Title: Dragon Knights
Author: FalconIce
Pairing: 1x2, 5x13, 6+OC
Rating: Unresolved
Genre: Err…*sweatdrop* Fantasy, humor, Adventure…*scratches head*
Warnings: TWT, Slight OOC…as of the moment may get really weird later. * Nod nod*
Disclaimer: Don't own Gw nor any of it's characters. Err…have no mula, money, cash nor dough so if you sew me you're liable to only get a few holes in my skin with your needle…* laughs at her pun* Sew…needle…You get? * Crickets in the background* Well, I tried. *Shrug*
5:00 PM Winner Family Manor in L4
Duo grinned and continued to brush his hair. It had been quite a while since the last battle had been waged. The temporary truce between Oz and the Romafellers was certainly a breath of fresh air. Yet, Duo thought, not everyone though of it that way.
Duo placed the brush down on the table in front of him and began to slowly gather his hair into plaits. He then dropped back to his earlier thoughts.
Heero for example, as well as that stiff, Wufei; both were feeling uncomfortable at the thought of a truce in the war. The chestnut-haired pilot pulled the last plaits in place and tied his handiwork.
He looked at himself in the mirror and grinned. There was not one lock that was not in place. He then stood up and kicked the stool he had been sitting on under the table before making his way into the hallway.
Both pilots were taking it particularly hard. Quatre though was extremely glad at the ceasefire and there was even a hope of a complete stop to the war. His uni-banged lover was more or less neutral to the fact. Just as long as his blond lover was happy, he'd be as happy.
Duo sighed and waltzed around the compound having nothing to do. His gaze soon fell to the gardens. It became a habit to him now. Everyday, he'd get up, eat breakfast, try to have fun, get dirty in one way or another, get a bath, wash his hair, braid it, look for something to do again then finding none, go to the gardens for a long long walk until dinner, then sleep. He sighed again. Life was certainly getting monotonous. An idea suddenly struck him out of nowhere.
"Let's have some FUN!" He bellowed out to no one and dashed off.
5:10 PM Winner Gardens
A fist broke through the air at rapid intervals followed by a kick. Wufei scowled. The temporary ceasefire was getting to him. He had seen no real action in days and worse yet; his infernal and sworn enemy Treize Krushrenada was out there playing politics and winning everyone's favor. It was sickening and not to mention, and injustice to all humankind! He was just about to give another punch to the air when a familiar voice sounded just behind him.
" WU~U~U-M~A~AN!!!!!" Wufei felt his heart jump all the way to his throat as he abruptly spun around to confront the source of the voice.
"MAXWELL! What are you doing here?!?" He demanded and glared at the braided boy before him. A nerve was making its presence known at the side of his forehead.
Violet eyes blinked at him before Duo grinned and thumped the Chinese Pilot on the back firmly.
"Why don't we go out of town Fei-fei!" He suggested a grin on his face as an arm surrounded Wufei's neck in a hug.
The Chinese sputtered and squeezed his way out of the grip before smacking the braided Pilot on the back of the head. He dusted his clothes and fixed his immaculately tight pony tail while Duo was looking at him, a smile quirking his face. Wufei fixed his onyx orbs at the violet pair before him and sighed. He didn't have anything to loose…Wait, he might loose his sanity if he'd go out with Maxwell. But then, he thought to himself, it was certainly a welcome to his life from the boring routine he had developed. So he shrugged and turned to the grinning pilot.
"As long as we don't go into anyplace silly!...LOUD! OR CRIMINALLY INFESTED!" He warned and poked a finger on Duo's chest." Do I make myself clear, Maxwell?" He eyed the violet orbs before him.
Duo grinned and jumped into the air with a whoop of joy. He then encircled Wufei's neck again with his arm and proceeded to drag the sputtering Chinese to the garage where they kept their transportation.
5:45 PM Open Road
Thirty minutes later, they were out in the road zooming off into nowhere on a black Harley Davidson at sixty miles an hour. Wufei was clinging to Duo's waist looking both pale and green at the same time while the long haired Pilot was whistling happily.
" SLOW DOWN MAXWELL!" The pilot of Shenlong screamed and clutched at the braided boy's waist tighter. Things were zooming past him at an alarming rate. His stomach was doing flip flops and his mind was reeling. Duo on the other hand was enjoying himself immensely.
