Part 4
"This's gotta be the longest shaft ever." Duo supposed he had been up in the shaft for over an hour. He started singing. "Three hundred miles of shaft left to crawl, three hundred miles of shaft." Duo was the poster-child of boredom. Wow.
He noticed a little gun-like device implanted in the wall. Duo laughed at the simplicity and successfully disabled the pathetic attempt on his life. He performed a modified happy dance in the shaft. "I'm nooooooot deeaaaaad! Can't kill the God of Death!"
His celebration was cut short by the closing off of the shaft and the sound of escaping air. "Shit." He crawled forward hastily, looking for another grate or something. The air was getting rapidly thinner and it was like the walls were closing in on him. His vision was wavering. He came across a metal square in the bottom of the shaft. With the rest of his might, he feverishly beat on the plate. It yielded under the stress. He jumped through the hole, not really caring who might be down there.
He landed into the pitch-dark room, sprawled out on the floor, and gasped for air. "Hnnn. Any more of this, and I'll fall apart. Oh ouch." He felt a lump starting to form on his thigh where he landed.
What was that? Duo thought he heard something. He briefly held his breath to listen closer. He did hear something: someone else's shallow breath.
The ballroom had no lights on. A silver moonbeam shone through the large french doors. Wufei could feel the cold linoleum under his bare feet. He gently pulled his sword out of its sheath. Wufei held the tip straight in front of him and it glinted in the moonlight. He drew it up and thrust it forward. He proceeded in intricate movements, sometimes deflecting, sometimes attacking his imaginary opponent. Strands of hair fell loose from his tie. He normally didn't let that happen, but no one would be seeing him tonight.
The pale illumination played on his features, softening his strong structure. Wufei's onyx hair had now completely escaped the tie and left the glimmering strands flowing behind him.
His exercise grew more intense. It seemed as though he was cutting the air itself. A bead of sweat formed at his brow. The young man continued still, almost like he was angry at his own imagination.
Wufei stopped, when he was out of breath. He carefully replaced the blade in its sheath. All worn out, he stretched out on the floor and looked at the ceiling. He allowed a rare smile to play across his lips. The chandler would always be a bit crooked.
~ Violin music played in the ballroom~ It was Quatre's birthday. Quatre and the pilots decided to have a ball in his honor. As always, someone meant the pilots harm. Heero noticed one of the men present was carrying a gun and Heero approached this man. The two began a verbal conflict, which rapidly grew in volume. The rest of the pilots ran over to back up their friend. Duo decided this man was too loud, and after the man insulted Quatre and decided to shoot out the party, Duo threw a punch at the man. The man ducked and the powerful punch landed on the man's friend's jaw. This started a large angry brawl. Wufei pulled out his katana, Heero used his gun and death glare and Duo fended off mobs with his fists. Quatre, being a peaceful person, abhorred the fight. It was his birthday party. He would stop the fight at all costs. Somehow, Quatre got himself on the chandler. There was enough space for him to stand up straight.
"STOP FIGHTING! It's my birthday."
Everyone stopped fighting and Quatre struck up the band. Quatre smiled and was about to jump off the chandler, when part of the wire holding both he and the chandler up, popped. The chandler bent, and some of the bulbs shattered off. Quatre was bucked off and flew in to the punch bowl. ~
No matter what the boys did to Quatre's house, he always let them stay. Wufei wondered what they would do without Quatre, especially when his house turned into the Gundam Pilot Hospital. Wufei pulled back his hair and found a bathroom to take a shower in.
"This's gotta be the longest shaft ever." Duo supposed he had been up in the shaft for over an hour. He started singing. "Three hundred miles of shaft left to crawl, three hundred miles of shaft." Duo was the poster-child of boredom. Wow.
He noticed a little gun-like device implanted in the wall. Duo laughed at the simplicity and successfully disabled the pathetic attempt on his life. He performed a modified happy dance in the shaft. "I'm nooooooot deeaaaaad! Can't kill the God of Death!"
His celebration was cut short by the closing off of the shaft and the sound of escaping air. "Shit." He crawled forward hastily, looking for another grate or something. The air was getting rapidly thinner and it was like the walls were closing in on him. His vision was wavering. He came across a metal square in the bottom of the shaft. With the rest of his might, he feverishly beat on the plate. It yielded under the stress. He jumped through the hole, not really caring who might be down there.
He landed into the pitch-dark room, sprawled out on the floor, and gasped for air. "Hnnn. Any more of this, and I'll fall apart. Oh ouch." He felt a lump starting to form on his thigh where he landed.
What was that? Duo thought he heard something. He briefly held his breath to listen closer. He did hear something: someone else's shallow breath.
The ballroom had no lights on. A silver moonbeam shone through the large french doors. Wufei could feel the cold linoleum under his bare feet. He gently pulled his sword out of its sheath. Wufei held the tip straight in front of him and it glinted in the moonlight. He drew it up and thrust it forward. He proceeded in intricate movements, sometimes deflecting, sometimes attacking his imaginary opponent. Strands of hair fell loose from his tie. He normally didn't let that happen, but no one would be seeing him tonight.
The pale illumination played on his features, softening his strong structure. Wufei's onyx hair had now completely escaped the tie and left the glimmering strands flowing behind him.
His exercise grew more intense. It seemed as though he was cutting the air itself. A bead of sweat formed at his brow. The young man continued still, almost like he was angry at his own imagination.
Wufei stopped, when he was out of breath. He carefully replaced the blade in its sheath. All worn out, he stretched out on the floor and looked at the ceiling. He allowed a rare smile to play across his lips. The chandler would always be a bit crooked.
~ Violin music played in the ballroom~ It was Quatre's birthday. Quatre and the pilots decided to have a ball in his honor. As always, someone meant the pilots harm. Heero noticed one of the men present was carrying a gun and Heero approached this man. The two began a verbal conflict, which rapidly grew in volume. The rest of the pilots ran over to back up their friend. Duo decided this man was too loud, and after the man insulted Quatre and decided to shoot out the party, Duo threw a punch at the man. The man ducked and the powerful punch landed on the man's friend's jaw. This started a large angry brawl. Wufei pulled out his katana, Heero used his gun and death glare and Duo fended off mobs with his fists. Quatre, being a peaceful person, abhorred the fight. It was his birthday party. He would stop the fight at all costs. Somehow, Quatre got himself on the chandler. There was enough space for him to stand up straight.
"STOP FIGHTING! It's my birthday."
Everyone stopped fighting and Quatre struck up the band. Quatre smiled and was about to jump off the chandler, when part of the wire holding both he and the chandler up, popped. The chandler bent, and some of the bulbs shattered off. Quatre was bucked off and flew in to the punch bowl. ~
No matter what the boys did to Quatre's house, he always let them stay. Wufei wondered what they would do without Quatre, especially when his house turned into the Gundam Pilot Hospital. Wufei pulled back his hair and found a bathroom to take a shower in.
