Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Eya and Yasha. Kivi and Fayla
belong to themselves.
Author's note: I thought up this story while I was trying to fall asleep at 2:00 AM one night, so I don't know how this will turn out.
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The brown braided American bounty hunter Duo Maxwell sat at the airport terminal, waiting for his flight to start boarding. There were only a few people also riding on his flight. He carried only two bags with him; one full of clothes he thought he would need for the trip, and the other packed with everything he needed for his current bounty. For the clothes he was wearing, a dark blue T-shirt and blue jeans, along with a black jacket, was his current attire. He leaned back against the chair, both hands behind his head. Completely relaxed, he waited for his flight to the Arabian Desert. He reached towards a pocket in his jacket and pulled out a wanted poster. There were pictures of three men on it. One had short black hair, another had red hair halfway down his neck, and another had dirty blonde hair down to his shoulders.
Duo quietly laughed to himself. "If these guys want to kidnap girls, then they're about to meet the God of Death."
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Trowa Barton, Latin explorer, waited for his flight to the Arabian Desert. After his tutor to the subject of exploring died, the real Trowa Barton, he had taken his name and has been called that ever since. Trowa had been to many countries; China, America, Australia, and Canada. But now Africa was getting boring for him, and he wanted a real adventure. Then he heard about the three guys in the Arabian Desert that had decided to take up the hobby of kidnapping girls. Seeing his chance to get involved in some real action, he bought a plane ticket to the Arabian Desert, hoping that his skills would help him rescue the girls.
Trowa only had two bags with him; both filled with clothes and personal belongings. He was wearing a dark red sleeveless and blue jeans. His brown bangs hovered over his left eye in an almost gravity defying way.
As he waited for his flight to start boarding, he sat back and thought about what a friend in Australia had told him. "If you're ever in the Arabian Desert, keep an eye out for the Arabian Prince." According to his friend, the Arabian Prince lived in a palace somewhere in the Arabian Desert. The prince was a nice young man, just a few years younger than Trowa. The palace itself was a grand building, with white stone columns and steps. Of course, that's just what Trowa heard from his friend.
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Wufei Chang, a Chinese warrior, sat at an airport terminal, waiting for his flight to the Arabian Desert. His black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and his black eyes darted around the area. His attire consisted of his regular white outfit. With him he carried only one bag, holding the required equipment for his quest. The princess of China had been kidnapped. They believe she was taken to the Arabian Desert. The day after she was taken from her garden, Wufei was taken to her father. He said that if he could return his daughter home unharmed, her hand in marriage would be his reward.
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Japanese Heero Yuy sat in a chair in an airport terminal, waiting for his flight to be called. He sat with his eyes closed and his arms crossed. He was wearing a dark green tank top and black shorts. Beside his chair sat one bag, packed with what was necessary for his mission.
Miss Relena Peacecraft had been kidnapped nearly a week ago. After a frantic search and talks with other countries, it was concluded that she had been taken to the Arabian Desert. Heero Yuy was called. His mission was to find Miss Peacecraft and return her safely. A basic search and return mission. Although Heero was used to the search and destroy missions, he would follow the orders he was given.
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Author's note: Well, what do you think? Do you think I should write more? Or am I just wasting my time with this one?
Author's note: I thought up this story while I was trying to fall asleep at 2:00 AM one night, so I don't know how this will turn out.
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The brown braided American bounty hunter Duo Maxwell sat at the airport terminal, waiting for his flight to start boarding. There were only a few people also riding on his flight. He carried only two bags with him; one full of clothes he thought he would need for the trip, and the other packed with everything he needed for his current bounty. For the clothes he was wearing, a dark blue T-shirt and blue jeans, along with a black jacket, was his current attire. He leaned back against the chair, both hands behind his head. Completely relaxed, he waited for his flight to the Arabian Desert. He reached towards a pocket in his jacket and pulled out a wanted poster. There were pictures of three men on it. One had short black hair, another had red hair halfway down his neck, and another had dirty blonde hair down to his shoulders.
Duo quietly laughed to himself. "If these guys want to kidnap girls, then they're about to meet the God of Death."
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Trowa Barton, Latin explorer, waited for his flight to the Arabian Desert. After his tutor to the subject of exploring died, the real Trowa Barton, he had taken his name and has been called that ever since. Trowa had been to many countries; China, America, Australia, and Canada. But now Africa was getting boring for him, and he wanted a real adventure. Then he heard about the three guys in the Arabian Desert that had decided to take up the hobby of kidnapping girls. Seeing his chance to get involved in some real action, he bought a plane ticket to the Arabian Desert, hoping that his skills would help him rescue the girls.
Trowa only had two bags with him; both filled with clothes and personal belongings. He was wearing a dark red sleeveless and blue jeans. His brown bangs hovered over his left eye in an almost gravity defying way.
As he waited for his flight to start boarding, he sat back and thought about what a friend in Australia had told him. "If you're ever in the Arabian Desert, keep an eye out for the Arabian Prince." According to his friend, the Arabian Prince lived in a palace somewhere in the Arabian Desert. The prince was a nice young man, just a few years younger than Trowa. The palace itself was a grand building, with white stone columns and steps. Of course, that's just what Trowa heard from his friend.
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Wufei Chang, a Chinese warrior, sat at an airport terminal, waiting for his flight to the Arabian Desert. His black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and his black eyes darted around the area. His attire consisted of his regular white outfit. With him he carried only one bag, holding the required equipment for his quest. The princess of China had been kidnapped. They believe she was taken to the Arabian Desert. The day after she was taken from her garden, Wufei was taken to her father. He said that if he could return his daughter home unharmed, her hand in marriage would be his reward.
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Japanese Heero Yuy sat in a chair in an airport terminal, waiting for his flight to be called. He sat with his eyes closed and his arms crossed. He was wearing a dark green tank top and black shorts. Beside his chair sat one bag, packed with what was necessary for his mission.
Miss Relena Peacecraft had been kidnapped nearly a week ago. After a frantic search and talks with other countries, it was concluded that she had been taken to the Arabian Desert. Heero Yuy was called. His mission was to find Miss Peacecraft and return her safely. A basic search and return mission. Although Heero was used to the search and destroy missions, he would follow the orders he was given.
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Author's note: Well, what do you think? Do you think I should write more? Or am I just wasting my time with this one?