Trevor Yuy....PART 3
By Axisor
Oh I'm for once in my life happy that it is so incredibly hot here! We've been having a shortened schedule at school all this week and now we get this Friday off. I also want to thank EVERYONE who has reviewed! You've brought point into light that I hadn't considered before. This will end up being a better story because of you... and I'm so happy I haven't been flamed at all! (of course now that I say that....)
Read and review (it's your responsibility! If you REALLY want the next part you need to REVIEW this stuff. I'm willing to only show the last part to my friends only if I don't get a good number of reviews... as to what a good number is-- we'll have to see) and be happy! I like feed back and I don't mean to be mean but if that's what it takes to get feedback than I will be mean ::friends laugh at the thought of her being mean:: well--HMPH! READ ON!
OH--yeah.... that sad part again huh? I'm willing to buy a part of Gundam Wing... Trowa maybe? But... unfortunately I own nothing of it! ::hangs head, takes a deep breath, then:: enjoy! :þ
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"Oh! Oh good! What did you remember?" Duo asked excitedly.
"I remember pulling... a gun on... Relena? Then you- YOU SHOT ME!" Trevor exclaimed, shock and horror on his face.
"Hey, I didn't know who you were yet and I didn't want to see the pretty lady be shot." Duo said, trying to explain. His explanation, though, fell on deaf ears. Trevor was too engrossed in trying to recall the memory that he payed no attention to Duo as he told him of it.
"Then there was something about.... torpedoes?" He started to scratch his head in confusion. "What the heck was I doing with-- I was shooting them at my Gundam! But--but-- that Gundam's not this... one... is it?" He sounded rather uncertain as his grasp on this memory began to slip then disappear entirely.
After a moment, Duo gave a squeeze to Trevor's shoulder and said, "That's okay... it'll all come back to you. Let's call this a day, shall we?" After they were back on the ground, Duo looked at his watch and said, "If this thing's working, dinner will be soon." Just then, his stomach growled. "Guess I don't have to kill Wufei. It must be working." As they walked out, Duo caught sight of his reflection off of one of the Gundam's legs and said, "Scratch that. I might sill have to shoot him, at least, but I think I'll shower first."
That night, the notebook was given to Trevor, who locked himself away with it in his room, apologizing to everyone who tried to talk to him. He needed to study, memorize, and analyze this "wonderful information" and was sorry he couldn't talk to them. That's what he told everyone of them in a monotone voice and away the person would walk without a single thought about that.
Well, that is until Trowa, hearing, literally, the same thing for the past three times tried the doorknob and found, to his shock, that it was unlocked. He opened the door slowly, half-expecting to see his friend Heero standing there with his gun leveled at Trowa and saying in that monotone voice of his, "Trowa, I'm studying, memorizing, and analyzing the data you collected, as you asked. Now leave me alone so I can finish." The other half expected him to be sitting at the desk, turned in his chair, and shooting the Death Glare at him. What he found was neither, though, but a third possibility which had only tickled the back of the back of Trowa's mind and was really only acknowledged for the split second before his hand reached to turn the doorknob.
There, sitting at the desk, hunched over the notebook, was Trevor. He was so hunched over, in fact, that his head was lying on top of the notebook, his eyes were closed and his left hand was placed in such a manor that it caught the drool as it started to come out of the corner of his mouth.
Trowa approached Trevor and shook him to wake him up. The only response he received, though, was about how he was studying, memorizing, and analyzing. Trowa picked up the boy and carried him to the bed and laid him down there. Trowa then removed the shows from his feet and put a cover over him.
Upon examination, Trowa discovered that, while he was awake, Trevor had made good time with the notebook. He was already four-fifths done with it. *I just wonder how much he'll remember in the morning, though.*
Trowa went to check on the boy early the next morning and found him awake, wide-eyed, and sitting on the bed in the usual Heero ensemble with only one change... his hair was combed (yes that's right. It says combed! Try to use your imagination as best as possible). He was "studying, memorizing, and analyzing" the last page of the notebook. When he realized that Trowa was in the room, Trevor's eyes brightened and he gave Trowa a real smile which reached almost from ear to ear. "I finished it. Go ahead! Ask me anything."
Trowa just stared. He blinked. He shook his head slightly. "After breakfast." This was all too much for poor Trowa that early in the morning... and before he even had his coffee. Slowly he turned and ushered Trevor to precede him out, then he followed Trowa since he didn't really know the way to the breakfast room.
Trowa entered and helped himself to a cup of coffee from the pot which Quatre brought out. Wufei tried it as Trowa was serving himself breakfast. Wufei sipped it, made an ATROCIOUS face, and spit it back into his mug. "Quatre! What the he--heck did you do to this coffee?" Wufei all but screamed into the kitchen.
