimmered around the arrowhead for a moment. He glared it into non-existance. Just like he glared at Relena...
A silent yet almost - dreamy? - sigh escaped his lips as he thought of the girl he just could ~not~ kill. He caught himself just before he could break into a - wistful? - smile. What was wrong with him? He was thinking about ~Relena~ like that? He contained a shudder. He frowned and glared at the arrow in his hand. This was puzzling. Was there some sort of drug on it? He couldn't afford to start daydreaming about Relena with her beautiful eyes and golden-brown hair... He found himself unable to surpress a gag. {1}
"Hn," he reiterated, shaking his head again. Definitely some sort of hallucinogen on the tip. He set it back in the quiver. He should go lie down for a while to get it out of his system... or better yet, he should take a cold shower. Hopefully afterwards he wouldn't feel so dirty...
A sudden thud from the floor below him made him drop the quiver. In a flash he was halfway down the stairs, gun drawn and ready as he listened to the stream of blistering curses.
"Shut up, Thalia, d'you wanna get us caught?"
"Sorry, but ~some~ of us don't have wings to gracefully soar in through windows. We have to climb in like lowly ~mortals~," the girl's voice replied with scathing sarcasm. "Besides, this house is so big no one will hear us. Let's just get the bow and arrows and leave. Aphrodite can cram her 'entertainment' up her pretty little a- "
"Freeze," Heero said tonelessly, having followed the voices to the room that was their source. Since the open door obscured his view, he could only see the girl, at whom he pointed the gun. She whirled to face him, looking chagrinned. He was surprised to see the purple toga, but kept his face carefully neutral.
"'No one will hear us,'" the male he couldn't see mocked in a falsetto. "And it's the one with spandex, too. This misson just keeps getting better and better."
"Shut up, Erry. You're not helping," the girl hissed, then spoke to Heero. "Don't shoot us, please? We don't mean you any harm. We just want the bow and quiver."
"Who are you and who sent you?" he demanded as he cocked the gun. "OZ?"
"OZ? What the Tartarus is OZ? ~We're~ from - "
"Don't tell him, Thalia. Mom's gonna be pissed off as it is."
"Easy for you to say! You aren't the one who's got a gun at your head."
Heero's eyes flickered to the direction of 'Erry's' voice, then back to 'Thalia.'
"Come out where I can see you," he ordered.
"I'd rather not."
"I'll shoot the girl."
"Go ahead."
"Erry!" Thalia squawked.
"It won't do any good, you're immort- "
"Erry - " she said, warningly this time.
"What? Our cover's already blown."
"Hey! Why did you just stop me from explaining if our cover's blown?!"
"Shut up," Heero said.
"Hn. They probably won't beleive us anyway. And we would'nt be in this mess if ~you~ hadn't fallen in the window."
"Look who's takling Mr. I'm-so-special-'cause-I've-got-wi- "
"SHUT UP," Heero repeated.
"Look, all we want is the bow and quiver. They're mine, and they're pretty dangerous to just leave lying around," 'Erry' said, sounding irritated.
"You are not in the position to be making demands," Heero said and gestured with his gun. "Out in the hallway, both of you. Now."
The girl rolled her eyes and sighed. She complied with some grumbling, of which Heero caught confusing bits involving someone called Aphrodite and a plague of whoopee cushions. Heero waited for the man to come out, but just as there was a hint of movement from behind the door, there was a rumbling. The ground was shaking, and the house groaned uneasily around them. The hall was filled with the smell of sulfer. Thalia was suddenly extrememly pale.
"Eros! Is this what I think it is?" she shouted.
"No, it ~can't~ be! Zeus told him not to come up in the human world anymore! Not since Persephone!"{2} came the reply. The shaking increased significantly. "Then again..."
"Come on, we've got to go! If it ~is~ him, someone's got to protect the mortals!"
Heero tried to keep his balance, but the violent shaking threw him to the ground . Thalia cried out as a great ~CRACK~ signaled the cave in of the floor.
But before this...
Quatre was surprised to see that the table had been cleared already. Having an idea who would've done this, he went into the kitchen. Sure enough, Trowa had his arms buried in soap suds as he washed the glasses and empty lemonade pitcher. Quatre smiled and came up to him unnoticed.
