At least half awake by now Emelia walked arm in arm with Duo to the park
Title: Jahanam (4/?)
Rating: crappy… but hopefully getting better
Pairings: …if it gets going 1x2 3x4 
WARNINGS: UH crappy story..self insertion… attempt at
humour… OOC cause I cant write…etc there be bad

writing ahead..

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At least half awake by now Emelia walked arm in arm with Duo to the park. "YAWN..can't wait to get back home..I can go back to bed until a decent hour" Laughing Emelia said "Well at least you can..i gotta do this…whatever you want to call it…I mean isn't getting up this early enough torture?!"

"Woo hoo!" Duo yelled and ran and glomped on Trowa. "You are my savior Trowa, bed here I come!" Still buzzing around Trowa Duo did a quick introduction. "Emelia this is Trowa. A man of very few words. Trowa this is Emelia. Now I let you two have your fun and I'll go back to bed!" "C ya Duo. Oh and when u get time get those photos developed cause I'd like a copy!" Emelia called as she waved, turning back to Trowa she asked "Well, what next?"

Without answering Trowa walked over to the car and hopped in. Shrugging Emelia followed and jumped in. "Did you bring a gun?" Emelia looked at Trowa surprised to hear him speak. "Uh…sure I did. Why?" Starting the car up he said "We are going to a shooting gallery." Too busy watching the sunrise over the mountains Emelia replied "Oh…"

"It'll take us half an hour or more to get there." Nodding Emelia settled into the seat and fell into a light doze.

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Waking up Emelia felt a hand on her shoulder shaking her lightly. Opening one eye she found it to be Trowa "We're here." Yawning she sat up and got out of the car. Following behind Trowa she watched as he waked up and knocked on the door to the gallery. Standing behind him he motioned for her to stand in front of the door.Just then the door opened and an old lady in her dressing gown appeared in the doorway. "What do you people want?! The gallery doesn't open until 9…so go away." Feeling a nudge in her ribs Emelia stepped forward. "Excuse us for bothering you this early ma'am, but can we please use the gallery…I…I have a test today and I need the practice." Giving her an innocent girl look the woman hummed and ahhhed for a few minutes before she opened the door to let them in. "Sure, Why not. You from the OZ base? See lots of you young whipersnapers 'round here practicing. It's nice see you young'uns getting involved in something worthwhile. You and your 'friend' go and 'practice'…" With that… and a smug look on her face the old woman walked away. "Oh yeah, come and tell me when you're leaving my dears!"

Trying to keep a straight face Emelia and Trowa made their way into the shooting gallery. "So… I guess I have to prove to you I can shoot or something?" Trowa nodded his bang never moving. Privately Emelia wondered if his bang ever did move…

Trowa walked up to the end bay and placed a target sheet on the peg. "Show me your gun." Puzzled Emelia pulled out her smaller gun and showed it to him. Gauging the caliber of the gun he moved the target halfway along the pit(1). He silently handed over a case full of blanks, which he pulled from under the desk. "Shoot for the head and heart." Shrugging Emelia took the bullets and reloaded her gun emptying her bullets into her pocket. Raising the gun she looked at the target and shot. It was too close to bother aiming for. Pulling it back in Trowa said nothing as he changed the target to a smaller one. This time he moved it all the way back. "Four shots. Head, heart and shoulders." Were the only things he said.

Blinking to clear her eyes Emelia absently wished she had her glasses with her. She wasn't short sighted but it helped to be able to see your target properly to get an accurate shot in. Taking careful aim this time she shot off the head and heart then resighted for the shoulders. Mumbling out loud she said "Should 've brought my glasses...then I'd be able to see the damn thing!" Trowa made no indication of hearing this comment but when he brought the target in he took a closer look as to where the bullets hit.

Tearing up the 2 sheets of paper he motioned towards a simulator in the corner. Moving across to it Emelia was reminded of the simulator she used in her training. Only this one was much more rougher. Pulling out a token from somewhere Trowa put it in the machine and said "Play." Emelia looked closely at Trowa…or as close as she could get taking into consideration his bang. "Well, you really are a man of very few words." Turning back to the simulator she looked at the 2 guns connected to it. Pink and Blue. Turning up her nose at the pink one she picked up the blue one. She was surprised to find it was actually modeled on a real gun and actually balanced. Quickly reading the on-screen instructions she raised her gun and started to play.

Once she got started only a bomb blowing up the place could have gotten her to stop. Humming a tune which sounded amazingly like 'Hi ho hi ho it's hand grenades we throw…' she ruthlessly killed her competition and demolished the scoreboard. Typing her name in as EVIL on the top of the scoreboard she turned back To Trowa who had been unobtrusively standing behind her the whole time. "Anything else?" she asked with a devilish twinkle in her eye. Shaking his head Emelia was still surprised to find that his bang still didn't move. "Now I take you to Quatre." With that he left the gallery, leaving Emelia to say goodbye to the old lady. Muttering as she left she said "That was really sadistic…sweet old lady my butt…"

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(1) No I do not know what I am talking about…im taking an educated guess…he he ^_-

Oki..now I gotta think of the next part… oh well…I've still got a few days of holidays left to do it in..he he

UM: ur damn right.