A Day at the Carnival
By: Shadow and Kerry
Warnings: Will the Relena bashing ever end? … … … Thought not. :::grins::: Yup. More of the same. Oh… And I'm afraid I've written Zechs more like I typically write Treize, so forgive me if he seems a bit OOC. :::Bows:::
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"Well…" Zechs began slowly, a smile on his face. "It seems as though your friends are certainly having fun."
Quatre returned the smile warmly. "Doesn't it, though? I'm glad for them. Duo doesn't usually get to spend much time with both of them at once… And if that was Trowa, and I'm sure it was… Well. I've never seen him that excited before."
A smirk appeared on Heero's face. "I have once… I walked into their room to ask if they'd seen the chocolate syrup anywhere, and-"
Blushing, Quatre quickly interrupted his lover. "That's nice, Heero… But I'm sure that Zechs understands what I meant."
Zechs smiled charmingly, amused by Heero's attitude and Quatre's blushing. "Yes, I understand, Quatre. Your friend isn't normally so… Ah… Hyper, I believe would be a good word."
The three young men stopped talking for a few moments, their gazes drifting idly over to the hideous pink ride they knew Relena was on. Before their eyes, the large device suddenly halted.
"Oh my! I wonder what's going on?" Quatre exclaimed, looking curious. "Should we go see?"
Heero shrugged slightly. "Why bother? I'm sure we'll find out if we wait a while." Zechs smiled a little and nodded his agreement.
Moments later, they were proven correct. "Heee~rooo! Get me off of this horrid ride this instant!" Relena shrieked, causing the three young men to wince.
"Her voice shouldn't be able to carry that far with all this noise to interfere." Heero growled, a scowl appearing on his face.
Quatre giggled. "Well, maybe it shouldn't, but it did… So what are we going to do now?" he asked, looking first at Heero, then Zechs, then the pink ride at the corner of his vision. His question answered itself in the next few seconds.
The two bored looking middle-aged men that had been in charge of running the Britney Spears ride did something to make the individual entrances of the pink contraption open, and the passengers began streaming out. All except one, that is.
"I refuse to take so much as a single step away from this ride until you fix it! I insist that I get my money's worth!" Relena exclaimed haughtily, her voice still carrying over to the three young men. The two men tried to reason with her, but it didn't seem to be working. They looked as though they were quickly growing desperate.
Soon enough Relena's chauffeur, a man whom all three pilots knew was a dependable, loyal, and well-armed type, arrived on the scene. Apparently he had heard Relena from wherever he had been amusing himself, and had taken it upon himself to ensure she was safe, and keeping her temper at least moderately under control.
The man took a few short moments to hastily survey the situation, then simply sat down next to his employer. It didn't look as though he was going to budge either.
"Well, isn't this… interesting." Quatre commented, frowning a little and tilting his head slightly to one side.
Zechs rolled his eyes as he watched a crowd gather around the broken ride. "Typical Relena, I assure. She's always been this way." He paused for a few moments, then his smile widened a tad. "At least this will give the three of us some time to… Ah… Better acquaint ourselves. She'll be safe enough with that chauffeur of hers there to watch over her… He's been of such use to my family before in the area of… protecting her, if what I've been told can be believed. That being said, where shall we head first?"
By: Shadow and Kerry
Warnings: Will the Relena bashing ever end? … … … Thought not. :::grins::: Yup. More of the same. Oh… And I'm afraid I've written Zechs more like I typically write Treize, so forgive me if he seems a bit OOC. :::Bows:::
~ ~ ~
"Well…" Zechs began slowly, a smile on his face. "It seems as though your friends are certainly having fun."
Quatre returned the smile warmly. "Doesn't it, though? I'm glad for them. Duo doesn't usually get to spend much time with both of them at once… And if that was Trowa, and I'm sure it was… Well. I've never seen him that excited before."
A smirk appeared on Heero's face. "I have once… I walked into their room to ask if they'd seen the chocolate syrup anywhere, and-"
Blushing, Quatre quickly interrupted his lover. "That's nice, Heero… But I'm sure that Zechs understands what I meant."
Zechs smiled charmingly, amused by Heero's attitude and Quatre's blushing. "Yes, I understand, Quatre. Your friend isn't normally so… Ah… Hyper, I believe would be a good word."
The three young men stopped talking for a few moments, their gazes drifting idly over to the hideous pink ride they knew Relena was on. Before their eyes, the large device suddenly halted.
"Oh my! I wonder what's going on?" Quatre exclaimed, looking curious. "Should we go see?"
Heero shrugged slightly. "Why bother? I'm sure we'll find out if we wait a while." Zechs smiled a little and nodded his agreement.
Moments later, they were proven correct. "Heee~rooo! Get me off of this horrid ride this instant!" Relena shrieked, causing the three young men to wince.
"Her voice shouldn't be able to carry that far with all this noise to interfere." Heero growled, a scowl appearing on his face.
Quatre giggled. "Well, maybe it shouldn't, but it did… So what are we going to do now?" he asked, looking first at Heero, then Zechs, then the pink ride at the corner of his vision. His question answered itself in the next few seconds.
The two bored looking middle-aged men that had been in charge of running the Britney Spears ride did something to make the individual entrances of the pink contraption open, and the passengers began streaming out. All except one, that is.
"I refuse to take so much as a single step away from this ride until you fix it! I insist that I get my money's worth!" Relena exclaimed haughtily, her voice still carrying over to the three young men. The two men tried to reason with her, but it didn't seem to be working. They looked as though they were quickly growing desperate.
Soon enough Relena's chauffeur, a man whom all three pilots knew was a dependable, loyal, and well-armed type, arrived on the scene. Apparently he had heard Relena from wherever he had been amusing himself, and had taken it upon himself to ensure she was safe, and keeping her temper at least moderately under control.
The man took a few short moments to hastily survey the situation, then simply sat down next to his employer. It didn't look as though he was going to budge either.
"Well, isn't this… interesting." Quatre commented, frowning a little and tilting his head slightly to one side.
Zechs rolled his eyes as he watched a crowd gather around the broken ride. "Typical Relena, I assure. She's always been this way." He paused for a few moments, then his smile widened a tad. "At least this will give the three of us some time to… Ah… Better acquaint ourselves. She'll be safe enough with that chauffeur of hers there to watch over her… He's been of such use to my family before in the area of… protecting her, if what I've been told can be believed. That being said, where shall we head first?"