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Chapter 6
"What experience do you have with a circus young lad?" The ringmaster asked.
Chris ignored that comment. "None, but I'm sure I'd fit in well. After all I'm quite the clown."
Next to the ringmaster stood a girl in a costume, she had introduced herself as Catherine. She spoke up now. "We actually just got a new male clown, he also is one of our best acrobats. I'm sorry, but we really need is someone to fill as his female counterpart."
Chris gave her a dazzling smile. "I'll take it!"
At their shocked look at Chris's excitement at playing the part of a girl Chris amended, "I mean, after all, what kind of actor would I be if I couldn't fill any part required of me right?"
They seemed to buy the explanation as Chris laughed nervously.
"Well then, I guess you've got the job."
A few hours before that night's performance, Catherine entered Chris's tent with a costume.
"Hi there. Here's your costume. I hope it fits. You are a little taller than most girls. I thought you might need a little help with make-up, but we have to hurry. Trowa is ready to practice already."
"Trowa huh?"
"Yes, he's new here too." Her voice drifted off as if she were talking to herself. "He's one of the most amazing acrobats I've ever seen, but his eyes."
Chris took the costume behind a dressing curtain and changed as Catherine continued. "I've never seen a single moment of fear in his eyes. Did you know the first time I threw my knives at him I accidentally cut him? And not once did he flinch, not once."
Chris slid the half mask on and stepped out. "So?"
Catherine stared in amazement! Even with out the full make up Chris looked very feminine! The baggy pants hugged Chris's slim hips and waist, and the tighter top fit perfectly. The ruffles around the neck sat, just shadowing a small but still visible bust.
"That's incredible! You really do kind'a look like a girl!"
"What do you mean kind'a?!" Chris huffed.
"No! No! That's not what I meant. I'm sorry! I just mean that once we do your hair and make up no one will be able to tell you're not a girl!"
Chris sighed and sat down while Catherine did the make up.
Catherine led Chris into a large tent and called Trowa down from a high wire.
"Hey Trowa! I'd like you to meet someone."
From a high platform Trowa looked down at Catherine and a person dressed similarly to him. He leapt from the platform and did a flip over to the opposite poll where he launched up and did a triple twist and land landed directly infront of Chris.
"Impressive." Chris cooed in a childish feminine voice.
"Trowa, I'd like you to meet Chris Pex. Chris, this is our star attraction- "
"Trowa Barton." Chris finished. "It's nice to finally meet you Trowa. I've been told all about you, but I must say, you're much cuter than I expected. Chris said with a wink."
Chris firmly shook his hand and could tell by his eyes he understood.
"You know Trowa already Chris? How is that?"
Chris watched Trowa's face. He was trying to decide if she could be trusted.
"I've only heard about him. I broke my arm once and was sent to his Doctor. My injury must have reminded him of one that Trowa must have dealt with. recently."
"So you're a friend of my Doctor then?" Trowa asked.
"Hey you two, it's nice you want to get better acquainted, but right now we have to get ready for a show!" Catherine shoved them to the center of the tent.
"We haven't seen what you can do yet Chris so I want to see if you can keep up with Trowa here."
Chris shot Trowa a wink. "I think I can keep up. So what do you say Trowa? Wanna be surrounded or under fire?"
"Under fire, go."
Before Catherine could ask what that meant they both took off.
Catherine watch as they did flips and twist, swinging from a support rope and diving from the platforms as if they really were being shot at. It was more than obvious Chris was just as good as Trowa.
A few minutes later they moved in unison and landed in front of her with a flourished bow. Catherine clapped and laughed happily.
That night their act was a huge success. The audience went wild when Trowa flipped over a pair of lions and laughed hysterically as Chris did a dive through a little dog hoop.
After the crowds left Chris and Trowa sat quietly in Trowa's tent. Heero lay sleeping.
"I need to tell my partner I wont be in for a while."
Trowa simply nodded and began changing Heero's bandages. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Rasheed, I would like you to repair the helmet, visor, and axe arm. I don't mind if it's not perfect, but if the radio station is changed, you die." Cookie said before going off to find Quatre and Duo.
Right as she entered the sitting room Cookie overheard them pondering Heero's condition. A bright smile spread across her face, and the way she had practically danced into the room left no doubt in Duo's mind that she was up to something.
Cookie fluttered her eyelashes and snuggled up to Duo. Duo resisted the urge to run. "Duo."
