Rosati 7
By: Axisor
IHeero slid down the banister and around the corner without a thought. Noin and Zechs were right on his heels, though running down the actual stairs. When they reached 2nd floor, a frantic Duo ran up yelling "SAVE ME!!!!!" and hid behind the menacing figures of Heero and Zechs. Behind him was a furious Hilde... running with scissors./I
That's where I left you guys so long ago in the story line. (I hope that html coding works...) Much has happened since that Thursday, March 16th, when I posted part 6. I know I've been holding you in suspense for a great deal of time, and I'm sorry. As I have said, many things have happened in my life, including getting a BF and at least 4 reports. I also worked on my original fiction, which was getting sorely neglected as I wrote fanfictions (and the skills of original writing were getting rusty. I noticed that when I wrote for a short story contest). But enough stalling... on to the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. The school exists. The teachers exist, so they don't count as OCs so if you want, you can use them, though I don't know why you would want to.
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"HEEEEEEEELP!!!!" Duo screamed, dropping to one knee as Hilde tried to grab his braid. Heero easily blocked the snatching hand as he administered the DeathGlare to Duo.
"What did you do this time?" he asked his cowering friend as calmly as if he was asking Duo to pass him the rolls or what the computer class homework was. Though, come to think of it, Heero would probably sound like that even if there were about 30 nuclear missiles aimed at him... while he was doing his homework or wanting a dinner roll.
"I didn't do anything! It's all _WUFEI'S_ fault!" Duo yelled as he cowered, clutching his cherished braid to his chest.
"Oh really...." Hilde said, pulling out another pair of scissors and moving closer to her prey. Zechs moved to intercept her, but then she held up her scissors as she said, "I can cut your hair just as easily as I can cut his... and I can cut it as short as Noin's even!"
Zechs flinched a little, but didn't back down. "Hair is hair. It will eventually grow back. I won't _COWER_ just at the thought of losing it."
"True..." Hilde said. She let a small malicious grin spread across her face as she opened the scissors and balled her hands into fists around the hinge-- blades held toward Zechs' neck and chest, "but these can cut other things too... maybe not kill, but mar and scar."
Then she got the desired reaction. Zechs not only stepped back to where he was, he moved behind Duo and "nudged" him forward saying, "Suck it in. Be a man. Fight your own battle." Then Zechs moved back even further and proceeded to keep Duo between him and Hilde's blades.
Duo just fell on his butt, and when he attempted to scurry back to his place behind Heero, he bumped into Heero's legs. Duo stayed there, since the glare he was receiving said that that was all the protection he was going to get at the moment. *Just like him, * Duo thought. *He'll take on an entire army by himself... even in a Leo, but women problems? 'No thank you!' He stays clear of those, even when they aren't his own little spats. Let's just see what happens the next time he needs help with his girl problems... and in this school, it shouldn't take too long for them to start causing him huge headaches.*
"What are you grinning about?" Hilde snapped as her gaze became intense and one could almost see the flames leaping in her eyes. Duo paled slightly, but he couldn't remove the smirk from his face. Part of his mind was off and plotting the way he would turn Heero's actions against him...
"Um... guys?" Noin said, speaking up for the first time since Hilde entered the scene. "We really need to get those drawings and get back to work on the base. And... I think I hear someone coming."
As if cueing-- which it more or less was a cue in my little author mind for the transition-- someone did come! Sister Vincella came up to start the sweep on her end of the hall (and to check out all the yelling that was going on). She dropped the stuffed cougar she was carrying for protection and stuttered...
"He-- Du-- Here-- Duo? Heero? Duo-- Heero, dears? Please, sweethearts-- tell me I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing...."
"Well, that depends on what you think you're seeing," Heero said blandly, ignoring the looks on Noin, Hilde, and Zechs--_especially Zechs'_--faces.
"What?" She asked looking _incredibly_ confused, then the light dawned. "OH YOU SMART allelic!" She almost yelled as she inadvertently kicked the cougar at Heero. "Sorry... you're right..." she seemed much more relaxed... _seemed_ that is until she looked up again. "Is... is that.... Mill...Mill-- Pea-- craft? Mill Pearaft doce? Um.. Millardo Peacecraft?"
Duo looked up over his shoulder, momentarily taking his eyes off of Hilde's scissors though clutching the braid tighter, and looked at the long blond haired man. "Well... he's not wearing the mask... so he could be... but..." and he let it hang there until Sister prompted him. "He did go by Zechs with the White Fang and he had no mask... so I don't know."
He didn't even stop when he saw the deep scowl cross the older pilot's face... "Excuse me, sir? May I inquire as to who you are today?"
His answer was a swift kick to the rear...
"Nope, sorry Sister. I won't lie to a nun. This isn't Millardo Peacecraft, though Relena is his sister. Zechs Marquies, I'm at your foot's service."
Sister looked sadly disappointed... then became very confused. "How--?" Heero cut her off with a look. "Okay... I'll wait till later...." she said as she quickly retrieved her cougar and held it tight.
"Don't worry Sister. Blondie probably doesn't understand it himself!" Duo said with a grin, his immediate danger totally forgotten.
Then, without warning, Zechs lunged at the braid and seized it in his hand. "NEVER_CALL_ME_BLONDIE!!!!"
"AHHHH!!!!!!" both Sister Vincella and Duo exclaimed over the "Uhn..." which Heero grunted as he fell to the ground as an effect of Zechs yanking Duo up.
A figure came running up the hall. "What's going on here?" was echoed ahead of the figure. "Vincella! Stay back!"
"Nancy! It's--"
"A hostage situation. I see that. Threatening them with a weapon too..." Ms. Mueller noted with a nod of her head at the scissors Hilde held... with Heero face down at her feet.
Suddenly a black-haired something came bolting up the stairs and started attacking Zechs, who had to drop the braid to fend off the attacker.
"Heero!" Noin shouted as she tried to rip Trevor off of Zechs while attempting to not injure him, him, or herself--that's _trying_. She was getting her hands very badly scratched up!
"I knew those boys would be trouble," Ms. Mueller muttered as she tried to figure out who to defend-- or at least who was the attacker here.
"Trevor! DOWN! I am not a hostage!" Heero commanded as his head came up. His normally emotionless face had transformed into another well-known face... his Battle Face!
Trevor stopped in mid-swipe. "Meow?" he asked innocently, then jumped away from the bleeding Zechs and Noin to sit obediently in front of the enraged (as much as he can be... well, maybe more than he can be) Heero.
"I told you to stay-- no! I _ORDERED_ you to stay in the room and guard it! Then what do you do? You make me look like I haven't trained you at all by going around and stealing cell phones and beepers. I don't care if you trash Duo's hair, but do it when I say it's okay! ("Hey! So you _always_ said he could do that?!?!") Then I tell you to stay in the room, _again_, and here you are! I should have you court-martialed for insubordination!" Heero yelled at his feline.
"Meeeooowwwww...." Trevor whined, then laid down in a submissive position.
