Heh, I have reviewers! See, People do like my stories!(This is directed at my friend Maria, who thinks I can't write for beans.)
Wufei: Stupid onna. Get on with the story already!
Naoko: Wufei... you have exactly three seconds to apologize for the stupid onna statement, or you will be eating that katana. Do I see you doing my Physics and Chem com homework?
Wufei: I don't need to know it. I'm a gundam pilot, not some mindless computer slave.
Naoko: I really hate school.
Duo: join the club.
Naoko:I've been in it forever. Dude, I founded it.
Duo: *Sweatdrops* Sure...
Naoko: We were supposed to see 8 mile yesterday. But we didn't get there on time. So, we went shopping. I bought another CD, and three stickers for my wall. Now that I'm done blabbing, I'll get on with the fic. Sound good??
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Disclaimer: I don't own Shin Kudosenki Gundam Wing. Never have, never will. Meaning if you sue... you get absolutely nada.
Also, I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. That is the property of the wonderfully talented goddesses of CLAMP who created this wonderful series...(That Nelvana inevitably screwed up. I mean, they wrecked it. I could probably give you a whole list of the things that they've butchered. They even cut whole episodes from the series. Heaven forbid should we have anything that relates to homosexuality. Oh yeah here's the number one rule to become a Nelvana goon.
Do not, by ANY circumstances leave anything that even remotely hints at japanese culture. Have any of you ever noticed the invisible assignments on the black board? Invisible chalk is your Friiiiiieeeeeennnnnnnddddddddddd!
Oh yeah, we can't forget to add in the valley girl attitudes, and the americanized phrases like "Whatever!" and "Awesome"
*Sighs and shakes head* Like I said.... so much for what would've been a halfway decent anime if them nelvana retards hadn't gotten thier slimy clutches on it. Even "Sailor Moon" turned out better than that...even though they turned Michiru and Haruka into cousins instead of Lovers.(Which kind of sucked. I like the Manga better.) But they didn't change most of the attitudes. Which wasn't so bad. What sucks is they haven't shown StarS yet. And I wana see it! I have the manga. It's really cool! But...*sniffle* I can't really tell what the starlights are like, since they don't play a really huge role in it.
Ok so I'm getting off track here.
Since I've bored you with about three pages of rambling, I'll get on with the fic. Sound good?
Wufei: Your damn right onna!
Naoko: Damnit! I thought I told you morons to gag him! God, it's so hard to find good help nowadays.
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Three days after the first card capture, and Duo passing out . . .
The loud, annoying screech of the alarm clock, is what initally dug Duo from his ventures in dreamland. He robotically reached up, and tried to smack the thing.
"Stupid piece of shit." He muttered, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes, so he could at least focus them straight enough to read the green numbers on the digital display.
"6:00! Fuck ! I'm late!" He yelped, now fully awake. Today was the pilots first day back in a school. Namely . . . going undercover, to find out something on a possible Oz spy, loitering around the school.
He looked over to the dresser. Kero was using the empty bottom drawer for his room.
Looking at the low table, he noticed a uniform lying on the table with a Post-it-note attatched to it. Duo recognized Heero's neatly scrawled handwriting.
"He's the only person I know, who can write exactly like those letters they always stick above elementary school black boards."
Quickly glancing at the note, he rolled his eyes, and reached for the uniform.
"I wonder how long I was out for . . .? I remember capturing the cards, then kissing the pavement. Kero never warned me about sudden blackouts like that. But then, the little thing is sorta stingy about information." he muttered, slipping the white undershirt, then the blazer over his head.
"At least I don't have to do the whole jumpsuit thing. That gets old." He muttered, grabbing his tie off of the table, and looping it around the collar of his shirt.
He reached for his walkman and the pair of rollerblades that sat under his bed. Sighing, he pulled the headphones over his head, and pressed the play button.
He had an old rap cd in. Amazingly they still made copies of it.
He started singing to the words, as he walked from the room, and down the stairs. As he reached the landing, he got an impending sense of dread, that decided to settle in the pit of his stomach.
