Chapter 6- Dejavu





Dorothy Catalonia landed on the sandy beach with a small gust of wind. She glanced over to where Quatre had passed out, and slowly guided the wind to fly her over. Examining his sun burnt body, she was pleased to find he didn't change over the course of two years. His body was still lithe and slim, his hair still hanging down in his face in a messy set of bangs. Dorothy smiled. His personality was probably the same, too. Sweet, daring, smart.She sighed and reached her hand out, stroking his forehead. Quatre mumbled for a second, a scared look passing across his features. Without warning, she felt something sharp stab her in the side, soaking her blouse with blood. "What the.what the hell.?" She panted, clutching her side, which was now numbing in pain. She fell to the ground, the salt soaked sand stinging her body. "Miss.Miss Dorothy?!" She heard Quatre yell, a frightened pitch ringing through his rich voice. She fell limp, a few stray static bolts zapping around her body. Quatre scurried tom his feet and stared down at her, and then at the razor shards stuck into her side. His bone shards. "I'm sorry." he choked, a few tears running down his cheeks. "I didn't mean to." He gently picked her up off the sand, careful not to get excited in any way, because the reaction could be deadly for the woman in his arms.

Relena sat in a small, cozy apartment, sipping a steamy cup of tea. All was going well for her, her brother had received the decoy letter that Noin had 'stolen', and she was living quite successfully on her own. She had held out for a full week, and they were not even on her tail, nor would they be for a while. If there was one thing she disliked about her newfound life it was her job. She winced and took another sip of tea, trying to avoid looking at the sketches that laid on the coffee table. Sighing, she stood up and set her cup into the sink, wiping off the saucer with a dish rag. She smiled. She had never had the opportunity to do chores while she lived over at the Peacecraft estate, but she soon found out she was better off with servants. When she was done with the dishes, she walked into her small bathroom and started to freshen up for work. She stared hard at her reflection. Short braids framed her delicate face, and with a bit of eye shadow and a bit of lipstick, she had to admit she made the perfect disguise. One thing was off."Oh! Where's my bandanna?" She muttered, rummaging through her basket of accessories. Her bandanna was a unessential piece of her costume, but she loved it. It gave her a roguish look and made her feel.normal, almost. She stopped and laughed at herself. Why did she always do things the hard way? She shut her eyes for a moment and mentally searched for her scarf, and a second later it flew straight into her hand. The telephone rang, and she rushed into the living room, still tying the bandanna to her head. "Hello?" A few muffled sounds came from the other end, and she rolled her eyes. It was her boss. Shit. "Yes, Sam, are you done with your new sketches? Marvelous, the models need to preview your vintage lineup. Have them in by ten, Ok? Thanks, darling!" Relena sighed. "Sam this, Sam that. God, that woman needs a life." She muttered, gathering up her sketches. "Why couldn't I have chose a decent name like Rachel or Victoria? Sam?!" She rambled, her rich accent clashing with her common complaints. She smiled, staring at the papers. Closing her eyes, she mentally teleported the stack over to her overbearing boss' inbox, a feel of satisfaction nesting down in her mind. "I hate being a fashion designer." She said for no apparent reason, boiling a pot of water for some more tea. What's happening to me? Relena spun around, her heart pumping. "Who's there?" Nothing. "Oh my god..Who said that?" She cried, grasping the pot of water. Why am I like this?! Relena grasped her head, ignoring the pot, which had fell to the floor. "It's in my head!" She yelled, trying to sort out her thoughts. Vell, I vonder if Hilde vould mind if I'd show her vhat my braid can do? This is great! Relena slid to the floor, her eyes wild and scared. "Duo? What is this?" Breathing heavily, she lay on the floor for a few minutes recovering her senses. She listened. No voices. She concentrated on a single thought in her mind, and concentrated on that person. What am I going to do? Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the most recent thought of her concentration. "Heero?"



O_O Yes, even I am confused by this chapter. But it is not meant for a mere mortal like me to question the mysterious influence of Mountain Dew. Did you like? Are you curious to exactly what Duo can do with his braid? * sees hentai grins * Hey! That's not what I meant!