"Thanks," he said simply. Trowa glanced at him and he smiled wider. The banged boy was cute when he was startled. Quatre doubted anyone else could really tell on Trowa's expressionless face, but with all the studying the blonde did of him, he could. Trowa blinked at him, the tiniest hint of warmth in his eyes.
"I wanted to help."
"Well, now it's my turn to help. I'll dry," Quatre said, taking out a dish towel.
They worked in companionable silence and had just finished when Wufei came into the kitchen. A limp form in black swim trunks was in the Chinese boy's arms. Quatre frowned worriedly and walked over quickly, followed by Trowa.
"Wufei, what happened?" Quatre asked.
"I don't know," Wufei replied snappishly. "One second he was fine, the next he was out cold."
Quatre examined him closely. He was obviously trying to look like his normal uncaring self, but there was worry in his ebony eyes. Quatre frowned in sympathy.
"Hmm. Well, maybe we should put him in his room and call Sally Po to come and look at him-"
He was cut off as the ground began to shake.
"What the hell?" Wufei yelled, dodging pots and pans that were falling from their hooks on the wall. "Quatre, I didn't know your place was near a fault line!"
"It's not!" Quatre shouted back. "We've got to get out of here!"
Wufei needed no urging and ran back down the hall to the patio. Trowa and Quatre followed closely as the house began to shudder under the stress. They were almost to the door when the roof caved in. Quatre turned to see Trowa fall under a pile of debris.
"TROWA!" he cried, and rushed back. He tore widly into the heap, not feeling the cuts he was getting from broken glass and twisted metal, intent on finding the banged boy. He finally unearthed an unconscious Heavyarms pilot, heaved him up, and staggered out of the door as more of the house collapsed. He didn't stop running until he made it to the far side of the pool, where Wufei was was kneeling beside Duo. Wufei shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up even though it was a useless gesture. Quatre placed Trowa down carefully.
The ground cracked, a wide chasm forming between them and the house. The pool split and the gallons of water gushed noisily into the slash in the earth as sulfuric gases rushed just as noisily out of it. Quatre gasped for breath and Wufei began coughing earnestly. Then a voice like the baying of a pack of hounds rose from the pit.
"AH, MY DEAR SHINIGAMI! YOU HAVE FINALLY COME TO JOIN ME!"
Heero didn't know exactly how it happened, but somehow or another he was being born away from a collapsing house on the back of an angel. {3} White wings pumped on either side of him, and he clung to the bare muscular shoulders as he looked down at the grounds. A gaping jagged crevice had formed between the mansion and the pool. The winged being known as 'Erry' flew directly above it through the vent of noxious gases. Heero coughed but looked down through watering eyes into the abyss. He saw what appeared to be a river of glowing green - stuff, which swirled unpleasantly, making him nauseous.
"AH, MY DEAR SHINIGAMI! YOU HAVE FINALLY COME TO JOIN ME!"
"Hurry Eros! He's coming up!" screamed the girl, who was being carried in the angel's arms.
"I'm trying!"
He landed in front of the other four pilots, unfurling his wings to their full extent. He turn his head back to Heero.
"You should stand back," he shouted as Wing's pilot dropped down. "Let us take care of this."
Heero just nodded silently, feeling extraodinarily out of his depth. He stepped back a few paces, pulling his tank top over his nose and mouth to filter the air. Quatre stood and staggered over to Eros and Thalia.
"What's going on?" he demanded of them, choking from the fumes.
"It's - " began Thalia, but was cut off by a sudden flare of green fire.
A tall swarthy man stood at the edge of the cavernous maw into the Underworld, wrapped in a black cape that seemed to be more a shadow than cloth. He smiled eerily at them. The man snapped his fingers, and the three conscious pilots all froze. Eros and Thalia glared at him.
"This is quite a pleasure," Hades said, his voice no longer magnified but still holding a wild frightening undertone. "I knew at least one other God was here, but I hardly expected a muse as well."
"We weren't expecting you, though," Thalia replied easily. "I'll give you one thing, you sure know how to make an entrance."