"Maybe it's because I know I'll get stuck doing an impossible project for biology or something." He muttered, lacing up the rollerblades. Snatching his bag from the rack, he headed out the door. The feeling didn't seem to want to leave.
He looked upwards. The sky was looking a little iffy. Like it wanted to storm. He looked at his watch. He had less than 15 minutes to get to class, if he actually wanted to be on time.
Picking up speed, he thought back to the picture of the girl, the one that they were supposed to monitor for any suspicious activity.
"She doesn't seem to be the type to be a teenage spy . . . but then again, I'm good at it too. And I'm only fifteen. And I don't look like it either. Trowa on the other hand, is a whole different story." He muttered, picking up speed as he raced down a hill.
The school building soon came into view. He looked at his watch.
"5 Minutes!! Crap!" He growled, skating even faster past a group of girls. Making them yelp about almost being run over.
He wrenched the door open, and skated into the main hall. Almost running over several people.
"Sorry!!!" He yelled back.
"Incoming!" He yelled, to warn the people down the hall. He dug a piece of paper from his pocket.
"Locker 5091....Right here." He said, skidding to a halt. He fumbled with the combination lock, got frustrated when it wouldn't open, and decided to resort to picking the lock with a bobby pin he had hidden in his hair. It finally opened. He stuffed his book bag in, and turned to put his tennishoes on. He was met with a tall, pink haired girl who looked at him in interest.
"Oi! Please... don't do that." Duo said, trying to calm down.
The girl laughed. "Gomen. I just need to get to my locker. You must be new. Either that or I just don't pay enough attention to things."
Duo laughed."No... I'm new. Duo Maxwell."
"Akizuki Nakuru. Hajimemashite Duo-san."
"If you don't mind... could you drop the -san. I don't like honorifics much. Plain old Duo is just fine by me."
"Well then Duo. It's nice meeting you. You might want to hurry, and get those tennishoes on, or you'll be tardy."
"Thanks." Duo said, yanking the rollerblades off of his feet. He jammed the tennishoes on, and grabbed a couple of things to write on, and with, then took off running for class.
"That's the card captor... he reminds me of Sakura already. Always late." She muttered, reaching for a text book, she laughed. The her expression hardened.
"I know that Une wierdo, is up to something, I just need to figure out what it is... and stop her, before I end up with two dead gundam pilots and a dead card guardian on my hands. God knows, Eriol will kill me for that."
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Duo raced into class, with fifteen seconds to spare. Quatre looked at him puzzled from where he'd taken a seat in the back of the room. Heero was sitting in the front row. Trowa and Quatre were sitting directly behind him. Wufei was in the far corner seething, probably about some girl that managed to piss him off.
Duo took the only empty seat in the room. Which was between a row of jocks, and a row of skater boi's. The seat to the left of Heero's. A few of the girls were trying to flirt with Heero. Who in return, gave them his trademark Deathglare. Which sent them reeling back into thier seats. Duo struggled to force back a snigger. Also, a pang of jealousy struck whenever one of those girls leaned over to talk to the stoic teenager.
'What am I getting jealous over? It's not like he even remotely wants to talk to any of these girls. Or me for that matter. And even if I wanted to tell him . . . I probably wouldn't. I'm for one, too much of a chicken, and for two, he would probably beat the hell out of me. '
The teacher walked into the room, and the class followed the class representatives commands.
"Stand. Bow. Sit."
"Does anyone remember what today is?"
"We start working on our projects." A girl said from the back of the room.
"Hai."
"I'll pass out the rubric, for you to follow in a second. For now, I'll give you the requirements for the project."
There was an instanteneous groan from the entire class.
" This is a Drama class, get over it.We will be doing a play in front of the entire school. You may know this one. It's "Romeo and Juliet". I would've done "West side story" but, I did that one about three years ago. I will be choosing parts at random, by picking them from a hat.
"Why can't we do like "The Oddessy," or something like that?" A jock somewhere behind Duo asked.
