Chapter 12
Trowa's eyes hadn't left the screen since Heero and Zechs left. As
soon as his favorite show Golden Girls had
come on the
stupid message appeared and interrupted it, he quickly read it and
called Wufei over so he could get his show
back on.
"No need to alarm the others," he told Wufei. "What do you think?"
Wufei glared at the message, wishing he could break something, so he
did. Still, he forced
himself to think irrationally. "Everything that has happened so far
has played right into their hands." he said. "He
challenges us, he wins. We challenge him, he wins. What's next?"
"Well he could possibly WIN, just maybe."
"I don't know any better than you do Trowa. This pilot is asking for
a real
duel, and with me...could he be trying to humiliate me, trying to
replay my duel with Treize eight years ago?"
"Ew no why would he want to fight you? We know this guy likes to
humiliate us. Even though he hasn't even
done anything all that humiliating yet."
"But still, this is an odd request, but look here, he's wagering so
much: if
you emerge victorious, I will spare your companions...AND your suits.
Why? Why is he wagering so much?
"Maybe he's lying and knows we are stupid weaklings that could never
win."
Wufei snorted. "Oink oink! Piggy!! This guy is much too confident.
If my pride will be my downfall, his confidence
will be his."
"Well, do we go? It says here to bring our pajamas with us."
Wufei shrugged fatalistically. "We have no choice."
30 minutes later...
"Are you sure you want to just sneak out there, without telling
anyone?"
"Better this way. As soon as they see the message, they'll know."
Wufei motioned with his head towards the
large, yellow sign saying, "WE LEFT, BE BACK SOON, HUGS AND KISSES,
WUFEI & TROWA"
Trowa shrugged, then jumped into his pajamas. "Wufei," he called.
"Do you really want me to stay out of this duel?
There rarely is honor in war."
"Yes. Watch us over the monitor, and be ready to back me up should I
fail, but do not interfere with the duel itself.
Hmm.. how can you back me up while not interfering with the duel?"
Wufei stopped for a second to mumble
to himself. "Oh well, just back me up anyway."
The two remaining pilots quietly maneuvered themselves out of the
station, then turned towards the fortress.
Suddenly realizing they had left there entire base in the hand of an
incredibly large 6 year old rubber ball, two
very stupid twins, and one idiotic offspring of Relena-tron 5000. Then
a message blinked on their screens.
"Go in the east entrance?" Trowa read.
"Which way is east? I mean how do you tell in space?," Wufei said.
"I have an odd feeling that our little friend did
not tell his superiors he was inviting us over for a slumber party
*giggle* They would probably be very angry if
they discovered that they weren't invited to join in on the fun."
The two altered their courses, and went in the side entrance. Sure
enough, there seemed to be no security
measures on this side whatsoever. "He's removed them all, just for
us," Wufei thought giddily. "Muscular female
wrestlers sure are nice..."
As soon as the pilots entered the fortress, they saw another message:
Trowa Barton and the suits stay here. Chang
Wufei, go into the door in front of you, turn right, and then into the
third doorway on the right in the hallway you will
enter.
"Is it a bunny rabbit?" Trowa called.
"What the Holy Canoli are you talking about??" Wufei nodded.
"Good luck to you then."
Wufei nodded, then started to skip merrily through the doorway.
"Hey Wufei! Check this out," Trowa called.
Turning, Wufei stared. There, in the shadows, was the Tinky Winky
mobile suit.
"What is this guy doing?!" he thought as he saw him sitting atop the
purple teletubbie waving ecstatically.
"Should we just forget this and destroy it?"
"No," Wufei said, hoping he wasn't making a mistake. "Everything
that's
supposed to happen has happened so far. I think he's trying to prove
to us that he does intend to conduct this
slumber party with honor after all. Why else would he put his suit in
the same location as ours, in plain sight?"
"Maybe he just wants us to blow up his mobile suit without actually
telling us... like he's really just being
held captive by his 'superiors' or whoever." Trowa replied.
"...Shut the hell up, Barton!" Wufei snapped as he turned once again
and ran down the hallway. About 5
seconds later, Trowa heard a distant thud and Wufei's angered voice
echoing off the metallic walls of the
base.
"INJUSTICE!!!!" shouted the angry Chinese pilot.
Sorry for the blunt ending and stuff. Our dearest friend didn't finish
her fic yet, but we're posting this any way.
