Can I Keep You? 3
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the format to this story, so yes, ahead of time: this is based on "Casper"! I
do own, however, my own Stretch, Fatso, and Stinky. I also own Faye and Dibs.
AN: Yes, Trowa is probably Stretch, WuFei Fatso and Treize (WAHAHAH!) Stinky. Quatre and Dorothy
are kinda the bad guys, as in school-wise, okay?
**
Relena and Millardo entered the main foyer in utter awe. The room itself could've fit twenty of their
Volkswagen. They stared up at the ceiling and at the same time dropped their bags nosily to the ground.
Relena then blinked out of her stupor and grabbed her duffel bag and bedroom box.
"I'm going to find my room, now, okay, Millardo?" Relena asked, picking started up the tall, carpeted
staircase.
"Be careful, Lena, you never know what ghouls and goblins their could be here!" Millardo called to her
retreating back.
"Funny!" Relena called. "This house would only hold Dracula and even he wouldn't come here! Get the
lights!"
"Yeah, yeah," Millardo grumbled and headed to find the basement, holding his flashlight ahead of him,
glancing every once in a while behind.
'I don't know….something about this place makes me jumpy…' he thought, before spotting the lightbox
and did some complicated wire-switches. He then shot the lever up and the whole Estate lit up.
Heero, the ghost that Faye and Dibs screamed it, was sitting at his favourite spot in the old Victorian
house. Sitting by some kind of fire, he was reading an ancient book when the lights suddenly burst on.
"What the?" He said, then decided to float, invisible, out to the foyer. He spotted the dumped bags and
saw Millardo dusting his hands off as he appeared out of a doorway under the staircase.
Narrowing his eyes, Heero decided he should find the other intruder before his uncles came home. They
didn't like strangers, much less Fleshies, in their house unknown.
Floating up two stories and down three hallways, he slipped into his room, making sure nothing was out
of place. Sighing in relief, he began floating down the hall when he saw a teen, his age (more or less by a
couple of hundred years) round a corner. He immediately went invisible again.
Relena was extremely jumpy.
"This house gives me the creeps. How could Milli take a job here? Sheesh, it's the dumps," she muttered
to herself, finding it eased her nerves. She randomly chose a door and opened it.
Finding the light switch, she watched the room become engulfed in light. Squinting, she read the beds'
headboards names out.
"Trowa…WuFei…Treize? Man, they had some cool parents. I wonder where Doc and Dopey sleep," she
yawned and shut the door after turning off the light behind her.
Unknown to her, someone was watching her move from one room to another before she found her perfect
room.
Flicking on the light, she looked around. Four post bed stood against a wall with two night stands beside
it. A balcony to the beds' left, a closet and washroom to its right. A dresser across from the bed made it
the perfect bedroom.
"MILLARDO!! I FOUND MY ROOM!" Relena bellowed over her shoulder. She dumped the box on the
bed and the duffel bag on the ground.
She flopped down on the bed, and then frowned.
'I don't remember a pillow here…but whatever…it's real lumpy!' She thought, then began punching its
sides to get it more comfortable. Giving that up (it was a lost cause) she leaped off the bed and dumped
out her duffel bag, which consisted of dirty clothes.
She found her hiking boots and pulled out a sock from one. Narrowing her eyes, she sniffed it, exclaimed,
"ugh!" and there is behind her to start a new pile.
Unknown to her, a ghost behind was trying to make his entrance, when a sock landed in his open mouth
as he was about to give this teen a verbal lash.
Baffled, Heero shook his head and spat out the sock, hitting the back of Relena's head. She froze, her
eyes wide as she stood and turned around.
Blinking, she came face to face with a transparent teen. If she ignored the obvious, like, he was dead, or
transparent, Relena assumed he would've been fairly handsome. The messy hair and piercing Prussian
eyes made Relena shiver. But there was one fact she still couldn't ignore.
He was a ghost.
Relena hit the floor as she fainted.
"Dammit." Heero muttered. "I can't have another ghost inhabiting this Estate." He went to the bathroom,
turned the tap on. He waited until the water wasn't a murky brown, but a clear colour before he came back
to the teen.
He twisted his hand, where the water was held, and watched it hit Relena's face. Her eyes fluttered open.
"You okay now?" asked Heero in his cool monotone.
Relena blinked once more before screaming. Heero reared back and disappeared.
