Like I said before, none of these people belong to me unless I made them up. Then I'll tell you that they belong to me.
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Soon, the sun went down and the blonde angel and his unibanged prince were swallowed by darkness. Trowa soon found out how cold the desert was at night. "Maybe we should find some place a little warmer," Quatre suggested as Trowa shivered.
Trowa, who had made the connection between Duo's instrument and the sudden change in location, did a quick scan of the ground. He located it rather quickly; it did glow, after all. He walked over and scooped up the glowing device. "Don't worry Quatre, we'll be somewhere nice and warm soon," the normally silent boy said reassuringly to his small lover.
Quatre didn't really need Trowa's reassurance- he was, after all, Arbian. They had deserts in Arabia. He decided it was best for Trowa to think he was doing something to help him, so he wrapped his arms around Trowa and did his best to look cold and feeble. The brown haired boy boy put the instrument to his lips and played a few random notes. The one eyed boy silently prayed that they would end up somewhere cozy. Colors and music soon surrounded the two and when they vanished, the embracing couple had followed suit.
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A blonde figure with pointy ears stood in an elaborate temple with a sword protruding from a carved rock in the middle of the floor. The boy emptied out all his pockets and packs, obviously looking for something. He found a couple bottles, weapons, some money, spare clothes, boots, and the entrails of a dwarven youth.
Link briefly wondered how the flesh of a dwarven youth had arrived in his pack. He shrugged, and after deciding it really wasn't worth getting it worked up about, he sacrificed them to his gods and continued searching. "I know I put that ocarina somewhere..."
He didn't think he dropped the instrument anywhere, but where was it? Why someone would want to steal the stupid piece of glowing metal was beyond the Hero of Time.
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Quatre found himself sitting at an elegant table sipping tea and holding a conversation with a blonde woman wearing a long white dress. The dress looked very expensive, a display of her wealth and power. Quatre noticed she wore her hair in the oddest fashion. Her long blonde hair was put up into two buns before it swept down to form two ponytails. She also had a strange crescent moon shaped mark on her forehead.
"So, what brings you to my court, Mr. Winner?" the Queen asked. She smiled gently at the boy and took another sip of her tea.
Quatre Rebecca Winner had grown up in a wealthy household and knew all about diplomacy. A simple "we were sent here by a magic instrument" wouldn't cut it. The boy cleared his throat. "We did come here quite by accident. Though, after seeing how lovely your kingdom is, I must make it my top priority to visit again." The blonde smiled angelically and continued. "Upon arriving, I thought the proper thing to do was pay my respects to the ruler of this delightful place."
Trowa sighed slightly, ignoring the conversation between Quatre and the Queen. Trowa had no practice with diplomacy. He would leave the talking to the blonde pilot. He idly looked out the window at Earth. "We must be on the moon," he mumbled to himself. He had never know there was a palace on the moon.
Trowa's mumbles went unheard as the two blondes continued their conversation. "A Gundam Pilot. Very interesting. Does that mean you often go on dangerous missions?"
The smaller blonde nodded. "Yes. Life as a Gundam pilot is full of danger."
"Would you be willing to take a mission for me?" the Queen asked pleadingly.
Quatre looked a bit suprised. "What would this mission entail?"
"There are doubles of my thirteen closest friends and advisors corrupting American children." She pulled out a folder from sub-space and handed it to Quatre. "This contains their pictures, names and residences as last recorded. There are ten 'scouts', as they call themselves, two cats, and one annoying prince. These look alikes are giving the real thirteen a bad name and making people lose respect for them." The blonde queen took another sip from her tea. "What I want you to do is kill them."
Quatre looked at Trowa questioningly. The Queen was about to offer then time alone to discuss her proposition, but apparently the two could communicate through looks. The small pilot turned to her. "Mission Accepted."
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Wufei blushingly fidgeted with his dress. The entire thing was red and the skirt portion was long and puffed out a little. The top was like a vest. It had a tassel hanging off each shoulder, which tickled Wufei's bare arms like there was no tomorrow. Completing the outfit were two red shirt cuffs around the embarrassed pilot's wrists. Their purpose? No one knows.
Touga and Akio thought he looked adorable in the dress, but Wufei was not pleased. How he had gotten Wufei into the dress in the first place was even beyond the Chinese pilot. Akio was damn manipulative, but Wufei couldn't help but like him. Maybe the boy *liked* being manipulated. Or maybe Akio just reminded him of another manipulative bastard that Wufei held close to his heart. Either way, Wufei still felt like throwing himself to the ground and crying like a little schoolgirl.
Wufei was rather tempted to follow through with that thought when, with a flash of light, a strange man appeared in front of him. He was very tall and had two silver fox ears protruding from his silver hair. He wore gauzy white clothes and had a silver tail coming out of the back. In fact, he was entirely silver. In his arms, he held a small squirming three-eyed fire demon dressed entirely in black. The silver youko handed the confused youth a card.
Youko Kurama
Thief, Sex God, Fairy Godmother
Wufei looked up at Kurama even more confused. He silently hoped the youko wasn't here to demonstrate how he achieved the title of "Sex God". The little struggling demon, obviously sharing the same concerns, stopped trying to remove himself from Kurama's grip long enough to growl at Wufei. Hiei didn't like to share.