Duo heard Wufei mutter,"Of all the girly romances..."
"Because I'm the teacher. I choose the topic. It could be worse... I could make y'all write essays. And I know the only reason that the majority of you are even in here, is because you don't feel like doing all that writing for Ms. Nagengast, or Mr.Jobe. I'm correct, am I not?"
Almost every student in that room nodded thier heads in agreement.
She grabbed a large cowboy hat off of her desk.
"Where'd you get that atrocity?" Another voice in the back sniggered.
"I got it when I went to Nashville, Tennessee. And it's not an atrocity for your information Kunikida-san. It's a hat." She said, slapping a detention slip on his desk.
He looked up, and sputtered.
"W-what's this for!"
"Opening your mouth when you should've kept it shut. Ever hear the saying, "Be seen and not heard"? Apply it." She said, giving him a sickeningly sweet smile.
"I expect to see you in here tommorow at lunch. No excuses."
"And as for the rest of you, I'll call on you to draw parts. No exchanges."
She started down the list, and finally got to Duo.
He swallowed, and went to meet his doom. Walking to the front of the room, he looked for a possible exit. None in sight, unless you counted the open window.
He stuck his hand into the hat, and grabbed one from the bottom.
'It's hopefully a background part, like an extra.'
Walking back to his seat, Trowa jabbed the teen with a finger in the back.
"What?"
"What part did you get?"
"Dunno. You?"
"Mercutio."
"Heero!"
The ice-cold teen whirled around, a look of indifference on his face.
"Nani?" he demanded coldly.
"Sheesh, I just wanted to know what part you got."
"Romeo."
"Ok."
Duo turned back around and picked the small slip of paper that Wufei was holding.
'Tybalt eh . . . Wufei, I'm going to tourture you so bad for this one.'
"Wufei... I hope you can play the part of a traitor well."
"Nani? What are you talking about?" The shenlong pilot asked, narrowing his eyes at the american teen.
"You heard me. Tybalt kills Mercutio, then returns to die by Romeo's sword."
Wufei scowled."Why don't you look at YOUR part!"
Duo looked down calculatingly at the small slip of paper in his hand.
"I don't have a problem with acting. I could act any part without a problem." Duo answered, albit too confidently.
Wufei snatched the paper from his hands, and opened it. His face took on a instanteneous shade of fire hydrant red, but it wasn't from anger. No, it was far from it.
Duo scowled at the chinese pilot."What's so funny?"
He snatched the paper from him, and paled conciderably.
"NononononoNO There is Noooo way on this god given planet, that I am doing this. Nuh uh. Not going to happen lady. Not a chance."
Any other time, he would've jumped at the chance to act. But... There were two little reasons that he blatantly refused to do so.
1) He was a guy first off. And it would be very degrading to act the part of a woman, no matter how effeminate he may look.
2)Playing the part of Juliet meant, kissing Romeo . . . which just happened to be the suicidal, stoic wing pilot, who was currently, the object of Duo's affection.(though . . . Heero didn't know it, and Duo planned for things to stay that way, because he really wanted his head to stay safely attached to his shoulders with his neck, and not rolling across the floor.)
Ms. Foster met Duo's look of horror with a wry smirk.
"In Shakespear's time, boys acted both parts of men and women."
"Yeah, but did men kiss men?" Duo retorted, and continued to bang his head against his desk.
Heero, for someone who usually never outwardly showed any outward emotion, besides annoyance or anger, looked pretty shocked.
'I . . . Have to kiss Duo?'
Ms. Foster looked up from the hat.
"I wouldn't know. I wasn't alive then. And no, you can not switch parts. What you picked is what you got. Your grades will be determined by participation, and your preformance. Which will be a month from Wednesday." She added, adjusting her glasses. Duo sighed in resignation.
'Things could be worse. You could be stuck kissing Wufei or Relena.' He shuddered at that particular thought.
Meanwhile, Wufei was still trying to control his mirth. Which was attracting attention to the usually solemn chinese teenager.