Everyone else backed away... slowly... Heero looked ready to kill, and his wild uncontrolled hair didn't help. Actually, it did. It just added to his deadly look. From his crouched position, he lunged at Hilde and grabbed the 2 pairs of scissors then stepped aside just in time to miss the tackle Duo tried to give him... and ended up giving to Hilde.
"None of that now..." Heero said as he started to calm down and reached down to pull... or yank depending on who you were, Duo to his feet once more.
"EVERYONE STOP PULLING ON MY HAIR!!!!" Duo yelled as he whipped his braid out from Heero's hands and began to stroke it protectingly... then massaging his scalp with the other hand.
Heero ignored the pleas of his best friend to turn to his best-trained friend. "You still haven't told me why you thought you could--no _should_ have disobeyed me!"
Trevor _crawled_ to Sister Vincella's feet and he meowed up at the shocked nun. She had secretly believed that cat's were far more intelligent than they acted, but this was pushing the envelope, to an entirely new level.
Heero's head suddenly dropped to his chest as realization dawned on him. After his head hit his chest, the rest of him suddenly dropped to the floor as he wrapped Trevor tenderly in his arms. "I'm sorry. I told you to listen to her and me... and when she dismissed our class..." he let his sentence hang in the air and be replaced by purrs...
"Awwww...." Ms. Mueller said. "How touching.... Now all I need is _all_ of you to follow me to Sister Joan's office. I'm sure there is _some_ explanation for what's going on here and since no one seems willing to tell me...." she let it hang. When no one did anything, however, she smugly added, "I'm sure all of you will be willing to tell the principle, the police..."
That got the reaction she was looking for! Hilde made a move to run away... the last thing she needed to deal with was the police. However, Miss Bartley, who came out of her room at some point in this "discussion" cut off her route. "I want to talk to my lawyer!" Hilde exclaimed as the rest of the people started to follow Sister Vincella to the previously mentioned office.
"Don't worry, Hilde-babe," Duo said, trying to reassure the one person who had threatened to shave him bald not even 8 minutes and 32 seconds ago!
"I'm calling Une now," Noin said as she carefully dialed the number in her cell phone with her scratched up fingers.
"CODE RED. CODE RED. TEACHERS--CODE RED. YES, ANOTHER CODE RED." Came over the intercoms. "FOR THOSE KEEPING TRACK, THIS IS CODE RED 4 AND CODE RED 5!"
Duo fell into step with Heero and whispered, "Do you want to make a bet that we know those 2 too?" Heero just shook his head and continued following the 3 "caught" intruders.
Meanwhile... in the gym, where Trowa was looking out the gym windows--the equivalent of a second story windows-- more police cars were spotted. Then some familiar looking cars started to show up. As one of them stopped in front of Rosati, Trowa recognized the passenger--Sally Po!
Trowa decided he should probably go down and report what was going on to her, like any good soldier would. As he brought his head back into the building, he heard the red alert notices, and _almost_ rolled his eyes. *Enough is Enough already!* he thought.
He looked down to he gym floor to make sure there weren't any teachers lurking in the gym, or any intruders for that matter, with the high numbers they were reaching the chances were good that there _was_ an intruder in his area and he saw Lady Une standing there... No wait... it was Colonel Une! She had the glasses and the braided buns. As he looked down on her, she looked up at him. "Down here now, Barton, and prepare to be debriefed."
"Yes ma'am." He said with a salute, and did a forward flip off the window ledge and landed squarely and soundly on the floor.
Though while he was flying in the air he heard, "CODE RED. YES, YET ANOTHER CODE RED. NUMBER 6. WOULD ANYONE ELSE SPOTTING AN INTRUDER JUST SEND A TEACHER TO THE OFFICE WITH HIM OR HER? ALL TEACHERS REPORT TO YOUR CLASSROOMS AND ALLOW THE POLICE TO SEARCH THE BUILDING. This is getting ridiculous." Obviously, Sister Joan didn't mean to have that last part heard.
Just as Trowa started the debriefing, he heard the gym doors from the music hall opening. Une, on reflex, pulled out her gun and pointed it at the figure, aiming towards his heart. Mr. Wallace's not so menacing figured was squarely in the doorway, and he paled. Trowa flipped over Une and quickly disarmed her saying, "He's no enemy, Colonel, ma'am. He's just the chemistry teacher."
"That's what you think he is," the Colonel said, her multiple personalities showing their wear on her. "Chemistry is a wonderful thing. You can make just about anything with it, be super-smart, and just claim to teach and get away with anything..."
Trowa _did_ roll his eyes at that, and Mr. Wallace swallowed hard. He then sharply inhaled a breath as he saw her cock _another_ gun.... then paled to a shade resembling white, bleached sheets as he saw her release the trigger.
BBBBAAAAANNNNGGGG!
Trowa had calmly reached out and tilted the gun up and over so it shot over Mr. Wallace's head and out the window... the one Trowa had just been standing in.
"Mr. Wallace," he said calmly. "Would you please come over here. We need to take you into custody."
That was the straw to break this camel's back. "You? You want to take _me_ into custody? _You_ are the one with an intruder with you! Take _her_ into custody!" He started cracking up, and was no problem for Trowa to subdue, especially after he had both of Colonel Une's guns.
*That was close,* Trowa thought looking at the gun he now held. *If Colonel Une-- If I hadn't moved the gun before she actually tried to shoot at Mr. Wallace... Life would be much more complicated.*
"Now what do we do with him?" Trowa asked the Colonel just as he phone rang.
"Hold on a second, Barton," she said, as she answered it and walked down to the other end of the gym.
"What's going on here?" Mr. Wallace asked as his wits were returning to him.
"That's a long story, and I don't feel like talking that much," Trowa said blandly. "But don't worry. I won't let her shoot you," *not that she could with the one gun loaded with blanks and the other gun a water gun weighted with sand,* Trowa finished in thought. No one really trusted her with real weapons anymore because who knows what would happen if her 2 personalities ever met... but the "Colonel" needed to have guns near; the "Lady" still can't stand violence, but is okay with the fake artillery.
"That's good," he said, almost rolling his eyes as he thought, *What kind of kid is this guy? How the heck-- I'm not sure I really want to know, but I think I'm going to have to find out... and tell the Guidance Office! This boy really needs some help-- and probably the other 4 too!*
The intercom system came on, and another announcement was made, much to Trowa's dismay, but it wasn't anything like he was expecting. "We're down to just 3 code reds now. No, it's not because some of those reports were duplicated, either. Three of the intruders have been caught and are currently being taken into custody. The police have arrived as well, and are helping with the search, but I need for the-- hold on a second," Sister Joan said by way of her announcement, though a phone was heard ringing in the background along with someone urgently getting Sister to pick it up.
She did, however, forget to turn _off_ the microphone through the course of the conversation. "Hello? Yes... WHAT? EXCHANGE--exchange hostages?.... three for one? Who-- WALLACE? You have Chris? What? The intercom is still on-- OH... We have everything under control; there is nothing to worry about." (Obviously she just was informed that the PA was still on) "You will receive uh-- more information at a later time. Please remain calm." Then the system was quickly cut off.
