Sleep Disturbed: Who the Fudge Part 5

By: Brandy Camel

Disclaimer: Don't you love how I change my author's name so much? Well, it's been hard to get back on track. Especially since Kate doesn't live near me anymore. That's why chapter four started dying... So, I'm now dedicating this chapter to my best friend Kate! Because... Well, damn, I don't think I need a reason. Blah blah blah, I don't own anything but the clothes on my back which even my parents paid for, so there! ^_^;; Don't sue, because you know you like reading this too much. Bwahahaha!

I stretched out on the pulled-out daybed that belonged to Kate. We were stationed up in her room, watching anime. What anime? If you can't guess, you should be severely smacked. Kate, of course, was planted on her own bed. I was absently mindedly muttering about some matter or another that had no significance what-so-ever when Kate hushed me. I started to say "Why in the world...?" but stopped when I realized it was her favourite scene in all of Gundam Wing. Treize in a hot tub. I shuddered, both physically and mentally, and buried my head in my pillow. *Just think pretty thoughts. Pretty thoughts... Duo in his boxer shorts... Silk boxer shorts... Mm....*

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"Can you see what they're doing?" a familiar monotone voice questioned his one of his accomplices.

"No. ...Man, they live in a tiny house..."

"Duo, you baka! You're holding the binoculars backwards!" Heero tugged the set away from Duo, causing him to fall over, since the strap had been around his neck. He grinned sheepishly, got up, and wiped the snow from his clothes. Quatre shifted uncomfortably next to him.

"Should we really be doing this? It doesn't feel right spying on these girls..."

"They're just baka onnas, it doesn't matter anyway," retorted a bitter Wufei. He didn't really want to be out in the cold on account of two women which Heero apparently thought were "dangerous" to them.

Heero ignored the China-man's comment. "I've explained this to you before, Quatre. We can't risk letting ourselves be discovered."

"That, and who wants to miss girls pillow-fighting in their underwear?" Duo grabbed the binoculars back and started using them the correct way. "That IS what they do, right? OH GOD!" Duo fell over backwards and was seeming to have convulsions.

"Duo? What's wrong?" Quatre leaned over and began to pick up the binoculars to inspect what could have disturbed Duo so much.

"Save yourself... DON'T LOOK. For the love of Shinigami, DON'T LOOK!"

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Kat absently began tapping buttons on the cash register at the local Pizza Hut. She was bored out of her MIND. She was ready to print out a "fake" receipt, when she realized it would be on store record, and erased the "information" from the cash register's memory. She sighed again.

*I'd rather be baby-sitting twenty yipping chihuahua pups than in this dump...* she thought to herself. What would have definitely made her night, though, was the fact that a certain spiky-banged pilot was watching her from a stain-glassed window, thinking the exact same thing.

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I yawned and rolled over to stare at the ceiling for awhile. I wasn't sure what to think. There had been so many interesting events happening as of late, I was totally lost in everything.

"Hun, what's the matter?" Kate turned on her side to look at me. I turned my head to look at her, my arms crossed behind my head in a rather Duo-esque fashion.

"I've just been thinking a lot lately..."

"About them, huh?"

"Dur. What do you think they want with us?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Kate. You're smarter than that. You know what I mean. They would hardly be paying US this much attention unless they had some ulterior motive..."

Kate shrugged. "I suppose. But really, I'm not sure what they want. I can't think of anything that would give me away as suspi-" Kate stopped herself suddenly. "CRAP!"

"What?!"

"They know. They know who I look like! DUO KNOWS!" she began panicking in a Sailor Moon style (amazing how much we act like our animes...), tugging on her hair and moaning into her pillow.

"Well, at least we know one thing..."

"What's that?!" She looked up, still rather annoyed that she was utterly obvious.

"They can't kill you."

"That's always a plus."

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Zechs, Une, and Treize had finally settled themselves into the roomy apartment. Each separated into their own rooms, Une stationed as close to Treize as she could possibly be. Zechs claimed the couch. For some reason, he could sleep anywhere, like a rock, and would take the floor if necessary with absolute joy. Well, that is, if you knew what joy looked like coming from Zechs.

While in this strange world (or at least, that's what it seemed to them), they dressed somewhat "normal" Meaning, Une didn't look like some crazy uniformed Princess Leia and Treize took on a business man look. Zechs just avoided wearing his lovely (*snickers and gets whapped by Kate*) helmet in public. He wore it when he could, however, claiming he had hat-hair.

Zechs was typing busily at a laptop he had hooked up on the kitchen counter. Une was busy making non-fattening spaghetti (far be it from her to let Treize lose his beautiful figure). Treize was busy reading through a local newspaper, fascinated by the simplistic life of the small town.

Zechs stopped tapping away all of a sudden. He got up and put on his jacket. Without even looking up, both of his comrades simultaneously asked, "Where are you going?"

Zechs shook himself out of an almost zombie-like trance. "Out for a walk. I need fresh air," Without another word, he was out the door.

No one else said anything either. What, were you expecting this to be rivet-ingly exciting? They're from OZ, for chrissakes!

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After spying for a good hour and a half, the G-boys decided to pack it up and head "home." Home meaning Brandy's house. After all, they had bugging to do, and it was a good time to get the bedroom and bathroom done. Though the parents might be difficult to avoid... But ah, that is not the main focus...

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Kate woke up in the middle of the night. She noticed the TV was still on and she had fallen asleep, leaving poor Brandy awake. Her friend was now also asleep, almost grinning in her dream state. Figuring it was best not to think about it, Kate got up to turn off the TV, and decided it was high-time to make herself some tea.

The young sixteen-year-old blonde busied herself with boiling the water, feeling she needed to make it as naturally as possible, and didn't even notice that the back porch sliding glass door was opening and a shadowy figure was slipping in. She didn't notice until the voice of a twenty-year-old platinum blonde young man came floating out to her.

"...Grandma?!"

She slammed her head into the cabinet. This was not happening, this was not happening, this was n- she steeled herself to turn around.

Kate wasn't overly surprised to see Milliardo standing in the doorway. Nevertheless, it seemed the appropriate thing to at least put a hand to her forehead and stumble backwards a bit. She did so, and the perplexed look on his face became one of concern. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she waved it off as she straightened herself. "I'm fine. I'm not your grandmother, though. Add about three generations, and you've got it." Kate sighed. "Sit down, I'll make you some cocoa. The old old-fashioned way."

"No, you don't need t-"

"Sit."

Despite the fact that she was so obviously younger and weaker than him, he found himself pulling out a chair as she rummaged about the kitchen grumbling about the inability of young people from the future to just sit still for one minute and enjoy the moment. These things coming out of the mouth of someone who looked and moved so disturbingly like his little sister made it really hard for him not to laugh.

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Ending Notes: Well, I've definitely been out of it for a while. The scene with Milliardo and Kate was actually written... two years ago? Yeesh, have I been bad. _ I'm sorry! Please forgive. I also apologize if this chapter isn't quite fulfilling. It's one I decided to stretch into two chapters, the next of which I hope to have done tomorrow. I'm on Christmas Break (in my junior year, whereas I am in this story during my freshman year. Yikes, that's scary), so I have lots and lots of spare time. I also have to work on my webcomic, which some of you may or may not know about. For those of you that don't, it's Http://pants.keenspace.com/ , but I warn you: It has not been updated in a while. I have the updates for about 5 or six days drawn, just not inked. O.o; Again, I'm doing really bad. Now to go write some fun Orlando Bloom stuff. :D

R&R!

~Brans