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It was lunch. And Duo's stomach was definitely telling him that it was time to eat. Since he'd skipped breakfast. Not wanting to be bothered, he sat at a table by himself to contemplate just why He'd even bothered to walk or... rather skate into those doors. After a 1/2 hour of debating with Ms. Foster, over his part, she hadn't relented. Heero showed no outward irritation towards it, but then again, he never showed any emotion besides anger.
He heard the sounds of a wierd melody, being played by a combination of string instruments, and a vocal harmony. He looked over to see three girls, each holding an instrument, belting it into a set of microphones. He registered the fact that someone had dropped themselves into the seat next to him, but chose not to acknowledge thier presence. He was sucked into the song that the group of musicians was preforming.
"Two days past eighteen, he was waiting for a bus in his army greens,
sat down in a booth in a café there, gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair.
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile, and he said "Would you mind sittin' down for a while,
and talkin' to me, I'm feeling a little low. She said "I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go."
So they went down and they sat on the pier, he said" I bet you got a boy friend but I don't care, I got no one to send a letter to. Would you mind If I sent one back here to you?"
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy, too young for him they told her, waitin for the love of a travelin' soldier. Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again, never more to be alone, when the letter says a soldier's comin home . . ."
Nakuru's voice snapped him from his little dreamland, that the song was creating.
"Duo!" She said. The startled teen whirled around.
"Oh... it's you. Hi Nakuru."
"Hello to you too. I see you like the song."
"Uh huh. What are they playing?"
"It's an old Bluegrass tune called "Travelin' soldier" It was written back in the 1900's. Those girls up there are sisters. Well, the two blondes, Natalie, and Martie Maines are. Emily Robison is the brunette."
"What is that little instrument that sorta looks like a guitar?"
"It's called a mandolin. Emily is playing a dobro, and Martie is playing the mandolin. Natalie plays the fiddle."
"It looks like a violin." Duo remarked.
"Because it is. The only difference between the two, is the style they play it with. Ask your blonde friend about the difference. He could probably give you a sample of the two play styles." Nakuru answered.
"What are they called?"
"They named themselves after a popular country-western group, called "The Dixie Chicks." They usually play at a couple of the local bars on weekends, and occasionally for the student populous."
"Cool. I usually don't like this stuff, but this is actually pretty good."
"They'll be glad to hear it." Nakuru said, looking at Duo with a look of mischief gleaming in her brown eyes.
For some reason, Duo kept getting the nagging feeling that something about this girl wasn't quite... how should I put this... normal. He felt power eminating from her in waves.
'Yeah... she's definitely not normal... I wonder if she knows about her powers? I'd better ask Kero about her.'
Duo absently stared at the girl in front of him. And then something else made itself apparent to him.
'She's one of the possible spies! Damnit why didn't I recognize that sooner?!' He mentally kicked himself for that. Somehow he managed to keep a straight face throughout his whole mental kick in the head.
"You hungry?" Nakuru asked.
"Yeah I'm starving, but I'm broke. Besides, I don't trust the school food. They probably put rat poison in it or something, but I know from past experience, that it isn't digestible."
"Here. I have plenty." She said, handing him a wrapped pork bun from her overly large lunch bag. Duo stared at it in surprise.
'If she eats like that everyday, how in the heck can she stay that thin?' He pondered.
"If your wondering, yes I do eat like this on a constant basis."
'I know I eat a lot, but I couldn't stuff that much into my mouth in three days.'
"Thanks for the grub Nakuru-chan."
"No problem man. I always bring extra in case someone decides that the food isn't edible. I don't trust it either."
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Meanwhile at a nearby table....
Heero and the other three pilots were sitting at a table together. Quatre looked questioningly at Heero's lunch bag.
"Heero... are you ok?.. your eating more than you normally do. You ate a rather large breakfast this morning."
"I'm fine. Just hungry." He monotonously answered, his look challenging the blonde empath to say anything more.
