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"I think, from now on, I'm going to stick to paper work." I grumbled from the passenger seat of Heero's black Porsche, "after all, I'm the only agent in the entire government secret service that has to dress up in, to say the least, humiliating costumes."
See, the reason I was grumbling was this. Not content to humiliate me by making me act like his wife, the unimaginable-annoyance-of-my-life-and-the-annoyance-of-the-universe, Mr Yuy had given me THE ultimate embarrassment factor. He had made me go to a party dressed as none other than Lara Croft.
I hate him. When
we get back to his flat, he is so dead it's not possible.
I had to go as some busty girl with guns, the guns were the only good part, they were real.
The secret of the chest? Water balloons.
Maybe I'll make him suffer first.
Instead of replying to my blindingly obvious comment, which I had mentioned earlier before my musings of how to kill Heero. Heero merely grunted and carried on watching the road. For some reason, he refused to look at me, something was definitely up.
"Ok Yuy, what aren't you telling me? Come on, fess up, what is it? Are we all going to be nucleared or something at this party?"
"No, nothing's wrong Maxwell, and I'm not keeping something from you."
I was sooooo tempted to add "much."
"Well, why so quiet then?"
"No reason."
Yeah right.
We drove the rest of the way in silence, me contemplating on how to get out of this party, and Heero…well…to be perfectly honest; I had not the faintest idea of what he was thinking. But he kept getting this weird look on his face every time he looked at me. Hah! Maybe he was starting to feel guilty. Well good.
As we turned into Alden lane, I saw we were defiantly in the ritzier part of town. Large houses lined either side, most set back from the road by long driveways.
Suddenly Heero indicated and swung left. "There it is!" And we were driving up a long gravel drive, well, road really. A large house sat on the top of the hill, lit up from every window with glowing lights, and even from here I could here the music and laughing.
As we pulled to a stop in front of the large entrance a man came out, took the keys, and drove off in the car.
It was now time to put plan A into action.
"Aaaauuugh!" I groaned, "Heeeeero, I don't feel well!" and with that, I keeled over backwards, landing with a thud on the lawn. I'd learnt that one at drama school, not that I had any talent, but my teacher would have been so proud of me for that!
"Duo!" he hissed under his breath, "just what do you think your playing at?!"
I cracked open one eye, and saw a bunch of people running towards me, I didn't have much time. "I'm hoping, they'll think I've fainted, carry me off to a room, and leave me alone. Just play the concerned…date."
He looked at me in some kind of disbelief, I think he would have liked to argue, but it was a bit late for that.
Then the first bunch of concerned guests came up.
"Is she alright? Can we do anything?" said one woman.
"It's my wife, I think she's fainted." I could hardly recognise Heero's voice for the concern in it.
WIFE!!! That is it, YOU ARE DEAD YUY!!!!
"Oh the poor dear, we'll take her to one of the bedrooms, let her rest."
Whooooo! Part A accomplished!
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For a while I lay in the room, not moving in case someone poked their head in, but no one did. So I decided to risk it.
Sitting up I quietly ran to the door, and opened it just as someone pushed from the other side.
"Geez Yuy! Do you want to give me a heart attack?"
"Sorry, I was just coming to tell you its all clear."
"I'm well aware of that," I said icily, "I'm not a complete incompetent."
"I know."
That man is just impossible to annoy!
"Well, I'd better be going." I gave a wicked grin, "time for payback."
"Don't do anything stupid."
"No boss."
He rolled his eyes and stood aside to let me pass. But just as I was walking down the corridor I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Heero again. "And Duo?"
"Hmm?"
"Be careful."
I stared at him for a couple of seconds, wondering where this new found concern had come from. "I'll be careful, I'm code-named Shinigami remember?" I grinned cockily, "They can't catch me."
He just looked at me before walking away.
Shrugging I turned my attention to more important matters, like where they kept secret files and what not.
Slipping into the next room along I found……nothing. Wow.
Soon I got pretty sick of looking for files and things.