Trowa's eyes hadn't left the screen since Heero and Zechs left. As
soon as his favorite show Golden Girls had
come on the
stupid message appeared and interrupted it, he quickly read it and
called Wufei over so he could get his show
back on.
"No need to alarm the others," he told Wufei. "What do you think?"
Wufei glared at the message, wishing he could break something, so he
did. Still, he forced
himself to think irrationally. "Everything that has happened so far
has played right into their hands." he said. "He
challenges us, he wins. We challenge him, he wins. What's next?"
"Well he could possibly WIN, just maybe."
"I don't know any better than you do Trowa. This pilot is asking for
a real
duel, and with me...could he be trying to humiliate me, trying to
replay my duel with Treize eight years ago?"
"Ew no why would he want to fight you? We know this guy likes to
humiliate us. Even though he hasn't even
done anything all that humiliating yet."
"But still, this is an odd request, but look here, he's wagering so
much: if
you emerge victorious, I will spare your companions...AND your suits.
Why? Why is he wagering so much?
"Maybe he's lying and knows we are stupid weaklings that could never
win."
Wufei snorted. "Oink oink! Piggy!! This guy is much too confident.
If my pride will be my downfall, his confidence
will be his."
"Well, do we go? It says here to bring our pajamas with us."
Wufei shrugged fatalistically. "We have no choice."
30 minutes later...
"Are you sure you want to just sneak out there, without telling
anyone?"
"Better this way. As soon as they see the message, they'll know."
Wufei motioned with his head towards the
large, yellow sign saying, "WE LEFT, BE BACK SOON, HUGS AND KISSES,
WUFEI & TROWA"
Trowa shrugged, then jumped into his pajamas. "Wufei," he called.
"Do you really want me to stay out of this duel?
There rarely is honor in war."
"Yes. Watch us over the monitor, and be ready to back me up should I
fail, but do not interfere with the duel itself.
Hmm.. how can you back me up while not interfering with the duel?"
Wufei stopped for a second to mumble
to himself. "Oh well, just back me up anyway."
The two remaining pilots quietly maneuvered themselves out of the
station, then turned towards the fortress.
Suddenly realizing they had left there entire base in the hand of an
incredibly large 6 year old rubber ball, two
very stupid twins, and one idiotic offspring of Relena-tron 5000. Then
a message blinked on their screens.
"Go in the east entrance?" Trowa read.
"Which way is east? I mean how do you tell in space?," Wufei said.
"I have an odd feeling that our little friend did
not tell his superiors he was inviting us over for a slumber party
*giggle* They would probably be very angry if
they discovered that they weren't invited to join in on the fun."
The two altered their courses, and went in the side entrance. Sure
enough, there seemed to be no security
measures on this side whatsoever. "He's removed them all, just for
us," Wufei thought giddily. "Muscular female
wrestlers sure are nice..."
As soon as the pilots entered the fortress, they saw another message:
Trowa Barton and the suits stay here. Chang
Wufei, go into the door in front of you, turn right, and then into the
third doorway on the right in the hallway you will
enter.
"Is it a bunny rabbit?" Trowa called.
"What the Holy Canoli are you talking about??" Wufei nodded.
"Good luck to you then."
Wufei nodded, then started to skip merrily through the doorway.
"Hey Wufei! Check this out," Trowa called.
Turning, Wufei stared. There, in the shadows, was the Tinky Winky
mobile suit.
"What is this guy doing?!" he thought as he saw him sitting atop the
purple teletubbie waving ecstatically.
"Should we just forget this and destroy it?"
"No," Wufei said, hoping he wasn't making a mistake. "Everything
that's
supposed to happen has happened so far. I think he's trying to prove
to us that he does intend to conduct this
slumber party with honor after all. Why else would he put his suit in
the same location as ours, in plain sight?"
"Maybe he just wants us to blow up his mobile suit without actually
telling us... like he's really just being
held captive by his 'superiors' or whoever." Trowa replied.
"...Shut the hell up, Barton!" Wufei snapped as he turned once again
and ran down the hallway. About 5
seconds later, Trowa heard a distant thud and Wufei's angered voice
echoing off the metallic walls of the
base.
"INJUSTICE!!!!" shouted the angry Chinese pilot.
Sorry for the blunt ending and stuff. Our dearest friend didn't finish
her fic yet, but we're posting this any way.