Title/Author/Summary/Disclaimer: These can be found in chapter one. Except let me add that I DO NOT OWN Yugi Moto OR the anime Yu-Gi-Oh!. (Nor do I really wish that I did…)
Other note: * * * if you didn't already guess, means meanwhile, * * * * mean later. Alrighty then, here is chapter five…
Chapter Five: Breakfast At Midori's
Wufei awoke on a frigid stone floor in a pitch-black room with every part of his body aching and he felt as though he were going to hurl. The nauseous feeling in his stomach and splitting headache reminded him of the time he and Heero decided to try out these fake id's Duo got them in the Gas Lamp Quarter [1] on a Saturday night. To make a long story short, it ended with him getting slobbering rat-faced drunk, and Heero barely any better. Then Quatre having to drive over to the police station and bail them out... It turned out that drinking wasn't as pleasurable as they thought, and nor was the hangover the next morning… Though, he was just trying to get Heero to feel better after that ****** Relena's arranged marriage to that prime minister of that stupid little unknown rich country. 'Women, God's most dangerous poison in the world. Why can't people see that they were only put here to cause pain? Look at Eve, from the Catholic's story of creation, for the perfect example…' Just the thought of it made him scream out, "INJUSTICE!"
'God takes Adam's rib to create her and how does she repay him? In return she gets scammed into eating the forbidden fruit and tricks Adam into doing the same. Causing them to have to leave the Garden of Eden. That's an injustice if I've ever heard of it. If it wasn't for women, we might still be feasting and playing with lions…' Wufei thought to himself, and then grinned as he remembered, 'Wait Barton still does…'
Wufei sat in the cold dark cell for many hours, all of which he spent contemplating his hate for women and yelling out what he thought was unjust (which was particularly him being held captive). Since if it wasn't for women, he could still be flying around his Gundam. 'Damn that Relena…' However, his thoughts were interrupted as the door of his cell was opened and a cloaked figure entered…
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Quatre was the first to wake the next morning. He was disgusted with himself as he read nine thirty on the clock hanging over the granite mantelpiece, they should have been up gathering their equipment two hours ago… Though he quickly recovered after he called the head manufacture of the place they would be purchasing their weapons and remainder of their resources from and learned that it wouldn't be open until noon anyway. In the meantime he came to the conclusion that it would be nice of him to make breakfast for the others who were sleeping, so he headed to the Ren's kitchen and began finding the necessary ingredient to make pancakes. Quatre was never much of a chef since he grew up surrounded by servants, but he felt it was only fair that he should pay back the Rens for their hospitality, and what better way than making pancakes?
The sound of Quatre rummaging through Midori's cabinets woke Trowa; he thought Nari's prized pet dog had gotten into the house again. [2] So you can imagine his surprise when he entered the kitchen and found his best friend digging through the refrigerator, "Quatre, what are you doing?"
Quatre turned around, to face his banged friend, and said bright-eyed, "Good morning Trowa! How are you?
"…"
"Well, that's always good to hear," Quatre declared absentmindedly as he continued digging through the fridge, "I'm making pancakes, would you care to help?"
Trowa blinked at him for a moment before saying, "Do you even know how to make pancakes?"
"Well, no…but how difficult could it be?" Quatre smiled and handed Trowa a bowl and an egg carton, "Here, you can make the scrambled eggs." Trowa raised an eyebrow, but took the eggs without a comment, and helped his friend find the Bisquick. They soon had all the ingredients ready for pancakes and as Quatre began to mix he turned to his banged friend, "So you were here when we were trying to contact you, correct?" Trowa nodded and he continued, "No wonder we were unable to get a response… Well, you are leaving with us, aren't you? We could really use your help recovering Wufei."
"I don't really have another choice, do I? If Wufei needs me, I will go." Trowa replied in his usual monotone voice, but Quatre knew he was withholding information. He was planning to ask him about it as he poured the batter on to the sizzling pan, but stopped when he heard footsteps down the stairs.
