The Beast? And the Beauty? by Travaria
Part 5
Quatre was disoriented. One second he had been talking to Heero, the next there was this blinding light and suddenly he appeared in this room. The room was perfectly circular and perfectly solid. There wasn't a door or a window anywhere. The only thing in the room at all was a mirror. Quatre was worried, he had no idea what happened, or where he was, or why he was there, and Heero was going to kill him. That is, if Heero ever found him.
"You can't think like that, Winner. Heero is very single minded, he will not rest until he finds you," Quatre muttered to himself, still examining the room in hopes that he had missed something. "How am I going to get out of this?" Quatre continued to mutter to himself, obviously frustrated by his captive status.
"I see you have arrived." Quatre whipped around, looking for the source of the disembodied voice. His eyes landed on the mirror, which now had a glowing image of a blonde girl in it, a blonde girl with really odd eyebrows.
"Who are you?!? What is going on here?!?!" Quatre exclaimed, staring at the mirror in shock.
"I suppose you can call me Dorothy. I am the resident of the wall mirror. I used to be in the hand mirror, but apparently I am too loud and stubborn and annoying and crude for Relena-*sama* so I was removed and placed in this stupid wall mirror. Apparently, it was my fault that she couldn't find a guy with the mirror, but if you ask me, which coincidentally no one does, the reason she can't find a guy is all of the fricking pink!! It's driving me insane!!!! Not that I wasn't already insane mind you, considering I'm trapped in a friggin' mirror!! But the pink has made it worse, sooooooo much worse!" At this point Quatre was really starting to regret asking who she was.
"Umm, excuse me," Quatre tentatively interrupted. "I don't suppose you could help me?"
"Oh right, help you! That is my job of course! I'm supposed to help all the poor humans with their little problems! Am I allowed to deal with my problems? No, I'm just a magical creation, we aren't supposed to have problems! We just spend all eternity helping all the poor humans with everything that goes wrong for them!! But does anyone ever help me?!? Of course not!! I'm just a magical manifestation, what problems could I have?!? I swear your entire species is made up of morons!!" Dorothy ranted. Now Quatre was really *really* sorry that he had said anything. It was too bad there was no where for him to go to get away from the crazy 'mirror- chick'.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way," Quatre said in his best 'apologetic diplomat' voice. "Is there a problem that I can help you with?" The girl in the mirror looked mildly shocked.
"Well actually, now that you mention it, I don't really have any problems," Dorothy replied, grinning. Quatre twitched, the normally peaceful boy felt like smashing the mirror into a billion pieces, but it could be his only way out, so he left it alone. "Well, I may not have problems, but you sure do! Man, it would totally suck to be you right now! I mean you are in so deep, and you don't even have anything to do with what's going on!" Dorothy cackled. Quatre scowled at her. "Say has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you scowl? And, because you are so adorable, I've decided to help, although I don't know how much you will appreciate it once you find out about the catch! Boy is it a terrible catch. But of course, most of Relena-sama's catches are."
"Look, I really don't care about the catch, I just want to get out of here," Quatre snapped, have taken far more Dorothy than he could handle.
"Just remember, you asked for it!" Dorothy crowed. "Now all you have to do is step through my mirror, Hot-Stuff. You'll come out in Relena's mansion. Unfortunately you won't be able to leave until Heero comes to rescue you."
"Is that the catch? That's hardly as bad as you made it out to be," Quatre said, relaxing a bit. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Actually, no, it's not the catch, the catch is much, much worse!! But you really have no choice, so through you go!!" Dorothy exclaimed, letting out a crazed string of laughter.
"Well, thank you for the inspiring words," Quatre ground out sarcastically. Dorothy didn't hear him, she was too busy laughing maniacally. Quatre sighed and stepped into the mirror.
******
Heero looked at the tree, then he looked at the ground, and then he looked at the tree again. He almost hoped that Quatre had fallen out of the tree, at least that would explain where the blonde had gone. But, Quatre wasn't in sight. He was just gone. Heero scowled, this was not something he was equipped to deal with. There was no trail, no clues, no suspects, no Quatre. Not that that meant that he wouldn't look for his charge, it only meant that it was going to be very, very hard to find him. Suddenly Heero heard another pop. The bodyguard looked up towards the tree fervently hoping that what ever had happened was over and that the pop meant that Quatre was back. Unfortunately that just wasn't happening. Instead Heero saw what appeared to be a floating pink envelope.
"I don't think I can take much more of this," Heero growled, uncharacteristically irritated. The bodyguard snatched the envelope out of the air and stared at it a moment. He really didn't want to open it, but it might be a clue. But then again, what kind of kidnapper would give him a clue that was contained in a bright pink envelope covered in flashy pink sparkles and doused in a perfume that somehow managed to smell pink. Heero scowled at the horrendous pink thing. If it weren't a potential clue, he never would have touched it, but as it was, he had no choice. Bravely, Heero slit open the envelope and pulled out the pink stationary that lay within. The letter read:
~Dear Prince Quatre's Bodyguard,
Prince Quatre has been kidnapped. But there is no need to worry! I know where the poor prince is being held captive, but I do not know who has captured him, and I do not know how. I wish that I could be of more help to you! I only know that there is some kind of beast that lives there and he probably knows something. I have enclosed directions to the mansion in which I believe Prince Quatre is being held! I am so glad that I could be of some help to you!
Love,
Relena Peacecraft~
Heero stared at the letter. He just could not believe this. First his charge just disappears, and then a disgustingly pink envelope appears out of nowhere, proclaiming to know where the blonde was. This was all ridiculous. Unfortunately, the letter was the only clue Heero had, so he was going to have to follow it. Hopefully he wouldn't run into this Relena Peacecraft though, he didn't think he could handle that on top of everything else. This really wasn't his day.
to be continued….
