Warriors of Tri
Chap. 3
Duo knocked on Amy's door. It opened immeadiatly. Amy was wearing a black
short sleeved shirt, black leather pants, black boots and a black trench coat.
Duo stared in amazement. He shook his head and the five left the dormatory.
They walked to the circus, Duo and Quatre talking about nothing in particular,
the other three silent. When they got there, they got their tickets.
"I'm gonna look around," Amy said. She left the others and went around
the tent, looking at the animals. When she had reached the bear cage, she
heard two people coming up behind her. Glancing around, she leapt onto the
bear cage, catching a piece of their conversation.
"Yeah, the boss's hopin' she'll show tonight."
"An' even if she don't, we'll at least get rid of a Gundam Pilot. Hey!"
The second man turned towards the bear cage, noticing a strange shadow on top
of it. The man signaled to his partner that they should split up. The other
man nodded, and they left in opposite directions, their guns at the ready. Amy
was long gone though. She had jumped from cagetop to cagetop until she had
reached the trailers. Silently moving from trailer top to trailer top, she
jumped down near the center of the small mobile homes.
**Chik** "Who are you?" A cold voice asked from behind her. The person,
whoever it was, had a gun to her head. Standing up slowly, Amy turned around
only to come face to face with Trowa.
"Amy?" She nodded. They stood in silence for a moment, then Trowa
motioned for her to come in. She entered his trailer, looking behind her for
signs of the two men. Trowa handed her a cup of cofee, which she took
greatfully.
"Why were you outside my trailer?" Trowa asked, a slight hint of
curiosity in his voice.
Amy was silent for a moment and took a sip of coffee. She looked up at the boy
in front of her. He was shirtless, his legs crossed, the gun next to him. His
emerald eyes bored into hers, giving her the feeling that he was able to see
into her soul. She slapped herself mentally.
"I was running."
"Running?" She nodded. "From who?"
"Jahonaven's men." Trowa didn't seem to be as shocked by this as Quatre
had been.
"They're planning to kill you, and, most likely, any civilians who get in
their way."
"I see." Music started drifting towards Trowa's trailer. "That's the pre
show music, you've got about ten minutes before the show starts. You should
get going." Amy agreed, setting her coffee down on a table. She was at the door
when she turned around and looked at the emerald eyed boy.
"Listen. Be careful okay? When you're out in the ring you're an easy
target. So take a couple of guns with you." He nodded and she left, dashing
silently to the tent. She took a seat near the entrance. Behind her, a girl
her age with light red hair was putting her cell in her purse.
~*^*~
On the other side of the tent, Wufei nudged Heero.
"What?"
"That girl, Amy, just came in. She's sitting near the entrance across
from us." Quatre looked towards the entrance Wufei had indicated. His and
Amy's eyes locked. Amy smiled at him, winked and gave a thumbs up. The back of
Quatre's neck turned pink. Duo, who was sitting behind Quatre, lightly punched
the Arabic in the shoulder.
"Hey, does someone have a crush? Huh? Huh?" The American teased.
"The hell? Of course not." Quatre muttered. Amy, who was watching from
where she sat giggled slightly. Suddenly, the red head behind her tapped her
on the shoulder.
~*^*~
"Hey! Where'd you come from? I mean, one minute, that seat's empty,
then; POOF! You're here. I'm Yana Lee by the way," Yana said, holding out her
hand.
"Amy Namo," Amy replied, shaking the offered hand. "I was just a little
late getting here that's all."
"Cool. Hey, it's starting."
~*^*~
'So that's Yana Lee,' Heero thought. He had been lip reading the girls'
conversation. He felt behind him to make sure his gun was still in the back of
his pants as the lights dimmed.
~*^*~
Trowa had made sure his gun was loaded and he had extra clips after Amy
had left. He stashed the gear in a pocket of his pants before grabbing his
mask and leaving his trailer. He stepped next to Catharine and looked through
the slight opening in the curtains. He noticed Heero and the other pilots on
one side of the tent, and Amy on the other.