The braided plot replied, his eyes still on the road," Aw! But this is so F~U~N!" He singsong-ed and added a few more MPHs to their speed. The Chinese pilot could not help but let out a whimper. The one thing that had been going on his mind for the last thirty minutes had been…I AM GOING TO DIE!!!!
6:30 PM
Duo grinned wider as they pulled up next to a bar that was labeled Bloody Moon. He took off his helmet and glanced behind him to see a cowering Wufei. Poking the Chinese Pilot with a finger Duo announced their arrival.
"We're here Wu." He pointed out as Onyx orbs fluttered open and the death grip on his waist slackened.
He was then entertained by the shear speed as to which the Chinese pilot got off the motorcycle and launch into a lecture about safety driving and injustice. He just shook his head and chained his beloved Harley to a post then turned his gaze to the ranting human before him.
" C'mon Wu! Quit being such a stiff and let's PAAARRRTTTYYY!!!!" He called out and grabbed the astonished man's wrist dragging him into the club. The bouncer, having recognized Duo as the usual customer, let them pass with only a languid glance.
6:35 PM Bloody Moon Club
The drumbeat that filled the nightclub gave Wufei Goosebumps. The beat kept interfering with the usual rhythm of his heart and at heavy bass of the club's music as well as the thick air gave the Chinese Pilot a new meaning to the word suffocated.
He looked at Duo in front of him and sighed. The braided Pilot was now dancing to the aforementioned drumbeat while Wufei was on the bar drinking a can of Soda. Onyx eyes blinked as the seat beside him was taken by a woman but this particular woman had clothes that barely concealed anything on her, not to mention that said clothes were made of black leather.
Wufei couldn't help but blush as his eyes wandered over to other parts of the club. He hadn't noticed before but most of the patrons were either kinkily clad or unclad. Worst yet, the woman in the black leather suit had noticed his presence.
"Hi there handsome…" She seemed to purr and brushed a finger across his arm. Tingles shot up his hand and he quickly recovered it before any further stimulation of the limb could be induced." Touché." The Lady commented with a smile, her lustrous black hair catching on the club's dark lighting.
Wufei growled underneath his breath and faced the woman beside him." Do not touch me WOMAN!" He retorted, annoyed and got up towards the dance floor.
"You're such a stiff!" Called out the woman," Get yourself laid!" She commented with a laugh before going back to her own business.
The Chinese pilot fumed as he charged through the dance floor towards a certain violet-eyed, braided pilot. This certainly wasn't his idea of fun. He was now nurturing a headache and his body certainly needed the space from all this irksome jostling and grinding on the floor. He would have to teach that errant pilot what good clean fun meant. The type of good clean fun one can have from savoring a good book or from meditating.
He couldn't understand what was so intriguing about this so called 'clubbing'. To him, it was just an activity to get promiscuous lovers for one night stands. Certainly, he was not the type…
6:50 PM Bloody Moon Dance Floor
Duo gyrated his hips and swung his head to the tune of the heavy bass music that was booming overhead. This mindless dancing was calming him and wiping away his cares and concern. Well, it was definitely healthier than drinking or smoking one's life away. It also provided good exercise, but these thoughts only reminded him of a certain black haired pilot he'd dragged with him here to have fun.
Sighing, he turned his head to look for his companion only to find the seat Wufei had been sitting on occupied by a woman who was now having a make out session with another woman. Duo sighed yet again but just as he was about to go and look for the lost pilot, a figure bumped him from behind.
"Sorry!" came the hurried reply as the figure sought to charge past him. Duo blinked and laughed which made the figure's head look up in indignation." MAXWELL?" Wufei cried out and grabbed the now startled boy's arm and dragged him off the dance floor.
"Oi!" cried Duo as he regained his now bruised limb from the death grip of Shenlong's pilot. " What got up your ass lately?"
Wufei glared at him," Let's get out of here Maxwell…" He replied, seemingly annoyed at everything.
"I was just having fun, Wu-bear." Duo whined as he used Wufei's pet name which made the Chinese pilot bristle.
"DO.NOT.CALL.ME.WU…BEAR!!!" He exclaimed vehemently and faced the violet-eyed pilot with a stern glare.
"Don't get your tighty-whities in such a knot Wu!" Protested Duo and clapped a friendly hand on his comrade's shoulders.
"I have a bad headache Maxwell and all your aggravation is certainly not helping the situation…" He grit out but Duo just gave him a small smile and began to lead them out of the club.
