Well, this is the storm from both Duo and Quatre's perspectives. I was going to do Trowa's in the same chapter, but then I decided that it would make it too long and it would take too long to write. (Well, I wrote it in about an hour last night, but it WAS late. Like 2-ish.) Plus it wouldn't really fit. So, as per usual-

Bee: Yeah, having a fishtail would TOTALLY suck. I've never really thought about it before I wrote this story, but all those merpeople suffering… O_o; I'm so sadistic. I even feel sorry for them!

Diane: I'm glad you approve. ^ ^ Because this IS a completely unbelievable but humorous parody, I feel the right to nudge people just a little into the realms of OOC. Plus, it would really and truly suck for Zechs. Seriously. I mean, after Gods know how long of trying to get through to Treize's thick skull, this has to happen. It would so be the last straw, don't you think? Anyway, I love hair and you just can't help but notice the hair of those three… *drool* Zechs is so gorgeous. Whichever way, I'm thinking of doing something about the King/Prince thing. After all, they aren't REALLY related. And trust me. My version is so deviant that Hans Christian wouldn't recognise the end with glasses. *evil grin*

Ariliana: Yay, the eyes have caught another victim! *cheers mercilessly* And thanks for your suggestion. I decided to do so.

Kracken 1.w: Eep! Not the brand, anything but that! ^ ^

QuatreGael: Hooray, I've made someone's day bright! I feel truly happy now. Hopefully you'll like this bit. ^ ^

Tsuzuku no Tenshi: Don't worry bout it, I'm a lazy sod who only just updated anyway. And is Milli lovely? I think he is. Duo and Quatre have been brought back for this part, and Heero should be popping in in about 2 or 3 parts now. Oh, and the name "Drowned Hair Swishy Dude" now has some truth to it. *sweatdrop*

RALLY HO~!

Duo had carried through with his evil plan to spy on the party for his own twisted amusement, and was now paying for it in spades. You don't realise how incredibly hard it is to remain fixed to one of those tiny porthole windows when the ship keeps tossing around in the sea. Duo had lost count of the times he'd smashed painfully into the side of the boat.

 However, it wasn't all bad. For one thing, he'd managed to satiate his own sad voyeuristic urges by laughing at the suffering and stupidity of various idiotic aristocrats. Secondly, he'd located Trowa and Quatre. Brilliant.

 As much as Duo wished misery upon Heero and to a lesser extent Heero, he truly sympathised with poor Quatre. The little angel hadn't done anything except inform him that sex was most likely impossible, and whilst being highly irritating, that hardly warranted the kind of revenge that Duo served out. In fact, he actually pitied the Arabian boy. Quatre just looked so… depressed.

 Duo had a shrewd suspicion about Quatre's role in the piece. Only the two main parts had been revealed beforehand, but the fact that Quatre was on the boat with Trowa was, to Duo, a dead giveaway. He had no idea where Heero was, though. He hoped that it was suitably degrading.

 When he began to think about the characters in the Little Mermaid, Duo mentally began to track the story. While their playing the characters was guaranteed to change things somewhat, it would still provide a basic guideline to what was going to happen next. As far as Duo could recall, they had a storm to look forward to.

 Oh, goody.

 Now that he thought about it, the sea was looking a bit dangerous. Grey, churning, rather violent and other such adjectives sprang to mind. The clouds were looking quite dark, too. Actually, pitch black was probably a better way to describe it. There was that ominous rumbling noise, too, the one that usually signifies the start of rain-

 Great, now it was pouring. Duo and his big mou- mind. The rain was coming down so hard he practically couldn't breathe, and his hair was plastered to his head. Absolutely wonderful- not only was it salty, disgusting and hideously tangled, his fringe was now stuck in front of his eyes and making him look like a demented sheepdog. Duo so did not love his life right now. Wherever Heero was, Duo spitefully wished that he was being afflicted by the same down-pour. Fat chance, though.

 During this whole time, Duo had completely failed to notice the fact that he and the ship were being separated by the increasingly enormous waves. He stared at the tossing vessel blankly for a few seconds, then yelped in sudden remembrance.

 "Shit! I'm supposed to rescue Trowa!"

 Duo attempted to dive under again, but was thrown back by a massive wall of water. He went to try once more, but he just kept getting pushed further backwards. Adding to his problems, his hair had got caught round his arm and he couldn't move without feeling like his scalp was being torn apart.

 "Ow ow ow ow FUCK!" Duo screeched loudly. The ship had been reduced to matchsticks, and he obviously was not going to make it in time. Hell! If Trowa died, it would be all his fault!