His gaze wandered over to where Duo was sitting, chatting animatedly with a pink haired teenager, with his mouth full.
Heero felt a pang of jealousy pull at his thoughts. He blocked them out.
'What am I jealous about? Duo is a pilot. An expendable one at that. Not to mention he's male. Get a hold of yourself Yuy. Emotions are not needed. They are worthless and they get in the way.'
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Duo and Nakuru were walking from thier last class together. That's when Duo sensed the card.
Nakuru also sensed it, and stopped to pinpoint it's location. She looked out the window in the hallway. Snow and sleet were starting to fall heavily.
"Snow... isn't it a little early for snow?" Duo asked, looking outside with a questioning look on his face.
"It's October. We get snow in October."
"A little maybe... but Three inches in less than fifteen minutes, and freezing rain to go with it?"
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Heero tugged his jacket on a little tighter against his shoulders. The tempurature had dropped about ten degrees in the past five minutes. And walking home, had just become a less of a good idea. Partially because the wind had picked up. And he was getting drenched.
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"Uh... Nakuru? I kinda remembered I have to do something. See ya!" Duo yelled, running off in a hasty escape.
Nakuru laughed at the teenagers antics. "Duo... your in for a whole lot more trouble than what you think."
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"Great... Stupid cards, why did I agree to do this? Wait... I didn't. I was forced to." Duo grumbled, reaching for the half collected deck of cards hidden in the leg of his pants. He closed his eyes, and tried to find out where the cards were controlling the elements from.
"Aha! The roof!" He said, smiling in triumph. He ran towards the elevator, and punched in the key for the roof door.
As the elevator stopped, and the door opened, he was met with a blast of cold air, and wet snow in the face. He reeled backwards in surprise. He barely collected himself and ran out the elevator door in time before it shut.
Kero appeared from his bag. And was nearly blown away by the sheer force of the wind. Although... it wasn't Windy who was causing it. That particular card was already in Duo's possession.
Duo's yell could barely be heard over the whistling snow, sleet and wind.
"What card is causing this?!"
"Think! Which ones don't you have back yet?!" The stuffed animal like Card guardian yelled back, resorting to hiding in the bag, with just his head sticking out.
Duo mentally rattled off the list of possible cards in his head.
'The storm, the snow, the freeze. It could be any one of them... or it could be all three of them...'
"Kero! I think it's a combination of cards again." Duo yelled, his fingers starting to go numb from the biting force of the wind. His braid whipped into his face, and with a cold face, it stung.
"Good job. It took you long enough to figure it out, but you better figure out how to stop them! Before we get buried, and get hypothermia out here!" Kero yelled. Duo scowled.
"I don't see you helping any." He flatly remarked.
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"I'm thinking he needs a little assistance. What do you say Suppi?"
"Ditto... maybe we can hold off at least one of the cards long enough for him to pick off the other one." A small black winged cat drawled.
"And by the way you demonic butterfly. I'll tear you limb from limb if you call me that again."
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Duo held the staff in his hand.
"I've had enough of this! Firey! Melt the snow!" He yelled. spitting out a mouth full of snow. The card erupted, and made the air around them bearably warm, which also dried Duo's clothes nicely of the snow that stuck to them.
He moved over to the side to check Firey's progress. It was making good progress in clearing the snow away. It's true form appeared, and it didn't look all that pleased.
A sudden gust of wind almost knocked Duo off of his feet. And it started to sleet.
"You didn't tell me Snow could sleet! Or produce this much wind! These are things you find with the onset of a hurricane!"
"Because it CAN'T. Think, there should be another card."
"I got it! The storm!"
Suddenly Duo was drenched with an onslaught of rain. Scowling he yelled,"Firey! Attack The storm!"
The card shot upward, extinguishing the rain.
Duo raised the staff.
"Storm! Snow! Return to your forms confined!"
The cards returned to his hands, and he smiled briefly. He sank to his knees, and struggled to stay awake.
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"Why do I feel so tired?" Heero asked, feeling very zapped of energy.