A few minutes later, Colonel Une came back to where Trowa was holding Mr. Wallace prisoner. "She's not cooperating. Execute him." Trowa was in such an utter state of shock he allowed his jaw to drop--about 1 to 1.5 centimeters--and his eyes widened as well--almost 3 to 4 millimeters.
*When did this personality reach such an extreme?* He asked himself, then did something that would have caused the Perfect Soldier to frown. He ignored a direct order.
"SILENCER!" Une yelled at him when she realized he ignored her order. "Exterminate that man. Follow your orders _soldier_!"
Trowa looked over at the man he had been instructed to eliminate. Mr. Wallace was sweating bullets and praying he wouldn't be shot by any. "He has not laid eyes on a Gundam. I can't let any enemies who see Gundam live; those are my orders," Trowa then let out a sigh and turned squared shoulders to the Colonel. "I also have standing orders to up hold what the Preventers stand for. Therefore, my orders to destroy those threatening the peace we fought to establish and protect the innocent override your orders."
The two top Preventers then held a glaring contest at each other. They glared... and stared... and glared some more. Trowa was thankful for all the "lessons" Heero had given in how to do this, and the fact that he knew how to make his mind go completely blank, or else the Colonel may have won. The contest ended in a draw, however, as they both managed to see Mr. Wallace's attempt to get away out of the corner of their eyes.
"Fine! But he's still a hostage--find some place to put him until we come to an 'understanding.'" Okay... to keep from dragging this scene out too much longer Trowa decided to take Mr. Wallace and hold him up in the lighting booth located on the café's roof... Unfortunately, Trowa didn't know about the entrance to it on the INSIDE of the school so he went outside and scaled the building with Mr. Wallace tied to his back (a passed out Mr. Wallace... he was just too overwhelmed).
So imagine if you would the acrobat scaling an outside wall with a man at least his own height, if not taller, strapped to his back... and remember it is still winter in the fic so there is ice everywhere as well. I think it's is best to say that it's a GOOD thing Mr. Wallace was passed out. Once Trowa reached the top of the café, he walked through the large amount of snow and picked the lock into the booth. Once picked, Trowa entered and set his chem. teacher down on the floor, locked the door behind him and waited for further instructions.
By now, the police were scouring the first floor, so Wufei took cover in a little office type room at one end of the 1st floor... which just happened to end up being the guidance office. Mrs. Pelker, the head guidance counselor came out of her mini-office in the office and saw the young man with his hand still on the knob.
"You can't go out there, Wufei Chang--YES, I know your name. We decided you were in the first half of the alphabet so you are my concern," as she ushered him into here office. He unwillingly complied and sat stiffly down in the chair opposite her desk, which she moved to sit behind.
"That's Chang Wufei..." he grumbled well under his breath.
"Now Wufei... tell me a little about your self," Mrs. Pelker asked. When he replied "humph!" she pressed him further and got as far as receiving only answers of "yes" and "no." Well, there were some "no comment"'s but she classified herself by his promptness of reaction. Once the conversation progressed to the point where he kept answering, "I can't tell you that" she gave up and looked over her notes...
"You seem to have a strong sense of right and wrong, good and bad, just and unjust, Wufei. It's so strongly established it almost makes me question your story of being brought up by a normal family..." when Mrs. Pelker let that hang in the air, Wufei stiffened more visibly.
"Not that that's necessarily the case. Mind you, I haven't really had the opportunity to study any girls-- um... children who grew up in the cold harness of space, so there might not have been anything wrong. Please answer me this one question, and you don't have to if it's too personal," she persisted her tone trying to atone for offending him, yet subtly provoke him into answering. He, on the other hand, was a puzzle to her, and at the rate the intruders were coming they'd have all day to talk...
Wufei almost rolled his eyes, stifled a yawn, and muttered something about "typical weak onnas" under his breath, which she took more notes on.
"Not that a tough guy like you would have any fears from me..." Yep! Obvious provocation now. "Did you lose anyone close to you in the past?"
"You mean _besides_ my wife dying?" That was mainly for the shock value... Wufei was definitely bored. "Yeah... my entire clan and colony have been destroyed. I'd say I've lost some people close to me..."
"Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that..." she said sincerely as she started jotting down some more information. "Was it one of those nasty, destructive, horrible, evil Gundams?"
"What makes you think that?" He asked, instantly on the defensive.
"I heard about one that was blowing up colonies, though I also heard they were all a bunch of renegades," she said matter-of-factually as she put down her papers. "Bunch of hoodlums no doubt, and that white dragon one was a real mystery. None of us could figure out where he stood on anything."
Luckily she looked down just then as Wufei lost control of his "facemask" and let pure rage cross it. "Well... I think I figured out where you should go, at least, to do you service project. There is an institution in the area where battered women can go to escape their husbands or boyfriends and restart their lives." She then started rummaging in her drawers, "Obviously you would be a good example to them on how to over come devastating violence and maybe you'll even be able to teach them to fight back. You'd be able to make these women strong enough to show their faces back to the world and then fight for their rights and maybe even to seek justice."
A tired Quatre was trying to get his work done, but the girls wouldn't let him. They were bored, and slightly scared, and tried to find distraction. The solution to their problem became obvious--Quatre. They kept asking him everything from his favorite color to his darkest secret. They wanted to know if had any sisters, where he lived, where he came from... you name it--they asked it _all!_
Finally he said, after his small devilish side had been annoyed enough to actually show up, "What are you trying to do? Write about on the Winner heir?"
They were all confused... and asked even more questions of Quatre... *Oh heck! I blew it!* he thought... "Hey! Can I get your opinion on my essay?" Eventually changing the topic.
"'If the human factor is taken out of fighting a war, then the cause of the war has a possibility of being weak or pointless. Because the fighters and supporters don't have to decide if the cause is really worth dying for, they decide just if its worth all that money to buy, build and maintain the machines that will do the fighting instead.' So how's that?" Quatre asked, looking up at his audience.
No one said anything... until all the girls broke out laughing. Then a voice came from behind him, "I enjoyed it Master Quatre"
"Ahhhh!" the girls shrieked, adding to Quatre's developing headache, and then most of them dove behind the desk.
"So much for being able to take care of yourselves," Quatre mused allowed. His comment's reward was by having a stapler thrown at his face.
He didn't bother ducking it. Rashid grabbed it before it would even harm the young master, and then shot menacing glares at each of the girls and began to move his looming presence toward them, with the hurler as his objective.
"YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO HARM MASTER QUATRE?!?!?!" he bellowed.
The girls shrank further under the desk and behind the chairs. Quatre was highly amused by now and back in his usual good spirits. "Rashid, it's okay. I think they've already learned their lesson..."
He got up from where he had been sitting on the floor, with a hand from Rashid, and now those two were exchanging pleasantries. Once that business was out of the way, Rashid came to the point he had been trying to avoid...
"I'm sorry it had taken so long, Master Quatre. Abdul had troubles adjusting the Leo to the climate and then to the task of shoveling the snow..." he began to almost visibly shift his weight from one foot to the other, as was his fashion when telling Quatre news he'd rather not say but needed too do anyway. Usually, however, people normally couldn't tell he was shifting his weight...