"It's a new blend," came a cheerful voice. Quatre walked to the doorway and said, "It's suppose to be good and I thought that you wouldn't mind." As he turned back towards the kitchen, Wufei grabbed the coffee pot and made as if to throw it at the retreating back.
He probably would have thrown it, too, if Trowa hadn't grabbed Wufei's arm to stop him. Trowa called into the kitchen, "Quatre, I don't believe this is a very good day to try something new on our Wufei here."
"Well I wouldn't have if someone had told me we were down to coffee DUST yesterday." Quatre's voice then lost its usual cheer and it actually sounded as if he was DARING Wufei to challenge him. "This was a sample thing sent in the mail. Make the most of it or go get some at the store."
Wufei, though, wasn't really awake enough to rise to (or possibly even notice) the challenge. He was also definitely not awake enough to drive to the end of the street (which, granted, was a small secluded little back street into a sparse residential area and rather long and twisted and probably would have been the majority part of the drive but COME ONE! You would think he would have been awake enough to do that after the adrenaline rush from his reaction to the AWFUL coffee.) so he tried to make do with what was at hand. He poured large quantities of cream and sugar (hoping that at least some of the taste would go away) into his mug, but to no avail. He eventually gave up and stole a bowl of Duo's highly sugared cereal and proceeded to add more sugar to it so that "it has a decent chance of waking me up," as he said.
Trowa just dealt with it. He had had worse stuff when he worked for the circus, but after he had had about 3 and a half cups of Quatre's brew, he realized that he wasn't waking up from the stuff. He went into the kitchen, since Quatre had come out of it at about the end of cup two and started eating his own breakfast. "DECAFFE!?!" Trowa came out and just about slammed the offending box into the table. "You gave us decaffe!"
"I-- I'll go get some. I'll get some real stuff. I'll go! I'll go!" An energetic eager voice was heard to day. Wufei was just about bouncing off the walls. He really wasn't used to any sort of sugar rush, let alone the one he got from two bowls of the cereal, both prepared the same way, so he was wide awake and rearing to do something--anything. "Anything else? Anything else? Do we need anything else while I'm out? Huh-huh-huh?"
*It's WAY too early for this,* Trowa though as he was trying to rub a headache from his forehead that had been brought on either from caffeine deprivation or from everything that was on. *Probably both,* he thought as he saw Wufei dart out toward the normal garage then back down the hall towards his room. A moment later, with keys clanking, Wufei sprinted toward the garage then back to his room. He rushed past with his wallet in hand as he went, once again, to the garage. About two moments later Wufei almost went skidding past the door to the breakfast room but swerved in just before he past it completely. Then Wufei threw himself into the floor so he wouldn't plow Duo into the wall.
Duo, for his part, was awake enough to register that he was going to be plowed into and jumped back to press himself against the wall be hind him... of course that was after Wufei had thrown himself to the ground and come to a complete stop. But hey, Duo's eyes were barely a fourth of the way open and just about everything about him screamed "I need more sleep!"
"I have no gas!" Wufei yelled. "There is no gas in my car!" He stood up and started jumping in place and shaking his hands as a result of all the energy he suddenly had.
*Definitely both.* Trowa thought as he chucked his keys at Wufei. "Take my bike and wear the helmet. DO NOT CRASH IT!" Then, with a sigh, Trowa watched Wufei as he blasted out of the room. A moment later the group heard the remnants of a thank you echo down through the hall. Trowa went back to rubbing his forehead and temples, thinking, *This is definitely going to be a LONG day.*
Relena, who until then had been practically unnoticed, ran into the hall and yelled, sounding very much like a concerned mother, "Don't get pulled over! You don't have a motorcycle license!"
"I won't!" echoed back down the hall. (Could this be an unknown sign of the apocalypse? Wufei not even mentioning something about her being a weak woman and her worry being irrelevant? I think we should be slightly worried... or blame it on the sugar rush!) A few seconds later the group heard the garage door open and then saw the red motorcycle go clipping down the driveway at WAY too fast a speed. Trowa took a deep breath, counted to five, then let it out and redirected his attention to what was going on in the room
Duo had seated himself at the table and just managed to locate his box of Glucose-High! (his cereal) and started to pour himself... a... bowl.... "NO!" Duo yelled as the box emptied, leaving him with only half a bowl of cereal. "I swear I'm going to kill him."
"If he brakes my bike, I get first crack at him." Trowa said calmly and seriously. "Besides, I don't believe that he enjoys being THAT hyper." Duo grumbled a little then reached to take some servings of the stuff on the table.
