Veric went straight to the computer lab where he hooked onto one of the
machines their. Duo to this being a private school all the equipment was
the very best that could be found and thanks to his own skill he was
having a easy enough time making him was about secret databases and other
such places. It helped that he now knew two people that he was to search
for and the others would be easy enough to trace once the two where found.
"Is anyone here?"
Veric stopped typing as the small voice was heard. Followed by the equally soft footsteps that belongs to a young blond headed boy. It only took a few buttons to take away the page he was on to something safe that anyone was welcome to look at.
"Are you lost?"
A smile appeared on the spy master's face as he saw those delicious large blue eyes widen even more as he came from the shadows and into the light that the open door allowed into the dark room. He could not blame the other. He did have a way of being unnoticed until necessity made him come into the open. Course it was not necessary to speak with the other... but then Veric was never at his best when it came to a cute face.
Veric was not gay exactly he rather swung on both sides not caring who they where as long as they where beautiful. And this boy in front of him was by all means beautiful. A delicate frame that would fit well on a girl even a soft warm voice of an angel.
"Actually... yes. I am new here."
Quatre smiled at the other not showing disappointment at another being in the room. He had hoped that no one would be in here so he could get some info from the school records after Duo and a troubled Heero came back with a story of the three people that Duo had lunched with. Quatre knew enough about politics to know that they had described powers in the school. No matter where you went politics followed everywhere.
He could not see a way of getting around this one though. There was an air of authority that surrounded him. If it was not for the young face that the other had Quatre would have thought him a teacher. He had the low passion filled monotone voice that most good teacher had at least.
"I am looking for room 27."
This little one was a long way off from that room and somehow he doubted the other really wanted to find the room so soon. Something about the wistful way he looked at the computers made Veric sure that this had been the room he was looking for. As much as he wanted to know what the other wanted to know what the other was about he knew he had his own work to do.
"I guess I can take you there."
Quatre had no choice but to follow the other who had indeed grabbed his hand and was way taking him through the twists and turns of the school. It was not long before he found himself at the classroom and had no choice but to enter as the other stood at the doorway watching him before going back the way they had come. He knew that the other was headed back to the computer lab. So no matter what he would have to go back another time as the other would definitely wonder about him coming back after finding what he was 'looking' for.
Veric whistled as he strolled back to his work. Yes that one was a piece of art. It might be interesting getting to know that one better... oh course when he had the spare time. Now that he thought of it he had not even gotten the kid's name... well there will always be next time.
~*~
The wooden practice sword seared the air as the angry Kisa went into a meditation dance focused on grace and control. Her body went through the exercised with her mind wandering on other things. Namely the Chinese devil child.
Wufei... she should have known that he had been one of the five pilots that had destroyed Oz and all it stood for. Had she been old enough she would have been a soldier instead of a martial arts instructor that she was turning into. But the past was not something one could change no matter how they wished it.
She soon found her mind wandering to the time she had spent with her love. The one time in her life when she had felt fulfilled. And in one moment everything had vanished once again from the dream that they had come from.
Golden eyes gleamed as a forgotten tear appeared in her eyes as the practice sword fell from her hands. How could they kill you? The strongest fighter she had ever know... She had been his private student since she was little and was found in his house playing with one of his swords. Her mother was a maid their and had brought her along as her elder sister was unable to take care of her and she had been too young to stay at home by herself.
After that day of being found out by the master of the house he had taught her the wonders of the sword. Of course he was a very busy man but somehow there where always times for lessons to be brought in a hour here and there.
She had fallen in love with him even though he could have been her father and once more had strove to match up to his level of swordplay... and now Kisa felt she had mastered it and yet a new guy walked right in and gave her the biggest challenge of her life. Had the other been a little less of the gentleman he was Kisa could not tell who would have won the bout.
It was all his fault though. Allowing himself to be killed in battle. Against mere children at that. Trieze... why did you have to die?
~*~
With both Kisa and Veric gone Natasha found herself alone... a rather unusual though welcome time. Taking out a book that was never to far away from hand she made her way to the part she had left off at and started through the book. It was nice to relax and let the others do their work until it was time to play a hand in the game. Each had their own role to perform and it was best to leave them to their work and stay out of it till it was time for your own entrance.
Soon a very unwelcome shadow found it's way above to to cover the sunlight from the book making Natasha struggle to read the words on the page though she refused to stop reading until the paragraph was done. Their where so many better way to gain another attention then forcing them out of a good story but it seemed the other did not care.
"Can I help you?"
She said her eyes going up to find the endlessly deep gaze of Trowa above her. Knowing she had never seen the other in her life and as far as she knew, anyone that went to this school before today was locked up in her memory back meaning this one before her was new to the scene.
He was also very silent... Natasha did not understand it. First he interrupted her in the middle of her book, Now he was just standing there looking at nothing and yet at the same time focused on her.
Finally he jest left without another word though from that troubled look in his eyes Natasha did not doubt that he had wanted to ask her a question but that thought that it would have been no used to do so. She never could understand some people. It was hard for her to deal with that as well as of the group she was the one in charge of the curtsies and other boring political stuff that Kisa would end up drawing her sword at or Veric yawning his way through.
The study of people dwelled a great deal into this area...