Maybe Treize had gone straight, or maybe said the sensible part of my
brain he's hiding things extremely well. Well that sounded more
plausible. Don't you just hate the sensible part of your brain sometimes?
So I kept looking, and looking, and looking.
Right I thought, one more room, if there's nothing in there, I'm going back to the party.
Let me tell you something, never, ever, say "one more" it leads to disaster.
As I was searching through a large oak desk, my back to the door, I heard footsteps coming down the corridor, uh oh.
There was nowhere to hide in this particular room, so if anyone came in here, I was dead meat.
Please oh please, don't come in here. Pleeeeease!
The footsteps stopped outside.
Dammit.
The door opened and
a man walked into the room.
Oh SHIT!!
It was none other
than the man I wanted to avoid the most, Treize Kushrenada. now what?
When I looked back
up at him, his face wore a puzzled expression, "I'm sorry, do I know you from
somewhere?"
Yes you bastard! You
killed my family! You'll pay for this, I'm going to see to that…wait…but what
about the mission? Bugger the mission, just kill the bastard, no, because then
Heero would kill me.
I fluttered my eyelashes at him, "oh yes," I cooed, "you should know me, I'm Lara Croft."
He smiled, "Ah yes, the famous Tomb Raider. But tell me my dear, who are you really? And why are you here?"
I gulped, "I'm Hellene Yuy, sir."
"I see, I will ask you again, why are you here?"
"I…I thought this was the toilets until I got inside."
"Ah. Well my dear, the toilets are down the hallway, let me escort you there."
"no, no, that won't be necessary, I assure you."
"oh but it is."
There was nothing I could do but agree, so I allowed him to escort me.
As we walked down the hallway he spoke to me.
"so, who are you with?"
"My husband." I am going to kill you, I am going to kill
you, I am going to kill you…and you too Yuy.
"Your husband is a lucky man, why don't you leave him and come with me?"
I am going to kill you, I am going to…what?
"What?"
"I said, why don't you come with me."
"oh I AM sorry, but I love my husband too much." Bleeeeurch!
"Oh well." He smiled again, and took my arm to lead me back into the ballroom.
*************
As soon as the "party" was over, I allowed myself to be dragged to the car by Heero.
We drove home in silence.
As we stepped into his apartment (which I had been
commissioned to live in as well for the moment) I decided to break the silence.
"So…"
"So what?"
"Um…well, who's going to sleep on the couch, and who's going to sleep in the bed?"
"You can have the bed, but I need to use the laptop, you'll just have to go to sleep while I'm typing."
"Ok."
Once I had undressed and got into bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin, and snuggled into a ball on my side, cheek resting firmly on the pillow.
Through sleepy eyes, I gazed at Heero's figure, outlined by the light coming from the screen, messy dark hair standing out starkly against the white of the screen.
Yawning I felt my eyes closing. So tired.
The clack of keys was comforting, lulling me, almost as though they were in a rhythm.
As I slipped off into a comforting black haze, I could have sworn a hand brushed my cheek.
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The next morning however, it was back to stark reality, and I had to leave the warm comfort of my…well, Heero's…bed.
Yawning, I sat at the breakfast table, rubbing sleep out of my eyes, my usually neat braid in a crumpled mess.
"Morning Duo."
"Morning Yuy." Hey wait a minute; he hardly ever uses my
real name. Hmmm what's he up to?
"Listen, we've got an order from Relena."
"What?" I said, still not really awake. "And can you hurry up with the explanations? Because I really have to do something with my hair."
"That's just it."
"Wha…?"
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"Oh no you don't!" I yelled, "If you think I'm going to allow you to do that, you seriously have another think coming pal!"
"Look Maxwell, it's only hair, you'll survive."
"Yeah, only MY hair. Don't think so buddy!"
We were in the bedroom, at some sort of a standoff. This was the situation.
Heero had received orders from Relena last night, about my appearance. Since Treize now knew what I looked like, they had to change it, i.e. by cutting and dying my hair.