"I can't be sick. . . I've never gotten sick before. . . but if I'm not sick. . . Why am I so. . . tired?" He muttered, walking into the house. He no more than got to the living room, when he collapsed in a heap in the hallway. Unconcious.
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"Duo! Duo, you can't fall asleep on me here! Wake up!" Kero yelled.
A pink haired figure walked from where she was standing in the shadows.
"Duo! Oh no..."
"Ruby... What?" Kero wondered, looking at the guardian in question.
'How does she know Duo?' he wondered... the answer was obvious. She went to school with him, and probably came up here to stir up trouble.
"What are you doing here you insane twit?" Kero flatly asked.
"I believe that's none of your goddamned fucking buisiness Cerberus. Besides, I do have a job to do. and it's called figuring out why this is happening. Something your supposed to be doing. Me and Suppi have been working as spies. Got a problem with that stuffed animal?" She snidely returned, glaring at the named guardian.
"Wow. Your language is about as good as his."
"Well. When your forced to play spy for a bunch of mercenaries, and being forced to work for Oz, your language gets worse." She bitterly spat.
"Ouch." Kero grumbled. His gaze wandered down to the teenager laying face down.
Suddenly the click of a saftey being released on a gun penetrated the silence that had settled between the two guardians.
Nakuru whirled around.
"Nanashi?!" She exclaimed, recognizing the boy as one of those she'd worked with.
"Good guess." The silencer returned. The tall pilot kept his gun trained on the two figures in front of him.
"Why? What?"
"Heero's suspicions were correct. You are an enemy spy. Good bye, Akizuki Nakuru." He muttered, pulling the trigger. He didn't expect the girl to erect a shield, so the bullet would bounce away. And then transform to her true form. Or walk up to him, and turn that gun, into a lump of worthless steel.
"Nanashi. You moron. I don't work for them. I'm a spy. I work for the same mercenaries you did." She said, giving the passive teen a glare.
"Ruby Moon?"
"Took you long enough to figure it out. Now what are you doing up here? Why did you follow me?" She asked, pinning the green eyed teenager against the wall he was standing next to.
"I was looking for Duo. I saw him come up here."
"And I'm the Queen of England. Now why did you follow me?" She repeated, her gaze narrowing.
"Fine... I sensed some wierd aura, and I came to see what it was. Happy?"
"Yes I am.
"Wait... you know eachother??" Kero asked, sweatdropping.
"Hai. We both worked for the same mercenaries at one time. We bunked together. I always remember hearing two voices talking at night, but seeing only one person." Trowa said, his stature not easing any. He was still tensed for a fight.
"You can ease off. I do not wish to fight with you. If I did, you'd be dead by now." Ruby commented, noticing the pilots rigidity.
"I better get the braided wonder back to the safe house. Before Quatre and Wufei wonder what happened to us." He said, walking over to the smaller, thinner pilot, who lay on the ground.
"And by the way... watch Heero. If He starts to black out. I need to talk to you." Ruby called after the retreating pilot.
"Sí." He said, walking into the stairwell. Duo's unconcious form draped over his shoulder.
"That kid is strange." Kero said, scratching his head. And taking off after the green eyed, taciturn pilot.
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Back at the house....
Heero tossed and turned in his sleep. Quatre and Wufei had found him, and carried the sleeping teen into an adjacent room, and placed him on a cot.
Quatre bit his lip in worry." I wonder what's wrong with him. He never sleeps like this."
"Maybe... I have a theory, but I can't tell you what it is."Wufei muttered
He met Quatre's confused look."Family secret."
"Oh."
"Where are Maxwell and Barton?" the chinese teen asked, finally noticing thier absence.
"Still at the school I guess."
"For what?"
"I don't know. Trowa left me in the hallway, and said he wanted to check something out. I haven't heard from Duo all day. Niether Duo nor Heero have looked very good for the past couple of days. I'm beginning to wonder if they've caught some sort of bug."
