AN: Now the scene changes to actually going to the Islands. They need to get on a special ship to take them through an invisibility shield/force field type thing (Hidden Islands, you know). Still rated PG. Same reasons. Um, do you want me to put in summaries of each chapter or story or whatever?

Chapter Two: Enter Trinity and the Morning Star

Heero stood staring out at the ocean from his position on the ship. White froth broke out along the waves created by the Morning Star's speed. The sun had burned away the earlier mist that had drifted above them all, and the bright star now blazed in the clear blue sky. The heat was filtered through a breeze that had sprung up, turning it to a comfortable warm feeling, rather than being intense.

Why the hell did we decide to go, anyway? Heero immediately answered his own question. Because Duo somehow convinced us. Damn him. This whole ship is so loud. There's no quiet anywhere. That included when they had been boarding earlier. There were many more people than he had expected, jostling in the crowd, all talking, shouting, whispering, clamoring, and yelling, excitedly. As Heero and the other pilots finally reached the gangway, a guard had stopped them. "Sir, sorry, but we don't allow weapons on board." Heero had simply glared at him and passed on. Duo, annoyingly cheerful and friendly as usual, replied, "Well, you have a whole lot of people to arrest." He gestured to the crowd behind him. "Some are weapons themselves." A girl with long red-orange hair, breathing heavily, was standing in what used to be a little café, and was now a big, smoking, charred pit. A tall guy with long blond hair stood a little aside nervously ^^*, attempting to pacify the owner of the café (AN: Fat chance!). The guard gulped and ran away as fast as he could, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

"Oh, no, not again," an exasperated female voice said, "That's the twelfth one to run off in an hour. Dammit, we're on a shortage of guards." A grey-eyed woman of middle height had walked up to them. Her auburn hair was twisted up in a sleek bun, and her face betrayed her great irritation. Sighing, she pulled out a cell phone from her pocket, punched a few buttons, and told the person on the other end to find another guard, one who wouldn't freak out and run. Duo was sneaking silently up the gangway when the woman spotted him. She grabbed his braid and used it to pull herself up next to him. Duo yelped and made an unsuccessful attempt to pry the woman's fingers off his precious braid.

"You! Boy! What did you say to that guard?" she demanded.

"I'll tell you," Duo said through gritted teeth, "if you'll let go of my hair!"

The woman dropped his braid. Wufei commented snidely, "See what happens with an extra, feminine weakness, Maxwell?"

Suddenly, a bunch of angry faces popped into view.

"Braids are not a sign of—"

"Having long hair is not a—"

"How dare you insult it as a—"

"Who says that it's a feminine—"

They all shouted at the same time, "WEAKNESS!?"

Wufei, startled, took a step back, recovered, and glared at them all. He turned away and muttered, "Injustice, that's what it is, outnumbered twenty to one—but I'll still fight you all if I have to!" He shouted the last part so all could hear.

Everyone and everything, including the ocean, clouds, and birds, stopped as he stalked off huffily. Then the tension broke and everyone chattered away again (and the waves continued reincarnating; the clouds resumed their journey across the sky, and the birds started squawking noisily and stupidly again). The woman shook her head and looked at Duo. "I'm Clara Winslow, head of the International Ashai Resort Organization. Sorry about your hair—" Duo gave her a Look, "—but what did you say to that guard? Poor guy," she added, "only fifteen minutes on the job…what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. Duo Maxwell. Nice to meetcha…I think…"

"Ah." Clara nodded. "You're the one who was skeptical about our little (AN: Ahem…little?) gathering."

"Oh…heh heh… well, I just changed my mind…"

"Duo can't resist a party," Quatre supplied, helpful as ever. "Even one that might not be…real."

Duo shrugged. "Hey, it relieves the boredom, now that the war's over. You ever watch Heero at his laptop? He just types on and on and on…where did he go, anyway?" Heero had slipped away from them onto the ship, out of sight.

Duo turned back to Clara. "Well, gotta go. We hafta find our man." He, Quatre, and Trowa went onto the ship.

Clara hollered after them, "You still didn't say what you told the guard!"

Quatre was the one who found him, staring out to sea. "Oh, hi, Heero. We were looking for you."

Heero, in his usual way, didn't answer.

"I'll go tell the others where you are," Quatre continued, about to leave, "Oh, by the way, Relena's here, too." He walked away down the deck.

Relena.

So, the girl had gotten an invitation. He had wondered, when they got theirs that day, if she had. Maybe he should talk to her, ask how she was.

"Yeah, you should."

Heero whirled around, instinctively reaching for his gun.

"Even if you used that, it wouldn't work on me." A girl with bouncy curls in pigtails had suddenly appeared next to him. She looked like she was about his age, with piercing blue-green eyes. She's pretty, but who is she?

"Thanks," the girl said, smiling. "Trinity."

"W-what?" Heero said, startled (for once in his life). It's like she can see my thoughts.

"Trinity," she repeated. "That's my name. Call me Tri. Yeah, I can read minds." She smiled again at his shock. "You're Heero Yuy. Pilot of Wing Zero, right?"

Heero, recovered, glared at her.

Trinity shrugged. "Well, you are. But anyway, Relena's at the other end of this ship, talking with Quatre and Duo. Oh, yes, on your way there, don't step on any windows. It'll break the glass. Bye now." Before Heero could ask her what she was talking about, she had vanished without a trace.

* * *

"Um…what just happened here?…" Amelia and Zelgadiss had just come back to Lina and Co.'s location, where they found a perfectly space apart, neat row of large, rectangular windows on the deck. Each was in front of a matching hole in the wall of the lounge. Lina was lying on her back, relaxing while suntanning; Gourry, with a screwdriver in his hand, was alternately staring at the windows and at the screwdriver; and Filia and Xelloss, were, as usual, "debating".

"It isn't a crime to have fun," Xelloss was saying coolly, "But being the perfect dragon priestess, I guess you don't even know what fun is."

Filia's tail (with the little pink bow) suddenly appeared, twitching angrily. "Is it amusing to you to take advantage of others' disabilities? Particularly Gourry's lack of intelligence?"

"I don't see what's wrong with animating the screwdriver—"

"Hey, you two, stop it!" Amelia interrupted furiously. She turned to Filia. "Filia, how can you argue with Xelloss? It isn't right to argue over pointless matters, especially with one that you consider below your level! It isn't justice to argue with your deepest enemy in such a degrading manner!" Xelloss smirked at Filia. Amelia whirled around to face Xelloss. "And you! How could you injustly take advantage of Gourry's…er…curiousity? And of the harmless screwdriver?"

"Harmless?" Zelgadiss muttered. "I don't think so…" Amelia ignored him and continued passionately. "How can justice be served when you two so inanely destroy that fine balance? We must work to protect and serve justice, not toe work against it! Justice will prevail—"

Xelloss smiled mischievously. "As much as I want to hear the rest of this, I must get going." He disappeared with a flash.

"H-hey!" Filia shouted at the empty air. "I'm not done with you! Come back here!"

Xelloss's voice came floating back. "We'll finish some other time, darling."

Roaring her fury, Filia changed to dragonshape with the usual ten-foot radius of destructive power, and those on the deck scattered to avoid it.