Author's Note: By the way, I would just like to make clear, even though I'm sort-of portraying Duo as a *ahem* bastard, I really do like him. Remember - I'm writing this from Relena's POV, and she doesn't exactly like him, since... err.... he kinda... helped Heero cheat on her... But never mind. ^_^

Warnings: Sort-of drunk Relena. ^_^ Errm, I was in a really weird mood, when writing this, so it's... kinda silly, but it serves it's purpose. ^_^

Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and all related characters do not belong to me.
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No Title Yet - Chapter Six

The karaoke bar. The pure evil and sinisterness of this ... this... thing ... is indescribable. I still shudder at the mere thought.

The evening went on, as time slowly crept past towards midnight. Milliardo and Noin went home early, for they had work the next day, but everyone else stayed to enjoy the party. During the entire meal, I couldn't help but shoot nervous glances at Duo and Heero every now and then... all right, every two seconds. They were completely oblivious to everything around them, small touches here and there. Of course they were trying to be careful with their actions, so they wouldn't hurt my feelings. Like they haven't already done that. Laughing and smiling and giving each other that look full of love... it made me want to vomit. Instead, I decided for my trusty sidekick, alcohol. As I started downing glass after glass of wine, a small voice at the back of my mind reminded me that 'The Vice Foreign Minister should not drink alcohol'. And just to spite that damned voice, I drunk even more.

As expected, I got completely drunk.

"You know," I slurred, prodding WuFei's indignant face with my index finger, "I never really liked your face."

"Crazy, drunk onna," Wu muttered, and moved away from me, quickly. In the background, Duo was singing some ancient 20th century love song called "My heart will go on" or some crap like that. I rolled my eyes, stood up and staggered towards the stage, where the braided baka was yelling his lungs out, eyes fixed on Heero. My ex-husband just smiled at his koi.

Just as Duo was singing, "We'll stay forever this--" I ripped the microphone out of his hands, and kicked him off the stage. "Itaiii!" he yelled, while flying off. Looking around at my audience, I suddenly noticed that a lot of worried eyes were focused on me, the room completely silent except for Duo's ranting.

"Ahem," I started. Taking a deep breath, I did the only thing I could think off, since I didn't know any songs - make one up. (^_^) "Pink little flowers go hush, hush hush (^_^), blue little trees go … bla bla bla… (1)" Slight embarrassment flushing onto Heero's cheeks, he quickly helped Duo up, and left the room with him.

Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and found Quatre nervously smiling at me, "Errm, the countdown's about to start."

"Oh," I said.

"Also, I don't think you should keep that," he gestured towards the microphone clutched in my hands.

"Okay," I replied, and handed it to him.

After watching me leave the stage and make my way back to my original seat, Quatre announced the countdown was about to start.

"Ready?" he asked his audience, and turned his attention to a huge clock hanging above the stage. "Ten... Nine... Eight..." While everyone was counting, a sudden thought sprung to mind. Who was I supposed to kiss, this year? It was tradition, right? "Seven... Six..." Heero, Duo, Quatre - obviously not. WuFei - I glanced in his direction, and found a tipsy Dorothy clinging to his arm - no. "Five... Four... Three..." Oh, yeah. Circus guy! He was sitting right next to me, so that was convenient. "Two... One..." Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I pulled the surprised man towards me, and pressed my lips onto his.(2) "Happy New Year!"

Cheers filled the room, as well as congratulations and the clinging of wine glasses, but all that was drowned out by the kiss. A strange and exciting feeling bubbled up in me, and I realized I was running out of air.

Withdrawing from the very astonished and unsure Trowa, I grinned up at his visible eye. "Pay-back," I slurred, and before he was able to respond, I promptly passed out on his lap.

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(1) Really, really sorry!
(2) Hands up who saw this coming a mile away?