After a few seconds of Relena trying to calm herself, Millardo came racing into her room.
"Lena, what's wrong? Tell me!" Millardo said, helping her stand. She took his hands and blurted out, "I
saw a ghost!"
"What? Lena, you're not making any sense!"
"I saw a ghost, Millardo! I saw a ghost! A real ghost, well, not alive real, but real, he was there, infront of
me…and…" Relena trailed off, her nervousness replaced by fear.
"A ghost?" Millardo asked. "Relena, you know ghosts can't hurt us."
Relena nodded numbly, and gestured around her room. Millardo also nodded and knelt. He pulled up the
covers to the bed, and grinned.
"No ghost under here."
He then went to the closet, opened the door, and saw nothing. "No ghost here either, Lena. You sure you
saw something?"
Relena crossed her arms and pointed to the bathroom. Getting the hint, Millardo opened the door.
"There? See? No ghost"— Opening it, he looked it and then back at Relena before his jaw opened. There
stood Heero, leaning against the frame.
"Hey," Heero coolly replied.
"G—G—Ghost!"
He slammed the bathroom door, picked up Relena, tossing her over his shoulders, and ran down the hall.
They raced down the hall.
"I can walk, you know! Millardo, this is crazy! YOU ARE A GODDAMN HYPOCRITE!" Relena was
saying as she spun around in a circle as Millardo turned and looked backwards before going forward
again.
He opened a door and shoved Relena in. They were silent for a bit before Millardo found the lightbulb.
Pulling the chain, the light turned on and Relena smirked.
"Brother, we are in a broom closest." Relena pointed out, staring up at Millardo.
He sighed and said, "I know. Listen, you stay here, no matter what you hear, understand?" Relena nodded
and he opened the door.
"Millardo?"
He turned back to look at his little sister.
"Be careful, and I'm sorry for what I said in the car."
"Aw…Lena…apologize later!" He slammed the door in her face and the lightbulb flickered before going
off.
"Great job, Yuy! You didn't even get them out of the house, they ran before you could say 'Boo!'," Heero
said, banging his head on the wall. "Some ghost you are! Can't even scare 'em off the property!"
He was about to bang his head again when the balcony door burst open and laughter was heard from the
outside.
"Oh no…my uncles are here…" Heero moaned, and proceeded thinking about which punishment he
would get for not scaring Fleshies out of the house.
Three other ghosts appeared.
The tallest stood in the middle, he was obviously the leader. He had long, spiky bangs covering one of his
eyes. He was also very lanky built. The one beside him, shorter and much more round, had slicked-back
black hair and narrow eyes. He seemed to always be pissed off about something. The other and last one,
was almost as tall as the first, but had only three little pieces of hair falling over his eyes, and they barely
reached them anyways. He seemed proud and very happy.
"Hold it, boys," the first one said slowly. "Do you smell something?"
The second looked over at the third. "Yeah," he grumbled. "Treize, when was the last time you had a
bath?"
"A month ago, I'm a ghost, I don't need to take a bath," Treize sniffed.
The second growled and shouted, "INJUSTICE! I REFUSE TO LIVE WITH A SMELLY GHOST!"
"You smell too, WuFei," the first one pointed out and then frowned. "I mean something else besides
Treize."
They both sniffed and wicked grins appeared on their face. "Fleshies," they said together. Heero suddenly
appeared before them, blocking their entrance to the house.
"Move out of the way, Heero," the first one said, sneering.
"Um…how about we eat outside tonight?" He tried, casting a glance behind him.
"Liar," Treize sniffed sullenly, and spotted a flower. "Will this suffice if I wear it, WuFei? It should
honor me."
WuFei rolled his eyes and listened in on Trowa and Heero's conversation.
"You're up to something, Heero, I can see right through that transparent head of yours," Trowa snapped,
thrusting his arm through Heero's head and tapped the back as it came out the other side.
"No, I'm not…" Heero shifted uncomfortably and backed away so Trowa's arm was out of his head.
"Sure," WuFei mumbled. Trowa shot him a look to shut him up. Turning to Heero, he floated in front of
him.
"There's some fleshies here and I intend to have some fun," he grinned, beckoning the other two to join
him.
Millardo nervously made his way down the hall.
"I don't want to hurt you," his voice stammered as he called down the silent halls. He turned a corner and
saw three ghost standing there.
"BOO!" they all said, making bloody, nauseating and ever-so-disgusting faces one could imagine.
