What Daft Mortals Humans Be!

The four pilots looked at Duo for a second. Silence. Quatre looked up at Trowa.

"He can't be serious, can he?" he squeaked out. Trowa looked down at his little one.

"Hmm"

Duo looked ahead, just a few more yards and he would have his dodging lessons, complimentary of the Skaters. Duo didn't like them at all, not just those skaters, but all of them. They never took their lives too seriously, always plunging off a cliff to their doom. Messy work, messy, messy, messy. And when people don't die naturally there is more paper work. Duo loathes paper work. But there was always some idiot who decides he can jump his skate board over three cars that were set on fire. Yeah right. It's not enough with all the men in gundams dying off by the dozen. Duo clicked his tongue in disgust. He hated war much more than the skaters. Thinking. 'Damn, I'm doing it again!' Duo hated Thinking.

"Duo, you know your not death, don't you?" Quatre tried to pull a sensible answer from the self proclaimed God of Death. Duo just smiled at him and said coolly.

"Do you know you're really not to bright, don't you?" Quatre stopped, Duo had never insulted him like THAT before. No. There are many kinds of insults, the ones Quatre is dealing with is the fun insult, one not to be taken seriously and the serious insult, that was meant to be taken, thought over and hated. Truly this was one of those. Duo never had given one of those out to anyone but Relena. Trowa glared at Duo, Wufei stared in disbelief that melted into anger and Heero just yanked on his braid.

"Take that back!" Quatre cried, his eyes glistened with tears.

"Suck it up. I only speak the truth." Duo was met with four stern looks. He repeated "I only speak the truth. I mean it for all of you really. Dumb, blind bats! All of you, you don't believe truth when you hear it when truth is sitting right in front of you!" He started to walk away when Heero grabbed his braid and pulled him back.

Heero, you see, loves Duo very much, but wasn't going to tolerate being told he was stupid which was wrong. Very wrong. Duo couldn't be more wrong. Could he? And Heero had no intention of hurting Duo, but Trowa did. You see, Trowa loves Quatre very much, and wasn't going to tolerate being told him and his koi were and are stupid. So he reeled back and swung a mighty punch into Duo gut. Duo yelped and Heero was about to take out his gun, cleverly hidden in his uniform when Duo held out his hand.

"I doubt you care what I have to say, but we are about to be late!" And with that he strutted toward the school. Being in a pissed off mood he easily cleared the parking lot, and when the skaters pursued him further he thrust his hand back and every last skater lost their balance and fell off their boards.

The others stared at Duo's retreating form, watch his hand twitch and the skaters fall. There was only one word going through their minds.

'Coincidence'

And they made their way to class, unsure if they should speak to Duo or wait for him to come crawling back, he would for sure. Wouldn't he? Silence. It settled in among them, like a storm at bay. It was a terribly confused silence that was only broken when Quatre sniffed and the warning bell rang.

Convention of the Over Seer's. Convention of the Over Seer's. Convention of the Over Seer's. It was the only thing on Duo's mind. He really did hate the conventions, but he did enjoy seeing Zima, from the planet Starf, inhabited by the Staftiods, where all spoke fluent Spanish. Zima was his first best friend. His second up till today was Quatre, the daft and stupid boy. Duo hated these mortals he lived among. But not his for friends, but that doesn't make them any less daft or stupid. To the nub of things, it didn't matter how likeable a mortal was they were still daft and stupid. Heero, although, with the proper training could make it as an over seer. That is of a remote nearly deserted planet of stubborn gits.

"Duo, we need to talk." Duo looked up.

"Heero, the bell will ring any minute. I think it can wait!" Heero gave Duo his death glare and sat down in his sit, which was next to Duo, which was how Duo liked it, except for today. Heero scribbled something on a note and gave it to Duo. Who sat right next to him, who, even though it would be more sensible to speak in low voices, which they normally did, insisted on not talking, thus making Heero resort to notes. It read:

Duo, we have a mission tonight. We would all like it if you kept your thoughts to yourself until it is over, so there isn't a chance of blowing the mission because of false insults and hurt feelings.