"And?" Quatre prompted. He had already known about that problem. *Must be pretty bad to make his want to shift his weight _that_ much.*
He pulled a plain brown bag out from behind his back, and held it out to Quatre with one hand and bowed as he presented it. "Here is your lunch... I apologize for it taking so long and I take full responsibility for it being cold. I have become to used to the heat of Arabia and didn't think to put it in an insulated container."
Quatre let out one of his casual laughs and said, "That's okay. I don't always need the special treatment, Rashid. But could you do something for me?"
"Of course, sir."
"Could you take those bags..." he said as he started leading Rashid out of the room. He stopped in his track when he heard the girls start babbling over into the phone in the office.
"We-we've found an intruder! He's take--taking Quatre somewhere! Yes-- the new boy--the blond one!"
"I--I think he might hurt him..." another one of them blubbered.
Quatre spun around on his heels and was about to correct them when Rashid roared, "I would _~*NEVER*~_ do that!"
"Easy Rashid," Quatre tried to say soothingly. "They don't know better..."
Then a voice in the hall said, "Maybe I should keep an eye on them... while you and Master Quatre talk, Rashid." Then Abdul came and stood in the doorway.
"OH NO! There is _ANOTHER_ one! HELP! We need help!" The girl yelled into the phone, just before she accidentally clicked the hang-up button on it.
Almost immediately after that was the announcement about Code Red 4 and Code Red 5. As the doors from the school building were heard opening, the doors to the convent opened to reveal a large section of the Maguanacks flooding into the hall.
In the school office, Hilde was screaming about how she wanted her lawyer and couldn't have any more points on her record while Noin was attempting to explain the situation to the police. Mrs. Hargis entered from the adjoining office of Ms. Lydon, the assistant principal, and took one look at Heero and said, "I knew you were involved in this. I was certain you would be trouble from day 1."
"Congratulations, let's see what you won!" a VERY frustrated Duo said, looking away from comforting Hilde. "Let's see... as the first person to suspect something was wrong with us being here... you win... the 'No-DUH!' prize... Oh wait... you _weren't_ the first to have a problem with us being here. I'm sorry about that... you lose. But you can have the prize anyway."
Mrs. Hargis turned to glare at Duo. Hilde, coming out of her state, gave her an "Are you insane?" look at her pathetic little glare and said, "Please? From what I hear, today is just 'Day 2.' Oh... and that glare is _nothing_ compared to some of the looks I've seen so there is no point in trying to make your face freeze that way."
"You are just as bad as those boys over there," Mrs. Hargis said, virtually looking down her nose at Hilde. "Personally, I'd watch my back with those two. From the looks of them, they'll probably grow up to be a bunch of good-for-nothing fly-boys, and from the look of how the girls are reacting around here, they are definite flight risks, too. So I suggest you stop whatever relationship you've got going before you get hurt."
Hilde didn't know who to kill first... this teacher who was being well past snobbish and was seriously out of place, or Duo who must have done something to give her probably cause for these accusations. Luckily, distraction was on the way to save both sets of necks, for now.
Inside the lobby, a familiar voice was heard. "I need to see who was in charge of this operation--their job is over. I'm taking over this investigation," and all around where that voice was heard from, a circle of space was beginning to be formed. From there, a path was made up to the front desk where Zechs was talking to the former officer in charge. The Captain turned around and looked the person challenging his power square in the eye, blocking her view of the school's office.
"You and what military? Just who do you think you are? You come barging in here and demand to be in control?" the large heavyset man said in his firmest tone. "I'll have you know I have some of the finest officers in the city here--and they're doing a mighty fine job of fighting back--even with that convent under siege."
"Lt. Colonel Sally Po of Special Forces, and I have brought with me some of the top representatives of that force," Sally said as the man visibly deflated. "We _can_ take it from here."
"Here to pick up the rest of the top then, are you Sally?" Noin joked over the captain's head.
"NOIN! So that's why I couldn't find you when we received the call to head to this school! Is Zechs and the Colonel or Lady with you too?" she replied, literally pushing the police captain off to the side.
"We got Zechs, Sally, but not Miss Split-personality," Duo said. "Hilde's here, though," Duo added feeling confident that he was back on her good side again.
"Oh, Hilde. How's everything going? I haven't seen you in months..." Sally started talking as if there was no emergency in the building.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!" Mrs. Hargis yelled. "Can't you see that these three people are causing problems in this school? And... and is that a cat?" she added pointing to the feline who just now moved to sit at Heero's feet. "Whatever... probably Vincella's... Anyway--how can you just _socialize_ with the miscreants as if nothing was wrong?!"
Noin whipped around, and was just about to tell this teacher exactly "what was wrong" with them when they all heard a voice with a warning tone come from the hall, "Noin..." Everyone looked over at the doorway and Zechs and Sally and Noin all came to immediate attention. Next Mrs. Hargis saw the three teens also snapped to attention, even Hilde--probably due to the person's "menacing" aura for Lady (yes... "Lady") Une was standing in the doorway.
"At ease..." She said gently, and everyone shifted positions.
"Oh... wow!" a forgotten Sister Vincella gasped... "He... Her-- D..."
"Yes. This time you are seeing what you think you are seeing. That is the peaceful Lady Une..." Duo said rolling his eyes and there was an implied "Blah blah blah" in his tone.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Sister Joan said "calmly" as she returned from searching the building with her officer escorts. "And who are these new people in this building? Don't tell me we have _more_ code reds! We might as well go to code FUCHSIA or _SCARLET_!"
Before anyone else could do anything, Mrs. Hargis went up to the principle and tattled everything... starting with the saluting and going on back all the way to Heero causing the server to crash the previous day. Before anyone could do or say anything more, Sr. Joan snapped, "Everyone--my office... NOW!"
As everyone filed into the principal's office Ms. Lydon--who suddenly came from nowhere (where most of us wish she would have remained)--made an announcement summoning "all male students to the office."
Oh yeah... their cover was most definitely _~*BLOWN*~_
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I sat down about 4 weeks ago and tried to finish this fic... Unfortunately, since I was in a depressed mood I ended up writing this ending with the boys being transferred to SLUH, Abdul ended up shot, Relena was giving speeches to Rosati about being pacifists, and Heero ended up admitting his undying love...
...for ice cream coated in strawberry chocolate sauce but he was telling Nataku while Duo was counting the fortune he had won from Quatre in poker. I also think Rashid might have died in the poker match... I've really tried to block that whole episode out of my mind.
Well, luckily I realized the insanity and improbability of any of that and didn't save it. REALLY didn't think anyone would appreciate reading that massive plot twist, but I hope you like the ones I cooked up in this ending. There will be more, but I'm leaving the country soon so please forgive me for not getting anything out right away. Reviews are still greatly appreciated.
Have a great summer everyone--and please review... and I'll love you forever if you read "The Village" and give me honest reviews of it!!!
Axisor
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PS-I hope the wait was worth this... I made it nice and long just to make up for it.
