I Dreamed of Angels
Part Three D
"But I want chocolate. This is mocha. I
*hate* mocha."
Quatre was staring at the ice cream on his
hands that was slowly dripping from its cone.
"C'mon Quatre. Mocha tastes a lot better."
Duo said, pointing to Heero and Wufei who were rapidly consuming their mocha
flavored ice cream.
"But..." his words were cut off when his
ice cream toppled over its cone and landed squarely on his shirt.
"Oh dear!" a woman exclaimed from her
position behind the counter.
"C'mon dear. Let's get you cleaned up." She
handed over the cone she was holding to her companion and brought Quatre to the
back, intent on getting him cleaned up.
While the three were waiting by the
counter, an irritated Trowa stomped in angrily with an army of servants behind
him.
"You idiots better be right. I hate this
part of town and I'm not coming back here ever again. After I get those
ornaments, we're leaving!"
He pushed the three boys who were blocking
his way and demanded that he be served ice cream.
"Lady, I want three scoops of chocolate ice
cream right now. Make it fast."
The other woman at the counter was
surprised at such a rude remark coming from such a sweet looking boy.
Before Trowa could even reach for his thick
wallet, though, a small finger poked him, immediately calling his attention.
"That was not nice." Wufei said while Heero
and Duo silently agreed with him. Heero stared at the rude little boy and
pointed his water gun at him.
"Yeah!" Duo agreed.
Doing as Heero did, he brought out his
newest toy of destruction - 'The Deathscythe' and began threatening the other
boy with it.
"Your puny weapons can't hurt me!" Trowa
said.
He grabbed Duo's toy, dropped it on the
floor and began stomping it until all that was left were scraps, remainders of
a once perfect toy.
"That's funny. I think I'm crying." he said
with obvious sarcasm and laughed manically, calling the attention of everyone
in the ice cream shop.
Duo tried to hold back his tears as he
stared at his broken toy. Heero and Wufei did not approve of such malicious
actions so they decided to take revenge on the other boy.
Heero pointed his water gun once again at
Trowa, but this time, he pulled the trigger. Trowa's face was instantly
splattered with water.
"How dare you!" Trowa screamed. He
immediately retrieved his newest state of the art toy. It was a thick, triple
action machine gun, complete with missiles and a removable bazooka.
Heero remained calm and unfazed as tons of
plastic bullets hit him. Wufei, on the other hand, was preparing for his
attack. He was already starting to take out his plastic sword when he was
unfortunately held back.
"I leave you kids for one minute and you
all start fighting."
It was the woman who had brought Quatre to
the back earlier.
"He started it!" Wufei said and pointed at
Trowa, intending to defend his and his friends' honor.
"I don't care who started it." the woman
answered. "Everyone better make up right now before I get Quatre out. You know
how upset he gets when he sees you boys fighting."
Trowa just laughed at the woman's
statement.
"Oh, I'm so scared." he said, mocking her.
It was obviously a fake display.
"What kind of toy does your Quatre have
anyway? What? Is he gonna wave his fairy wand and make bad little me
disappear?"
"You're very close." was Duo's answer.
Trowa was slightly caught off guard by the
unexpected remark. He then looked at Wufei who had decided to join in.
"Well, he's got magic 'cause he's an angel.
He's going to umm..." Wufei had to pause and think over what exactly angels
did. "He's, umm... going to give you to the bad people?" That was the best
explanation he could think of.
"Liars!" Trowa exclaimed. "Angels are not
real!" His eyes were suspiciously filling with unshed tears at the mention of
the word 'angel'.
"Slaves!" he quickly called out to his
servants, hoping that his reaction was not noticed. "Buy me some ice cream and
bring it to me in the car. I don't want to see them anymore."
One of the servant proceeded to the counter
to purchase his master's desire while Trowa stormed out of the ice cream shop.
Just as the door slammed shut signaling
Trowa's departure, the curtains to the back of the counter shuffled signaling
Quatre's arrival.
"This shirt is too big." Quatre said as he
struggled against tripping over the shirt he was wearing. Everyone immediately
turned their attention to him, mouths ajar.
"What?" he asked.
What had caught the people's attention was
Quatre's attire and how the little boy had positioned himself in front of the
counter.
He was wearing a large, white shirt that
covered his arms and reached far below his knees, making it look like a flowing
garment. Behind him was a painting of flying ice cream cones and clouds. On the
top were the words 'ice cream cone heaven' with the 'o' from cone the only
letter lighting up. It was perfectly tilted to the side, making it look like a
glowing, oblong ring.
When one would look from where they stood,
they would notice that Quatre, in his white outfit, had wings and a heavenly
ring around his head. He was positioned amidst painted clouds.
Everyone kept on looking from the closed
door of the shop to the angel that stood by the counter. They looked back and
forth and then questioned each other, noting that those coincidences were very,
very disturbing.
Suddenly, a loud scream coming from outside
caught their attention.
"I said chocolate. This is mocha. I *hate*
mocha."
Quatre smiled at the remark, clapped his
hands together and looked at Duo saying "See? I told you so!"