Trevor was sitting quietly near the corner of the room eating his breakfast and studying the notebook some more. He was acting more like the 15 year old Heero than six year old Trevor. A six year old would have been enjoying this morning's antics thoroughly and payed no attention to either food or study. In fact, none of the way this 'six year old' acted really seems like the way a real six year old WOULD act! Well, at least as far as the important stuff--like studying that notebook and trying to understand everything about his Gundam--was concerned anyway. NO real six year old would have been able to pull that off. Most 15 year olds probably wouldn't have been able to do what Trevor had claimed to have done. *Time to put those claims to the test,* Trowa thought as he grabbed a can of soda and, opened it, and took a drink. *And maybe my headache will go away with this soda,* he thought and shot an annoyed glare at Quatre.
The rest of the morning was spent in the breakfast room. The four boys took turns quizzing Trevor. Trowa spent the whole time in there drinking coffee. Each time he poured himself a new mug of it he thought *I'm going to be up all night at this rate,* but that didn't stop him. His system went into a kind of shock from not having his coffee and now it was demanding more than ever before. At least he didn't have to worry about running out of coffee in the near future. Wufei returned with six cans of coffee. Wufei was still so hyper from his breakfast that he only asked two questions before he was thrown out and went to run to try and burn off the extra energy. Duo left the house around eleven (he was almost fully awake at that point... almost) to go see Hilde and to get some more of his cereal. He did manage to wake up enough to ask Trevor about 45 minutes of questions before he left. Quatre, in a weird twist of fate, turned out to be pitiful with asking questions and kept getting his answers crossed. Ironically, that left the not so social pilot, Trowa, to ask the majority of the questions.
Around noon, the phone rang. Quatre was always getting business calls so Trowa and Trevor didn't really think much of it until Relena came in and left her normal composure at the door. "Oh God! Oh Lord! It's tomorrow!" Then she started to REALLY stress out. "It's tomorrow and we're not ready! We're not GOING to be ready. Are we? PLEASE tell me we are!"
Trowa took a deep breath and said, "I have no idea what you are talking about." The bewildered look on Trevor's face reflected the exact same thing.
If Relena wasn't so upset she probably would have laughed and imprinted that sight into her memory for the rest of her life. Instead, though, she just said, "it's tomorrow. The DUEL! The duel is tomorrow!"
The two pilots continued to stare. They had heard Relena. They had understood Relena. They just didn't comprehend Relena... well what Relena had relayed, that is. Finally, when these words sank in Trowa asked, "When? Where?"
"According to my brother, Trieze is to meet Heero in the mobile suits in that old abandoned city just north of here at about four in the afternoon tomorrow."
"Guess we need to get you used to working that Gundam." Trowa said as he stood up. Then he drained his current mug of coffee. His headache had just come back with vengeance.
A short while later, Trowa's Gundam stood in one corner of a large forest clearing and Trevor was in the other corner with Wing Zero. Trevor was given a few minutes to develop a feel for his Gundam and it's controls. Then Trowa blipped up on Trevor's screen, said "We start," blipped off, and opened fire. (Don't worry. Trowa isn't using any amo that will do any major damage to Wing Zero, just knock him around and give Trevor a taste of what real action feels like.) After a little while, Trevor managed to get used t being knocked around and even shield or deflect what Trowa sent and send some of his own stuff back at him.
There had been a set of ground rules for this training session. One was that there was to be no communication between the Gundams and two was that they were to always treat each other as enemies once it started till it ended. Because of this first rule, though, when Trevor deflected a missile then suddenly somehow managed to get the huge machine to do a back-flip with a half twist to land with the back of the Gundam towards Trowa and the feet of it crushing the missile into the ground Trowa couldn't contact Trevor to find out why. He could only watch as Wing Zero dropped to it's knees, crouched over the ground in front of it and started doing something with its hands. *In a real battle the enemy won't stop shooting to let him do whatever it is he's doing,* Trowa thought, remembering rule two. *Neither will I.* Trowa began to open fire as the other Gundam stayed in its position.
Wing Zero rocked backwards to its "toes" and pivoting he charged Trowa head on at full speed. In a motion almost to quick to follow, the beam saber was drawn and held at Trowa's "throat." "You win this round." Trowa said coming across the screen. He received no verbal response. The left hand of the Gundam, which had been lightly fisted, came up to the "door" of the Gundam and opened slightly. Then the door opened and Trevor came out and jumped over to the left fist. He began to dig around in it and then pulled out something black and white and cradled it in his arms. *What in the world is that?*
Trowa got out of his Gundam and jumped over to Wing Zero. When he landed he heard Trevor making shushing sounds and soothing noises to the thing in his arm. "So what do you have there?" Trowa asked quietly, trying not to startle the boy who obviously didn't know that Trowa was there.