"Are you ready Trowa?" Catharine asked, looking up to the tall boy next
to her.
"More than you know, Catharine," he said stoically. She was about to ask
him what he meant but just then the Ringmaster introduced them and they were
due on stage. Trowa entered with a few acrobatic tricks and flips, making his
way to the target in the center of the ring.
~*^*~
As Trowa was taking his place in front of the target, Amy had slipped
away from the bleachers and was now standing behind the target. Suddenly,
someone grabbed her from behind and held a knife to her neck.
"What are you doing here little girl?" The man sneered. Amy sighed and
stepped on the man's foot, hard. He let go and muffled a shriek. Amy used this
opening to knee the man in the stomach, then clenched her hands together and
clubbed him on the back of the head. Before he fell, he threw the knife into
the main spotlight, glass slivers raining down onto the ring, while he fell
to the floor.
"NOW!" Amy heard a women scream. About a score of burly men leapt at
Trowa. The four pilots and Amy dashed toward the center ring. The audience
screamed in unison and ran for the exits.
~*^*~
Yana sat silently as the spotlight shattered, the twenty men charge at
Trowa, as the audeience fled and as Catharine smiled, flipped her hair over
her shoulder and calmly walk out of the tent. What the...? She should be upset.
I mean, these people're gonna destroy her home, Yana thought. She jumped at
the sound of gunshot.
~*^*~
Amy had shot a tall white man in the head. He had almost gotten to Trowa,
who was getting his hand free of the fake restraint on the target. The men
scattered as their comrade fell to the floor, dead.
"Woo hoo! Shinigami lives again!" Duo screamed as he shot three people.
"Look out!" Trowa tackled Amy, saving her from the knife that flew at
her head.
"Thanks." **BAM** Trowa looked to over his shoulder and saw the dead man
behind him. They got up and went their seperate ways.
~*^*~
Yana watched battle. She watched the boy in the green tank top shoot two
men. Then she noticed a black man about to shoot Heero.
"Hey! Yuy! Behind you!" Too late. Another man had confronted the japanese
boy, making him unable the get the soldier behind him. Yana jumped off the
bleachers, knocking over the black man. She wrestled the gun from his hand and
shot him in the head. She winked, got up, and helped out the pilots and the
girl she just met. Pretty soon, all twenty Jahonaven soldiers were dead. They
all gathered in the center of the chaos.
"Alright. There are three left. Two men and a woman," Amy stated, panting
slightly.
"A women?" Wufei cried huffily. "I saw no women during this fight!"
"But Wufei, there had to be a woman because the person who gave the
signal was definatly female" Quatre stated. Wufei grumbled but didn't say
anything.
"You six go after the two men and I'll go after the girl," Amy said.
"Not me, I've got something I want to check out," Yana said. Amy agreed
to let her investigate. Amy turned her back on the pilots, her coat swishing
around her feet, and walked out of the tent. The others left from the opposite
exit.
~*^*~
"Yeah, it's me. The boy had backup. I don't think that the girl- **BLAM**
WAAAH!" Catharine screamed. The transmitter in her hand shattered.
"Hello Catharine," Amy said with a sneer.
"You! I'll ruin your life wolf girl," the brunette growled. Then,
smirking, "Trowa! Trowa help me. She's gonna-!" **wham**" Amy had clubbed
Catharine in the jaw with the butt of her gun.
"Shut up bitch." Amy growled. "He knows you ain't Catharine, Linda."
'Catharine' snarled at this and lunged at Amy.
"Nighty night. **BLAM**" Right in the face. Linda collapsed on the ground.
~*^*~
"NOOOOO!" Trowa screamed from the shadows behind Amy. He had come running
when he heard 'Catharine' call for help. He heard the gunshot and rounded the
bend, only to find Amy holding a gun in middair, and his partner lying lifeless
on the ground.