"So, what do you want to do, Wu?" Duo asked as they walked out of the club and into the road outside. Wufei paused and seemed to consider then turned his head to gaze at the smiling face.
"Why don't we just take a walk, Maxwell? I need to breathe clean night air to get rid of this Gods-be-damned- headache." Duo shrugged.
"Why not?" He replied and off they walked into the night.
7:00 PM 1097 St. L4
Wufei massaged his head with his hands. They had been walking now for five minutes and the ache at his temples were finally giving way. He sighed.
"So, Wu. What made you such a grump back there anyways?" His companion asked. Wufei looked beside him and his gaze was met by a pair of sparkling amethyst orbs. Duo had such wonderful eyes. He thought to himself but as he realized where his thoughts had gone, he mentally smacked himself. "Hey, Wu!" Duo called out, hoping to get a little of the divided attention of the pilot.
"Yes Maxwell…I heard you the first time…" Wufei grumped and folded his arms in front of him.
"So…" Replied the pilot beside him, "Ya still didn't answer the question!" Wufei sighed.
"That is not my type of R&R Maxwell…" He drawled out, enjoying the walk even with the annoying baka by his side.
"So what's your type of R&R then?" Duo asked and skipped a little ahead of the brooding black haired pilot.
Wufei smiled to himself. It had been quite a while since he took a walk out in the night. It certainly was easing away all the stress and tension in his body. Even Maxwell's small talk only gave him pleasure at the moment.
"Duo…" He began," Do you ever read?" He asked; curiosity piqued. The Pilot of Deathscythe stopped and turned a wondering glance at Wufei.
"Hai!" He replied with a grin and jogged back to Wufei." Why?" He asked, now walking directly beside the Chinese Pilot.
"What kind of books?" Wufei ventured, his mind a little shocked that someone like Duo would read. The Pilot however had placed a hand on his chin and was rubbing it in thought.
"Err…I usually read Sci-fi or fantasy books." He replied," They're more interesting…" Turning a gaze on Shenlong's pilot, Duo threw back Wufei's question." Bout you, Wu?"
But as Wufei was about to answer, the street light above them suddenly went out.
"What the-?" Wufei remarked, taken by surprise.
"Must be busted." Duo suggested then poked the Chinese pilot on the back." Maybe we'd better head back Wu." The Chinese nodded his head.
"Yes, we should…" He trailed off, but just as they were about to head back, the rest of the lights on the streets were turned off.
"Looks like a localized power outage." Commented Duo as they started to head back to where the braided boy had parked his motorcycle.
Wufei didn't comment for he was buried in his thoughts. This little outing had him thinking about his whole perspective on life. He was certainly beginning to open up to Maxwell, but he couldn't let this friendship get to him. One was not supposed to make friends in a war. T'would be useless because comrades were dispensable and a liability out in the battlefield. But he was not allowed more time with his thoughts as the object of said thoughts let out a gasp.
"What is it Maxwell?" Wufei asked but only too soon, had the words stolen from his mouth as the sight before him shocked him through the core.
"We ain't in Kansas 'nymore Toto…" Duo breathed out as before him, what was once the Bloody Moon Nightclub was now a huge multi-leveled Castle on a hill, complete with two moats and two draw bridges. The parapets were elegant and the battlements were bathed by the soft glow of torchlight.
Author's Notes:
Duo:* looks pointedly at FI * exactly where are you heading with this?"
FI: * Shrug * No clue…"
Wufei: * nerve * How can you write a story if you don't even know where it's going!
FI: * blink blink * actually it was going somewhere…then it wasn't, then it went somewhere and then it wasn't * Shrug * something like that, kinda…in a way, sort of, you get the drift…
Wufei: * nerves falling off due to extreme aggravation* ARGGHHH! Stupid ONNA! * Starts to chase FalconIce around and around with his sword in hand *
FI: WAI!!!!!
Duo: * sweatdrop * Looks at readers who might be reading * FalconIce certainly needs help to know where her fic is going, if you have an idea don't be afraid to comment.
FI: * Stops suddenly making Wufei trip and land flat on his face * Anou…I also need a beta-reader for this fic. Anybody want to volunteer Desu?
Wufei: * sputters in indignation * Stupid ONNA! You will pay!!!!