After five hours of nonstop shopping, the three sat in Quatre's drawing room. Quatre sat at a desk with tears in his eyes at the small stack of bills. Duo sat buried under a mound of boxes and dresses. Cookie lounged on a near by sofa sipping lemonade, raspberry, with a twist of real lemon.
"Hey Duo, remember my partner Chris?"
Quatre gasped and shot Duo a panicked look. "There's another one like her?"
"No, no! Chris is a nice sane guy!" Duo reassured him.
"Are you suggesting I'm not in my right mind sir?" Cookie accused. She crossed her arms and turned her back to him. "Well then, if I'm not sane, how can I give you an accurate report on Heero's condition? I can very easily not tell you what's going on you know."
"What are you talking about? Do you know something?" Duo asked.
"Apologize and maybe I'll tell you." Cookie responded indignantly.
"This is no time for games Cookie." Duo scolded her.
Cookie's frown deepened. "Now you're going to have apologize on your knees."
"You've got to be kidding!"
Quatre jumped in saying, "Will you two stop arguing? Cookie, do you have information on Heero's whereabouts? Would you please tell us if you do?"
Cookie gave Duo a sly look. "Well, I suppose I could tell you Quatre, since you were kind enough to fund my shopping trip."
"Just tell us already, will ya?" Duo jumped in, getting sick of this.
"Duo, please." Quatre interjected.
Duo slapped a hand to his forehead and half sighed, half growled. "I can't believe I'm even considering this."
Cookie smirked and sat at the edge of the sofa. She crossed her legs and waited.
He clenched his fist and stood in front of her. "Look, I'm sorry. You're not insane or anything."
"Unclench that fist and maybe I'll believe you." Cookie said, still smirking.
"Fine. I'm sorry, you're not insane." Duo said after unclenching his fist.
"Hey, wait a minute.you're not on your knees."
Duo huffed, then exhaled. After pausing he burst out laughing.
"I give up! You win Princess Breton. Quatre, would you please wait outside for a minute?"
Quatre gave Duo a pitying look and stepped out of the room.
With the greatest amount of flourish he could manage Duo bowed at the waste in a grand bow. His hair swept the floor as he dropped to one knee and took her hand. "To think, your beautiful name, put to a common trait. Why, I must be the one who is insane for saying such an awful thing about someone as obviously as intelligent you."
Cookie withdrew her hand and gave him a satisfied look. "You may let Quatre back in now."
Duo snuck up to the door and flung it open suddenly, knocking down Quatre, who was eavesdropping behind the door. Duo helped him to his feet.
"When we do see them again, this never happened. Got it?
Quatre's smile fell from his face and nodded solemnly.
They joined her in the room. Duo sat at the windowsill away from Cookie.
"According to Chris, Heero is fine. His arm is badly broken but Trowa is taking good care of him. He seems to have some plan in mind, but it's more of a personal task and has requested Trowa to accompany him. So Chris says 'no worries luv'. " Cookie rolled her eyes at how Chris phrased things. "Anyway, it looks like we'll have a new guest."
Cookie patted Quatre's knee. "I'll go tell Rasheed to prepare a room."
A few days later.
Chris walked up to Quatre's home. Cookie waited, leaning against a large porch column. Chris stopped when they were shoulder to shoulder. Chris stared into the house. Cookie swept her gaze along the landscape outside.
"So?"
"Less than forty five minutes."
Chris grinned, so much for an entire day. How did she do it, Chris wondered?
Cookie directed the servants, now used to following her commands. Chris was taken up stairs. Chris was about to change into her usual outfit when a valet entered the room.
"Hey old man! What do you think you're doing here?"
The man didn't seem too startled and tried to explain. "Master Quatre and Master Duo thought you would like some help to unpack and get changed sir."
Chris's eyebrow twitched. "Sir?" Chris sighed and waved him away. "Look, thanks for the thought but I really don't need any help."
"But Master Quatre said."
"I don't care what master Quatre said! You are NOT staying in here while I change."
"Please Sir, I must insist!"
Chris lost her patience, grabbed the old man by his starched collar and backed him up against the wall. "Get Cookie in here."
The valet's eyes bulged at the suggestion. "That would be highly improper! I simply can't-"
"NOW!" Chris practically roared.
Cookie had been outside the door the whole time. When she heard the shout she rushed into the room and slapped Chris in the back of the head.
"You let go of him this second Chris! Believe it or not he's one of the better servants around here."
Chris released the man and stepped back.
"And it's SO hard to find GOOD help these days."