So Heero was at one end of the room, waving a pair of threatening scissors, and a bottle of hair dye, and I was at the other end. Cowering miserably as he advanced.
Unfortunately, the door was at his end.
Deciding that I had to risk it and save my precious hair, I ran at him, braid securely tucked against my chest.
His eyes widened in surprise, and he only just managed to dodge in time. Unfortunately, he recovered far quicker than I could have imagined, as I felt as sudden pressure on my ankles, pulling me down.
Oh BUGGER it!!!
Quickly, Heero turned me over, and straddled my chest, the only way he could keep me pinned down.
I hate that man sometimes.
Suddenly, I realised (and I think he did at the same time) how close our faces were to one another, his eyes seemed to change as I looked into them, one moment, they showed no emotion whatsoever like normal, barriers up, the next, a strange expression crept into them.
It stole across his eyes, almost like a passing wind, a strange, intense expression. I licked my lips nervously, wondering what he was about to do, but before I could work myself up into a real panic, his eyes hardened once more, and he was back to being Heero Yuy, secret agent.
So I focussed on how I was meant to get out of this sticky situation.
Hmm, maybe this will work, it's gotta be worth a try.
And with this thought in mind, I reached up my arms, which had, (fortunately for me) not been pinned to my side, and began to tickle him.
Oh man I have never seen anything so funny in my entire life!
First of all he squirmed a lot, trying desperately to keep a straight face, this was all the encouragement I needed, swiftly I began to tickle harder, until, in the end, he rolled onto his back laughing.
Sometimes, I love me so much.
As soon as I felt the pressure on my ribs fading, I jumped up and ran as fast as possible to the door, slamming it behind me. Before locking it on the other side.
"Damn you Maxwell!"
I grinned to myself; I had finally managed to annoy Mr I-am-perfect-Yuy. But I decided to play innocent for maximum annoyance factor.
"What's that Yuy? You want to be let out?"
He swore loudly, I will not repeat what he said; some of it is too rude.
"Let me out of here!"
"Oh whoops!"
There was an uncertain silence from the other side of the door. "Maxwell, what have you done?" he sounded anxious now. Good.
"Well it appears," I said, trying to conceal my laughter and sound rueful, "that I have dropped the key down the sink. So you'll just have to stay in there a little longer than planned."
"BAKA!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"Amnotamnotamnot!"
"Aretooaretooaretoo!"
"Amnotamno…" it suddenly occurred to me, that for once, I had the advantage. So instead of arguing with him any longer, I went to the freezer, pulled out the ice cream, plopped down in a chair facing the door, and began to eat it……
He has a powerful weapon,
He charges a million a shot,
An assassin, of second to none,
The man with the golden gun.
Lurking in some dark doorway,
Or crouched on a rooftop somewhere,
In the next room, of this fair one,
The man with the golden gun.
Love is required,
Whenever he's hired,
And comes just before the kill,
No one can catch him,
No hit man can match him,
For his million dollar skill.
One golden shot means another poor victim,
Has come to a glittering end,
For a price, he'll erase anyone,
The man with the golden gun.
His eye may be on you or me,
But will he bang?
We shall see…
Love is required,
Whenever he's hired,
And comes just before the kill,
No one can catch him,
No hit man can match him,
For his million dollar skill.
One golden shot means another poor victim,
Has come to a glittering end,
If you want to get rid of someone,
The man with the golden gun…
Will get it done,
He'll shoot anyone,
With his golden gun…
Authors note: Whew! Nearly eight pages in one day! Sorry I haven't updated for so long, (I think) but I've had a ton of other chapters to update. Though I like this one best. Remember, this is your FINAL chance to vote yes or no, and I mean it! If I haven't got any more replies by tomorrow, the yes's have it (of course if you still want to vote yes you can.) And if you want to say anything about this chapter, you can still do that too! (You can review more than once) so, let me know what you think, because I sure as hell, am gonna keep writing as long as I get encouragement! (Chapter 9 out soon!)