 Quatre fought the wave of nausea that rolled over him as the ship began to jerk roughly in the roiling sea. He could barely keep hold of the contents of his stomach, let alone stay upright. The ship was breaking to pieces, and he'd had to hold himself back from screaming when Trowa got bashed in the head by a loose wooden beam, successfully knocking the silent prince out for at least the next hour from the looks of it. Quatre had been trying to reach him for the past few minutes, but all the brainless nobles were panicking and milling around like lost sheep. Not to mention the fact that he was clutching his middle in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from hurling. Crawling along the rough floor and feeling pathetic, he slowly made his way in the right direction, flinching every so often when he almost got trampled. God, he felt like he was going to throw up. If his head was pounding he would have suspected his drink had been spiked, but no- it was just seasickness. Urg.

 Retching as the ground yet again disappeared out from under him with no warning, Quatre whimpered and crumpled. This was awful! If Quatre had his way, he would never go on a ship again, ever! Worst of all, Trowa was still about a meter away and there was this awful groaning noise from below. Quatre felt that terrible sinking feeling at the sound, and wondered if the boat was about to fall apart.

 No sooner had he thought it than did the creaking start, the boat literally being torn to pieces. Uneven chunks of wood and debris were flying everywhere, and the shrieks were deafening. Quatre knew that if he allowed himself to give in to the fear he would be paralysed and incapable of any useful movement, so he ignored the gravity of the situation and focused on Trowa. He had to get there before the ship was destroyed.

 Quatre had just grabbed the prone pilot's wrist with one hand and a support beam with another and was dragging himself closer when there all of a sudden there was nothing beneath him. Oh, it sounded cliché, but there was no other way to describe it. One minute there were not-so-solid wooden planks beneath him, and the next he was falling. The falling was fine, until it came to an end- Quatre was still gripping Trowa's wrist like a lifeline. After the fall came the crash, and that was when the real pain kicked in. The jagged splinters tore into his arm, ripping the flesh and sending a roar of throbbing agony in chills throughout his body. The blood was running all over him, and it was all he could do not to let go. His cheeks were damp with salty tears and his limbs were starting to go numb, but whatever happened, he refused to let go. If he did, he'd probably not be able to find Trowa again and the stoic boy could quite possibly drown.

 Quatre was not going to let that happen.

 At that precise moment the water came rushing in, a great flood of incredibly powerful and life-threatening proportions. It would be so easy to drown, to be swept away by the currents, be slammed into one of the disintegrating walls and run out of energy, to just give up and let the water fill his lungs, but there was no way Quatre was going to let that happen. He had no death wish and was willing to fight for his life, but more to the point, there was no way in hell that he would let Trowa die due to his stupidity. He was going to get them both out of this, preferably unharmed.

 It didn't occur to Quatre at any time that Duo was meant to be the one doing the rescuing, and all things taken into consideration, it was just as well. Duo was otherwise occupied, and had Quatre not taken matters into his own hands, things could have very likely become messy. Although, that was an interesting point- could they have been assigned to their roles precisely because it was known how each would react? Was this all set up so things would have to reach a certain outcome? It was a blood freezing kind of though, but luckily Quatre was too distracted to think it.

 The water was cold, Quatre couldn't feel his legs and he kept getting smashed into unfortunately solid objects, but still he kept on going. Finding a loose piece of driftwood he latched onto it and hauled Trowa on top, vaguely hoping that neither of them would contract anything nasty like pneumonia. People didn't get sick in faerie tales, did they? Did they?

 Quatre didn't have all that much left to give, but he did what he could to keep Trowa and himself afloat, and eventually the torrid storm died down. Quatre was totally exhausted and Trowa was still unconscious, so Quatre decided they could just drift to shore. Hopefully.

 When they did finally reach real land, Quatre was almost too tired to notice or even care. Using the last reserves of his strength, he pulled Trowa up on to the sandy beach and collapsed, coughing up what felt like gallons of salty seawater. Not only did his lungs burn, but it tasted disgusting, too. Life pretty much sucked right now.

 Gasping for much-needed oxygen, Quatre let his eyelids slide shut and began to sink into a deep and overdue sleep. His last conscious thought acknowledged that Duo was indeed correct- salt water did mess up your hair.

Huzzah. Okiday, the next bit is 'Trowa wakes up'. For EVERYONE, Heero will be here soon. I promise. ^ ^; Till next time! Oh, and please don't forget to review! Please? *sweet smile*