FI: O.O! EEP! * Runs away with Wufei close behind *
Author: FalconIce
Pairing: 1x2, 5x13, 6+OC
Rating: Unresolved
Genre: Err…*sweatdrop* Fantasy, humor, Adventure…*scratches head*
Warnings: TWT, Slight OOC…as of the moment may get really weird later. * Nod nod*
Disclaimer: Don't own Gw nor any of it's characters. Err…have no mula, money, cash nor dough so if you sew me you're liable to only get a few holes in my skin with your needle…* laughs at her pun* Sew…needle…You get? * Crickets in the background* Well, I tried. *Shrug*
5:00 PM Winner Family Manor in L4
Duo grinned and continued to brush his hair. It had been quite a while since the last battle had been waged. The temporary truce between Oz and the Romafellers was certainly a breath of fresh air. Yet, Duo thought, not everyone though of it that way.
Duo placed the brush down on the table in front of him and began to slowly gather his hair into plaits. He then dropped back to his earlier thoughts.
Heero for example, as well as that stiff, Wufei; both were feeling uncomfortable at the thought of a truce in the war. The chestnut-haired pilot pulled the last plaits in place and tied his handiwork.
He looked at himself in the mirror and grinned. There was not one lock that was not in place. He then stood up and kicked the stool he had been sitting on under the table before making his way into the hallway.
Both pilots were taking it particularly hard. Quatre though was extremely glad at the ceasefire and there was even a hope of a complete stop to the war. His uni-banged lover was more or less neutral to the fact. Just as long as his blond lover was happy, he'd be as happy.
Duo sighed and waltzed around the compound having nothing to do. His gaze soon fell to the gardens. It became a habit to him now. Everyday, he'd get up, eat breakfast, try to have fun, get dirty in one way or another, get a bath, wash his hair, braid it, look for something to do again then finding none, go to the gardens for a long long walk until dinner, then sleep. He sighed again. Life was certainly getting monotonous. An idea suddenly struck him out of nowhere.
"Let's have some FUN!" He bellowed out to no one and dashed off.
5:10 PM Winner Gardens
A fist broke through the air at rapid intervals followed by a kick. Wufei scowled. The temporary ceasefire was getting to him. He had seen no real action in days and worse yet; his infernal and sworn enemy Treize Krushrenada was out there playing politics and winning everyone's favor. It was sickening and not to mention, and injustice to all humankind! He was just about to give another punch to the air when a familiar voice sounded just behind him.
" WU~U~U-M~A~AN!!!!!" Wufei felt his heart jump all the way to his throat as he abruptly spun around to confront the source of the voice.
"MAXWELL! What are you doing here?!?" He demanded and glared at the braided boy before him. A nerve was making its presence known at the side of his forehead.
Violet eyes blinked at him before Duo grinned and thumped the Chinese Pilot on the back firmly.
"Why don't we go out of town Fei-fei!" He suggested a grin on his face as an arm surrounded Wufei's neck in a hug.
The Chinese sputtered and squeezed his way out of the grip before smacking the braided Pilot on the back of the head. He dusted his clothes and fixed his immaculately tight pony tail while Duo was looking at him, a smile quirking his face. Wufei fixed his onyx orbs at the violet pair before him and sighed. He didn't have anything to loose…Wait, he might loose his sanity if he'd go out with Maxwell. But then, he thought to himself, it was certainly a welcome to his life from the boring routine he had developed. So he shrugged and turned to the grinning pilot.
"As long as we don't go into anyplace silly!...LOUD! OR CRIMINALLY INFESTED!" He warned and poked a finger on Duo's chest." Do I make myself clear, Maxwell?" He eyed the violet orbs before him.
Duo grinned and jumped into the air with a whoop of joy. He then encircled Wufei's neck again with his arm and proceeded to drag the sputtering Chinese to the garage where they kept their transportation.
5:45 PM Open Road
Thirty minutes later, they were out in the road zooming off into nowhere on a black Harley Davidson at sixty miles an hour. Wufei was clinging to Duo's waist looking both pale and green at the same time while the long haired Pilot was whistling happily.
" SLOW DOWN MAXWELL!" The pilot of Shenlong screamed and clutched at the braided boy's waist tighter. Things were zooming past him at an alarming rate. His stomach was doing flip flops and his mind was reeling. Duo on the other hand was enjoying himself immensely.