By: Axisor
IHeero slid down the banister and around the corner without a thought. Noin and Zechs were right on his heels, though running down the actual stairs. When they reached 2nd floor, a frantic Duo ran up yelling "SAVE ME!!!!!" and hid behind the menacing figures of Heero and Zechs. Behind him was a furious Hilde... running with scissors./I
That's where I left you guys so long ago in the story line. (I hope that html coding works...) Much has happened since that Thursday, March 16th, when I posted part 6. I know I've been holding you in suspense for a great deal of time, and I'm sorry. As I have said, many things have happened in my life, including getting a BF and at least 4 reports. I also worked on my original fiction, which was getting sorely neglected as I wrote fanfictions (and the skills of original writing were getting rusty. I noticed that when I wrote for a short story contest). But enough stalling... on to the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. The school exists. The teachers exist, so they don't count as OCs so if you want, you can use them, though I don't know why you would want to.
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"HEEEEEEEELP!!!!" Duo screamed, dropping to one knee as Hilde tried to grab his braid. Heero easily blocked the snatching hand as he administered the DeathGlare to Duo.
"What did you do this time?" he asked his cowering friend as calmly as if he was asking Duo to pass him the rolls or what the computer class homework was. Though, come to think of it, Heero would probably sound like that even if there were about 30 nuclear missiles aimed at him... while he was doing his homework or wanting a dinner roll.
"I didn't do anything! It's all _WUFEI'S_ fault!" Duo yelled as he cowered, clutching his cherished braid to his chest.
"Oh really...." Hilde said, pulling out another pair of scissors and moving closer to her prey. Zechs moved to intercept her, but then she held up her scissors as she said, "I can cut your hair just as easily as I can cut his... and I can cut it as short as Noin's even!"
Zechs flinched a little, but didn't back down. "Hair is hair. It will eventually grow back. I won't _COWER_ just at the thought of losing it."
"True..." Hilde said. She let a small malicious grin spread across her face as she opened the scissors and balled her hands into fists around the hinge-- blades held toward Zechs' neck and chest, "but these can cut other things too... maybe not kill, but mar and scar."
Then she got the desired reaction. Zechs not only stepped back to where he was, he moved behind Duo and "nudged" him forward saying, "Suck it in. Be a man. Fight your own battle." Then Zechs moved back even further and proceeded to keep Duo between him and Hilde's blades.
Duo just fell on his butt, and when he attempted to scurry back to his place behind Heero, he bumped into Heero's legs. Duo stayed there, since the glare he was receiving said that that was all the protection he was going to get at the moment. *Just like him, * Duo thought. *He'll take on an entire army by himself... even in a Leo, but women problems? 'No thank you!' He stays clear of those, even when they aren't his own little spats. Let's just see what happens the next time he needs help with his girl problems... and in this school, it shouldn't take too long for them to start causing him huge headaches.*
"What are you grinning about?" Hilde snapped as her gaze became intense and one could almost see the flames leaping in her eyes. Duo paled slightly, but he couldn't remove the smirk from his face. Part of his mind was off and plotting the way he would turn Heero's actions against him...
"Um... guys?" Noin said, speaking up for the first time since Hilde entered the scene. "We really need to get those drawings and get back to work on the base. And... I think I hear someone coming."
As if cueing-- which it more or less was a cue in my little author mind for the transition-- someone did come! Sister Vincella came up to start the sweep on her end of the hall (and to check out all the yelling that was going on). She dropped the stuffed cougar she was carrying for protection and stuttered...
"He-- Du-- Here-- Duo? Heero? Duo-- Heero, dears? Please, sweethearts-- tell me I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing...."
"Well, that depends on what you think you're seeing," Heero said blandly, ignoring the looks on Noin, Hilde, and Zechs--_especially Zechs'_--faces.
"What?" She asked looking _incredibly_ confused, then the light dawned. "OH YOU SMART allelic!" She almost yelled as she inadvertently kicked the cougar at Heero. "Sorry... you're right..." she seemed much more relaxed... _seemed_ that is until she looked up again. "Is... is that.... Mill...Mill-- Pea-- craft? Mill Pearaft doce? Um.. Millardo Peacecraft?"
Duo looked up over his shoulder, momentarily taking his eyes off of Hilde's scissors though clutching the braid tighter, and looked at the long blond haired man. "Well... he's not wearing the mask... so he could be... but..." and he let it hang there until Sister prompted him. "He did go by Zechs with the White Fang and he had no mask... so I don't know."
He didn't even stop when he saw the deep scowl cross the older pilot's face... "Excuse me, sir? May I inquire as to who you are today?"
His answer was a swift kick to the rear...
"Nope, sorry Sister. I won't lie to a nun. This isn't Millardo Peacecraft, though Relena is his sister. Zechs Marquies, I'm at your foot's service."
Sister looked sadly disappointed... then became very confused. "How--?" Heero cut her off with a look. "Okay... I'll wait till later...." she said as she quickly retrieved her cougar and held it tight.
"Don't worry Sister. Blondie probably doesn't understand it himself!" Duo said with a grin, his immediate danger totally forgotten.
Then, without warning, Zechs lunged at the braid and seized it in his hand. "NEVER_CALL_ME_BLONDIE!!!!"
"AHHHH!!!!!!" both Sister Vincella and Duo exclaimed over the "Uhn..." which Heero grunted as he fell to the ground as an effect of Zechs yanking Duo up.
A figure came running up the hall. "What's going on here?" was echoed ahead of the figure. "Vincella! Stay back!"
"Nancy! It's--"
"A hostage situation. I see that. Threatening them with a weapon too..." Ms. Mueller noted with a nod of her head at the scissors Hilde held... with Heero face down at her feet.
Suddenly a black-haired something came bolting up the stairs and started attacking Zechs, who had to drop the braid to fend off the attacker.
"Heero!" Noin shouted as she tried to rip Trevor off of Zechs while attempting to not injure him, him, or herself--that's _trying_. She was getting her hands very badly scratched up!
"I knew those boys would be trouble," Ms. Mueller muttered as she tried to figure out who to defend-- or at least who was the attacker here.
"Trevor! DOWN! I am not a hostage!" Heero commanded as his head came up. His normally emotionless face had transformed into another well-known face... his Battle Face!
Trevor stopped in mid-swipe. "Meow?" he asked innocently, then jumped away from the bleeding Zechs and Noin to sit obediently in front of the enraged (as much as he can be... well, maybe more than he can be) Heero.
"I told you to stay-- no! I _ORDERED_ you to stay in the room and guard it! Then what do you do? You make me look like I haven't trained you at all by going around and stealing cell phones and beepers. I don't care if you trash Duo's hair, but do it when I say it's okay! ("Hey! So you _always_ said he could do that?!?!") Then I tell you to stay in the room, _again_, and here you are! I should have you court-martialed for insubordination!" Heero yelled at his feline.
"Meeeooowwwww...." Trevor whined, then laid down in a submissive position.