Chap. 3
Duo knocked on Amy's door. It opened immeadiatly. Amy was wearing a black
short sleeved shirt, black leather pants, black boots and a black trench coat.
Duo stared in amazement. He shook his head and the five left the dormatory.
They walked to the circus, Duo and Quatre talking about nothing in particular,
the other three silent. When they got there, they got their tickets.
"I'm gonna look around," Amy said. She left the others and went around
the tent, looking at the animals. When she had reached the bear cage, she
heard two people coming up behind her. Glancing around, she leapt onto the
bear cage, catching a piece of their conversation.
"Yeah, the boss's hopin' she'll show tonight."
"An' even if she don't, we'll at least get rid of a Gundam Pilot. Hey!"
The second man turned towards the bear cage, noticing a strange shadow on top
of it. The man signaled to his partner that they should split up. The other
man nodded, and they left in opposite directions, their guns at the ready. Amy
was long gone though. She had jumped from cagetop to cagetop until she had
reached the trailers. Silently moving from trailer top to trailer top, she
jumped down near the center of the small mobile homes.
**Chik** "Who are you?" A cold voice asked from behind her. The person,
whoever it was, had a gun to her head. Standing up slowly, Amy turned around
only to come face to face with Trowa.
"Amy?" She nodded. They stood in silence for a moment, then Trowa
motioned for her to come in. She entered his trailer, looking behind her for
signs of the two men. Trowa handed her a cup of cofee, which she took
greatfully.
"Why were you outside my trailer?" Trowa asked, a slight hint of
curiosity in his voice.
Amy was silent for a moment and took a sip of coffee. She looked up at the boy
in front of her. He was shirtless, his legs crossed, the gun next to him. His
emerald eyes bored into hers, giving her the feeling that he was able to see
into her soul. She slapped herself mentally.
"I was running."
"Running?" She nodded. "From who?"
"Jahonaven's men." Trowa didn't seem to be as shocked by this as Quatre
had been.
"They're planning to kill you, and, most likely, any civilians who get in
their way."
"I see." Music started drifting towards Trowa's trailer. "That's the pre
show music, you've got about ten minutes before the show starts. You should
get going." Amy agreed, setting her coffee down on a table. She was at the door
when she turned around and looked at the emerald eyed boy.
"Listen. Be careful okay? When you're out in the ring you're an easy
target. So take a couple of guns with you." He nodded and she left, dashing
silently to the tent. She took a seat near the entrance. Behind her, a girl
her age with light red hair was putting her cell in her purse.
~*^*~
On the other side of the tent, Wufei nudged Heero.
"What?"
"That girl, Amy, just came in. She's sitting near the entrance across
from us." Quatre looked towards the entrance Wufei had indicated. His and
Amy's eyes locked. Amy smiled at him, winked and gave a thumbs up. The back of
Quatre's neck turned pink. Duo, who was sitting behind Quatre, lightly punched
the Arabic in the shoulder.
"Hey, does someone have a crush? Huh? Huh?" The American teased.
"The hell? Of course not." Quatre muttered. Amy, who was watching from
where she sat giggled slightly. Suddenly, the red head behind her tapped her
on the shoulder.
~*^*~
"Hey! Where'd you come from? I mean, one minute, that seat's empty,
then; POOF! You're here. I'm Yana Lee by the way," Yana said, holding out her
hand.
"Amy Namo," Amy replied, shaking the offered hand. "I was just a little
late getting here that's all."
"Cool. Hey, it's starting."
~*^*~
'So that's Yana Lee,' Heero thought. He had been lip reading the girls'
conversation. He felt behind him to make sure his gun was still in the back of
his pants as the lights dimmed.
~*^*~
Trowa had made sure his gun was loaded and he had extra clips after Amy
had left. He stashed the gear in a pocket of his pants before grabbing his
mask and leaving his trailer. He stepped next to Catharine and looked through
the slight opening in the curtains. He noticed Heero and the other pilots on
one side of the tent, and Amy on the other.
