I hope this chapter help explains what's going on in this fic. Also I hope
you like it :-) Please R+R if so and if not Review anyways. BTW this fic
will eventually get serious! Kinda serious. Anyways u'll find out!
6 young men walked towards a small house on the corner of Moonyean Street. The number on the door was 55.
"Duo?" asked Heero running into his old friend.
"Quatre?" asked Duo seeing the blonde Arabian.
"Wufei?" asked Quatre seeing the Chinese man wielding his Katana's and humming a certain Kelly Osbourne song.
"Zechs?" asked Wu-man when he bumped into a mask-wearing blonde.
"Trowa?" asked Zechs watching a Clown stuff his face with chocolate.
"Grfmreiugoh?" was what it sounded like Trowa said but it really was "guys?"
"Is it possible that we were all sent a letter telling us to go here as a trap?" pondered Duo aloud. He looked at his fellow pilots who all replied simultaneously "Nah!"
The door to the house creaked open on it's own and the boys all stepped in. Quatre was first to notice a piece of white folded paper on a table. He read aloud what it said.
"Go upstairs,"
"This is way kinky," said Heero shuddering.
They walked up the rickety stairs. Zechs then found another note tact to the wall. It read " Go to the far bedroom"
"Okay first the blondes are noticing everything first, now we're getting sent to a bedroom. I not liking this," said Duo looking at his fellow pilot friends.
They walked into the bedroom and Wufei spotted another note on the bed he picked it up and read "All of you look in the closet at once"
"What an odd request," said Quatre in a rather girlie tone. They all opened the closet and peered in. All of a sudden they felt a huge shove and found themselves crammed in the locked closet.
"INJUSTICE!" shouted Wufei as he felt a knee near his crotch... Or at least he thought it was a knee.
"Okay who's hard on is that?" asked Heero suspiciously.
"That's my finger!" replied Quatre feeling a hand wrap around it tightly.
"What's your finger doing near my ass?" asked Heero
"That's your ass?" asked Quatre puzzled.
"Last time I checked," said Heero. "Hang on that is MY ass isn't it,"
"Okay this is way weird!" said Zechs who was looking directly into Duo's brown eye.
"Hey someone pushed us in here, Maybe there still outside!" said Trowa hopefully.
"OI YOU! BAKA! OPEN UP DAMN IT!" shouted Wufei pounding on the door.
"Contain your anger Mr Chang," said a voice from behind the door soothingly.
"CONTAIN MY ANGER?" asked Wufei. "Oh that feels nice!"
"Listen, if you could just let us we could talk this over with a nice cup of tea," suggested Quatre.
"Nah, I'm a coffee man myself," said 'the voice'
"AHA! So you're a man," said Milliardo thinking he was one smart Peacecraft.
"Very good Milliardo." Was the reply followed by a large slamming noise.
"Now let's begin negotiations," said the voice.
"Negotiations?" asked the pilots with a hint of fear in their voices.
A sort chapter but I think it should kinda explain where the fic is headed. I know it doesn't seem angsty but it's heading that way. Please Review!
6 young men walked towards a small house on the corner of Moonyean Street. The number on the door was 55.
"Duo?" asked Heero running into his old friend.
"Quatre?" asked Duo seeing the blonde Arabian.
"Wufei?" asked Quatre seeing the Chinese man wielding his Katana's and humming a certain Kelly Osbourne song.
"Zechs?" asked Wu-man when he bumped into a mask-wearing blonde.
"Trowa?" asked Zechs watching a Clown stuff his face with chocolate.
"Grfmreiugoh?" was what it sounded like Trowa said but it really was "guys?"
"Is it possible that we were all sent a letter telling us to go here as a trap?" pondered Duo aloud. He looked at his fellow pilots who all replied simultaneously "Nah!"
The door to the house creaked open on it's own and the boys all stepped in. Quatre was first to notice a piece of white folded paper on a table. He read aloud what it said.
"Go upstairs,"
"This is way kinky," said Heero shuddering.
They walked up the rickety stairs. Zechs then found another note tact to the wall. It read " Go to the far bedroom"
"Okay first the blondes are noticing everything first, now we're getting sent to a bedroom. I not liking this," said Duo looking at his fellow pilot friends.
They walked into the bedroom and Wufei spotted another note on the bed he picked it up and read "All of you look in the closet at once"
"What an odd request," said Quatre in a rather girlie tone. They all opened the closet and peered in. All of a sudden they felt a huge shove and found themselves crammed in the locked closet.
"INJUSTICE!" shouted Wufei as he felt a knee near his crotch... Or at least he thought it was a knee.
"Okay who's hard on is that?" asked Heero suspiciously.
"That's my finger!" replied Quatre feeling a hand wrap around it tightly.
"What's your finger doing near my ass?" asked Heero
"That's your ass?" asked Quatre puzzled.
"Last time I checked," said Heero. "Hang on that is MY ass isn't it,"
"Okay this is way weird!" said Zechs who was looking directly into Duo's brown eye.
"Hey someone pushed us in here, Maybe there still outside!" said Trowa hopefully.
"OI YOU! BAKA! OPEN UP DAMN IT!" shouted Wufei pounding on the door.
"Contain your anger Mr Chang," said a voice from behind the door soothingly.
"CONTAIN MY ANGER?" asked Wufei. "Oh that feels nice!"
"Listen, if you could just let us we could talk this over with a nice cup of tea," suggested Quatre.
"Nah, I'm a coffee man myself," said 'the voice'
"AHA! So you're a man," said Milliardo thinking he was one smart Peacecraft.
"Very good Milliardo." Was the reply followed by a large slamming noise.
"Now let's begin negotiations," said the voice.
"Negotiations?" asked the pilots with a hint of fear in their voices.
A sort chapter but I think it should kinda explain where the fic is headed. I know it doesn't seem angsty but it's heading that way. Please Review!