"Well…it's almost time for lunch. Let's go for one more run down the hill." Quatre said. They nodded and did so. Duo and Wufei were busy killing each other on the other side of the slope and Heero was avoiding Relena. Despite all this, they managed to all arrive at the meeting spot at 11:30 as previously planned.
"I MADE it…you can't kill me now Wufei," Duo said as he ran in dragging his snowboard behind him.
"Right, but AFTER lunch, you're still dead meat," Wufei replied.
"Ulp…" Duo gulped.
"Get OFF of ME RELENA!!! Get your grimy paws off of ME!!!' Heero cried out. He was seriously thinking of sideswiping Relena with his skis. He was busy pushing off Relena with both hands.
"HEEEROOOO, why are you in denial? You KNOW you love me," Relena said. She hugged him more.
"Yuck! Get OFF me…get off me!!! OMAE O KOROSU!!!! GET OF ME RELENA PEACECRAFT!!!" he shouted. She backed off.
"You…you said my name! You remember my name!!!" Relena exclaimed happily. She had hearts floating above her head. Quatre and Trowa fell over anime style.
"This is hopeless…" Trowa said.
"That's right…" Quatre said getting up. "Well, now that we're all here, let's go back and eat lunch. It should be ready by the time we get there. Miss Relena and Zechs, I invite you to join us if you would like," Quatre offered.
"THANK YOU!!! I'LL SIT BY HEEROOOOO!!!" Relena exclaimed.
"No…" Heero gasped.
"But Relena…we really shouldn't be so…" Zechs argued.
"It's quite alright. Don't worry about it, I'm the one who offered you the chance. It will be my pleasure, and the rest of ours as well," Quatre said. They made it to the ski resort for lunch. Amazingly, they all got there in one piece. Quatre ushered them into the restaurant and pleaded with them to behave while in here. He didn't mention that not once, but TWICE the hotel concierge asked him if he was being held captive by drug lords and needed help in escaping. Sometimes he felt like admitting to that so they could take them away, but that wouldn't be right. He would just have to suffer through this week.
"I WANNA EAT A HOT DOG!!!" Duo shouted.
"Duo, this is an Italian restaurant. They don't have hot dogs. Have something more…er…cultured," Quatre said.
"Awwww, okay. I'll have the pasta parmesan then," he said. The waiter took down his order. Everyone else ordered their food and the longest period in the history of the world began, the wait for the food.
"Heero, why don't we go look at the pretty flowers over there," Relena said, clutching poor Heero's arm.
"That's okay. I SAID GET OFF OF ME," he cried out. The rest of the restaurant looked at them. Quatre hid himself behind his napkin.
"If they ever find out I'm Quatre Raberba Winner…my life will be over. My sisters will disown me, everyone will think I'm dealing drugs…" Quatre thought. The other guests turned back to their entrées. "Thank you Allah…" Quatre sighed. He took the napkin off his face.
"What was that for Quatre?" Trowa asked.
"Oh, nothing," he replied. He couldn't TELL them that he thought they were on something other than a 'natural' high. They finished eating their lunches and decided what to do afterwards. Quatre was dreading the decision of going back on the ski slopes for the afternoon.
"I dunno…what do you guys wanna do?" Duo asked. For once he was actually being CONSIDERATE!!!
"Well, do we really want to go outside on the slope again? We have a week here…" Quatre said. He was voicing his opinion in his own shy way.
"Well, how about a snowball fight?" Heero asked. Everyone turned to him.
"A WHAT?!" Zechs asked.
"A snowball fight," Heero answered again. Everyone continued to give him a blank stare.
"What are you suggesting?" Quatre asked.
"A S-N-O-W-B-A-L-L F-I-G-H-T," Heero said, spelling out the words. He still received a blank stare, and an improved questionable look from Duo.
"I see. A primitive way of relieving stress and agitation on your friends by packing snow together and throwing them at each other," Zechs said. He was the first to come out of the trance set on by Heero.
"Oh goodie!" Duo cheered. He seemed to snap out of it easily.
"A primitive way of relieving stress? How come I didn't think of that?" Quatre asked. He shook his head. Heero sighed with relief at his comrades amazing sense of stupidity.
"So, what do you say guys? It beats going back out on the shuttle. There's a spot in the back of the resort where nobody is, but it's a great place to stage the fight. The snow is powdery too. It'll make a great spot." Heero asked. He had a mischevious twinkle in his eye. Quatre, desperate for not heading out to ski on the slopes with the fear of having his friends kill each other agreed. Although, he did have to admit that this probably wouldn't be any better. But this way, at least if someone got decked, it was in a staged fight, not utter chaos.
"Alright, let's do this instead." Quatre agreed.
"What ever Quatre decides, I'll vouch for," Trowa added.
"I wanna be on Hii-chan's team," Relena said reaching for Heero. He sidestepped letting her fall on her face.
"That's not possible. We're not having teams." Heero replied nonchalantly. Relena picked herself off the floor.
"Eh?" she responded.
"That's right. Now let's go out and let the battle begin," Heero said. They followed him outside. They gave 20 seconds to the group to let them scatter themselves and hide among the natural scenery. After the last person went to hide, someone shouted "GOOOO!!!!" and the battle began. Quatre had put himself behind a big rock and was taking pictures of the ongoing action. The action never ended. Not to worry, Quatre was well prepared, he brought tons of extra film stuffed in his jacket pockets.
"This will be good blackmail someday…" he thought.