Everyone else backed away... slowly... Heero looked ready to kill, and his wild uncontrolled hair didn't help. Actually, it did. It just added to his deadly look. From his crouched position, he lunged at Hilde and grabbed the 2 pairs of scissors then stepped aside just in time to miss the tackle Duo tried to give him... and ended up giving to Hilde.
"None of that now..." Heero said as he started to calm down and reached down to pull... or yank depending on who you were, Duo to his feet once more.
"EVERYONE STOP PULLING ON MY HAIR!!!!" Duo yelled as he whipped his braid out from Heero's hands and began to stroke it protectingly... then massaging his scalp with the other hand.
Heero ignored the pleas of his best friend to turn to his best-trained friend. "You still haven't told me why you thought you could--no _should_ have disobeyed me!"
Trevor _crawled_ to Sister Vincella's feet and he meowed up at the shocked nun. She had secretly believed that cat's were far more intelligent than they acted, but this was pushing the envelope, to an entirely new level.
Heero's head suddenly dropped to his chest as realization dawned on him. After his head hit his chest, the rest of him suddenly dropped to the floor as he wrapped Trevor tenderly in his arms. "I'm sorry. I told you to listen to her and me... and when she dismissed our class..." he let his sentence hang in the air and be replaced by purrs...
"Awwww...." Ms. Mueller said. "How touching.... Now all I need is _all_ of you to follow me to Sister Joan's office. I'm sure there is _some_ explanation for what's going on here and since no one seems willing to tell me...." she let it hang. When no one did anything, however, she smugly added, "I'm sure all of you will be willing to tell the principle, the police..."
That got the reaction she was looking for! Hilde made a move to run away... the last thing she needed to deal with was the police. However, Miss Bartley, who came out of her room at some point in this "discussion" cut off her route. "I want to talk to my lawyer!" Hilde exclaimed as the rest of the people started to follow Sister Vincella to the previously mentioned office.
"Don't worry, Hilde-babe," Duo said, trying to reassure the one person who had threatened to shave him bald not even 8 minutes and 32 seconds ago!
"I'm calling Une now," Noin said as she carefully dialed the number in her cell phone with her scratched up fingers.
"CODE RED. CODE RED. TEACHERS--CODE RED. YES, ANOTHER CODE RED." Came over the intercoms. "FOR THOSE KEEPING TRACK, THIS IS CODE RED 4 AND CODE RED 5!"
Duo fell into step with Heero and whispered, "Do you want to make a bet that we know those 2 too?" Heero just shook his head and continued following the 3 "caught" intruders.
Meanwhile... in the gym, where Trowa was looking out the gym windows--the equivalent of a second story windows-- more police cars were spotted. Then some familiar looking cars started to show up. As one of them stopped in front of Rosati, Trowa recognized the passenger--Sally Po!
Trowa decided he should probably go down and report what was going on to her, like any good soldier would. As he brought his head back into the building, he heard the red alert notices, and _almost_ rolled his eyes. *Enough is Enough already!* he thought.
He looked down to he gym floor to make sure there weren't any teachers lurking in the gym, or any intruders for that matter, with the high numbers they were reaching the chances were good that there _was_ an intruder in his area and he saw Lady Une standing there... No wait... it was Colonel Une! She had the glasses and the braided buns. As he looked down on her, she looked up at him. "Down here now, Barton, and prepare to be debriefed."
"Yes ma'am." He said with a salute, and did a forward flip off the window ledge and landed squarely and soundly on the floor.
Though while he was flying in the air he heard, "CODE RED. YES, YET ANOTHER CODE RED. NUMBER 6. WOULD ANYONE ELSE SPOTTING AN INTRUDER JUST SEND A TEACHER TO THE OFFICE WITH HIM OR HER? ALL TEACHERS REPORT TO YOUR CLASSROOMS AND ALLOW THE POLICE TO SEARCH THE BUILDING. This is getting ridiculous." Obviously, Sister Joan didn't mean to have that last part heard.
Just as Trowa started the debriefing, he heard the gym doors from the music hall opening. Une, on reflex, pulled out her gun and pointed it at the figure, aiming towards his heart. Mr. Wallace's not so menacing figured was squarely in the doorway, and he paled. Trowa flipped over Une and quickly disarmed her saying, "He's no enemy, Colonel, ma'am. He's just the chemistry teacher."
"That's what you think he is," the Colonel said, her multiple personalities showing their wear on her. "Chemistry is a wonderful thing. You can make just about anything with it, be super-smart, and just claim to teach and get away with anything..."
Trowa _did_ roll his eyes at that, and Mr. Wallace swallowed hard. He then sharply inhaled a breath as he saw her cock _another_ gun.... then paled to a shade resembling white, bleached sheets as he saw her release the trigger.
BBBBAAAAANNNNGGGG!
Trowa had calmly reached out and tilted the gun up and over so it shot over Mr. Wallace's head and out the window... the one Trowa had just been standing in.
"Mr. Wallace," he said calmly. "Would you please come over here. We need to take you into custody."
That was the straw to break this camel's back. "You? You want to take _me_ into custody? _You_ are the one with an intruder with you! Take _her_ into custody!" He started cracking up, and was no problem for Trowa to subdue, especially after he had both of Colonel Une's guns.
*That was close,* Trowa thought looking at the gun he now held. *If Colonel Une-- If I hadn't moved the gun before she actually tried to shoot at Mr. Wallace... Life would be much more complicated.*
"Now what do we do with him?" Trowa asked the Colonel just as he phone rang.
"Hold on a second, Barton," she said, as she answered it and walked down to the other end of the gym.
"What's going on here?" Mr. Wallace asked as his wits were returning to him.
"That's a long story, and I don't feel like talking that much," Trowa said blandly. "But don't worry. I won't let her shoot you," *not that she could with the one gun loaded with blanks and the other gun a water gun weighted with sand,* Trowa finished in thought. No one really trusted her with real weapons anymore because who knows what would happen if her 2 personalities ever met... but the "Colonel" needed to have guns near; the "Lady" still can't stand violence, but is okay with the fake artillery.
"That's good," he said, almost rolling his eyes as he thought, *What kind of kid is this guy? How the heck-- I'm not sure I really want to know, but I think I'm going to have to find out... and tell the Guidance Office! This boy really needs some help-- and probably the other 4 too!*
The intercom system came on, and another announcement was made, much to Trowa's dismay, but it wasn't anything like he was expecting. "We're down to just 3 code reds now. No, it's not because some of those reports were duplicated, either. Three of the intruders have been caught and are currently being taken into custody. The police have arrived as well, and are helping with the search, but I need for the-- hold on a second," Sister Joan said by way of her announcement, though a phone was heard ringing in the background along with someone urgently getting Sister to pick it up.
She did, however, forget to turn _off_ the microphone through the course of the conversation. "Hello? Yes... WHAT? EXCHANGE--exchange hostages?.... three for one? Who-- WALLACE? You have Chris? What? The intercom is still on-- OH... We have everything under control; there is nothing to worry about." (Obviously she just was informed that the PA was still on) "You will receive uh-- more information at a later time. Please remain calm." Then the system was quickly cut off.
