*Usual Disclaimers apply* ^_^
Part 2
Duo dropped his chair back to it's upright position, pulling his arms out from under his head, and glanced over to Heero for confirmation. Heero paused for a moment before nodding slowly. Duo got up to answer.
He swung the down open slightly, opening it only enough so that he could stick his head out.
"Hey- *stunned pause* How many I help ya?"
The young man at the door couldn't have been more than a few years older than they were. Shaggy silver hair hung into piercingly light blue eyes. His skin was almost as pale as his mane and a jacket that matched his eyes hung from his slender frame.
"I was hoping you could help me, yes." he drawled lifelessly, "I'm looking for a Quatre Raberba Winner."
Duo froze. The group quickly shot their eyes to Quatre, who looked equally as confused and rather shocked. Duo, however, remained cool and shook his head as if he'd never heard of the name in his life.
"May I ask why exactly you'd like to see him?"
"I have…a little business I wish to speak with him about."
Duo looked a bit annoyed, "What kinda business?"
The young man lifted a hand nonchalantly and waved it, "It has nothing to do with you, so I wouldn't worry about it."
Duo fumed. He was not just brushed off!
"Then Quatre's not here!"
*Slam*
Duo crossed his arms and leaned against the door, nose upturned.
"The nerve! That jerk."
Quatre gaped in awe at the scene he had just witnessed but straightened himself quickly and glared at Duo anxiously.
"What if it was important!?" he nearly squeaked.
Duo lost his attitude and stared Quatre evenly in his innocent, concerned blue eyes,
"Then he should have told me what he was planning on doing with you, Quatre."
*Knock* *knock*
Duo humphed and was about to swing the door open when Trowa shoved him back and answered it himself.
"What exactly do you need, Sir?"
"Quatre Raberba-"
"-What exactly do you need, Sir?"
The man with silver hair leaned forward, supporting himself with his hand on the door frame, scowling at the young man a few inches taller than him. He decided to choose his words a bit more carefully this time, however.
"There is special, urgent business I must speak with Mr. Winner about. It…it has to do with his family." he lied.
Suddenly Trowa was pushed aside and a little, anxious blond stood in his place. The man smiled a crooked, dangerous smile with satisfaction.
"What's wrong with my family?"
"Please come with me, Mr. Winner."
The tiny platinum blond was about to follow the man when Trowa put a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Trowa! Th-"
"I'm coming too."
The man spun around, "This is none of your concern."
Trowa looked down at the Quatre. He returned his gaze to the man.
"This is very much my concern." He nonchalantly argued.
The silver haired man looked as if were about to protest when suddenly a small hidden smirk crossed his face.
"Fine. You all may come if you wish."
~*~
The silver haired man had an arm around Quatre's neck as they talked quietly, separated from the group walking behind them. Quatre seemed uncomfortable with the close contact of this shadowy strange and that seemed only to encourage the man.
"I don't like this at all! Look at the way he's got his hands all over him!! Do lawyers usually act like that!? …Heero! Answer me!"
Heero was too busy watching Trowa. He knew what the tall pilot to his right was thinking. Trowa wanted to run a hand right through the back of the guy's head. Not that he wouldn't mind doing it himself. Each one of them were protective when it came to the small, gentle pilot of Gundam 04.
They finally made it to the main entrance on the first floor.
Part 2
Duo dropped his chair back to it's upright position, pulling his arms out from under his head, and glanced over to Heero for confirmation. Heero paused for a moment before nodding slowly. Duo got up to answer.
He swung the down open slightly, opening it only enough so that he could stick his head out.
"Hey- *stunned pause* How many I help ya?"
The young man at the door couldn't have been more than a few years older than they were. Shaggy silver hair hung into piercingly light blue eyes. His skin was almost as pale as his mane and a jacket that matched his eyes hung from his slender frame.
"I was hoping you could help me, yes." he drawled lifelessly, "I'm looking for a Quatre Raberba Winner."
Duo froze. The group quickly shot their eyes to Quatre, who looked equally as confused and rather shocked. Duo, however, remained cool and shook his head as if he'd never heard of the name in his life.
"May I ask why exactly you'd like to see him?"
"I have…a little business I wish to speak with him about."
Duo looked a bit annoyed, "What kinda business?"
The young man lifted a hand nonchalantly and waved it, "It has nothing to do with you, so I wouldn't worry about it."
Duo fumed. He was not just brushed off!
"Then Quatre's not here!"
*Slam*
Duo crossed his arms and leaned against the door, nose upturned.
"The nerve! That jerk."
Quatre gaped in awe at the scene he had just witnessed but straightened himself quickly and glared at Duo anxiously.
"What if it was important!?" he nearly squeaked.
Duo lost his attitude and stared Quatre evenly in his innocent, concerned blue eyes,
"Then he should have told me what he was planning on doing with you, Quatre."
*Knock* *knock*
Duo humphed and was about to swing the door open when Trowa shoved him back and answered it himself.
"What exactly do you need, Sir?"
"Quatre Raberba-"
"-What exactly do you need, Sir?"
The man with silver hair leaned forward, supporting himself with his hand on the door frame, scowling at the young man a few inches taller than him. He decided to choose his words a bit more carefully this time, however.
"There is special, urgent business I must speak with Mr. Winner about. It…it has to do with his family." he lied.
Suddenly Trowa was pushed aside and a little, anxious blond stood in his place. The man smiled a crooked, dangerous smile with satisfaction.
"What's wrong with my family?"
"Please come with me, Mr. Winner."
The tiny platinum blond was about to follow the man when Trowa put a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Trowa! Th-"
"I'm coming too."
The man spun around, "This is none of your concern."
Trowa looked down at the Quatre. He returned his gaze to the man.
"This is very much my concern." He nonchalantly argued.
The silver haired man looked as if were about to protest when suddenly a small hidden smirk crossed his face.
"Fine. You all may come if you wish."
~*~
The silver haired man had an arm around Quatre's neck as they talked quietly, separated from the group walking behind them. Quatre seemed uncomfortable with the close contact of this shadowy strange and that seemed only to encourage the man.
"I don't like this at all! Look at the way he's got his hands all over him!! Do lawyers usually act like that!? …Heero! Answer me!"
Heero was too busy watching Trowa. He knew what the tall pilot to his right was thinking. Trowa wanted to run a hand right through the back of the guy's head. Not that he wouldn't mind doing it himself. Each one of them were protective when it came to the small, gentle pilot of Gundam 04.
They finally made it to the main entrance on the first floor.