Millardo fainted then in there, but quickly regained conscious.
He staggered into a bathroom, finally splashing some water onto his face. He then straightened his back
and got ready to face those three again.
'If I can,' he thought miserably. Stepping out of the bathroom, he started down the hall when the red
carpet curved upwards, creating a bump. It began heading towards him. Stepping backwards, Millardo's
foot got caught in a metal bucket that was left there for ages.
Tripping, he fell right on the edge of the staircase. Gripping as tightly as he could the red floor carpet, he
tried to pull himself up but the nails gave out. He pulled the carpet over him as he was rolled into a ball in
the carpet. It unraveled at the floor and landed at a stop infront of the three ghosts. They raised their arms
and something flashed in Millardo's eyes.
Three swords narrowly missed him as he flipped over and rolled out of the way. Grasping a plumber's
plum, he cried out, "AHA!" before realizing what he had. Before he had time to react, he was engaged in
a sword fight.
Trowa made a trust at him, but missed as the plum attached itself to Trowa's hair and began pulling.
"ACK!" Trowa called out. The suction became undone. Trowa went flying backwards hitting WuFei and
they landed on the wall in agony. They slid down, moaning.
Treize did a battle-cry and lunged at Millardo. "Who the hell do you think you are, coming into our house
like this?"
A trust was blocked. "Doctor…"
A jump to the side made him miss getting hit. "Millardo…"
Plunging the plumb at Treize, he missed but blocked another thrust. "Darlian."
He looked up at Treize as Trowa and WuFei appeared beside him. They each raised their swords and
brought them down on the plumb, but it held. Straining against the weight, Millardo choked out, "your
therapist."
"WHAT?" Trowa cried out, as they charged Millardo down. He ran ahead of them, and shut the door in a
closet. Looking around, he grinned before coming out of it again.
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" He declared, emerging with a….
A vacuum.
"What the hell is that?" WuFei asked, pointing at the long hose. Flicking a switch, the vacuum came to
life and began sucking air in.
Aiming at Treize, he began to disappear, getting sucked into the hose. His tail was the first to go, then his
upper body as he looked frantically back at his friends who watched in horror.
Treize disappeared with a "whumpth!". Millardo turned to Trowa and WuFei who looked at him
furiously.
"So, who's next?" Millardo grinned. "We're on a fair game level now."
Relena tried the knob again. "MILLARDO!" She screamed as loudly as she could, but it wouldn't budge.
Bracing herself, she lunged forcefully at the door just as it flew open. She called out as she fell, but before
she hit her face on the ground, she was held up by someone.
Opening her eyes, she looked down and saw a ghost under her with messy hair and cold Prussian eyes.
Gasping, she got off him and backed away down the hall, still watching him. He got up, brushed himself
off and glared at her.
"What do you want?" He snapped. She shook her head, wide-eyed, and ran down the stairs on the other
side of the entrance.
Looking around, she saw Millardo engaged in a sword fight with three other ghosts.
'Oh God…yes, this is really shrink stuff. Now what am I going to say as an introduction to people here?
"Hi, my name is Rel, I live with my brother and four ghosts". Yeah, I like that,' rolling her eyes, Relena
watched Millardo say something to the ghosts before they charged at him. He shut a closet door behind
him.
"Wahahah, what a sucker," the fat one bubbled.
"MILLARDO!!!" Relena screeched, running the rest of the way down the stairs.
"Great job boys," the tallest said, and they turned away, spotting Relena when the door burst open and
Millardo appeared with a vacuum in his hands. He shouted in triumph before he sucked the skinny, short
one into the machine.
"Millardo?" Relena asked weakly. She rose a brow in question and shook her head finally. Millardo
sucked the last two into the vacuum. He blew the top like he was in a stand-off in the Wild West. Relena
ran to him and up the stairs on the other side.
"Millardo, are you okay?" She called. "Who were they?"
"I'm fine," he said, shakily. He hugged her and looked at the bulging vacuum bag.
"Hey, get off my foot, Trowa!"
"I can't, WuFei's head is in my way!"
"That's not my face, Trowa…"
"The tenants, Relena. We'll be safe tonight," Millardo assured her and they walked away. Groans and
moans were coming from the bag until there was silence. Then:
"WUFEI! THAT WAS NASTY! NOW IT SMELLS TWICE AS WORSE WITH TREIZE OVER HERE
TOO!"