Chapter 6
"What experience do you have with a circus young lad?" The ringmaster asked.
Chris ignored that comment. "None, but I'm sure I'd fit in well. After all I'm quite the clown."
Next to the ringmaster stood a girl in a costume, she had introduced herself as Catherine. She spoke up now. "We actually just got a new male clown, he also is one of our best acrobats. I'm sorry, but we really need is someone to fill as his female counterpart."
Chris gave her a dazzling smile. "I'll take it!"
At their shocked look at Chris's excitement at playing the part of a girl Chris amended, "I mean, after all, what kind of actor would I be if I couldn't fill any part required of me right?"
They seemed to buy the explanation as Chris laughed nervously.
"Well then, I guess you've got the job."
A few hours before that night's performance, Catherine entered Chris's tent with a costume.
"Hi there. Here's your costume. I hope it fits. You are a little taller than most girls. I thought you might need a little help with make-up, but we have to hurry. Trowa is ready to practice already."
"Trowa huh?"
"Yes, he's new here too." Her voice drifted off as if she were talking to herself. "He's one of the most amazing acrobats I've ever seen, but his eyes."
Chris took the costume behind a dressing curtain and changed as Catherine continued. "I've never seen a single moment of fear in his eyes. Did you know the first time I threw my knives at him I accidentally cut him? And not once did he flinch, not once."
Chris slid the half mask on and stepped out. "So?"
Catherine stared in amazement! Even with out the full make up Chris looked very feminine! The baggy pants hugged Chris's slim hips and waist, and the tighter top fit perfectly. The ruffles around the neck sat, just shadowing a small but still visible bust.
"That's incredible! You really do kind'a look like a girl!"
"What do you mean kind'a?!" Chris huffed.
"No! No! That's not what I meant. I'm sorry! I just mean that once we do your hair and make up no one will be able to tell you're not a girl!"
Chris sighed and sat down while Catherine did the make up.
Catherine led Chris into a large tent and called Trowa down from a high wire.
"Hey Trowa! I'd like you to meet someone."
From a high platform Trowa looked down at Catherine and a person dressed similarly to him. He leapt from the platform and did a flip over to the opposite poll where he launched up and did a triple twist and land landed directly infront of Chris.
"Impressive." Chris cooed in a childish feminine voice.
"Trowa, I'd like you to meet Chris Pex. Chris, this is our star attraction- "
"Trowa Barton." Chris finished. "It's nice to finally meet you Trowa. I've been told all about you, but I must say, you're much cuter than I expected. Chris said with a wink."
Chris firmly shook his hand and could tell by his eyes he understood.
"You know Trowa already Chris? How is that?"
Chris watched Trowa's face. He was trying to decide if she could be trusted.
"I've only heard about him. I broke my arm once and was sent to his Doctor. My injury must have reminded him of one that Trowa must have dealt with. recently."
"So you're a friend of my Doctor then?" Trowa asked.
"Hey you two, it's nice you want to get better acquainted, but right now we have to get ready for a show!" Catherine shoved them to the center of the tent.
"We haven't seen what you can do yet Chris so I want to see if you can keep up with Trowa here."
Chris shot Trowa a wink. "I think I can keep up. So what do you say Trowa? Wanna be surrounded or under fire?"
"Under fire, go."
Before Catherine could ask what that meant they both took off.
Catherine watch as they did flips and twist, swinging from a support rope and diving from the platforms as if they really were being shot at. It was more than obvious Chris was just as good as Trowa.
A few minutes later they moved in unison and landed in front of her with a flourished bow. Catherine clapped and laughed happily.
That night their act was a huge success. The audience went wild when Trowa flipped over a pair of lions and laughed hysterically as Chris did a dive through a little dog hoop.
After the crowds left Chris and Trowa sat quietly in Trowa's tent. Heero lay sleeping.
"I need to tell my partner I wont be in for a while."
Trowa simply nodded and began changing Heero's bandages. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Rasheed, I would like you to repair the helmet, visor, and axe arm. I don't mind if it's not perfect, but if the radio station is changed, you die." Cookie said before going off to find Quatre and Duo.
Right as she entered the sitting room Cookie overheard them pondering Heero's condition. A bright smile spread across her face, and the way she had practically danced into the room left no doubt in Duo's mind that she was up to something.
Cookie fluttered her eyelashes and snuggled up to Duo. Duo resisted the urge to run. "Duo."