The braided plot replied, his eyes still on the road," Aw! But this is so F~U~N!" He singsong-ed and added a few more MPHs to their speed. The Chinese pilot could not help but let out a whimper. The one thing that had been going on his mind for the last thirty minutes had been…I AM GOING TO DIE!!!!
6:30 PM
Duo grinned wider as they pulled up next to a bar that was labeled Bloody Moon. He took off his helmet and glanced behind him to see a cowering Wufei. Poking the Chinese Pilot with a finger Duo announced their arrival.
"We're here Wu." He pointed out as Onyx orbs fluttered open and the death grip on his waist slackened.
He was then entertained by the shear speed as to which the Chinese pilot got off the motorcycle and launch into a lecture about safety driving and injustice. He just shook his head and chained his beloved Harley to a post then turned his gaze to the ranting human before him.
" C'mon Wu! Quit being such a stiff and let's PAAARRRTTTYYY!!!!" He called out and grabbed the astonished man's wrist dragging him into the club. The bouncer, having recognized Duo as the usual customer, let them pass with only a languid glance.
6:35 PM Bloody Moon Club
The drumbeat that filled the nightclub gave Wufei Goosebumps. The beat kept interfering with the usual rhythm of his heart and at heavy bass of the club's music as well as the thick air gave the Chinese Pilot a new meaning to the word suffocated.
He looked at Duo in front of him and sighed. The braided Pilot was now dancing to the aforementioned drumbeat while Wufei was on the bar drinking a can of Soda. Onyx eyes blinked as the seat beside him was taken by a woman but this particular woman had clothes that barely concealed anything on her, not to mention that said clothes were made of black leather.
Wufei couldn't help but blush as his eyes wandered over to other parts of the club. He hadn't noticed before but most of the patrons were either kinkily clad or unclad. Worst yet, the woman in the black leather suit had noticed his presence.
"Hi there handsome…" She seemed to purr and brushed a finger across his arm. Tingles shot up his hand and he quickly recovered it before any further stimulation of the limb could be induced." Touché." The Lady commented with a smile, her lustrous black hair catching on the club's dark lighting.
Wufei growled underneath his breath and faced the woman beside him." Do not touch me WOMAN!" He retorted, annoyed and got up towards the dance floor.
"You're such a stiff!" Called out the woman," Get yourself laid!" She commented with a laugh before going back to her own business.
The Chinese pilot fumed as he charged through the dance floor towards a certain violet-eyed, braided pilot. This certainly wasn't his idea of fun. He was now nurturing a headache and his body certainly needed the space from all this irksome jostling and grinding on the floor. He would have to teach that errant pilot what good clean fun meant. The type of good clean fun one can have from savoring a good book or from meditating.
He couldn't understand what was so intriguing about this so called 'clubbing'. To him, it was just an activity to get promiscuous lovers for one night stands. Certainly, he was not the type…
6:50 PM Bloody Moon Dance Floor
Duo gyrated his hips and swung his head to the tune of the heavy bass music that was booming overhead. This mindless dancing was calming him and wiping away his cares and concern. Well, it was definitely healthier than drinking or smoking one's life away. It also provided good exercise, but these thoughts only reminded him of a certain black haired pilot he'd dragged with him here to have fun.
Sighing, he turned his head to look for his companion only to find the seat Wufei had been sitting on occupied by a woman who was now having a make out session with another woman. Duo sighed yet again but just as he was about to go and look for the lost pilot, a figure bumped him from behind.
"Sorry!" came the hurried reply as the figure sought to charge past him. Duo blinked and laughed which made the figure's head look up in indignation." MAXWELL?" Wufei cried out and grabbed the now startled boy's arm and dragged him off the dance floor.
"Oi!" cried Duo as he regained his now bruised limb from the death grip of Shenlong's pilot. " What got up your ass lately?"
Wufei glared at him," Let's get out of here Maxwell…" He replied, seemingly annoyed at everything.
"I was just having fun, Wu-bear." Duo whined as he used Wufei's pet name which made the Chinese pilot bristle.
"DO.NOT.CALL.ME.WU…BEAR!!!" He exclaimed vehemently and faced the violet-eyed pilot with a stern glare.
"Don't get your tighty-whities in such a knot Wu!" Protested Duo and clapped a friendly hand on his comrade's shoulders.
"I have a bad headache Maxwell and all your aggravation is certainly not helping the situation…" He grit out but Duo just gave him a small smile and began to lead them out of the club.
