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.