Tori: The E-Mail isn't dead yet!

Ke: …a long way from dead I'd say…

Tori: Phase Two is fast approaching, though!

Ke: What's Phase Two?

Ke#2: When's it coming?

Ke#8: Where do you keep the hairspray?

Tori: *slowly turns around, then gasps in astonishment to see a group of about 10 multi-colored ferrets looking up at her*

Ke: Heh. I can explain…

Tori: *faints*

                                                                                                                   

~*~*~*~

         Rashid hummed to himself as he strolled casually through the living room, hands thrust into his pockets. Sliding a glance left, then right, he let the tune trail off and, with a start of childish glee and a manic grin, slid into Quatre's computer chair.

         "I'll just check up on him…" he reasoned, opening his ward's inbox and double-clicking the first letter he saw.

Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and Fei, it's me! Duet!,

         "Not the girl again… She's going to ruin him! Refusing to join the harem but living in Master Quatre's house anyway!" Releasing a massive sigh, he read on.

Here's a fun little test Makoto sent me! Watcha' do is fill this out with your answers, copy it, and send it to your friends! Don't forward it, just copy and paste. Oh, and send it back to me when you're done! It's supposed to be a learning experience!

         "I better check this out to be sure it isn't harmful…"

1. Name (first, middle, Confirmation if Catholic, AND last)

         Rashid Kurama

2. Age (as precise as possible)

         42

3. Location (precise)

         Safehouse

4. Girlfriend/ Boyfriend

         None

5. Favorite color

         Orange

6. Favorite kind of socks

         No socks

7. Favorite Types of Music

         Indie

8. Favorite Smells

         The desert at night

9. Do you sing in the shower?

         No

10. What's the first thing you say in the morning?

         "…*grunts then yawns and stretches* …"

11. Can you drive?

         Yes.

12. If so, do you drive fast?

         Only to make cops get out of their cars when it's raining

13. How often do you cry?

         What reason would I have to cry? All is well in the world of the Muslims… [A/N: Oooh! Sarcasm! One of my favorites!]

14. What's your favorite quote?

         "Ab honestro virum bonum nihil deterret" {Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honorable}

15. Why?

         There is truth to it.

16. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

         No

17. If you wrote an autobiography, what would the title be?

          "How Do You Spell That?"

18. Where was your first kiss? (place, not location of kiss)

         At the Sunset Oasis not far from here

19. Who was it from?

         A young lady whose name I cannot remember

20. What's on the shirt you're wearing right now?

         There are no designs on my tunic.

21. What's on your personal mug?

         "Camel spit. Horse shit. …this "dirty mouth" thing could go so many ways…"

22. What's the first thing a person says when they see you?

         "You're…not riding on my flight, are you?"

23. How do you respond?

         With a level stare and a call to airport security.

24. For a million dollars, would you make out in the cockpit of a Gundam?

         QUATRE!

25. If you were an animal, what would you be?

         A bear

26. What's your future child's name?

         Rashid Jr. or Rashilie, in accordance with tradition

27. Do you like piña coladas?

         No

28. And getting caught in the rain?

         I enjoy the rain very much, being desert-bred

29. What's your computer's background?

         This isn't my computer, but mine has a picture of the desert

30. What's under your bed?

         The second bunk

31. What's in your closet?

         The third bunk

32. How many languages s do you speak? (list)

         Four. Japanese, English, Sanskrit, and Arabic

33. What's you're favorite sport?

         Camel racing           [A/N: *does a rim-shot and is promptly booed out of the fic*]

34. If you play a sport, what is your number?

         I don't play, just watch

35.  When you get a "Hello, my name is…" sticker, what do you put?

         "RASHID" and the Magunac insignia

36. Have you ever heard a song that you felt described you? (name and band)

         Never

37. Have you ever heard a song that totally hit home? (name and band)

         "Responsibility" by Akira Shinoto

38. Was there ever a song that just pissed you off? (name and band)

          Rap

39. Do you drink milk?

         Every day

40. Have you ever eaten a bug?

         Yes

41. If so, how did it taste?

         It was dipped in chocolate, but it was still rather nasty

42. What's your favorite article of clothing?

         My slippers

43. What's your favorite sound?

The six pilots speaking rather loudly somewhere in the house. I feel safer knowing where they all are.

44. Have you ever been in love?

         Yes, but I've never married.

45. Blondes, brunettes, red-heads or other colors?

         Dark red

46. If you could change your name, what would it be?

         I wouldn't

47. Why?

         Because my name is part of my family's tradition

48. Do you know the muffin man?

         Is that the one who goes "Hoo hoo HOO!" when you poke him in the stomach?

49. Why did you fill this out?

         Security reasons

50. Do you hate me for sending this to you?

         Actually, this wasn't sent to me at all

 

         With an intriguing smile that revealed nothing of what he was thinking, Rashid sent the letter, but not before adding Catherine Bloom's address to the list from Quatre's address book. "People might be angry if they're excluded. Hm, better add Sylvia as well…" Click!

         "Message successfully sent!" the computer beeped.

*Bonus Mini-Theater 10*

         Quatre and Trowa had just seen the last of their friends down the stairs and out the door and were ready to spend the rest of their eventful evening vegging in front of the TV with the rest of the guys when the French doors swung inwards. An unimpressive breeze stirred the gauze curtains a limply, and a flash of lightning all but failed to not-quite-menacingly outline a feminine figure standing in the opening.

         With a shaky hand, Trowa reached over and flicked on the lights. A shrill cry tore through the air, but drowned in a fit of coughing. Duet fell to the floor, clutching her chest and covering her mouth.

         "Oh. It's just you," Heero deadpanned, then turned back to the TV. "You almost had me for a minute."

         "…dying… bleeding… need…medical…attention…" the braided girl chocked, clutching at Quatre's ankles.

         "Oh, you'll be alright!" Quatre smiled down at her, then turned on his heel and walked off, stepping on her hand in the process.

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Tori: Duet abuse!

Ke#5: You're awake.

Tori: *twitch twitch* NO THANKS TO YOU!

Ke#9: So, what are you going to do about this, ne?

Tori: I'M not going to do anything. YOU are going to find yourselves some other place to stay!

Ke-Ke#10: Oh… *awkward silence* …can we go out with Duet??? *big ferret 'I just ate a bowl of macaroni & cheese' grins*