Watching the tall boy leave she sighed picking her book up again and praying for no more interruptions. Once Veric was done she would have trouble finding time for her books and so could not waste a single minuet away from them now that she had what small free time she was given.
"Is anyone here?"
Veric stopped typing as the small voice was heard. Followed by the equally soft footsteps that belongs to a young blond headed boy. It only took a few buttons to take away the page he was on to something safe that anyone was welcome to look at.
"Are you lost?"
A smile appeared on the spy master's face as he saw those delicious large blue eyes widen even more as he came from the shadows and into the light that the open door allowed into the dark room. He could not blame the other. He did have a way of being unnoticed until necessity made him come into the open. Course it was not necessary to speak with the other... but then Veric was never at his best when it came to a cute face.
Veric was not gay exactly he rather swung on both sides not caring who they where as long as they where beautiful. And this boy in front of him was by all means beautiful. A delicate frame that would fit well on a girl even a soft warm voice of an angel.
"Actually... yes. I am new here."
Quatre smiled at the other not showing disappointment at another being in the room. He had hoped that no one would be in here so he could get some info from the school records after Duo and a troubled Heero came back with a story of the three people that Duo had lunched with. Quatre knew enough about politics to know that they had described powers in the school. No matter where you went politics followed everywhere.
He could not see a way of getting around this one though. There was an air of authority that surrounded him. If it was not for the young face that the other had Quatre would have thought him a teacher. He had the low passion filled monotone voice that most good teacher had at least.
"I am looking for room 27."
This little one was a long way off from that room and somehow he doubted the other really wanted to find the room so soon. Something about the wistful way he looked at the computers made Veric sure that this had been the room he was looking for. As much as he wanted to know what the other wanted to know what the other was about he knew he had his own work to do.
"I guess I can take you there."
Quatre had no choice but to follow the other who had indeed grabbed his hand and was way taking him through the twists and turns of the school. It was not long before he found himself at the classroom and had no choice but to enter as the other stood at the doorway watching him before going back the way they had come. He knew that the other was headed back to the computer lab. So no matter what he would have to go back another time as the other would definitely wonder about him coming back after finding what he was 'looking' for.
Veric whistled as he strolled back to his work. Yes that one was a piece of art. It might be interesting getting to know that one better... oh course when he had the spare time. Now that he thought of it he had not even gotten the kid's name... well there will always be next time.
~*~
The wooden practice sword seared the air as the angry Kisa went into a meditation dance focused on grace and control. Her body went through the exercised with her mind wandering on other things. Namely the Chinese devil child.
Wufei... she should have known that he had been one of the five pilots that had destroyed Oz and all it stood for. Had she been old enough she would have been a soldier instead of a martial arts instructor that she was turning into. But the past was not something one could change no matter how they wished it.
She soon found her mind wandering to the time she had spent with her love. The one time in her life when she had felt fulfilled. And in one moment everything had vanished once again from the dream that they had come from.
Golden eyes gleamed as a forgotten tear appeared in her eyes as the practice sword fell from her hands. How could they kill you? The strongest fighter she had ever know... She had been his private student since she was little and was found in his house playing with one of his swords. Her mother was a maid their and had brought her along as her elder sister was unable to take care of her and she had been too young to stay at home by herself.
After that day of being found out by the master of the house he had taught her the wonders of the sword. Of course he was a very busy man but somehow there where always times for lessons to be brought in a hour here and there.
She had fallen in love with him even though he could have been her father and once more had strove to match up to his level of swordplay... and now Kisa felt she had mastered it and yet a new guy walked right in and gave her the biggest challenge of her life. Had the other been a little less of the gentleman he was Kisa could not tell who would have won the bout.
It was all his fault though. Allowing himself to be killed in battle. Against mere children at that. Trieze... why did you have to die?
~*~
With both Kisa and Veric gone Natasha found herself alone... a rather unusual though welcome time. Taking out a book that was never to far away from hand she made her way to the part she had left off at and started through the book. It was nice to relax and let the others do their work until it was time to play a hand in the game. Each had their own role to perform and it was best to leave them to their work and stay out of it till it was time for your own entrance.
Soon a very unwelcome shadow found it's way above to to cover the sunlight from the book making Natasha struggle to read the words on the page though she refused to stop reading until the paragraph was done. Their where so many better way to gain another attention then forcing them out of a good story but it seemed the other did not care.
"Can I help you?"
She said her eyes going up to find the endlessly deep gaze of Trowa above her. Knowing she had never seen the other in her life and as far as she knew, anyone that went to this school before today was locked up in her memory back meaning this one before her was new to the scene.
He was also very silent... Natasha did not understand it. First he interrupted her in the middle of her book, Now he was just standing there looking at nothing and yet at the same time focused on her.
Finally he jest left without another word though from that troubled look in his eyes Natasha did not doubt that he had wanted to ask her a question but that thought that it would have been no used to do so. She never could understand some people. It was hard for her to deal with that as well as of the group she was the one in charge of the curtsies and other boring political stuff that Kisa would end up drawing her sword at or Veric yawning his way through.
The study of people dwelled a great deal into this area...
Watching the tall boy leave she sighed picking her book up again and praying for no more interruptions. Once Veric was done she would have trouble finding time for her books and so could not waste a single minuet away from them now that she had what small free time she was given.