1 Bodyguards: Part X
//Well, here you have it! Another part of Bodyguards. Lemme know whether you think Quatre should go with Angel or with Mako…(just put it in a review) and I'll work on it for you. Enjoy!//
Quatre had noticed Angel stepping off of the balcony, disappearing somewhere. He touched Mako's arm, and she turned to face him. She flashed a reassuring smile.
"It's all under control, trust me." She leaned back in her chair and continued scanning the audience, but everything seemed in place.
"…Mako…" Angel's voice was soft over the mic.
"I hear you."
"Thirty of them."
"Copy that."
Angel could make out their forms now, moving through the crowd slowly. She saw Duo signal from behind a stage curtain and she nodded ever so slightly. Heero was dressed as an usher, also watching. Trowa was standing on the grand chandelier several stories above the floor. She ripped off her gown, already dressed in a skin-tight, black vigilante outfit. She broke out running, launching an offensive. Duo pushed the actress nearly off the stage as he too rushed into view, dressed in similar garb. Trowa did a magnificent flip from the chandelier and raced off to take care of the ones on the third floor. Heero blocked the only open exit, and Mako tore off her own gown and ran off of the balcony to get the ones on the second floor.
Quatre picked up the gun that Mako had left on his lap. An offensive, eh? Well…it's been a long time, but I think I still remember how to use one of these.
He rose to his feet warily, and then headed down to help Heero. There, whilst scanning the crowd for anyone making for the exit, he also let his gaze rest on Angel.
Please, please let her get out of this unharmed!
"Fifteen left!" Duo shouted to Angel. She was nearly invisible, slipping through the crowd in all black, and another man fell.
"Fourteen!" she shouted back.
"How're you managing to keep them alive?" Duo took a shot at one of the men headed Heero's way.
"Practice."
Then she saw them. Three…over there, heading toward Quatre. The hell they are. Angel thought with bite. She launched herself out of the crowd, grabbed a tassel hanging from on of the balconies, and landed in front of Quatre and Heero. Quatre blinked as her small form landed with force in front of him, her stance that of one ready to attack at any second, from any direction. He could hear her breath coming hard out of her nose. Then the three attacked, and she was a blur of motion.
Quatre found himself diving in to help her. He aimed for arms and legs, though he was occasionally forced to aim at shoulders. He looped his free arm around Angel as the last of the three fell. She panted, relaxing in his arms for a second.
"Come on, let's go see how the others are doing," she murmured. Quatre nodded, feeling a pang of worry at the thought of Mako and Trowa holding off the second and third floors on their own.
"Yeah, right behind you." He released her and Heero led the way up the steps. Heero was feeling his own anxiety, and it only added to his anger. Mako was up there alone…
"Guys!" Mako waved as they appeared, standing over four men. Trowa walked down the steps, holding up seven fingers.
"That's all of them, then." Angel breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's get this cleared up and go home."
~*~
Lian and Wufei made their way through downtown, escorted by their new 'friend' from the Dragon Regime. The DR owned many buildings in Downtown Hong Kong…Lian had to fight back her disgust.
Wufei was handling the man's questions with ease, though his gaze come to rest time to time on Lian. She distracted herself by looking at other men. Two could play at his little game. She would be the wife he married out of duty, and a terribly uninterested one at that. The man showed them where the bash was and left them alone. As soon as he was out of sight, Wufei yanked Lian to him. Jealousy had been kicking sharply at him all morning. He'd watched her look at other men and wanted to shake her senseless.
"Onna," he growled into her ear. "I don't want to catch you looking at other men."
She only smiled up sweetly at him. "Just playing my part."
He growled again.
"Jealous?"
"I cannot be jealous. We hardly know each other."
"You're jealous."
He hated that satisfied gleam in her eyes. He decided to get rid of it. His mouth firmly closed over hers, effectively stopping any further teasing. Her eyes slipped shut and she felt herself melting in his grasp.
"Hn. I'm not jealous," he muttered as he pulled away.
"Of course not, Wufei," she said, smiling. He sighed and led the way back to their car. This having a wife thing wasn't easy.
~*~
Satisfied that his saviors were sleeping peacefully, Quatre turned to the comfort of his own bed. He had just reached for the sheets when a quiet knock broke the silence.
"Come in."
"Hey, Q-man…" Duo smiled and sat backwards in a chair. "Feeling alive?"
"Very, thank Allah."
"Those girl's are somethin'," Duo continued. "And their both so pretty…"
"What are you getting at, Duo?" Quatre asked, a smile tugging on his lips.
"Well…" He winked lechorously at Quatre. "Maybe you should think about…getting yourself a girl? After all, once we stop these guys, life is gonna get pretty boring."
Quatre threw his hands into the air in mock exasperation. "First my sisters, then the Maganac, and now you, too?!" he cried, laughing.
"I'm just looking out for ya, buddy. Think about it before I snatch one up first." With one last wave, Duo disappeared down the hall. Quatre chuckled again and shook his head as he crawled into bed.