"It's a kitten, I think, or at least a cat. It's also scared." Then Trevor held the little critter so that Trowa could see it. It was basically all black except that it had a white nose, the tip of the tail, front paws and a spot on the belly. This little kitten, for there was no doubt in Trowa's mind that's what it was, clinging to Trevor as if he was the only thing in the world that could keep him safe.
"I don't doubt it... especially with what just happened to it." Trowa reached out a hand and let the little thing smell it. He was awarded with a demand to be petted. "Although he doesn't seem to bad right now."
"Don't be mad at me. I had to save him. I couldn't let him be killed just so I can learn to use this thing." Trevor said, nodding his head toward Wing Zero. "I don't think it's worth an innocent life to fight... especially if it's the life of something like this little guy who has no idea to get out of the way."
Trowa could hardly believe his ears. *I wonder what happened to change him. I don't think he would have cared about the wildlife before in a battle.... Maybe someone explained to him otherwise later on in his life.* "Well, you won that battle. Put this guy out in the forest and let us have another go at it."
Suddenly Trevor looked at Trowa with large eyes and asked, sounding just like a six year old, "Um... Trowa, sir, can I keep him... PLEASE? I've... never had a cat before. I've never.... had a chance to ever have a pet before....ever.... could I please keep him? Please...... I promise to take real good care of him and I'm sure he won't be any trouble. No trouble at all.... please?"
That put Trowa in a spot. This wasn't his place to say anything. It would have to be a call they all would have to make, and this wasn't the place--or the time-- to make that call anyway. "Well, I--"
"For a little while at least? Please? Till we can find him a home, at least? PLEASE--" at this point Trevor pulled out all the stop. He gave the whole "I'll love you forever" posture, the huge puppy dog eyes with dams of hope around the edges that threatened to vanish at the first sign of a negative allowing floods of tears to escape, and of course, the quivering lip.
*Wow! He's trying to make himself look lowly and insignificant... my how his convincing tactics have changed.* Trowa glanced down at the cat and saw he had snuggled himself closer to the Yuy boy and fallen asleep. *Tired from his ordeal. I guess we could take him in... for one night.* "It's not my call, but I think we can at least have it taken back to the house until we all can decide what to do with it." Then Trowa got in Wing Zero and called the house. "Hey Duo, can you come out here?.... Yeah, that's where we are--Oh bring blankets with you and a box..... No-- nothing like that. Trevor's found a kitten that he wants to keep. I figure.... Exactly. Okay-- See you soon."
A little while later, Duo showed up and took the cat. He was having fun playing with it as it woke up and smelled his hand and batted Duo's braid. Duo took the cat back to the house and returned later in his Deathscythe to take over Trowa's spot in training. The two fought a while and then went home.
Upon returning home Trevor and Duo found Relena and Quatre playing with the kitten on the floor. Wufei had finally run out of energy and crashed on the couch giving the 'furball' as he called it the worst look in the world. Trowa was wide awake and playing his flute in the corner. As soon as Trevor walked in the room and sat down, the kitten forgot all about the game he was playing with Relena and Quatre and ran over to jump in his lap. Trevor stroked the cat and studied his notebook some more as it purred in his lap. All that was left, really, was to wait until tomorrow. Then it would all be over. *Tomorrow, Mr. Kushrenada, we see if I'm as good as this interesting Heero character is. Tomorrow we see if this is all worth it.*
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Okay-- here's the deal... I probably would have had this thing done if I hadn't put in that large part about the breakfast but I just thought it was hilarious! I couldn't help myself. I couldn't think of any other story line to put it in so I put it in here! Hope you enjoyed it as much as my friends at school did.
Oh-- suspense stuff! Almost forgot.... the questions to think about: "Will Trevor be ready in time? Will he win? Lose? Ever regain his memory? Has Wufei really learned his lesson and never touch Duo's cereal again? Will they keep the kitten for good? What will his name be? Will this Cock-a-Mamie author ever stop writing these questions?" We'll all find out in the next and it WILL be the last part-- if I have anything to say about it (which, in fact I do... but so do you and you COULD make it go longer)-- of TREVOR YUY!
The next part will be out soon so don't worry. Please be a responsible reader and review! I would take it as encouragement to get the next (and most likely last) part out sooner! :þ
OH-- Question: Do you guys like the little irrelevant yet funny comments I put in here? Ex's: the crack about the sign of the apocalypse and the one about the street. They're suppose to be funny, but if enough of you out there hate them I'll stop putting them in... for now at least. Let me know. Thanks-- Axisor
By Axisor
Oh I'm for once in my life happy that it is so incredibly hot here! We've been having a shortened schedule at school all this week and now we get this Friday off. I also want to thank EVERYONE who has reviewed! You've brought point into light that I hadn't considered before. This will end up being a better story because of you... and I'm so happy I haven't been flamed at all! (of course now that I say that....)