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the format to this story, so yes, ahead of time: this is based on "Casper"! I
do own, however, my own Stretch, Fatso, and Stinky. I also own Faye and Dibs.
AN: Yes, Trowa is probably Stretch, WuFei Fatso and Treize (WAHAHAH!) Stinky. Quatre and Dorothy
are kinda the bad guys, as in school-wise, okay?
**
Relena and Millardo entered the main foyer in utter awe. The room itself could've fit twenty of their
Volkswagen. They stared up at the ceiling and at the same time dropped their bags nosily to the ground.
Relena then blinked out of her stupor and grabbed her duffel bag and bedroom box.
"I'm going to find my room, now, okay, Millardo?" Relena asked, picking started up the tall, carpeted
staircase.
"Be careful, Lena, you never know what ghouls and goblins their could be here!" Millardo called to her
retreating back.
"Funny!" Relena called. "This house would only hold Dracula and even he wouldn't come here! Get the
lights!"
"Yeah, yeah," Millardo grumbled and headed to find the basement, holding his flashlight ahead of him,
glancing every once in a while behind.
'I don't know….something about this place makes me jumpy…' he thought, before spotting the lightbox
and did some complicated wire-switches. He then shot the lever up and the whole Estate lit up.
Heero, the ghost that Faye and Dibs screamed it, was sitting at his favourite spot in the old Victorian
house. Sitting by some kind of fire, he was reading an ancient book when the lights suddenly burst on.
"What the?" He said, then decided to float, invisible, out to the foyer. He spotted the dumped bags and
saw Millardo dusting his hands off as he appeared out of a doorway under the staircase.
Narrowing his eyes, Heero decided he should find the other intruder before his uncles came home. They
didn't like strangers, much less Fleshies, in their house unknown.
Floating up two stories and down three hallways, he slipped into his room, making sure nothing was out
of place. Sighing in relief, he began floating down the hall when he saw a teen, his age (more or less by a
couple of hundred years) round a corner. He immediately went invisible again.
Relena was extremely jumpy.
"This house gives me the creeps. How could Milli take a job here? Sheesh, it's the dumps," she muttered
to herself, finding it eased her nerves. She randomly chose a door and opened it.
Finding the light switch, she watched the room become engulfed in light. Squinting, she read the beds'
headboards names out.
"Trowa…WuFei…Treize? Man, they had some cool parents. I wonder where Doc and Dopey sleep," she
yawned and shut the door after turning off the light behind her.
Unknown to her, someone was watching her move from one room to another before she found her perfect
room.
Flicking on the light, she looked around. Four post bed stood against a wall with two night stands beside
it. A balcony to the beds' left, a closet and washroom to its right. A dresser across from the bed made it
the perfect bedroom.
"MILLARDO!! I FOUND MY ROOM!" Relena bellowed over her shoulder. She dumped the box on the
bed and the duffel bag on the ground.
She flopped down on the bed, and then frowned.
'I don't remember a pillow here…but whatever…it's real lumpy!' She thought, then began punching its
sides to get it more comfortable. Giving that up (it was a lost cause) she leaped off the bed and dumped
out her duffel bag, which consisted of dirty clothes.
She found her hiking boots and pulled out a sock from one. Narrowing her eyes, she sniffed it, exclaimed,
"ugh!" and there is behind her to start a new pile.
Unknown to her, a ghost behind was trying to make his entrance, when a sock landed in his open mouth
as he was about to give this teen a verbal lash.
Baffled, Heero shook his head and spat out the sock, hitting the back of Relena's head. She froze, her
eyes wide as she stood and turned around.
Blinking, she came face to face with a transparent teen. If she ignored the obvious, like, he was dead, or
transparent, Relena assumed he would've been fairly handsome. The messy hair and piercing Prussian
eyes made Relena shiver. But there was one fact she still couldn't ignore.
He was a ghost.
Relena hit the floor as she fainted.
"Dammit." Heero muttered. "I can't have another ghost inhabiting this Estate." He went to the bathroom,
turned the tap on. He waited until the water wasn't a murky brown, but a clear colour before he came back
to the teen.
He twisted his hand, where the water was held, and watched it hit Relena's face. Her eyes fluttered open.
"You okay now?" asked Heero in his cool monotone.
Relena blinked once more before screaming. Heero reared back and disappeared.
After a few seconds of Relena trying to calm herself, Millardo came racing into her room.