Part 5
Quatre was disoriented. One second he had been talking to Heero, the next there was this blinding light and suddenly he appeared in this room. The room was perfectly circular and perfectly solid. There wasn't a door or a window anywhere. The only thing in the room at all was a mirror. Quatre was worried, he had no idea what happened, or where he was, or why he was there, and Heero was going to kill him. That is, if Heero ever found him.
"You can't think like that, Winner. Heero is very single minded, he will not rest until he finds you," Quatre muttered to himself, still examining the room in hopes that he had missed something. "How am I going to get out of this?" Quatre continued to mutter to himself, obviously frustrated by his captive status.
"I see you have arrived." Quatre whipped around, looking for the source of the disembodied voice. His eyes landed on the mirror, which now had a glowing image of a blonde girl in it, a blonde girl with really odd eyebrows.
"Who are you?!? What is going on here?!?!" Quatre exclaimed, staring at the mirror in shock.
"I suppose you can call me Dorothy. I am the resident of the wall mirror. I used to be in the hand mirror, but apparently I am too loud and stubborn and annoying and crude for Relena-*sama* so I was removed and placed in this stupid wall mirror. Apparently, it was my fault that she couldn't find a guy with the mirror, but if you ask me, which coincidentally no one does, the reason she can't find a guy is all of the fricking pink!! It's driving me insane!!!! Not that I wasn't already insane mind you, considering I'm trapped in a friggin' mirror!! But the pink has made it worse, sooooooo much worse!" At this point Quatre was really starting to regret asking who she was.
"Umm, excuse me," Quatre tentatively interrupted. "I don't suppose you could help me?"
"Oh right, help you! That is my job of course! I'm supposed to help all the poor humans with their little problems! Am I allowed to deal with my problems? No, I'm just a magical creation, we aren't supposed to have problems! We just spend all eternity helping all the poor humans with everything that goes wrong for them!! But does anyone ever help me?!? Of course not!! I'm just a magical manifestation, what problems could I have?!? I swear your entire species is made up of morons!!" Dorothy ranted. Now Quatre was really *really* sorry that he had said anything. It was too bad there was no where for him to go to get away from the crazy 'mirror- chick'.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way," Quatre said in his best 'apologetic diplomat' voice. "Is there a problem that I can help you with?" The girl in the mirror looked mildly shocked.
"Well actually, now that you mention it, I don't really have any problems," Dorothy replied, grinning. Quatre twitched, the normally peaceful boy felt like smashing the mirror into a billion pieces, but it could be his only way out, so he left it alone. "Well, I may not have problems, but you sure do! Man, it would totally suck to be you right now! I mean you are in so deep, and you don't even have anything to do with what's going on!" Dorothy cackled. Quatre scowled at her. "Say has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you scowl? And, because you are so adorable, I've decided to help, although I don't know how much you will appreciate it once you find out about the catch! Boy is it a terrible catch. But of course, most of Relena-sama's catches are."
"Look, I really don't care about the catch, I just want to get out of here," Quatre snapped, have taken far more Dorothy than he could handle.
"Just remember, you asked for it!" Dorothy crowed. "Now all you have to do is step through my mirror, Hot-Stuff. You'll come out in Relena's mansion. Unfortunately you won't be able to leave until Heero comes to rescue you."
"Is that the catch? That's hardly as bad as you made it out to be," Quatre said, relaxing a bit. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
"Actually, no, it's not the catch, the catch is much, much worse!! But you really have no choice, so through you go!!" Dorothy exclaimed, letting out a crazed string of laughter.
"Well, thank you for the inspiring words," Quatre ground out sarcastically. Dorothy didn't hear him, she was too busy laughing maniacally. Quatre sighed and stepped into the mirror.
******
Heero looked at the tree, then he looked at the ground, and then he looked at the tree again. He almost hoped that Quatre had fallen out of the tree, at least that would explain where the blonde had gone. But, Quatre wasn't in sight. He was just gone. Heero scowled, this was not something he was equipped to deal with. There was no trail, no clues, no suspects, no Quatre. Not that that meant that he wouldn't look for his charge, it only meant that it was going to be very, very hard to find him. Suddenly Heero heard another pop. The bodyguard looked up towards the tree fervently hoping that what ever had happened was over and that the pop meant that Quatre was back. Unfortunately that just wasn't happening. Instead Heero saw what appeared to be a floating pink envelope.
"I don't think I can take much more of this," Heero growled, uncharacteristically irritated. The bodyguard snatched the envelope out of the air and stared at it a moment. He really didn't want to open it, but it might be a clue. But then again, what kind of kidnapper would give him a clue that was contained in a bright pink envelope covered in flashy pink sparkles and doused in a perfume that somehow managed to smell pink. Heero scowled at the horrendous pink thing. If it weren't a potential clue, he never would have touched it, but as it was, he had no choice. Bravely, Heero slit open the envelope and pulled out the pink stationary that lay within. The letter read:
~Dear Prince Quatre's Bodyguard,
Prince Quatre has been kidnapped. But there is no need to worry! I know where the poor prince is being held captive, but I do not know who has captured him, and I do not know how. I wish that I could be of more help to you! I only know that there is some kind of beast that lives there and he probably knows something. I have enclosed directions to the mansion in which I believe Prince Quatre is being held! I am so glad that I could be of some help to you!
Love,
Relena Peacecraft~
Heero stared at the letter. He just could not believe this. First his charge just disappears, and then a disgustingly pink envelope appears out of nowhere, proclaiming to know where the blonde was. This was all ridiculous. Unfortunately, the letter was the only clue Heero had, so he was going to have to follow it. Hopefully he wouldn't run into this Relena Peacecraft though, he didn't think he could handle that on top of everything else. This really wasn't his day.
to be continued….