"Cut the pleasantries. What are you doing here? You know Zeus's command," Eros said coldly.
"Ah, but this has special circumstances, my dear grand-nephew. You see, I am merely collecting that which is mine," Hades said smoothly.
"Just like you did with Persephone?"
Hades laughed, a sound as bleak as the winter wind howling through a forest.
"No. This time Zeus and Demeter can do nothing. Shinigami is my grandson," the God of the Underworld. {4}
If the gundam pilots had been able to react, this declaration might've seemed more dramatic. As it was, Heero's eyes widened, Quatre's already-wide-eyes became the size of dinnerplates, and Wufei throat strained to curse. Thalia merely snapped her fingers... or tried to anyway.
"Of course! I ~knew~ there was something different about him when I chose him for this!" she exclaimed.
"My dear, how very perceptive of you," Hades said. "And while I'm quite enjoying our little chat, I really must take what I came for and get going."
The god snapped his fingers. Duo's body stood, but his head lolled to one side, making it quite clear that he was still unconscious. His legs moved in a jerky parody of walking, making his way to the god. When he was close enough, Hades wrapped the braided teen in that strange shadow that was his cloak. With a last eerie howl of laughter, he snapped his fingers and disappeared. But instead of a mere flare of flames, there was an explosion followed by a wave of green light that threw everyone back twenty yards. Even the Olympians were knocked unconsious, and the ground began shaking again as the rift began to close.
{1}- ::shudders:: Sorry! I ~know~ Heero wouldn't think like this even if he was on crack. Put it down to the power of Erry's Arrows of Luuuv.
{2}- Insert the legend of Persephone here. One thing I made up. In my fanfic here, Zeus has apparantly forbidden Hades to come to earth again. That does not happen in the actual myth.
{3}- Well, that's what Eros looks like! And Heero's a soldier, how would he know about the obscure references to ancient Greek mythology?
{4}- Ooooh, the plot thickens! Can we say 'soap opera'?
Duo: Hey! What about me an' Wu-chan over here? I though for sure that this fic was headed for a Wufei-uke lemon scene what with the sunburn lotion and all...
Wufei: WHAT??? INJUSTICE!!!
Duo: ::big kawaii grin:: Awwwww, you're so ~cute~ when you're angry. ::nudges Wufei with an elbow:: You know you like it.
Wufei ::furious blushing:: I don't know what you're talking about, Maxwell!!
Duo ::big kawaii leer:: Suuuure you don't, Fei-babe.
O_o ... Ah well, this fic is going on for another couple parts, it looks like. ::ignores groans from G-boys, muses, and readers:: ::points at nasty cliff-hanger ending:: I hate cliff-hangers. Now look what I've gone and done! And I ~do~ plan on explaining everything. Just let me get around to it... In the meantime REEEEEVIIIEEEWWW!!!! DAMMIT!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Thalia ::rolls eyes:: Eros, you know the drill.
Eros ::nods, then nocks a heart-tipped arrow and aims bow at readers:: Review please, or I'll make you get an obsession for the nearest spandex-wearing terrorist who wants to kill you.
Thalia ::to readers:: You think ~you're~ surprised!?
Eros: Yeah! We're her muses and even ~we~ don't know where this came from...
Don't mind them. It's not ~that~ out there... And it makes sense, you don't even have to think that hard about it. ::realizes she sounds desperate and sweatdrops:: But this means it's less humorous and more action-oriented. Ummm, oh yeah, and squiggly lines like these ~ ~ are for emphasis. And awaaaay we go!
Disclaimer: Don't own the G-boys, Greek mythological characters are represented "liberally." Shounen ai, switching of POV's, most likely OOC. I live in North Dakota. It's about -6 degrees outside. Flames will be appreciated!
Heero peered around the corner of the hall, waiting until Wufei had left as well. It wasn't often he was overcome by his curiosity, but he found himself intrigued by the bow and quiver. He'd never before had a chance to examine such archaic weapons, and the Perfect Soldier was nothing if not opportunistic. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it would have been ~preferable~ to have two people to open the stairs to the attic, but not absolutely ~necessary~. He walked up them. Then he began to search the attic methodically until he found the bow and quiver.