"Lena, what's wrong? Tell me!" Millardo said, helping her stand. She took his hands and blurted out, "I
saw a ghost!"
"What? Lena, you're not making any sense!"
"I saw a ghost, Millardo! I saw a ghost! A real ghost, well, not alive real, but real, he was there, infront of
me…and…" Relena trailed off, her nervousness replaced by fear.
"A ghost?" Millardo asked. "Relena, you know ghosts can't hurt us."
Relena nodded numbly, and gestured around her room. Millardo also nodded and knelt. He pulled up the
covers to the bed, and grinned.
"No ghost under here."
He then went to the closet, opened the door, and saw nothing. "No ghost here either, Lena. You sure you
saw something?"
Relena crossed her arms and pointed to the bathroom. Getting the hint, Millardo opened the door.
"There? See? No ghost"— Opening it, he looked it and then back at Relena before his jaw opened. There
stood Heero, leaning against the frame.
"Hey," Heero coolly replied.
"G—G—Ghost!"
He slammed the bathroom door, picked up Relena, tossing her over his shoulders, and ran down the hall.
They raced down the hall.
"I can walk, you know! Millardo, this is crazy! YOU ARE A GODDAMN HYPOCRITE!" Relena was
saying as she spun around in a circle as Millardo turned and looked backwards before going forward
again.
He opened a door and shoved Relena in. They were silent for a bit before Millardo found the lightbulb.
Pulling the chain, the light turned on and Relena smirked.
"Brother, we are in a broom closest." Relena pointed out, staring up at Millardo.
He sighed and said, "I know. Listen, you stay here, no matter what you hear, understand?" Relena nodded
and he opened the door.
"Millardo?"
He turned back to look at his little sister.
"Be careful, and I'm sorry for what I said in the car."
"Aw…Lena…apologize later!" He slammed the door in her face and the lightbulb flickered before going
off.
"Great job, Yuy! You didn't even get them out of the house, they ran before you could say 'Boo!'," Heero
said, banging his head on the wall. "Some ghost you are! Can't even scare 'em off the property!"
He was about to bang his head again when the balcony door burst open and laughter was heard from the
outside.
"Oh no…my uncles are here…" Heero moaned, and proceeded thinking about which punishment he
would get for not scaring Fleshies out of the house.
Three other ghosts appeared.
The tallest stood in the middle, he was obviously the leader. He had long, spiky bangs covering one of his
eyes. He was also very lanky built. The one beside him, shorter and much more round, had slicked-back
black hair and narrow eyes. He seemed to always be pissed off about something. The other and last one,
was almost as tall as the first, but had only three little pieces of hair falling over his eyes, and they barely
reached them anyways. He seemed proud and very happy.
"Hold it, boys," the first one said slowly. "Do you smell something?"
The second looked over at the third. "Yeah," he grumbled. "Treize, when was the last time you had a
bath?"
"A month ago, I'm a ghost, I don't need to take a bath," Treize sniffed.
The second growled and shouted, "INJUSTICE! I REFUSE TO LIVE WITH A SMELLY GHOST!"
"You smell too, WuFei," the first one pointed out and then frowned. "I mean something else besides
Treize."
They both sniffed and wicked grins appeared on their face. "Fleshies," they said together. Heero suddenly
appeared before them, blocking their entrance to the house.
"Move out of the way, Heero," the first one said, sneering.
"Um…how about we eat outside tonight?" He tried, casting a glance behind him.
"Liar," Treize sniffed sullenly, and spotted a flower. "Will this suffice if I wear it, WuFei? It should
honor me."
WuFei rolled his eyes and listened in on Trowa and Heero's conversation.
"You're up to something, Heero, I can see right through that transparent head of yours," Trowa snapped,
thrusting his arm through Heero's head and tapped the back as it came out the other side.
"No, I'm not…" Heero shifted uncomfortably and backed away so Trowa's arm was out of his head.
"Sure," WuFei mumbled. Trowa shot him a look to shut him up. Turning to Heero, he floated in front of
him.
"There's some fleshies here and I intend to have some fun," he grinned, beckoning the other two to join
him.
Millardo nervously made his way down the hall.
"I don't want to hurt you," his voice stammered as he called down the silent halls. He turned a corner and
saw three ghost standing there.
"BOO!" they all said, making bloody, nauseating and ever-so-disgusting faces one could imagine.