A few minutes later, Colonel Une came back to where Trowa was holding Mr. Wallace prisoner. "She's not cooperating. Execute him." Trowa was in such an utter state of shock he allowed his jaw to drop--about 1 to 1.5 centimeters--and his eyes widened as well--almost 3 to 4 millimeters.
*When did this personality reach such an extreme?* He asked himself, then did something that would have caused the Perfect Soldier to frown. He ignored a direct order.
"SILENCER!" Une yelled at him when she realized he ignored her order. "Exterminate that man. Follow your orders _soldier_!"
Trowa looked over at the man he had been instructed to eliminate. Mr. Wallace was sweating bullets and praying he wouldn't be shot by any. "He has not laid eyes on a Gundam. I can't let any enemies who see Gundam live; those are my orders," Trowa then let out a sigh and turned squared shoulders to the Colonel. "I also have standing orders to up hold what the Preventers stand for. Therefore, my orders to destroy those threatening the peace we fought to establish and protect the innocent override your orders."
The two top Preventers then held a glaring contest at each other. They glared... and stared... and glared some more. Trowa was thankful for all the "lessons" Heero had given in how to do this, and the fact that he knew how to make his mind go completely blank, or else the Colonel may have won. The contest ended in a draw, however, as they both managed to see Mr. Wallace's attempt to get away out of the corner of their eyes.
"Fine! But he's still a hostage--find some place to put him until we come to an 'understanding.'" Okay... to keep from dragging this scene out too much longer Trowa decided to take Mr. Wallace and hold him up in the lighting booth located on the café's roof... Unfortunately, Trowa didn't know about the entrance to it on the INSIDE of the school so he went outside and scaled the building with Mr. Wallace tied to his back (a passed out Mr. Wallace... he was just too overwhelmed).
So imagine if you would the acrobat scaling an outside wall with a man at least his own height, if not taller, strapped to his back... and remember it is still winter in the fic so there is ice everywhere as well. I think it's is best to say that it's a GOOD thing Mr. Wallace was passed out. Once Trowa reached the top of the café, he walked through the large amount of snow and picked the lock into the booth. Once picked, Trowa entered and set his chem. teacher down on the floor, locked the door behind him and waited for further instructions.
By now, the police were scouring the first floor, so Wufei took cover in a little office type room at one end of the 1st floor... which just happened to end up being the guidance office. Mrs. Pelker, the head guidance counselor came out of her mini-office in the office and saw the young man with his hand still on the knob.
"You can't go out there, Wufei Chang--YES, I know your name. We decided you were in the first half of the alphabet so you are my concern," as she ushered him into here office. He unwillingly complied and sat stiffly down in the chair opposite her desk, which she moved to sit behind.
"That's Chang Wufei..." he grumbled well under his breath.
"Now Wufei... tell me a little about your self," Mrs. Pelker asked. When he replied "humph!" she pressed him further and got as far as receiving only answers of "yes" and "no." Well, there were some "no comment"'s but she classified herself by his promptness of reaction. Once the conversation progressed to the point where he kept answering, "I can't tell you that" she gave up and looked over her notes...
"You seem to have a strong sense of right and wrong, good and bad, just and unjust, Wufei. It's so strongly established it almost makes me question your story of being brought up by a normal family..." when Mrs. Pelker let that hang in the air, Wufei stiffened more visibly.
"Not that that's necessarily the case. Mind you, I haven't really had the opportunity to study any girls-- um... children who grew up in the cold harness of space, so there might not have been anything wrong. Please answer me this one question, and you don't have to if it's too personal," she persisted her tone trying to atone for offending him, yet subtly provoke him into answering. He, on the other hand, was a puzzle to her, and at the rate the intruders were coming they'd have all day to talk...
Wufei almost rolled his eyes, stifled a yawn, and muttered something about "typical weak onnas" under his breath, which she took more notes on.
"Not that a tough guy like you would have any fears from me..." Yep! Obvious provocation now. "Did you lose anyone close to you in the past?"
"You mean _besides_ my wife dying?" That was mainly for the shock value... Wufei was definitely bored. "Yeah... my entire clan and colony have been destroyed. I'd say I've lost some people close to me..."
"Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that..." she said sincerely as she started jotting down some more information. "Was it one of those nasty, destructive, horrible, evil Gundams?"
"What makes you think that?" He asked, instantly on the defensive.
"I heard about one that was blowing up colonies, though I also heard they were all a bunch of renegades," she said matter-of-factually as she put down her papers. "Bunch of hoodlums no doubt, and that white dragon one was a real mystery. None of us could figure out where he stood on anything."
Luckily she looked down just then as Wufei lost control of his "facemask" and let pure rage cross it. "Well... I think I figured out where you should go, at least, to do you service project. There is an institution in the area where battered women can go to escape their husbands or boyfriends and restart their lives." She then started rummaging in her drawers, "Obviously you would be a good example to them on how to over come devastating violence and maybe you'll even be able to teach them to fight back. You'd be able to make these women strong enough to show their faces back to the world and then fight for their rights and maybe even to seek justice."
A tired Quatre was trying to get his work done, but the girls wouldn't let him. They were bored, and slightly scared, and tried to find distraction. The solution to their problem became obvious--Quatre. They kept asking him everything from his favorite color to his darkest secret. They wanted to know if had any sisters, where he lived, where he came from... you name it--they asked it _all!_
Finally he said, after his small devilish side had been annoyed enough to actually show up, "What are you trying to do? Write about on the Winner heir?"
They were all confused... and asked even more questions of Quatre... *Oh heck! I blew it!* he thought... "Hey! Can I get your opinion on my essay?" Eventually changing the topic.
"'If the human factor is taken out of fighting a war, then the cause of the war has a possibility of being weak or pointless. Because the fighters and supporters don't have to decide if the cause is really worth dying for, they decide just if its worth all that money to buy, build and maintain the machines that will do the fighting instead.' So how's that?" Quatre asked, looking up at his audience.
No one said anything... until all the girls broke out laughing. Then a voice came from behind him, "I enjoyed it Master Quatre"
"Ahhhh!" the girls shrieked, adding to Quatre's developing headache, and then most of them dove behind the desk.
"So much for being able to take care of yourselves," Quatre mused allowed. His comment's reward was by having a stapler thrown at his face.
He didn't bother ducking it. Rashid grabbed it before it would even harm the young master, and then shot menacing glares at each of the girls and began to move his looming presence toward them, with the hurler as his objective.
"YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO HARM MASTER QUATRE?!?!?!" he bellowed.
The girls shrank further under the desk and behind the chairs. Quatre was highly amused by now and back in his usual good spirits. "Rashid, it's okay. I think they've already learned their lesson..."
He got up from where he had been sitting on the floor, with a hand from Rashid, and now those two were exchanging pleasantries. Once that business was out of the way, Rashid came to the point he had been trying to avoid...
"I'm sorry it had taken so long, Master Quatre. Abdul had troubles adjusting the Leo to the climate and then to the task of shoveling the snow..." he began to almost visibly shift his weight from one foot to the other, as was his fashion when telling Quatre news he'd rather not say but needed too do anyway. Usually, however, people normally couldn't tell he was shifting his weight...