He picked them up and tested the bow's strength. He couldn't pull it back. He frowned and exerted more pressure. Still the bow would not bend. He clenched his teeth as he used his strength full force.
~THWANG~
Heero found himself sliding headfirst down the far wall. He landed with a dull ~thud~. The bow lay on the ground where he'd been standing, bowstring still humming. He blinked rapidly. Surely the faint red glow around it was just a result of the blow to his skull. He stood and shook his head to clear it before crossing over to the bow and picking it up. He fixed it with a poisonous glare and tried to figure out how Duo could use it and he couldn't. When the bow made no move to explain this, he dropped it unceremoniously.
"Hn," he grunted, and turned to the quiver.
He drew an arrow from it, examining the fine wooden shaft and expertly split feather fletchings. The arrow head itself appeared to be made of some sort of pinkish-red stone. The shape was lost on him. He tested the edge, then narrowed his eyes as the slightest brush gave him a thin cut on the pad of his thumb. That soft red glow glimmered around the arrowhead for a moment. He glared it into non-existance. Just like he glared at Relena...
A silent yet almost - dreamy? - sigh escaped his lips as he thought of the girl he just could ~not~ kill. He caught himself just before he could break into a - wistful? - smile. What was wrong with him? He was thinking about ~Relena~ like that? He contained a shudder. He frowned and glared at the arrow in his hand. This was puzzling. Was there some sort of drug on it? He couldn't afford to start daydreaming about Relena with her beautiful eyes and golden-brown hair... He found himself unable to surpress a gag. {1}
"Hn," he reiterated, shaking his head again. Definitely some sort of hallucinogen on the tip. He set it back in the quiver. He should go lie down for a while to get it out of his system... or better yet, he should take a cold shower. Hopefully afterwards he wouldn't feel so dirty...
A sudden thud from the floor below him made him drop the quiver. In a flash he was halfway down the stairs, gun drawn and ready as he listened to the stream of blistering curses.
"Shut up, Thalia, d'you wanna get us caught?"
"Sorry, but ~some~ of us don't have wings to gracefully soar in through windows. We have to climb in like lowly ~mortals~," the girl's voice replied with scathing sarcasm. "Besides, this house is so big no one will hear us. Let's just get the bow and arrows and leave. Aphrodite can cram her 'entertainment' up her pretty little a- "
"Freeze," Heero said tonelessly, having followed the voices to the room that was their source. Since the open door obscured his view, he could only see the girl, at whom he pointed the gun. She whirled to face him, looking chagrinned. He was surprised to see the purple toga, but kept his face carefully neutral.
"'No one will hear us,'" the male he couldn't see mocked in a falsetto. "And it's the one with spandex, too. This misson just keeps getting better and better."
"Shut up, Erry. You're not helping," the girl hissed, then spoke to Heero. "Don't shoot us, please? We don't mean you any harm. We just want the bow and quiver."
"Who are you and who sent you?" he demanded as he cocked the gun. "OZ?"
"OZ? What the Tartarus is OZ? ~We're~ from - "
"Don't tell him, Thalia. Mom's gonna be pissed off as it is."
"Easy for you to say! You aren't the one who's got a gun at your head."
Heero's eyes flickered to the direction of 'Erry's' voice, then back to 'Thalia.'
"Come out where I can see you," he ordered.
"I'd rather not."
"I'll shoot the girl."
"Go ahead."
"Erry!" Thalia squawked.
"It won't do any good, you're immort- "
"Erry - " she said, warningly this time.
"What? Our cover's already blown."
"Hey! Why did you just stop me from explaining if our cover's blown?!"
"Shut up," Heero said.
"Hn. They probably won't beleive us anyway. And we would'nt be in this mess if ~you~ hadn't fallen in the window."
"Look who's takling Mr. I'm-so-special-'cause-I've-got-wi- "
"SHUT UP," Heero repeated.
"Look, all we want is the bow and quiver. They're mine, and they're pretty dangerous to just leave lying around," 'Erry' said, sounding irritated.
"You are not in the position to be making demands," Heero said and gestured with his gun. "Out in the hallway, both of you. Now."
