Chapter 8

No way! Rather 10 bottles of tequila than going to his funeral!

WARNING! This is a sad chapter. So if you really want to read it, go ahead. But take your tissues by the hand. You'll never know.

Trowa looked up to Heero. He wasn't smiling. That was odd. He really hated Derrec. But maybe Heero does have feelings. Quatre didn't say anything and stood up. He went to his room. Everybody knew Quatre was somebody that cared about all the others, even they where enemies. Yep, that was him already.

"So." Duo tried to fill up the silence. "Are we going to his funeral?" Wufei looked at Duo. Duo swore he could see a tear.

"I'm going to my room. If anybody needs me, just knock on the door." That was all. Heero left to, without saying a word. Only Trowa, Duo and Diana where in the room. Trowa was just standing up to do whatever he was doing. Suddenly the telephone rang. Trowa answered it.

"Hello, this is Trowa Barton here. .. "

Sorry, I have to go now. SORRY!