Read and review (it's your responsibility! If you REALLY want the next part you need to REVIEW this stuff. I'm willing to only show the last part to my friends only if I don't get a good number of reviews... as to what a good number is-- we'll have to see) and be happy! I like feed back and I don't mean to be mean but if that's what it takes to get feedback than I will be mean ::friends laugh at the thought of her being mean:: well--HMPH! READ ON!
OH--yeah.... that sad part again huh? I'm willing to buy a part of Gundam Wing... Trowa maybe? But... unfortunately I own nothing of it! ::hangs head, takes a deep breath, then:: enjoy! :þ
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"Oh! Oh good! What did you remember?" Duo asked excitedly.
"I remember pulling... a gun on... Relena? Then you- YOU SHOT ME!" Trevor exclaimed, shock and horror on his face.
"Hey, I didn't know who you were yet and I didn't want to see the pretty lady be shot." Duo said, trying to explain. His explanation, though, fell on deaf ears. Trevor was too engrossed in trying to recall the memory that he payed no attention to Duo as he told him of it.
"Then there was something about.... torpedoes?" He started to scratch his head in confusion. "What the heck was I doing with-- I was shooting them at my Gundam! But--but-- that Gundam's not this... one... is it?" He sounded rather uncertain as his grasp on this memory began to slip then disappear entirely.
After a moment, Duo gave a squeeze to Trevor's shoulder and said, "That's okay... it'll all come back to you. Let's call this a day, shall we?" After they were back on the ground, Duo looked at his watch and said, "If this thing's working, dinner will be soon." Just then, his stomach growled. "Guess I don't have to kill Wufei. It must be working." As they walked out, Duo caught sight of his reflection off of one of the Gundam's legs and said, "Scratch that. I might sill have to shoot him, at least, but I think I'll shower first."
That night, the notebook was given to Trevor, who locked himself away with it in his room, apologizing to everyone who tried to talk to him. He needed to study, memorize, and analyze this "wonderful information" and was sorry he couldn't talk to them. That's what he told everyone of them in a monotone voice and away the person would walk without a single thought about that.
Well, that is until Trowa, hearing, literally, the same thing for the past three times tried the doorknob and found, to his shock, that it was unlocked. He opened the door slowly, half-expecting to see his friend Heero standing there with his gun leveled at Trowa and saying in that monotone voice of his, "Trowa, I'm studying, memorizing, and analyzing the data you collected, as you asked. Now leave me alone so I can finish." The other half expected him to be sitting at the desk, turned in his chair, and shooting the Death Glare at him. What he found was neither, though, but a third possibility which had only tickled the back of the back of Trowa's mind and was really only acknowledged for the split second before his hand reached to turn the doorknob.
There, sitting at the desk, hunched over the notebook, was Trevor. He was so hunched over, in fact, that his head was lying on top of the notebook, his eyes were closed and his left hand was placed in such a manor that it caught the drool as it started to come out of the corner of his mouth.
Trowa approached Trevor and shook him to wake him up. The only response he received, though, was about how he was studying, memorizing, and analyzing. Trowa picked up the boy and carried him to the bed and laid him down there. Trowa then removed the shows from his feet and put a cover over him.
Upon examination, Trowa discovered that, while he was awake, Trevor had made good time with the notebook. He was already four-fifths done with it. *I just wonder how much he'll remember in the morning, though.*
Trowa went to check on the boy early the next morning and found him awake, wide-eyed, and sitting on the bed in the usual Heero ensemble with only one change... his hair was combed (yes that's right. It says combed! Try to use your imagination as best as possible). He was "studying, memorizing, and analyzing" the last page of the notebook. When he realized that Trowa was in the room, Trevor's eyes brightened and he gave Trowa a real smile which reached almost from ear to ear. "I finished it. Go ahead! Ask me anything."
Trowa just stared. He blinked. He shook his head slightly. "After breakfast." This was all too much for poor Trowa that early in the morning... and before he even had his coffee. Slowly he turned and ushered Trevor to precede him out, then he followed Trowa since he didn't really know the way to the breakfast room.
Trowa entered and helped himself to a cup of coffee from the pot which Quatre brought out. Wufei tried it as Trowa was serving himself breakfast. Wufei sipped it, made an ATROCIOUS face, and spit it back into his mug. "Quatre! What the he--heck did you do to this coffee?" Wufei all but screamed into the kitchen.