The girl rolled her eyes and sighed. She complied with some grumbling, of which Heero caught confusing bits involving someone called Aphrodite and a plague of whoopee cushions. Heero waited for the man to come out, but just as there was a hint of movement from behind the door, there was a rumbling. The ground was shaking, and the house groaned uneasily around them. The hall was filled with the smell of sulfer. Thalia was suddenly extrememly pale.
"Eros! Is this what I think it is?" she shouted.
"No, it ~can't~ be! Zeus told him not to come up in the human world anymore! Not since Persephone!"{2} came the reply. The shaking increased significantly. "Then again..."
"Come on, we've got to go! If it ~is~ him, someone's got to protect the mortals!"
Heero tried to keep his balance, but the violent shaking threw him to the ground . Thalia cried out as a great ~CRACK~ signaled the cave in of the floor.
But before this...
Quatre was surprised to see that the table had been cleared already. Having an idea who would've done this, he went into the kitchen. Sure enough, Trowa had his arms buried in soap suds as he washed the glasses and empty lemonade pitcher. Quatre smiled and came up to him unnoticed.
"Thanks," he said simply. Trowa glanced at him and he smiled wider. The banged boy was cute when he was startled. Quatre doubted anyone else could really tell on Trowa's expressionless face, but with all the studying the blonde did of him, he could. Trowa blinked at him, the tiniest hint of warmth in his eyes.
"I wanted to help."
"Well, now it's my turn to help. I'll dry," Quatre said, taking out a dish towel.
They worked in companionable silence and had just finished when Wufei came into the kitchen. A limp form in black swim trunks was in the Chinese boy's arms. Quatre frowned worriedly and walked over quickly, followed by Trowa.
"Wufei, what happened?" Quatre asked.
"I don't know," Wufei replied snappishly. "One second he was fine, the next he was out cold."
Quatre examined him closely. He was obviously trying to look like his normal uncaring self, but there was worry in his ebony eyes. Quatre frowned in sympathy.
"Hmm. Well, maybe we should put him in his room and call Sally Po to come and look at him-"
He was cut off as the ground began to shake.
"What the hell?" Wufei yelled, dodging pots and pans that were falling from their hooks on the wall. "Quatre, I didn't know your place was near a fault line!"
"It's not!" Quatre shouted back. "We've got to get out of here!"
Wufei needed no urging and ran back down the hall to the patio. Trowa and Quatre followed closely as the house began to shudder under the stress. They were almost to the door when the roof caved in. Quatre turned to see Trowa fall under a pile of debris.
"TROWA!" he cried, and rushed back. He tore widly into the heap, not feeling the cuts he was getting from broken glass and twisted metal, intent on finding the banged boy. He finally unearthed an unconscious Heavyarms pilot, heaved him up, and staggered out of the door as more of the house collapsed. He didn't stop running until he made it to the far side of the pool, where Wufei was was kneeling beside Duo. Wufei shook his shoulders, trying to wake him up even though it was a useless gesture. Quatre placed Trowa down carefully.
The ground cracked, a wide chasm forming between them and the house. The pool split and the gallons of water gushed noisily into the slash in the earth as sulfuric gases rushed just as noisily out of it. Quatre gasped for breath and Wufei began coughing earnestly. Then a voice like the baying of a pack of hounds rose from the pit.
"AH, MY DEAR SHINIGAMI! YOU HAVE FINALLY COME TO JOIN ME!"
Heero didn't know exactly how it happened, but somehow or another he was being born away from a collapsing house on the back of an angel. {3} White wings pumped on either side of him, and he clung to the bare muscular shoulders as he looked down at the grounds. A gaping jagged crevice had formed between the mansion and the pool. The winged being known as 'Erry' flew directly above it through the vent of noxious gases. Heero coughed but looked down through watering eyes into the abyss. He saw what appeared to be a river of glowing green - stuff, which swirled unpleasantly, making him nauseous.
"AH, MY DEAR SHINIGAMI! YOU HAVE FINALLY COME TO JOIN ME!"
"Hurry Eros! He's coming up!" screamed the girl, who was being carried in the angel's arms.