"And?" Quatre prompted. He had already known about that problem. *Must be pretty bad to make his want to shift his weight _that_ much.*
He pulled a plain brown bag out from behind his back, and held it out to Quatre with one hand and bowed as he presented it. "Here is your lunch... I apologize for it taking so long and I take full responsibility for it being cold. I have become to used to the heat of Arabia and didn't think to put it in an insulated container."
Quatre let out one of his casual laughs and said, "That's okay. I don't always need the special treatment, Rashid. But could you do something for me?"
"Of course, sir."
"Could you take those bags..." he said as he started leading Rashid out of the room. He stopped in his track when he heard the girls start babbling over into the phone in the office.
"We-we've found an intruder! He's take--taking Quatre somewhere! Yes-- the new boy--the blond one!"
"I--I think he might hurt him..." another one of them blubbered.
Quatre spun around on his heels and was about to correct them when Rashid roared, "I would _~*NEVER*~_ do that!"
"Easy Rashid," Quatre tried to say soothingly. "They don't know better..."
Then a voice in the hall said, "Maybe I should keep an eye on them... while you and Master Quatre talk, Rashid." Then Abdul came and stood in the doorway.
"OH NO! There is _ANOTHER_ one! HELP! We need help!" The girl yelled into the phone, just before she accidentally clicked the hang-up button on it.
Almost immediately after that was the announcement about Code Red 4 and Code Red 5. As the doors from the school building were heard opening, the doors to the convent opened to reveal a large section of the Maguanacks flooding into the hall.
In the school office, Hilde was screaming about how she wanted her lawyer and couldn't have any more points on her record while Noin was attempting to explain the situation to the police. Mrs. Hargis entered from the adjoining office of Ms. Lydon, the assistant principal, and took one look at Heero and said, "I knew you were involved in this. I was certain you would be trouble from day 1."
"Congratulations, let's see what you won!" a VERY frustrated Duo said, looking away from comforting Hilde. "Let's see... as the first person to suspect something was wrong with us being here... you win... the 'No-DUH!' prize... Oh wait... you _weren't_ the first to have a problem with us being here. I'm sorry about that... you lose. But you can have the prize anyway."
Mrs. Hargis turned to glare at Duo. Hilde, coming out of her state, gave her an "Are you insane?" look at her pathetic little glare and said, "Please? From what I hear, today is just 'Day 2.' Oh... and that glare is _nothing_ compared to some of the looks I've seen so there is no point in trying to make your face freeze that way."
"You are just as bad as those boys over there," Mrs. Hargis said, virtually looking down her nose at Hilde. "Personally, I'd watch my back with those two. From the looks of them, they'll probably grow up to be a bunch of good-for-nothing fly-boys, and from the look of how the girls are reacting around here, they are definite flight risks, too. So I suggest you stop whatever relationship you've got going before you get hurt."
Hilde didn't know who to kill first... this teacher who was being well past snobbish and was seriously out of place, or Duo who must have done something to give her probably cause for these accusations. Luckily, distraction was on the way to save both sets of necks, for now.
Inside the lobby, a familiar voice was heard. "I need to see who was in charge of this operation--their job is over. I'm taking over this investigation," and all around where that voice was heard from, a circle of space was beginning to be formed. From there, a path was made up to the front desk where Zechs was talking to the former officer in charge. The Captain turned around and looked the person challenging his power square in the eye, blocking her view of the school's office.
"You and what military? Just who do you think you are? You come barging in here and demand to be in control?" the large heavyset man said in his firmest tone. "I'll have you know I have some of the finest officers in the city here--and they're doing a mighty fine job of fighting back--even with that convent under siege."
"Lt. Colonel Sally Po of Special Forces, and I have brought with me some of the top representatives of that force," Sally said as the man visibly deflated. "We _can_ take it from here."
"Here to pick up the rest of the top then, are you Sally?" Noin joked over the captain's head.
"NOIN! So that's why I couldn't find you when we received the call to head to this school! Is Zechs and the Colonel or Lady with you too?" she replied, literally pushing the police captain off to the side.
"We got Zechs, Sally, but not Miss Split-personality," Duo said. "Hilde's here, though," Duo added feeling confident that he was back on her good side again.
"Oh, Hilde. How's everything going? I haven't seen you in months..." Sally started talking as if there was no emergency in the building.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!" Mrs. Hargis yelled. "Can't you see that these three people are causing problems in this school? And... and is that a cat?" she added pointing to the feline who just now moved to sit at Heero's feet. "Whatever... probably Vincella's... Anyway--how can you just _socialize_ with the miscreants as if nothing was wrong?!"
Noin whipped around, and was just about to tell this teacher exactly "what was wrong" with them when they all heard a voice with a warning tone come from the hall, "Noin..." Everyone looked over at the doorway and Zechs and Sally and Noin all came to immediate attention. Next Mrs. Hargis saw the three teens also snapped to attention, even Hilde--probably due to the person's "menacing" aura for Lady (yes... "Lady") Une was standing in the doorway.
"At ease..." She said gently, and everyone shifted positions.
"Oh... wow!" a forgotten Sister Vincella gasped... "He... Her-- D..."
"Yes. This time you are seeing what you think you are seeing. That is the peaceful Lady Une..." Duo said rolling his eyes and there was an implied "Blah blah blah" in his tone.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Sister Joan said "calmly" as she returned from searching the building with her officer escorts. "And who are these new people in this building? Don't tell me we have _more_ code reds! We might as well go to code FUCHSIA or _SCARLET_!"
Before anyone else could do anything, Mrs. Hargis went up to the principle and tattled everything... starting with the saluting and going on back all the way to Heero causing the server to crash the previous day. Before anyone could do or say anything more, Sr. Joan snapped, "Everyone--my office... NOW!"
As everyone filed into the principal's office Ms. Lydon--who suddenly came from nowhere (where most of us wish she would have remained)--made an announcement summoning "all male students to the office."
Oh yeah... their cover was most definitely _~*BLOWN*~_
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I sat down about 4 weeks ago and tried to finish this fic... Unfortunately, since I was in a depressed mood I ended up writing this ending with the boys being transferred to SLUH, Abdul ended up shot, Relena was giving speeches to Rosati about being pacifists, and Heero ended up admitting his undying love...
...for ice cream coated in strawberry chocolate sauce but he was telling Nataku while Duo was counting the fortune he had won from Quatre in poker. I also think Rashid might have died in the poker match... I've really tried to block that whole episode out of my mind.
Well, luckily I realized the insanity and improbability of any of that and didn't save it. REALLY didn't think anyone would appreciate reading that massive plot twist, but I hope you like the ones I cooked up in this ending. There will be more, but I'm leaving the country soon so please forgive me for not getting anything out right away. Reviews are still greatly appreciated.
Have a great summer everyone--and please review... and I'll love you forever if you read "The Village" and give me honest reviews of it!!!
Axisor
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PS-I hope the wait was worth this... I made it nice and long just to make up for it.