Chapter 3: WTF are you talking about woman? Of Love is a many Splendid
Thing.
It was about 2:20 in the morning when Charlize knocked on the safe house door. When no sound was heard from inside the house, she picked the lock with a bobby pin and let herself in. Its very quiet in here, thought the red-haired dancer. Where could everyone be? She recalled that this place had been busy and full of life, and soon it would be still everyday once the boys leave.
She found his bedroom soon enough. The door was closed but not locked, thank God.
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Heero could not sleep, his body was tired but his conscious mind was wide-awake. Something troubled him, every once and a while he would remember what it was. It troubled him that he could not figure out what Ms. McGregor wanted. Was she for real?
His thoughts were interpreted by the soft shriek of the door. He instinctively grabbed his faithful handgun off his drawer. The feeling of being in constant danger returned, he no longer felt safe in the humble safe house. The moment the door opened he fired.
Silence.
He missed.
In the after math Heero saw Charlize McGregor standing in the door, a river of blood flowing down her left arm. She did not move, and Heero noticed she was barely breathing. Oh no. A minute later, she collapsed onto the floor.
Heero jumped off the bed and raced to her side. He made a mental note of all her vitals, and deducted that she was going to into shock. He had a choice; A) wake up the others and see if any of them knew how to treat shock. B) Call 9-1-1 and not bother explaining to the others. Neither of them were good enough. All Heero knew that if not treated a person could die of shock.
"Mission Accepted. Plan A."
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Quatre, Trowa, Duo, and Wufei listened to Heero's plan. To be exact Duo sat on the couch in the living room watching Courage the Cowardly Dog, while Quatre watched over Charlize in dismay, and Trowa was the only one listening to Heero. Wufei was ranting on about how woman were weak.
After ten terrifying minutes Charlize finally gained consciousness. She began to laugh when Courage screamed and his head got big and there was a hole in his tooth.
"Christen loved this show," she said quietly.
"Yeah? This Christen guy got good taste then," Duo smiled.
"Yes, he did. I never understood why he loved this show, I mean its cute and everything but whenever it said something like Courage is coming up, Christen would go, 'Ooo! Yay! Its Courage!'," her expression changed from happy to sad, and this did not go unnoticed by Heero.
"Who is Christen anyways?" he asked quietly.
She didn't answer immediately. "Christen was beautiful," seeing their confused expressions she continued. "What I mean is Christen was the most beautiful man I'd seen, he was even more beautiful on the inside. He was so nice, and he had a sense of humor. And he was very talented. He was a poet/writer. The thing I liked about him the most was that he loved me. He didn't care, what I did for a living, he loved me, and that's what mattered. He promised me he wouldn't get jealous, but he did…" she put her face in her hands and sobbed.
Everyone but Duo knew what she meant.
"Why do you keep talking about this guy in past tense?" he pushed the subject despite the death glare he got from Heero, and protests from the rest.
What is the matter with this guy? He's too dumb to be an ex-gundam pilot, Charlize thought. She would have to ask Heero about that. Her patience was just about to run for the hills.
"Are you slow in the head?!" she screeched. "Past tense, think about it baka! What do you use past tense for??"
Everyone face faulted. Duo hesitated; he hated being on the bad side of a woman. "Uh. Is this a trick question?" Heero fought not to laugh.
Charlize narrowed her eyes, and shook her head very slowly. "Yes…what do you think?!?!"
"Uh, no?" she nodded and mouthed continue.
Suddenly, it hit Duo; the dude was dead! OMG was he stupid or what. Duo mentally slapped himself. A cheesy grin formed on his lips.
"Hehehe. Man when God passed out the brains I really did say 'No. Thank you.' "
"What happened to him?" Trowa asked quietly. "I mean how did he die."
Charlize took in a deep breath to clam herself; she could not afford to breakdown in front of them. It would ruin everything. Hm, this man obviously meant a lot to her, wonder how long she's been in this fragile state. Heero noted.
"It's been a year and a half since I left saw him," she began. "I'm not sure if he's dead or not. But as far as I know he has never been seen since a couple years ago."
"And this is why you came to us." Heero didn't ask, he knew. She nodded, but stopped halfway; she did not know.
"I guess…. Why do you ask?" she found her fatal mistake. "Damn. I shouldn't have said anything. Why did I do that? Am I really that upset about his death??" nobody knew.
Damn, Charlize mentally cursed herself. "Fuck me," she mumbled.
Duo volunteered, "I will."
"Damnit Duo. Shut up, she didn't mean it literally," Heero growled, Prussian blue eyes shimmered with annoyance.
"Gawd, sorry. It's not my fault," Duo retorted.
"What did you say?"
"Nothin."
"Nothing my ass. What did you say Duo."
"Nothing my god. What's your problem? You never do this."
"Do what."
"This."
"What the heck is this, Duo?" a little light bulb lit inside Heero's head." What's the matter Duo? Are you jealous?"
The braided boy was shocked; this was not what he had expected. All eyes eagerly awaited for his next move. "J-jealous? Are you nuts? Why…why would I be jealous? You're my-uh, friend? Or at least you were? I'm so confused!"
Heero just smirked. "I knew it."
"Knew what?!?"
"It."
"What?? What? What it?" he gasped. "You think? You think that I…? No. No. You got it all wrong, man. Women for me only…" he turned to Charlize, eyes wide.
