This Is Not My Day

This Is Not My Day



There were no more unpleasant surprises for Heero for a while; unless you count being bombarded by snowballs when he stepped out of the limo. If there weren't so many people around *cough* Relena, *cough* He would have taken out his gun and used the snowballs for target practice.

As the day went on he was partially enjoying it. The smell of pine cones, people scurrying around like insects, Christmas food being cooked; even the perfect soldier could appreciate this season. Milliardo came up to him; his expression of extreme dislike was less severe than normal. Could he have come up with some new sort of torture tactic?

I'm only being pleasant to you because of the holidays. So Heero, do you have a suit for tonight?

No, I'll borrow one from someone. Heero, who isn't one to say more than needed felt compelled to defend his simple answer of no.'

Good, I have the perfect suit for you. I'll give it to you right before the ball. Milliardo promised as he walked away with a grin on his face.

I wonder what he's grinning about. This could be trouble.' Just at that moment Relena and Quatre ran in to the room.

Heero, the caterers are finished setting up the food. You must see the ballroom. Relena grabbed his hand and ran across her mansion. Half way to the ballroom the wing zero pilot started to wonder if everyone underestimated the shape Relena was in. She wasn't even winded, and he calculated the length of her castle to be a kilometer long. He and Quatre weren't tired, but of course they were Gundam pilots.

As they shuffled to a stop just inside the door, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei were hanging expensive looking red and green silk streamers from the pillars. Duo was getting ready to hammer a nail when QT, Relena's terrier, ran under his ladder, causing him to drop his hammer.

Heero noticed the hammer, which was about to land on his head. He nimbly stepped out of the way. He was home free, no accidents were caused by this, he thought as he turned around, and ran smack into Trowa's ladder.

Trowa, who was hanging a streamer on a nail, was knocked off his ladder and swung on the streamer as if it was some sort of circus act. For a moment he thought he was at the circus, that's why he didn't notice Wufei. If not lost in his dream world, Trowa could have gracefully jumped off the dangling ribbon.

Wufei looked up to see a bird like creature descending on him. Reacting to the vulture like figure, he whipped out his sword and swung at it's beak. Missing his target, the streamer was cut instead. This caused Trowa to fall on top of him, and they both fell into the unknown below.

It wasn't unknown to those who were watching beneath. It was the beautiful, just finished, table of food, filled with yummy treats the caterers just made. It took a split second for the head caterer to produce the bill and run to his van.

Relena stood on a chair and told everyone to salvage what they could. Duo scrambled over to Trowa, picked a jelly-filled pastry off his shirt, and popped it in his mouth.

No, Duo, I mean for the guests to eat. Then we'll have to figure out a way to cook replacements for what we couldn't salvage ourselves.

The maguanacs could do it. Everyone pictured 40 maguanacs cooking flaky, delicate, pastries and finger foods, and was immediately against the idea.

That's a great idea, Quatre. Relena went on, The streamers still have to be put up. Do you suppose they could do that tooooo She was cut off as QT ran under the chair she was standing on, knocking it over.

Heero, realizing what was happening, lunged to save Relena from certain disaster. He tripped over Duo, who was munching on ruined food, and fell to the floor. Relena then landed on top of him. She wasn't exactly a dead weight but then she wasn't exactly dead either. She was just stunned as her hard head hit Heero's even harder head.

A bit flushed, she rolled off Heero and made her way out of the room, mumbling about Tylenol and a nap. Instead of going around a ladder that was in her way, she flung it across the room and stalked into the hall.

From under the ladder Wufei grumbled about crazy, weak onnas, who didn't know their own strength.

Konnichiwa minna-sama, this is chapter 4 of This Is Not My Day. Please read and review it. If you like this I have two other stories out. One is GW, called Must I Kill You? The other is Card Captor Sakura, and it's called Shadow Man, The Dawn. I may also be putting a CCS story up called Clow Tablets, or something to that effect.