well, second part! gw doesn't belong to me, but i'm gonna' play w/them for a while. hope you all like it!
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"You really need to make up a name for yourself until we finish this journey."
Prince Milliardo glanced over at Wufei and sighed. "You're right, I do. I just don't know what to call myself. Any suggestions?"
"Zechs. Zechs Merquise."
Both Milliardo and Wufei turned to look at the Phoenix, this being one of the only times he'd spoken. Heero nodded painfully. "It was the name of my clan's leader."
The prince bowed his head, realizing how it must hurt Heero to speak of his people. He was honoured that the quiet Phoenix had given him the permission to call himself by that name. "I would be glad to, Heero. I thank you."
Before the Phoenix could speak, he was interrupted by someone yelling. Sooner than Milliardo even knew what was happening, he was knocked to the ground by a young man in black.
The boy scrambled to get up, but Wufei caught him by the end of a long, auburn braid and jerked him to the ground. He yelped and struggled away from the Chinese Dragon, making clanking noises, but Wufei held on and finally managed to quiet the obvious thief.
"Who are you and why were you running from justice?" Wufei growled, his sense of honour demanding an answer.
The auburn-haired boy grinned nervously. "I may run, I may hide, but I never lie. The name's Duo Maxwell, and I had to run 'caus I can't afford to buy my food. Happy, now?" They all glanced up when they heard the sound of curses. "Oh shit," Duo moaned, "I'm in for it."
Mind working feverishly, Milliardo pushed the boy into an alley, behind a wall, telling him to stay there, and then settling. He didn't have long to wait.
"Where is he?" a merchant gasped, brandishing a butcher's knife. Milliardo blinked. "You mean that dark-haired thief? Oh, I think he went into that house," he said innocently, pointing down the road. The merchant shook his hand, thanking him profusely, and ran off.
Duo emerged, blinking and confused. "Why'd ya' help me?" Wufei raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Yes, why DID you help him? He's a thief, ZECHS," he said, emphasizing the name.
The blond man shrugged. "We may need a thief where we're going. It's better to be safe than sorry." Heero and Wufei glanced at each other unsurely, but Duo glomped him. "Hey, if you'll let me outta' these chains, I'll go with you anywhere on the face of the earth!"
And that is how they met The Thief.
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"You really need to make up a name for yourself until we finish this journey."
Prince Milliardo glanced over at Wufei and sighed. "You're right, I do. I just don't know what to call myself. Any suggestions?"
"Zechs. Zechs Merquise."
Both Milliardo and Wufei turned to look at the Phoenix, this being one of the only times he'd spoken. Heero nodded painfully. "It was the name of my clan's leader."
The prince bowed his head, realizing how it must hurt Heero to speak of his people. He was honoured that the quiet Phoenix had given him the permission to call himself by that name. "I would be glad to, Heero. I thank you."
Before the Phoenix could speak, he was interrupted by someone yelling. Sooner than Milliardo even knew what was happening, he was knocked to the ground by a young man in black.
The boy scrambled to get up, but Wufei caught him by the end of a long, auburn braid and jerked him to the ground. He yelped and struggled away from the Chinese Dragon, making clanking noises, but Wufei held on and finally managed to quiet the obvious thief.
"Who are you and why were you running from justice?" Wufei growled, his sense of honour demanding an answer.
The auburn-haired boy grinned nervously. "I may run, I may hide, but I never lie. The name's Duo Maxwell, and I had to run 'caus I can't afford to buy my food. Happy, now?" They all glanced up when they heard the sound of curses. "Oh shit," Duo moaned, "I'm in for it."
Mind working feverishly, Milliardo pushed the boy into an alley, behind a wall, telling him to stay there, and then settling. He didn't have long to wait.
"Where is he?" a merchant gasped, brandishing a butcher's knife. Milliardo blinked. "You mean that dark-haired thief? Oh, I think he went into that house," he said innocently, pointing down the road. The merchant shook his hand, thanking him profusely, and ran off.
Duo emerged, blinking and confused. "Why'd ya' help me?" Wufei raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Yes, why DID you help him? He's a thief, ZECHS," he said, emphasizing the name.
The blond man shrugged. "We may need a thief where we're going. It's better to be safe than sorry." Heero and Wufei glanced at each other unsurely, but Duo glomped him. "Hey, if you'll let me outta' these chains, I'll go with you anywhere on the face of the earth!"
And that is how they met The Thief.
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