"It's a new blend," came a cheerful voice. Quatre walked to the doorway and said, "It's suppose to be good and I thought that you wouldn't mind." As he turned back towards the kitchen, Wufei grabbed the coffee pot and made as if to throw it at the retreating back.
He probably would have thrown it, too, if Trowa hadn't grabbed Wufei's arm to stop him. Trowa called into the kitchen, "Quatre, I don't believe this is a very good day to try something new on our Wufei here."
"Well I wouldn't have if someone had told me we were down to coffee DUST yesterday." Quatre's voice then lost its usual cheer and it actually sounded as if he was DARING Wufei to challenge him. "This was a sample thing sent in the mail. Make the most of it or go get some at the store."
Wufei, though, wasn't really awake enough to rise to (or possibly even notice) the challenge. He was also definitely not awake enough to drive to the end of the street (which, granted, was a small secluded little back street into a sparse residential area and rather long and twisted and probably would have been the majority part of the drive but COME ONE! You would think he would have been awake enough to do that after the adrenaline rush from his reaction to the AWFUL coffee.) so he tried to make do with what was at hand. He poured large quantities of cream and sugar (hoping that at least some of the taste would go away) into his mug, but to no avail. He eventually gave up and stole a bowl of Duo's highly sugared cereal and proceeded to add more sugar to it so that "it has a decent chance of waking me up," as he said.
Trowa just dealt with it. He had had worse stuff when he worked for the circus, but after he had had about 3 and a half cups of Quatre's brew, he realized that he wasn't waking up from the stuff. He went into the kitchen, since Quatre had come out of it at about the end of cup two and started eating his own breakfast. "DECAFFE!?!" Trowa came out and just about slammed the offending box into the table. "You gave us decaffe!"
"I-- I'll go get some. I'll get some real stuff. I'll go! I'll go!" An energetic eager voice was heard to day. Wufei was just about bouncing off the walls. He really wasn't used to any sort of sugar rush, let alone the one he got from two bowls of the cereal, both prepared the same way, so he was wide awake and rearing to do something--anything. "Anything else? Anything else? Do we need anything else while I'm out? Huh-huh-huh?"
*It's WAY too early for this,* Trowa though as he was trying to rub a headache from his forehead that had been brought on either from caffeine deprivation or from everything that was on. *Probably both,* he thought as he saw Wufei dart out toward the normal garage then back down the hall towards his room. A moment later, with keys clanking, Wufei sprinted toward the garage then back to his room. He rushed past with his wallet in hand as he went, once again, to the garage. About two moments later Wufei almost went skidding past the door to the breakfast room but swerved in just before he past it completely. Then Wufei threw himself into the floor so he wouldn't plow Duo into the wall.
Duo, for his part, was awake enough to register that he was going to be plowed into and jumped back to press himself against the wall be hind him... of course that was after Wufei had thrown himself to the ground and come to a complete stop. But hey, Duo's eyes were barely a fourth of the way open and just about everything about him screamed "I need more sleep!"
"I have no gas!" Wufei yelled. "There is no gas in my car!" He stood up and started jumping in place and shaking his hands as a result of all the energy he suddenly had.
*Definitely both.* Trowa thought as he chucked his keys at Wufei. "Take my bike and wear the helmet. DO NOT CRASH IT!" Then, with a sigh, Trowa watched Wufei as he blasted out of the room. A moment later the group heard the remnants of a thank you echo down through the hall. Trowa went back to rubbing his forehead and temples, thinking, *This is definitely going to be a LONG day.*
Relena, who until then had been practically unnoticed, ran into the hall and yelled, sounding very much like a concerned mother, "Don't get pulled over! You don't have a motorcycle license!"
"I won't!" echoed back down the hall. (Could this be an unknown sign of the apocalypse? Wufei not even mentioning something about her being a weak woman and her worry being irrelevant? I think we should be slightly worried... or blame it on the sugar rush!) A few seconds later the group heard the garage door open and then saw the red motorcycle go clipping down the driveway at WAY too fast a speed. Trowa took a deep breath, counted to five, then let it out and redirected his attention to what was going on in the room
Duo had seated himself at the table and just managed to locate his box of Glucose-High! (his cereal) and started to pour himself... a... bowl.... "NO!" Duo yelled as the box emptied, leaving him with only half a bowl of cereal. "I swear I'm going to kill him."
"If he brakes my bike, I get first crack at him." Trowa said calmly and seriously. "Besides, I don't believe that he enjoys being THAT hyper." Duo grumbled a little then reached to take some servings of the stuff on the table.
