*
"I'm bored. We need a new game," Duo yawned as he moved his little Parcheesi piece a few spaces along the board.
"Parcheesi just isn't fun anymore," Quatre sighed.
Trowa and Heero made no comments, while Wufei sat on the window sill and watched the outdoors boredly.
"Perhaps," Heero began, with the smile he had when killing. "There is a game we could play."
"Oh?" the other Gundam pilots asked, curious.
"Who can you kill? It's a more realistic version of the game those fools at the high school played."
"So we actually kill them?" Duo wondered.
Quatre stared at them, aghast at their idea of fun. To slaughter people as means of entertainment...
"So? Who's in?" the cold pilot of 01 inquired.
Nobody said a word.
"We all put in some money. The winner gets it," he continued.
Perhaps I could stop them if I were to play, the blonde Arabian wondered.
"I'm in," the five young boys agreed.
"For every person you kill, the other players put in twenty dollars. To prove that you killed somebody, you must show the other players an identifiable part of their body, such as the head," the pilot of Wing Zero explained. "You can kill them by any means you want."
The other pilots nodded. Quatre felt a distinct lump going down his throat as he swallowed.
"...."
"To start the game off, we each make a deposit of one hundred dollars. We won't make much money, but we won't lose much, either," Heero continued.
They nodded, grumbled, and reached for their wallets.
"The jackpot, for lack of a better term, will go in a large coffee can, to be hidden. The winner will be the person who has killed the most at the end of the month. In this case, it will be August thirty-first."