"Are you ready Trowa?" Catharine asked, looking up to the tall boy next
to her.
"More than you know, Catharine," he said stoically. She was about to ask
him what he meant but just then the Ringmaster introduced them and they were
due on stage. Trowa entered with a few acrobatic tricks and flips, making his
way to the target in the center of the ring.
~*^*~
As Trowa was taking his place in front of the target, Amy had slipped
away from the bleachers and was now standing behind the target. Suddenly,
someone grabbed her from behind and held a knife to her neck.
"What are you doing here little girl?" The man sneered. Amy sighed and
stepped on the man's foot, hard. He let go and muffled a shriek. Amy used this
opening to knee the man in the stomach, then clenched her hands together and
clubbed him on the back of the head. Before he fell, he threw the knife into
the main spotlight, glass slivers raining down onto the ring, while he fell
to the floor.
"NOW!" Amy heard a women scream. About a score of burly men leapt at
Trowa. The four pilots and Amy dashed toward the center ring. The audience
screamed in unison and ran for the exits.
~*^*~
Yana sat silently as the spotlight shattered, the twenty men charge at
Trowa, as the audeience fled and as Catharine smiled, flipped her hair over
her shoulder and calmly walk out of the tent. What the...? She should be upset.
I mean, these people're gonna destroy her home, Yana thought. She jumped at
the sound of gunshot.
~*^*~
Amy had shot a tall white man in the head. He had almost gotten to Trowa,
who was getting his hand free of the fake restraint on the target. The men
scattered as their comrade fell to the floor, dead.
"Woo hoo! Shinigami lives again!" Duo screamed as he shot three people.
"Look out!" Trowa tackled Amy, saving her from the knife that flew at
her head.
"Thanks." **BAM** Trowa looked to over his shoulder and saw the dead man
behind him. They got up and went their seperate ways.
~*^*~
Yana watched battle. She watched the boy in the green tank top shoot two
men. Then she noticed a black man about to shoot Heero.
"Hey! Yuy! Behind you!" Too late. Another man had confronted the japanese
boy, making him unable the get the soldier behind him. Yana jumped off the
bleachers, knocking over the black man. She wrestled the gun from his hand and
shot him in the head. She winked, got up, and helped out the pilots and the
girl she just met. Pretty soon, all twenty Jahonaven soldiers were dead. They
all gathered in the center of the chaos.
"Alright. There are three left. Two men and a woman," Amy stated, panting
slightly.
"A women?" Wufei cried huffily. "I saw no women during this fight!"
"But Wufei, there had to be a woman because the person who gave the
signal was definatly female" Quatre stated. Wufei grumbled but didn't say
anything.
"You six go after the two men and I'll go after the girl," Amy said.
"Not me, I've got something I want to check out," Yana said. Amy agreed
to let her investigate. Amy turned her back on the pilots, her coat swishing
around her feet, and walked out of the tent. The others left from the opposite
exit.
~*^*~
"Yeah, it's me. The boy had backup. I don't think that the girl- **BLAM**
WAAAH!" Catharine screamed. The transmitter in her hand shattered.
"Hello Catharine," Amy said with a sneer.
"You! I'll ruin your life wolf girl," the brunette growled. Then,
smirking, "Trowa! Trowa help me. She's gonna-!" **wham**" Amy had clubbed
Catharine in the jaw with the butt of her gun.
"Shut up bitch." Amy growled. "He knows you ain't Catharine, Linda."
'Catharine' snarled at this and lunged at Amy.
"Nighty night. **BLAM**" Right in the face. Linda collapsed on the ground.
~*^*~
"NOOOOO!" Trowa screamed from the shadows behind Amy. He had come running
when he heard 'Catharine' call for help. He heard the gunshot and rounded the
bend, only to find Amy holding a gun in middair, and his partner lying lifeless
on the ground.