Trevor was sitting quietly near the corner of the room eating his breakfast and studying the notebook some more. He was acting more like the 15 year old Heero than six year old Trevor. A six year old would have been enjoying this morning's antics thoroughly and payed no attention to either food or study. In fact, none of the way this 'six year old' acted really seems like the way a real six year old WOULD act! Well, at least as far as the important stuff--like studying that notebook and trying to understand everything about his Gundam--was concerned anyway. NO real six year old would have been able to pull that off. Most 15 year olds probably wouldn't have been able to do what Trevor had claimed to have done. *Time to put those claims to the test,* Trowa thought as he grabbed a can of soda and, opened it, and took a drink. *And maybe my headache will go away with this soda,* he thought and shot an annoyed glare at Quatre.
The rest of the morning was spent in the breakfast room. The four boys took turns quizzing Trevor. Trowa spent the whole time in there drinking coffee. Each time he poured himself a new mug of it he thought *I'm going to be up all night at this rate,* but that didn't stop him. His system went into a kind of shock from not having his coffee and now it was demanding more than ever before. At least he didn't have to worry about running out of coffee in the near future. Wufei returned with six cans of coffee. Wufei was still so hyper from his breakfast that he only asked two questions before he was thrown out and went to run to try and burn off the extra energy. Duo left the house around eleven (he was almost fully awake at that point... almost) to go see Hilde and to get some more of his cereal. He did manage to wake up enough to ask Trevor about 45 minutes of questions before he left. Quatre, in a weird twist of fate, turned out to be pitiful with asking questions and kept getting his answers crossed. Ironically, that left the not so social pilot, Trowa, to ask the majority of the questions.
Around noon, the phone rang. Quatre was always getting business calls so Trowa and Trevor didn't really think much of it until Relena came in and left her normal composure at the door. "Oh God! Oh Lord! It's tomorrow!" Then she started to REALLY stress out. "It's tomorrow and we're not ready! We're not GOING to be ready. Are we? PLEASE tell me we are!"
Trowa took a deep breath and said, "I have no idea what you are talking about." The bewildered look on Trevor's face reflected the exact same thing.
If Relena wasn't so upset she probably would have laughed and imprinted that sight into her memory for the rest of her life. Instead, though, she just said, "it's tomorrow. The DUEL! The duel is tomorrow!"
The two pilots continued to stare. They had heard Relena. They had understood Relena. They just didn't comprehend Relena... well what Relena had relayed, that is. Finally, when these words sank in Trowa asked, "When? Where?"
"According to my brother, Trieze is to meet Heero in the mobile suits in that old abandoned city just north of here at about four in the afternoon tomorrow."
"Guess we need to get you used to working that Gundam." Trowa said as he stood up. Then he drained his current mug of coffee. His headache had just come back with vengeance.
A short while later, Trowa's Gundam stood in one corner of a large forest clearing and Trevor was in the other corner with Wing Zero. Trevor was given a few minutes to develop a feel for his Gundam and it's controls. Then Trowa blipped up on Trevor's screen, said "We start," blipped off, and opened fire. (Don't worry. Trowa isn't using any amo that will do any major damage to Wing Zero, just knock him around and give Trevor a taste of what real action feels like.) After a little while, Trevor managed to get used t being knocked around and even shield or deflect what Trowa sent and send some of his own stuff back at him.
There had been a set of ground rules for this training session. One was that there was to be no communication between the Gundams and two was that they were to always treat each other as enemies once it started till it ended. Because of this first rule, though, when Trevor deflected a missile then suddenly somehow managed to get the huge machine to do a back-flip with a half twist to land with the back of the Gundam towards Trowa and the feet of it crushing the missile into the ground Trowa couldn't contact Trevor to find out why. He could only watch as Wing Zero dropped to it's knees, crouched over the ground in front of it and started doing something with its hands. *In a real battle the enemy won't stop shooting to let him do whatever it is he's doing,* Trowa thought, remembering rule two. *Neither will I.* Trowa began to open fire as the other Gundam stayed in its position.
Wing Zero rocked backwards to its "toes" and pivoting he charged Trowa head on at full speed. In a motion almost to quick to follow, the beam saber was drawn and held at Trowa's "throat." "You win this round." Trowa said coming across the screen. He received no verbal response. The left hand of the Gundam, which had been lightly fisted, came up to the "door" of the Gundam and opened slightly. Then the door opened and Trevor came out and jumped over to the left fist. He began to dig around in it and then pulled out something black and white and cradled it in his arms. *What in the world is that?*
Trowa got out of his Gundam and jumped over to Wing Zero. When he landed he heard Trevor making shushing sounds and soothing noises to the thing in his arm. "So what do you have there?" Trowa asked quietly, trying not to startle the boy who obviously didn't know that Trowa was there.