The fox, obviously understanding Wufei's confusion said with a sigh, "I'm your fairy godmother."
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Soon, the sun went down and the blonde angel and his unibanged prince were swallowed by darkness. Trowa soon found out how cold the desert was at night. "Maybe we should find some place a little warmer," Quatre suggested as Trowa shivered.
Trowa, who had made the connection between Duo's instrument and the sudden change in location, did a quick scan of the ground. He located it rather quickly; it did glow, after all. He walked over and scooped up the glowing device. "Don't worry Quatre, we'll be somewhere nice and warm soon," the normally silent boy said reassuringly to his small lover.
Quatre didn't really need Trowa's reassurance- he was, after all, Arbian. They had deserts in Arabia. He decided it was best for Trowa to think he was doing something to help him, so he wrapped his arms around Trowa and did his best to look cold and feeble. The brown haired boy boy put the instrument to his lips and played a few random notes. The one eyed boy silently prayed that they would end up somewhere cozy. Colors and music soon surrounded the two and when they vanished, the embracing couple had followed suit.
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A blonde figure with pointy ears stood in an elaborate temple with a sword protruding from a carved rock in the middle of the floor. The boy emptied out all his pockets and packs, obviously looking for something. He found a couple bottles, weapons, some money, spare clothes, boots, and the entrails of a dwarven youth.
Link briefly wondered how the flesh of a dwarven youth had arrived in his pack. He shrugged, and after deciding it really wasn't worth getting it worked up about, he sacrificed them to his gods and continued searching. "I know I put that ocarina somewhere..."
He didn't think he dropped the instrument anywhere, but where was it? Why someone would want to steal the stupid piece of glowing metal was beyond the Hero of Time.
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Quatre found himself sitting at an elegant table sipping tea and holding a conversation with a blonde woman wearing a long white dress. The dress looked very expensive, a display of her wealth and power. Quatre noticed she wore her hair in the oddest fashion. Her long blonde hair was put up into two buns before it swept down to form two ponytails. She also had a strange crescent moon shaped mark on her forehead.
"So, what brings you to my court, Mr. Winner?" the Queen asked. She smiled gently at the boy and took another sip of her tea.
Quatre Rebecca Winner had grown up in a wealthy household and knew all about diplomacy. A simple "we were sent here by a magic instrument" wouldn't cut it. The boy cleared his throat. "We did come here quite by accident. Though, after seeing how lovely your kingdom is, I must make it my top priority to visit again." The blonde smiled angelically and continued. "Upon arriving, I thought the proper thing to do was pay my respects to the ruler of this delightful place."
Trowa sighed slightly, ignoring the conversation between Quatre and the Queen. Trowa had no practice with diplomacy. He would leave the talking to the blonde pilot. He idly looked out the window at Earth. "We must be on the moon," he mumbled to himself. He had never know there was a palace on the moon.
Trowa's mumbles went unheard as the two blondes continued their conversation. "A Gundam Pilot. Very interesting. Does that mean you often go on dangerous missions?"
The smaller blonde nodded. "Yes. Life as a Gundam pilot is full of danger."
"Would you be willing to take a mission for me?" the Queen asked pleadingly.
Quatre looked a bit suprised. "What would this mission entail?"
"There are doubles of my thirteen closest friends and advisors corrupting American children." She pulled out a folder from sub-space and handed it to Quatre. "This contains their pictures, names and residences as last recorded. There are ten 'scouts', as they call themselves, two cats, and one annoying prince. These look alikes are giving the real thirteen a bad name and making people lose respect for them." The blonde queen took another sip from her tea. "What I want you to do is kill them."
Quatre looked at Trowa questioningly. The Queen was about to offer then time alone to discuss her proposition, but apparently the two could communicate through looks. The small pilot turned to her. "Mission Accepted."
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Wufei blushingly fidgeted with his dress. The entire thing was red and the skirt portion was long and puffed out a little. The top was like a vest. It had a tassel hanging off each shoulder, which tickled Wufei's bare arms like there was no tomorrow. Completing the outfit were two red shirt cuffs around the embarrassed pilot's wrists. Their purpose? No one knows.
Touga and Akio thought he looked adorable in the dress, but Wufei was not pleased. How he had gotten Wufei into the dress in the first place was even beyond the Chinese pilot. Akio was damn manipulative, but Wufei couldn't help but like him. Maybe the boy *liked* being manipulated. Or maybe Akio just reminded him of another manipulative bastard that Wufei held close to his heart. Either way, Wufei still felt like throwing himself to the ground and crying like a little schoolgirl.
Wufei was rather tempted to follow through with that thought when, with a flash of light, a strange man appeared in front of him. He was very tall and had two silver fox ears protruding from his silver hair. He wore gauzy white clothes and had a silver tail coming out of the back. In fact, he was entirely silver. In his arms, he held a small squirming three-eyed fire demon dressed entirely in black. The silver youko handed the confused youth a card.
Youko Kurama
Thief, Sex God, Fairy Godmother
Wufei looked up at Kurama even more confused. He silently hoped the youko wasn't here to demonstrate how he achieved the title of "Sex God". The little struggling demon, obviously sharing the same concerns, stopped trying to remove himself from Kurama's grip long enough to growl at Wufei. Hiei didn't like to share.
The fox, obviously understanding Wufei's confusion said with a sigh, "I'm your fairy godmother."