"No. Something a lot more complicated than that I'm afraid." Wufei answered, a concerned gaze shifting to the fitfully sleeping Heero.
"Sakura. . . Iie. . .I failed. . . I"
Quatre looked at Heero like he'd grown an extra head.
Wufei's head shot up. Now he knew why Heero and Duo were acting so sickly.
"It can't be. No. . . there's no possible way. . ."
"What?"
"I'll be back. Watch him." Wufei curtly said. Walking out the door, without another word.
"Wait.. what?"
The sound of a motorcycle speeding out of a driveway was soon heard.
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"What.Are.You.Wearing?" Touya asked his younger sister, who waltzed out of her new bedroom. Wearing a very suggestive outfit, that consisted of a yellow low cut, high midriff top, that buttoned in the front. And a pair of low rise, short yellow shorts made from the same material, held up with a pair of black suspenders. And a pair of sneakers.
"Clothing... what does it look like, baka?" She glared, tossing her now very short, violet coloured hair behind her ears.
"What's with the colour change?" Yukito asked, giving the girl a confused look.
"Decided it was time for something different."
"Different would be to go blonde, and start acting like a supermodel. What you did, was go psycho. You look like some slut from hooters." Touya said. Yukito elbowed the dark haired man, and coughed.
"Coughcoughsistercomplexcoughcough"
"Yukito?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
Sakura scowled, and punched her sibling in the stomach. He choked out in pain.
"I...didn't know.....she..could hit....that...ha..rd."
"I learn't from the best you know... having both Yue and Sayoran for sparring partners helps." She grinned.
"Geez... it's been three hundred years... and you both act like you did when I met you." Yukito said, shaking his head. "With the exception that your more vocal, and she's more violent."
"Yeah. That's nice... but theres something else we gotta think about here?"
"And that would be??"
"Undoing this spell or whatever it is. Or at least inhibit it somewhat."
"Damn... I almost forgot." Touya growled.
"How could you forget? We just talked about it before I went into the bathroom, and dyed my hair Dumbass." She deadpanned, giving him an exasperated/annoyed stare.
"Hey, at least now we have use of our powers back, so maybe we can sort this thing out." Yukito said, drumming his long fingers on the banister of the stairs.
"True. Let's get Eriol... and find these kids... they've got to be in school somewhere right?"
"Touya... they're at home.. It's 6:30." Sakura deadpanned.
"Oh... right. Hehe, being used to the whole not paying attention to the clock thing sucks after a while."
"Touya... you are worthless you know that?"
"But you still love me? Don'tcha sis?"
"That's disputable in it's own right." She retorted, rolling her eyes.
Eriol walked up the stairs, and stopped at the sight of the two siblings bickering.
"Ah... sibling rivalry.. Don't you love it?" eriol asked.
"Some things just never change... do they?"
"Nope."
"Let's leave them to dispute, and go do a little researching about our friends... shall we?" Yukito asked, looking at the bickering siblings with an amused look.
"Sounds good to me." Eriol said, as the two started yelling at eachother about Sakura's clothing.
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Trowa looked down at the sleeping bundle of school uniform curled up against him, and frowned.
"I wonder... Why does he keep blacking out... It must have something to do with these cards. He was fine a week ago." Trowa muttered, shifting the smaller boy in his arms.
"Those cards are now drawing off of his energy. That's why he keeps blacking out like this." Kero piped up from behind the pilot.
"You... what do you want with Duo?"
"He's my ward. It's my job to watch over him until he goes through the last judgement. And this is puzzling me just as much as it is you. I don't know why this is happening, because it's not supposed to."
"Your ward?"
"Do you wish for me to explain my situation?" Kero sighed.
The sound of a motorcycle skidding to a halt could be heard, as a racing suit, helmet clad Wufei came speeding up the road.
"I would appreciate that." Trowa answered, looking at the guardian, then to the boy running over to them, yanking his helmet off of his head.
A worried looking Wufei came up, slightly breathless.
"Wufei."
"I know why he's blacking out. Because Heero is too. I don't know if you'll believe me on this or not. Just be prepared for a shock."