"So, what do you want to do, Wu?" Duo asked as they walked out of the club and into the road outside. Wufei paused and seemed to consider then turned his head to gaze at the smiling face.
"Why don't we just take a walk, Maxwell? I need to breathe clean night air to get rid of this Gods-be-damned- headache." Duo shrugged.
"Why not?" He replied and off they walked into the night.
7:00 PM 1097 St. L4
Wufei massaged his head with his hands. They had been walking now for five minutes and the ache at his temples were finally giving way. He sighed.
"So, Wu. What made you such a grump back there anyways?" His companion asked. Wufei looked beside him and his gaze was met by a pair of sparkling amethyst orbs. Duo had such wonderful eyes. He thought to himself but as he realized where his thoughts had gone, he mentally smacked himself. "Hey, Wu!" Duo called out, hoping to get a little of the divided attention of the pilot.
"Yes Maxwell…I heard you the first time…" Wufei grumped and folded his arms in front of him.
"So…" Replied the pilot beside him, "Ya still didn't answer the question!" Wufei sighed.
"That is not my type of R&R Maxwell…" He drawled out, enjoying the walk even with the annoying baka by his side.
"So what's your type of R&R then?" Duo asked and skipped a little ahead of the brooding black haired pilot.
Wufei smiled to himself. It had been quite a while since he took a walk out in the night. It certainly was easing away all the stress and tension in his body. Even Maxwell's small talk only gave him pleasure at the moment.
"Duo…" He began," Do you ever read?" He asked; curiosity piqued. The Pilot of Deathscythe stopped and turned a wondering glance at Wufei.
"Hai!" He replied with a grin and jogged back to Wufei." Why?" He asked, now walking directly beside the Chinese Pilot.
"What kind of books?" Wufei ventured, his mind a little shocked that someone like Duo would read. The Pilot however had placed a hand on his chin and was rubbing it in thought.
"Err…I usually read Sci-fi or fantasy books." He replied," They're more interesting…" Turning a gaze on Shenlong's pilot, Duo threw back Wufei's question." Bout you, Wu?"
But as Wufei was about to answer, the street light above them suddenly went out.
"What the-?" Wufei remarked, taken by surprise.
"Must be busted." Duo suggested then poked the Chinese pilot on the back." Maybe we'd better head back Wu." The Chinese nodded his head.
"Yes, we should…" He trailed off, but just as they were about to head back, the rest of the lights on the streets were turned off.
"Looks like a localized power outage." Commented Duo as they started to head back to where the braided boy had parked his motorcycle.
Wufei didn't comment for he was buried in his thoughts. This little outing had him thinking about his whole perspective on life. He was certainly beginning to open up to Maxwell, but he couldn't let this friendship get to him. One was not supposed to make friends in a war. T'would be useless because comrades were dispensable and a liability out in the battlefield. But he was not allowed more time with his thoughts as the object of said thoughts let out a gasp.
"What is it Maxwell?" Wufei asked but only too soon, had the words stolen from his mouth as the sight before him shocked him through the core.
"We ain't in Kansas 'nymore Toto…" Duo breathed out as before him, what was once the Bloody Moon Nightclub was now a huge multi-leveled Castle on a hill, complete with two moats and two draw bridges. The parapets were elegant and the battlements were bathed by the soft glow of torchlight.
Author's Notes:
Duo:* looks pointedly at FI * exactly where are you heading with this?"
FI: * Shrug * No clue…"
Wufei: * nerve * How can you write a story if you don't even know where it's going!
FI: * blink blink * actually it was going somewhere…then it wasn't, then it went somewhere and then it wasn't * Shrug * something like that, kinda…in a way, sort of, you get the drift…
Wufei: * nerves falling off due to extreme aggravation* ARGGHHH! Stupid ONNA! * Starts to chase FalconIce around and around with his sword in hand *
FI: WAI!!!!!
Duo: * sweatdrop * Looks at readers who might be reading * FalconIce certainly needs help to know where her fic is going, if you have an idea don't be afraid to comment.
FI: * Stops suddenly making Wufei trip and land flat on his face * Anou…I also need a beta-reader for this fic. Anybody want to volunteer Desu?
Wufei: * sputters in indignation * Stupid ONNA! You will pay!!!!
FI: O.O! EEP! * Runs away with Wufei close behind *