Millardo fainted then in there, but quickly regained conscious.
He staggered into a bathroom, finally splashing some water onto his face. He then straightened his back
and got ready to face those three again.
'If I can,' he thought miserably. Stepping out of the bathroom, he started down the hall when the red
carpet curved upwards, creating a bump. It began heading towards him. Stepping backwards, Millardo's
foot got caught in a metal bucket that was left there for ages.
Tripping, he fell right on the edge of the staircase. Gripping as tightly as he could the red floor carpet, he
tried to pull himself up but the nails gave out. He pulled the carpet over him as he was rolled into a ball in
the carpet. It unraveled at the floor and landed at a stop infront of the three ghosts. They raised their arms
and something flashed in Millardo's eyes.
Three swords narrowly missed him as he flipped over and rolled out of the way. Grasping a plumber's
plum, he cried out, "AHA!" before realizing what he had. Before he had time to react, he was engaged in
a sword fight.
Trowa made a trust at him, but missed as the plum attached itself to Trowa's hair and began pulling.
"ACK!" Trowa called out. The suction became undone. Trowa went flying backwards hitting WuFei and
they landed on the wall in agony. They slid down, moaning.
Treize did a battle-cry and lunged at Millardo. "Who the hell do you think you are, coming into our house
like this?"
A trust was blocked. "Doctor…"
A jump to the side made him miss getting hit. "Millardo…"
Plunging the plumb at Treize, he missed but blocked another thrust. "Darlian."
He looked up at Treize as Trowa and WuFei appeared beside him. They each raised their swords and
brought them down on the plumb, but it held. Straining against the weight, Millardo choked out, "your
therapist."
"WHAT?" Trowa cried out, as they charged Millardo down. He ran ahead of them, and shut the door in a
closet. Looking around, he grinned before coming out of it again.
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" He declared, emerging with a….
A vacuum.
"What the hell is that?" WuFei asked, pointing at the long hose. Flicking a switch, the vacuum came to
life and began sucking air in.
Aiming at Treize, he began to disappear, getting sucked into the hose. His tail was the first to go, then his
upper body as he looked frantically back at his friends who watched in horror.
Treize disappeared with a "whumpth!". Millardo turned to Trowa and WuFei who looked at him
furiously.
"So, who's next?" Millardo grinned. "We're on a fair game level now."
Relena tried the knob again. "MILLARDO!" She screamed as loudly as she could, but it wouldn't budge.
Bracing herself, she lunged forcefully at the door just as it flew open. She called out as she fell, but before
she hit her face on the ground, she was held up by someone.
Opening her eyes, she looked down and saw a ghost under her with messy hair and cold Prussian eyes.
Gasping, she got off him and backed away down the hall, still watching him. He got up, brushed himself
off and glared at her.
"What do you want?" He snapped. She shook her head, wide-eyed, and ran down the stairs on the other
side of the entrance.
Looking around, she saw Millardo engaged in a sword fight with three other ghosts.
'Oh God…yes, this is really shrink stuff. Now what am I going to say as an introduction to people here?
"Hi, my name is Rel, I live with my brother and four ghosts". Yeah, I like that,' rolling her eyes, Relena
watched Millardo say something to the ghosts before they charged at him. He shut a closet door behind
him.
"Wahahah, what a sucker," the fat one bubbled.
"MILLARDO!!!" Relena screeched, running the rest of the way down the stairs.
"Great job boys," the tallest said, and they turned away, spotting Relena when the door burst open and
Millardo appeared with a vacuum in his hands. He shouted in triumph before he sucked the skinny, short
one into the machine.
"Millardo?" Relena asked weakly. She rose a brow in question and shook her head finally. Millardo
sucked the last two into the vacuum. He blew the top like he was in a stand-off in the Wild West. Relena
ran to him and up the stairs on the other side.
"Millardo, are you okay?" She called. "Who were they?"
"I'm fine," he said, shakily. He hugged her and looked at the bulging vacuum bag.
"Hey, get off my foot, Trowa!"
"I can't, WuFei's head is in my way!"
"That's not my face, Trowa…"
"The tenants, Relena. We'll be safe tonight," Millardo assured her and they walked away. Groans and
moans were coming from the bag until there was silence. Then:
"WUFEI! THAT WAS NASTY! NOW IT SMELLS TWICE AS WORSE WITH TREIZE OVER HERE
TOO!"