"I'm trying!"
He landed in front of the other four pilots, unfurling his wings to their full extent. He turn his head back to Heero.
"You should stand back," he shouted as Wing's pilot dropped down. "Let us take care of this."
Heero just nodded silently, feeling extraodinarily out of his depth. He stepped back a few paces, pulling his tank top over his nose and mouth to filter the air. Quatre stood and staggered over to Eros and Thalia.
"What's going on?" he demanded of them, choking from the fumes.
"It's - " began Thalia, but was cut off by a sudden flare of green fire.
A tall swarthy man stood at the edge of the cavernous maw into the Underworld, wrapped in a black cape that seemed to be more a shadow than cloth. He smiled eerily at them. The man snapped his fingers, and the three conscious pilots all froze. Eros and Thalia glared at him.
"This is quite a pleasure," Hades said, his voice no longer magnified but still holding a wild frightening undertone. "I knew at least one other God was here, but I hardly expected a muse as well."
"We weren't expecting you, though," Thalia replied easily. "I'll give you one thing, you sure know how to make an entrance."
"Cut the pleasantries. What are you doing here? You know Zeus's command," Eros said coldly.
"Ah, but this has special circumstances, my dear grand-nephew. You see, I am merely collecting that which is mine," Hades said smoothly.
"Just like you did with Persephone?"
Hades laughed, a sound as bleak as the winter wind howling through a forest.
"No. This time Zeus and Demeter can do nothing. Shinigami is my grandson," the God of the Underworld. {4}
If the gundam pilots had been able to react, this declaration might've seemed more dramatic. As it was, Heero's eyes widened, Quatre's already-wide-eyes became the size of dinnerplates, and Wufei throat strained to curse. Thalia merely snapped her fingers... or tried to anyway.
"Of course! I ~knew~ there was something different about him when I chose him for this!" she exclaimed.
"My dear, how very perceptive of you," Hades said. "And while I'm quite enjoying our little chat, I really must take what I came for and get going."
The god snapped his fingers. Duo's body stood, but his head lolled to one side, making it quite clear that he was still unconscious. His legs moved in a jerky parody of walking, making his way to the god. When he was close enough, Hades wrapped the braided teen in that strange shadow that was his cloak. With a last eerie howl of laughter, he snapped his fingers and disappeared. But instead of a mere flare of flames, there was an explosion followed by a wave of green light that threw everyone back twenty yards. Even the Olympians were knocked unconsious, and the ground began shaking again as the rift began to close.
{1}- ::shudders:: Sorry! I ~know~ Heero wouldn't think like this even if he was on crack. Put it down to the power of Erry's Arrows of Luuuv.
{2}- Insert the legend of Persephone here. One thing I made up. In my fanfic here, Zeus has apparantly forbidden Hades to come to earth again. That does not happen in the actual myth.
{3}- Well, that's what Eros looks like! And Heero's a soldier, how would he know about the obscure references to ancient Greek mythology?
{4}- Ooooh, the plot thickens! Can we say 'soap opera'?
Duo: Hey! What about me an' Wu-chan over here? I though for sure that this fic was headed for a Wufei-uke lemon scene what with the sunburn lotion and all...
Wufei: WHAT??? INJUSTICE!!!
Duo: ::big kawaii grin:: Awwwww, you're so ~cute~ when you're angry. ::nudges Wufei with an elbow:: You know you like it.
Wufei ::furious blushing:: I don't know what you're talking about, Maxwell!!
Duo ::big kawaii leer:: Suuuure you don't, Fei-babe.
O_o ... Ah well, this fic is going on for another couple parts, it looks like. ::ignores groans from G-boys, muses, and readers:: ::points at nasty cliff-hanger ending:: I hate cliff-hangers. Now look what I've gone and done! And I ~do~ plan on explaining everything. Just let me get around to it... In the meantime REEEEEVIIIEEEWWW!!!! DAMMIT!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Thalia ::rolls eyes:: Eros, you know the drill.
Eros ::nods, then nocks a heart-tipped arrow and aims bow at readers:: Review please, or I'll make you get an obsession for the nearest spandex-wearing terrorist who wants to kill you.