After five hours of nonstop shopping, the three sat in Quatre's drawing room. Quatre sat at a desk with tears in his eyes at the small stack of bills. Duo sat buried under a mound of boxes and dresses. Cookie lounged on a near by sofa sipping lemonade, raspberry, with a twist of real lemon.
"Hey Duo, remember my partner Chris?"
Quatre gasped and shot Duo a panicked look. "There's another one like her?"
"No, no! Chris is a nice sane guy!" Duo reassured him.
"Are you suggesting I'm not in my right mind sir?" Cookie accused. She crossed her arms and turned her back to him. "Well then, if I'm not sane, how can I give you an accurate report on Heero's condition? I can very easily not tell you what's going on you know."
"What are you talking about? Do you know something?" Duo asked.
"Apologize and maybe I'll tell you." Cookie responded indignantly.
"This is no time for games Cookie." Duo scolded her.
Cookie's frown deepened. "Now you're going to have apologize on your knees."
"You've got to be kidding!"
Quatre jumped in saying, "Will you two stop arguing? Cookie, do you have information on Heero's whereabouts? Would you please tell us if you do?"
Cookie gave Duo a sly look. "Well, I suppose I could tell you Quatre, since you were kind enough to fund my shopping trip."
"Just tell us already, will ya?" Duo jumped in, getting sick of this.
"Duo, please." Quatre interjected.
Duo slapped a hand to his forehead and half sighed, half growled. "I can't believe I'm even considering this."
Cookie smirked and sat at the edge of the sofa. She crossed her legs and waited.
He clenched his fist and stood in front of her. "Look, I'm sorry. You're not insane or anything."
"Unclench that fist and maybe I'll believe you." Cookie said, still smirking.
"Fine. I'm sorry, you're not insane." Duo said after unclenching his fist.
"Hey, wait a minute.you're not on your knees."
Duo huffed, then exhaled. After pausing he burst out laughing.
"I give up! You win Princess Breton. Quatre, would you please wait outside for a minute?"
Quatre gave Duo a pitying look and stepped out of the room.
With the greatest amount of flourish he could manage Duo bowed at the waste in a grand bow. His hair swept the floor as he dropped to one knee and took her hand. "To think, your beautiful name, put to a common trait. Why, I must be the one who is insane for saying such an awful thing about someone as obviously as intelligent you."
Cookie withdrew her hand and gave him a satisfied look. "You may let Quatre back in now."
Duo snuck up to the door and flung it open suddenly, knocking down Quatre, who was eavesdropping behind the door. Duo helped him to his feet.
"When we do see them again, this never happened. Got it?
Quatre's smile fell from his face and nodded solemnly.
They joined her in the room. Duo sat at the windowsill away from Cookie.
"According to Chris, Heero is fine. His arm is badly broken but Trowa is taking good care of him. He seems to have some plan in mind, but it's more of a personal task and has requested Trowa to accompany him. So Chris says 'no worries luv'. " Cookie rolled her eyes at how Chris phrased things. "Anyway, it looks like we'll have a new guest."
Cookie patted Quatre's knee. "I'll go tell Rasheed to prepare a room."
A few days later.
Chris walked up to Quatre's home. Cookie waited, leaning against a large porch column. Chris stopped when they were shoulder to shoulder. Chris stared into the house. Cookie swept her gaze along the landscape outside.
"So?"
"Less than forty five minutes."
Chris grinned, so much for an entire day. How did she do it, Chris wondered?
Cookie directed the servants, now used to following her commands. Chris was taken up stairs. Chris was about to change into her usual outfit when a valet entered the room.
"Hey old man! What do you think you're doing here?"
The man didn't seem too startled and tried to explain. "Master Quatre and Master Duo thought you would like some help to unpack and get changed sir."
Chris's eyebrow twitched. "Sir?" Chris sighed and waved him away. "Look, thanks for the thought but I really don't need any help."
"But Master Quatre said."
"I don't care what master Quatre said! You are NOT staying in here while I change."
"Please Sir, I must insist!"
Chris lost her patience, grabbed the old man by his starched collar and backed him up against the wall. "Get Cookie in here."
The valet's eyes bulged at the suggestion. "That would be highly improper! I simply can't-"
"NOW!" Chris practically roared.
Cookie had been outside the door the whole time. When she heard the shout she rushed into the room and slapped Chris in the back of the head.
"You let go of him this second Chris! Believe it or not he's one of the better servants around here."
Chris released the man and stepped back.
"And it's SO hard to find GOOD help these days."