It was about 2:20 in the morning when Charlize knocked on the safe house door. When no sound was heard from inside the house, she picked the lock with a bobby pin and let herself in. Its very quiet in here, thought the red-haired dancer. Where could everyone be? She recalled that this place had been busy and full of life, and soon it would be still everyday once the boys leave.
She found his bedroom soon enough. The door was closed but not locked, thank God.
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Heero could not sleep, his body was tired but his conscious mind was wide-awake. Something troubled him, every once and a while he would remember what it was. It troubled him that he could not figure out what Ms. McGregor wanted. Was she for real?
His thoughts were interpreted by the soft shriek of the door. He instinctively grabbed his faithful handgun off his drawer. The feeling of being in constant danger returned, he no longer felt safe in the humble safe house. The moment the door opened he fired.
Silence.
He missed.
In the after math Heero saw Charlize McGregor standing in the door, a river of blood flowing down her left arm. She did not move, and Heero noticed she was barely breathing. Oh no. A minute later, she collapsed onto the floor.
Heero jumped off the bed and raced to her side. He made a mental note of all her vitals, and deducted that she was going to into shock. He had a choice; A) wake up the others and see if any of them knew how to treat shock. B) Call 9-1-1 and not bother explaining to the others. Neither of them were good enough. All Heero knew that if not treated a person could die of shock.
"Mission Accepted. Plan A."
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Quatre, Trowa, Duo, and Wufei listened to Heero's plan. To be exact Duo sat on the couch in the living room watching Courage the Cowardly Dog, while Quatre watched over Charlize in dismay, and Trowa was the only one listening to Heero. Wufei was ranting on about how woman were weak.
After ten terrifying minutes Charlize finally gained consciousness. She began to laugh when Courage screamed and his head got big and there was a hole in his tooth.
"Christen loved this show," she said quietly.
"Yeah? This Christen guy got good taste then," Duo smiled.
"Yes, he did. I never understood why he loved this show, I mean its cute and everything but whenever it said something like Courage is coming up, Christen would go, 'Ooo! Yay! Its Courage!'," her expression changed from happy to sad, and this did not go unnoticed by Heero.
"Who is Christen anyways?" he asked quietly.
She didn't answer immediately. "Christen was beautiful," seeing their confused expressions she continued. "What I mean is Christen was the most beautiful man I'd seen, he was even more beautiful on the inside. He was so nice, and he had a sense of humor. And he was very talented. He was a poet/writer. The thing I liked about him the most was that he loved me. He didn't care, what I did for a living, he loved me, and that's what mattered. He promised me he wouldn't get jealous, but he did…" she put her face in her hands and sobbed.
Everyone but Duo knew what she meant.
"Why do you keep talking about this guy in past tense?" he pushed the subject despite the death glare he got from Heero, and protests from the rest.
What is the matter with this guy? He's too dumb to be an ex-gundam pilot, Charlize thought. She would have to ask Heero about that. Her patience was just about to run for the hills.
"Are you slow in the head?!" she screeched. "Past tense, think about it baka! What do you use past tense for??"
Everyone face faulted. Duo hesitated; he hated being on the bad side of a woman. "Uh. Is this a trick question?" Heero fought not to laugh.
Charlize narrowed her eyes, and shook her head very slowly. "Yes…what do you think?!?!"
"Uh, no?" she nodded and mouthed continue.
Suddenly, it hit Duo; the dude was dead! OMG was he stupid or what. Duo mentally slapped himself. A cheesy grin formed on his lips.
"Hehehe. Man when God passed out the brains I really did say 'No. Thank you.' "
"What happened to him?" Trowa asked quietly. "I mean how did he die."
Charlize took in a deep breath to clam herself; she could not afford to breakdown in front of them. It would ruin everything. Hm, this man obviously meant a lot to her, wonder how long she's been in this fragile state. Heero noted.
"It's been a year and a half since I left saw him," she began. "I'm not sure if he's dead or not. But as far as I know he has never been seen since a couple years ago."
"And this is why you came to us." Heero didn't ask, he knew. She nodded, but stopped halfway; she did not know.
"I guess…. Why do you ask?" she found her fatal mistake. "Damn. I shouldn't have said anything. Why did I do that? Am I really that upset about his death??" nobody knew.
Damn, Charlize mentally cursed herself. "Fuck me," she mumbled.
Duo volunteered, "I will."
"Damnit Duo. Shut up, she didn't mean it literally," Heero growled, Prussian blue eyes shimmered with annoyance.
"Gawd, sorry. It's not my fault," Duo retorted.
"What did you say?"
"Nothin."
"Nothing my ass. What did you say Duo."
"Nothing my god. What's your problem? You never do this."
"Do what."
"This."
"What the heck is this, Duo?" a little light bulb lit inside Heero's head." What's the matter Duo? Are you jealous?"
The braided boy was shocked; this was not what he had expected. All eyes eagerly awaited for his next move. "J-jealous? Are you nuts? Why…why would I be jealous? You're my-uh, friend? Or at least you were? I'm so confused!"
Heero just smirked. "I knew it."
"Knew what?!?"
"It."
"What?? What? What it?" he gasped. "You think? You think that I…? No. No. You got it all wrong, man. Women for me only…" he turned to Charlize, eyes wide.