"It's a kitten, I think, or at least a cat. It's also scared." Then Trevor held the little critter so that Trowa could see it. It was basically all black except that it had a white nose, the tip of the tail, front paws and a spot on the belly. This little kitten, for there was no doubt in Trowa's mind that's what it was, clinging to Trevor as if he was the only thing in the world that could keep him safe.
"I don't doubt it... especially with what just happened to it." Trowa reached out a hand and let the little thing smell it. He was awarded with a demand to be petted. "Although he doesn't seem to bad right now."
"Don't be mad at me. I had to save him. I couldn't let him be killed just so I can learn to use this thing." Trevor said, nodding his head toward Wing Zero. "I don't think it's worth an innocent life to fight... especially if it's the life of something like this little guy who has no idea to get out of the way."
Trowa could hardly believe his ears. *I wonder what happened to change him. I don't think he would have cared about the wildlife before in a battle.... Maybe someone explained to him otherwise later on in his life.* "Well, you won that battle. Put this guy out in the forest and let us have another go at it."
Suddenly Trevor looked at Trowa with large eyes and asked, sounding just like a six year old, "Um... Trowa, sir, can I keep him... PLEASE? I've... never had a cat before. I've never.... had a chance to ever have a pet before....ever.... could I please keep him? Please...... I promise to take real good care of him and I'm sure he won't be any trouble. No trouble at all.... please?"
That put Trowa in a spot. This wasn't his place to say anything. It would have to be a call they all would have to make, and this wasn't the place--or the time-- to make that call anyway. "Well, I--"
"For a little while at least? Please? Till we can find him a home, at least? PLEASE--" at this point Trevor pulled out all the stop. He gave the whole "I'll love you forever" posture, the huge puppy dog eyes with dams of hope around the edges that threatened to vanish at the first sign of a negative allowing floods of tears to escape, and of course, the quivering lip.
*Wow! He's trying to make himself look lowly and insignificant... my how his convincing tactics have changed.* Trowa glanced down at the cat and saw he had snuggled himself closer to the Yuy boy and fallen asleep. *Tired from his ordeal. I guess we could take him in... for one night.* "It's not my call, but I think we can at least have it taken back to the house until we all can decide what to do with it." Then Trowa got in Wing Zero and called the house. "Hey Duo, can you come out here?.... Yeah, that's where we are--Oh bring blankets with you and a box..... No-- nothing like that. Trevor's found a kitten that he wants to keep. I figure.... Exactly. Okay-- See you soon."
A little while later, Duo showed up and took the cat. He was having fun playing with it as it woke up and smelled his hand and batted Duo's braid. Duo took the cat back to the house and returned later in his Deathscythe to take over Trowa's spot in training. The two fought a while and then went home.
Upon returning home Trevor and Duo found Relena and Quatre playing with the kitten on the floor. Wufei had finally run out of energy and crashed on the couch giving the 'furball' as he called it the worst look in the world. Trowa was wide awake and playing his flute in the corner. As soon as Trevor walked in the room and sat down, the kitten forgot all about the game he was playing with Relena and Quatre and ran over to jump in his lap. Trevor stroked the cat and studied his notebook some more as it purred in his lap. All that was left, really, was to wait until tomorrow. Then it would all be over. *Tomorrow, Mr. Kushrenada, we see if I'm as good as this interesting Heero character is. Tomorrow we see if this is all worth it.*
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Okay-- here's the deal... I probably would have had this thing done if I hadn't put in that large part about the breakfast but I just thought it was hilarious! I couldn't help myself. I couldn't think of any other story line to put it in so I put it in here! Hope you enjoyed it as much as my friends at school did.
Oh-- suspense stuff! Almost forgot.... the questions to think about: "Will Trevor be ready in time? Will he win? Lose? Ever regain his memory? Has Wufei really learned his lesson and never touch Duo's cereal again? Will they keep the kitten for good? What will his name be? Will this Cock-a-Mamie author ever stop writing these questions?" We'll all find out in the next and it WILL be the last part-- if I have anything to say about it (which, in fact I do... but so do you and you COULD make it go longer)-- of TREVOR YUY!
The next part will be out soon so don't worry. Please be a responsible reader and review! I would take it as encouragement to get the next (and most likely last) part out sooner! :þ
OH-- Question: Do you guys like the little irrelevant yet funny comments I put in here? Ex's: the crack about the sign of the apocalypse and the one about the street. They're suppose to be funny, but if enough of you out there hate them I'll stop putting them in... for now at least. Let me know. Thanks-- Axisor