Duo almost laughed out loud. Heero glared at him as he saw duo stifling a giggle. Duo wrote back.

Heero, with Shinigami (Me), the Over Seer #86 For one Planet Earth on your side, you having nothing to worry about, feelings or no feelings.

Love Duo!

Heero looked at the note and screwed up his face a bit and scribbled something on the paper. It went like this:

How the hell do you come up with this stuff?

That really made duo laugh and the teacher, who will remain nameless scolded him. He gave her his puppy eyes and she melted. Everyone did. They all melted into greenish ooze in their seats, or at least that's how they felt. Duo rarely gave his puppy dog eyes, but he wasn't in the mood for a lecture, he would be getting enough of those in about twenty minutes, in another dimension, at the Convention of the Over Seer's. Which he should be getting the invite telling him which dimension to go to.

The teacher started her lecturing on Shakespeare. Blah, Death had no use for, well, a dead guy. If he wanted to know about Shakespeare he'd just get his file, right under the Famous Writers, section S shelf. Or even get Shakespeare himself to tell about... Himself. So Duo closed his eyes.

In about fifteen minutes Duo was aroused from his slumber by an outburst from the class. He opened his eyes just as a letter floated from above down into his hands. He felt everyone's eyes on him, but mainly Heero's. He looked over at his koi and winked, showing him the front of the card.

To one Duo Maxwell, The Over Seer #86 For one Planet Earth.

There was no return address. No real form, just those words scrawled lazily on the front of the envelope. He raised his hand and everyone but Heero looked away, as if by command. Which was the exact case.

Duo opened the envelope and was greeted with a horrible surprise. He read the note again to make sure he was right. He truly hoped his completely misread it.

Duo Maxwell (Over Seer #86)

The place of the Convention is on Earth, where you are, Planet #86. The Dimension shall be on the Third level, subtract 4 millenniums, add 9 numbers. Quite cozy I hear, but it's your Dimension, not mine. You now have less than a minute to open up, or you'll be transferred to the Planet Of Distant Others.

The Almighty One

Duo sighed, less then a minute! He hated this, he also hated thinking, which this situation called for. He couldn't get all these people out before- 5,4,-'Gotta do it now!' Duo thought. Suddenly the walls of the school seemed to melt away and there was a black void. The black void was soon replaced by large off white marble walls. The tapestry was all black, the chairs and couches were all black, and Duo was in his all black robe that flowed down past his feet and then some.

Heero grabbed Duo by the braid and yanked hard.

"Where are we!" He demanded. Duo was rubbing his head.

"Relax"

"I know this has something to do with your letter!" Heero shouted. Everyone by now had gathered around him.

"Yes, but lets discuss this another time. Anna, please greet our guests. Shemna, go tell the others to prepare for the Convention of the Over Seer's!" Duo commanded. Two grayish women, dressed in shorter black robes, bowed and hurried off to do as they were ordered. Duo raised his hands and suddenly chairs grow from the ground, lazily stretching up till they were full. Hundreds of them in hundreds of rows. A huge table grew in front of all these chairs and above that a higher bencher with a huge throne like chair slowly climbed up from the floor. They were all black.

"You people, sit in the back. There are enough chairs for you. Look regal, proud, and you will be my upper class servants, for today." Duo commanded. There were loud protests.

"Like hell will I be your servant... Freak!" There were cheers of agreement. Duo frowned. Snapped his fingers and they were all seated there. There were even louder yells and struggles as the kids found they couldn't leave their chairs. Duo laughed. Heero looked at him with wonder, why hadn't he been pushed back to the chairs. Or Trowa, Quatre, or Wufei. They all stood by Duo who was smiling.

"Why didn't I," He said, you see, being the Over Seer he was he could read his mortals minds. "Simply because I like you! And you'll make good examples at the convention, this year I have to speak!" With that he turned on his heels and started to greet his Fellow Over Seer's as they filtered in.

TBC