Maybe I SHOULD pick one…
//Well, here you have it! Another part of Bodyguards. Lemme know whether you think Quatre should go with Angel or with Mako…(just put it in a review) and I'll work on it for you. Enjoy!//
Quatre had noticed Angel stepping off of the balcony, disappearing somewhere. He touched Mako's arm, and she turned to face him. She flashed a reassuring smile.
"It's all under control, trust me." She leaned back in her chair and continued scanning the audience, but everything seemed in place.
"…Mako…" Angel's voice was soft over the mic.
"I hear you."
"Thirty of them."
"Copy that."
Angel could make out their forms now, moving through the crowd slowly. She saw Duo signal from behind a stage curtain and she nodded ever so slightly. Heero was dressed as an usher, also watching. Trowa was standing on the grand chandelier several stories above the floor. She ripped off her gown, already dressed in a skin-tight, black vigilante outfit. She broke out running, launching an offensive. Duo pushed the actress nearly off the stage as he too rushed into view, dressed in similar garb. Trowa did a magnificent flip from the chandelier and raced off to take care of the ones on the third floor. Heero blocked the only open exit, and Mako tore off her own gown and ran off of the balcony to get the ones on the second floor.
Quatre picked up the gun that Mako had left on his lap. An offensive, eh? Well…it's been a long time, but I think I still remember how to use one of these.
He rose to his feet warily, and then headed down to help Heero. There, whilst scanning the crowd for anyone making for the exit, he also let his gaze rest on Angel.
Please, please let her get out of this unharmed!
"Fifteen left!" Duo shouted to Angel. She was nearly invisible, slipping through the crowd in all black, and another man fell.
"Fourteen!" she shouted back.
"How're you managing to keep them alive?" Duo took a shot at one of the men headed Heero's way.
"Practice."
Then she saw them. Three…over there, heading toward Quatre. The hell they are. Angel thought with bite. She launched herself out of the crowd, grabbed a tassel hanging from on of the balconies, and landed in front of Quatre and Heero. Quatre blinked as her small form landed with force in front of him, her stance that of one ready to attack at any second, from any direction. He could hear her breath coming hard out of her nose. Then the three attacked, and she was a blur of motion.
Quatre found himself diving in to help her. He aimed for arms and legs, though he was occasionally forced to aim at shoulders. He looped his free arm around Angel as the last of the three fell. She panted, relaxing in his arms for a second.
"Come on, let's go see how the others are doing," she murmured. Quatre nodded, feeling a pang of worry at the thought of Mako and Trowa holding off the second and third floors on their own.
"Yeah, right behind you." He released her and Heero led the way up the steps. Heero was feeling his own anxiety, and it only added to his anger. Mako was up there alone…
"Guys!" Mako waved as they appeared, standing over four men. Trowa walked down the steps, holding up seven fingers.
"That's all of them, then." Angel breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's get this cleared up and go home."
~*~
Lian and Wufei made their way through downtown, escorted by their new 'friend' from the Dragon Regime. The DR owned many buildings in Downtown Hong Kong…Lian had to fight back her disgust.
Wufei was handling the man's questions with ease, though his gaze come to rest time to time on Lian. She distracted herself by looking at other men. Two could play at his little game. She would be the wife he married out of duty, and a terribly uninterested one at that. The man showed them where the bash was and left them alone. As soon as he was out of sight, Wufei yanked Lian to him. Jealousy had been kicking sharply at him all morning. He'd watched her look at other men and wanted to shake her senseless.
"Onna," he growled into her ear. "I don't want to catch you looking at other men."
She only smiled up sweetly at him. "Just playing my part."
He growled again.
"Jealous?"
"I cannot be jealous. We hardly know each other."
"You're jealous."
He hated that satisfied gleam in her eyes. He decided to get rid of it. His mouth firmly closed over hers, effectively stopping any further teasing. Her eyes slipped shut and she felt herself melting in his grasp.
"Hn. I'm not jealous," he muttered as he pulled away.
"Of course not, Wufei," she said, smiling. He sighed and led the way back to their car. This having a wife thing wasn't easy.
~*~
Satisfied that his saviors were sleeping peacefully, Quatre turned to the comfort of his own bed. He had just reached for the sheets when a quiet knock broke the silence.
"Come in."
"Hey, Q-man…" Duo smiled and sat backwards in a chair. "Feeling alive?"
"Very, thank Allah."
"Those girl's are somethin'," Duo continued. "And their both so pretty…"
"What are you getting at, Duo?" Quatre asked, a smile tugging on his lips.
"Well…" He winked lechorously at Quatre. "Maybe you should think about…getting yourself a girl? After all, once we stop these guys, life is gonna get pretty boring."
Quatre threw his hands into the air in mock exasperation. "First my sisters, then the Maganac, and now you, too?!" he cried, laughing.
"I'm just looking out for ya, buddy. Think about it before I snatch one up first." With one last wave, Duo disappeared down the hall. Quatre chuckled again and shook his head as he crawled into bed.
Maybe I SHOULD pick one…