Ooooo…two at a time! Much better chapter right here! ^_^

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Wounded Angel

Duo was a young man whose father had given him the bus. It seemed that his father used to be in a band and when they broke up he got to keep the tour bus. Naturally when Duo expressed interest in driving around the country for a year or so, his father had lent it to him. "So," the longhaired driver started. "Where are you guys headed?"

"Anywhere," Trowa said looking out the window.

"Just drifters?" Duo asked as they stopped into a gas station.

"Yeah," Trowa sighed.

"We thank you for the ride, Mr. Maxwell," Quatre said from the table in the middle of the bus.

"Yeah, no problem," Duo replied as he hopped out of the chair. "Grab yourselves something to eat." He then bounced out of the bus, his braid swaying and went to fill the tank.

"Mmmm, food," Quatre said as he got up to explore the cupboards. His stomach growled. He hadn't had anything to eat for about two days now. Food seemed like the greatest thing in the world to him at the moment.

Trowa sighed gazing out the window.

"Hungry?" Quatre asked as he pulled a box of Cheeze-nips off the shelf.

The brunet shook his head slowly.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked before shoving a handful of the orange squares in his mouth.

Trowa did not have time to answer for Duo came bursting into the bus.

"Time to fly," he said as he turned the ignition and hastily drove from the gas station.

At the jerk of the bus execrating Quatre fell over. Rubbing his now sore behind he got himself safely to a seat. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oz soldiers are behind us," Trowa answered. "I have been watching them for a while now."

"Yeah," said Duo a little shaky. "And they kind of want me dead."

Both Trowa and Quatre snapped their attention to the longhaired boy up front.

"What did you do?" Trowa asked shocked.

"I'm kind of a part of their enemy forces. It's complicated," Duo confessed. "Don't worry."

"Hey!" said Quatre looking out the window. "Is that a Taurus?"

Duo looked out and saw it too. "Why, yes. That would be a friend to the rescue!" he shouted nearly leaping from his seat with joy. "You blow 'em to bit, Hilde!"

"Is that the pilot's name?" the blonde asked as the bus hit a pot hole and lurched spilling his Cheeze-nips everywhere. "Oops."

"Yes it is," Duo replied as he chuckled at Quatre's little accident. "A good friend too."

"So," Trowa said. "Then since you are really a member of the air force, army or whatever, that bit about your father lending you this bus wasn't true, was it?"

"Not completely."

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Who-ho! Another chapter done! Now, what to do?