"I don't think much can shock me after earlier."
He recieved a blank look from the chinese pilot in response. "I'll tell you later."
"Hop on. Were going somewhere." Wufei said, repositioning his helmet.
"What about Duo?"
"Cerberus, Does Duo have the float card in his posession?" Wufei asked. Giving the guardian a look that clearly spelt trouble if he didn't answer.
"Yes... I think he does anyway. Look in his jacket. If he has it, it's going to be with the rest of them."
"How..."
"I'll explain later. Were going to pay a friend of mine a visit. I ran into him a few months ago, you'll find him quite interesting Trowa, and he may even be able to provide a cure for our little dillema here. We can't exactly have those two blacking out while were on a mission, trying to demolish a base, or something."
"Damn it Duo! I hate how you manage to hide things." Wufei growled.
"Aha! Found you!" He said, grabbing a pink card with an illustration on it.
"What is that thing going to do?" Trowa asked, his monotone matching the usual of Heero's.
"Watch. You might learn something." He said, reaching for something strapped to his back. Trowa soon realized it was a scabbard.
"I didn't know you had a broadsword?"
"It belonged to one of my ancestors. I normally only use it for katas, but this is a special case."
He said, positioning the card between two fingers, and the sword in the other, above his head.
"Float! Carry Duo!" He yelled, tossing the card outward away from himself, and struck it with the tip of the sword. Instead of slicing it to bits, like Trowa expected, the card disappeared into a ball of light that encased Duo within itself, then faded to a dull purplish glow.
"You can let go now Trowa." Wufei said, snapping the unibanged teen from his state of shock. He let go, and Duo stayed suspended in the air.
Kero intruded.
"Would you care for the long version, or the short version of the story?"
"Right now... I'll take the long version. And I'm dead sure Quatre will want to know of Duo's little escapades."
"The blonde?"
"Hai. He's an empath, with several other psychic abilities. He will find out sooner or later. And I'd rather be it sooner... We do not need a Zero System Quatre on our hands... remember the last time?" Wufei asked, looking at the taciturn pilot.
"Which episode... when Duo overfilled the washer with soap, and the entire laundry room was coated in soap film for three weeks, you over filled the dishwasher, and it flooded the kitchen, or when I left the water running in the upstairs bathroom tub, and we created a river styx on the third floor." Trowa asked, a small smile quirking the corner of his lips.
"You pick." Wufei said, eyeballing the other pilot mockingly.
"Well anyway, let's get a move on. People are going to think it's wierd seeing a floating teen in a bubble, and two others who aren't really paying attention."
"Ditto."
"Let's get going... before Quatre manages to track me down and kill me for leaving him there."
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And this is the end of chapter two. Hope you liked it.
OK now for the A/N's
Naoko: It took me three days to finish this! Ugh... exams suck, but I gotta keep up my GPA up, or No volleyball for me. I got the new Puddle of Mud Cd. The one that has the song "She F***in hates me" on it. I was listening to that while I typed.
Well anyway, the next chapter should be up in a week or two. And my writers block for my other story is gone, so I'm back in business.
And if your wondering, I got the whole "Romeo and Juliet" Idea from Starlife's story. Although, mine is going to take a whole different twist than that one. Trust me. I have read every chapter of that story about a zillion times. If you have no idea of who I'm even referring to, do yourself a favour. Go to my profile, and click on favourite stories. It's there. R&R that, and tell that person there to hurry up with the next chappie. Me and a zillion other readers out there are dying for the next chapter.
Duo: What are you singing?
Wufei: Really woman, what is that jibberish?
Naoko: It's not jibberish… well the chorus is. The song is called "Aserejé" It's by a spanish group called "Las Ketchup." It's a good song. Me and a group of friends sang it for our Spanish class. Both versions. Although, I'm better at singing the spanish version.
Well anyway please review! I won't update until I get at least ten reviews. So if you wana story. Review
Ja ne!
Naoko-chan.