"WOW!" Nari exclaimed loudly (so loudly in fact that even that even Trowa jumped), as she stepped into the kitchen. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she surveyed the scene before her, "I didn't know you could cook Tro! Whoa…"
"Shut up Nari! The others are still sleeping, you baka!" Natsuki scolded her overly eager friend in a hushed tone, and then added indignantly, "Why shouldn't he be able to cook? He travels with the circus all the time… Catherine can't always cook for him…" Trowa blushed slightly, and she appeared to notice Quatre, "Oh, hello, eh… Quatre? I see you are cooking inclined also. Good for you… However, you might want to check your pancakes, because they appear to be burning …"
Quatre's face reddened as he turned to the stove and saw that his pancakes were very much indeed blackened to a crisp.
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Gin abruptly sat up in her sleeping bag; gun in hand, after hearing Nari's outburst. Her six-year training as a hired gun came rushing back into her brain as she swiftly grabbed her blue robe. She silently stepped out into the hallway, and walked along the wall. She kept her eyes open and her ears alert as she noiselessly paced down the stair and headed into the den. Gin took a deep breath as she crept through he room occupied by sleeping teen-aged assassins. She was positive Nari was in the kitchen, because the noise didn't seem to be coming from directly below her.
She stopped in the dining room, which was a few feet past the den, because she heard Nari's voice once again. Though instead of sounding injured, scared, or any other terrible feeling, that idiot was laughing her head off. Gin mentally cursed her overly animated friend, as she shoved her gun into her pocket and quietly stalked back into the den. However, she should have been paying more attention to where she was going instead of to her fury, because halfway through, she tripped over what seem to be a discarded sleeping bag.
Gin quickly stood back up, and angry at her own clumsiness, kicked the bag as hard as she could. Her eyes widened as her foot hit something solid inside it, and heard a grunt. Before she could react a hand immerged from the bag, and grabbed her ankle pulling her back towards the ground. She opened her eyes a second later and found herself staring up the barrel of a gun very much like her own. If she hadn't been in this sort of situation so many times before, she might have cringed as she heard her victim, (now assailant) caulk the gun pointed at her nose. Instead she did what many would find daring, and kicked him once again as hard as she could, and tried to sprint back to Midori's room as fast as possible. Her captor must have planned on it, as he grabbed her ankle once more, and pulled her back to the hard wood floor. Though, on the way back down she was able to pull out her gun and, she was no longer the only person in the Ren household with a pistol pointed at their face.
They stayed that way for a minute before either of them moved, but those sixty second were enough for her to plot out her next step. Although, before she could put her plan into action her opponent addressed her in a muffled voice, "You know, for an assassin, you're pretty damn predictable…" It gave her the perfect opportunity to fake sprint again, and just as she hoped he pulled her back down. However instead of falling to the ground, she managed to land on him instead and the two began wrestling.
"Yeah, well, I do try." She grunted as she tried to punch him in the face, but he blocked her. He was a lot stronger than she had assumed.
Their match went on for quite a while, she continued trying to hit/kick him, and he continued blocking her every move. Though it finally ended with him pinning her to the ground.
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Quatre had so far burnt three batches of pancakes, six oven mitts, and a wooden spoon. When he somehow managed to catch the kitchen towel on fire as he was using it to sop up the eggs he dropped, Trowa and Natsuki made him reside; Nari on the other hand, was too busy laughing. Quatre resolved that they would have to just have Trowa's scrambled eggs (which came out perfectly) for breakfast, and that he would have to go shopping for kitchen utensils before noon… He then sat down sadly at the kitchen table drinking the one thing he could make, tea, and wrote a list with Nari of all the stores he would have to visit.
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Duo reluctantly awoke to the smell of burning pancakes, though before he even got out of his sleeping bag he noticed that on the other side of the dark room that there were two people rolling around. He stood up, Duo wasn't sure if he really wanted to see what they were doing, but decided to head over and make them cut it out anyway. Though, he was very surprised by what he saw. Heero Yuy (yes, the 'Perfect Soldier'), had a girl pinned to the floor… Duo cringed for a second and pushed the mental images out of his head, as he began to tease his stern friend, "Well, I see Trowa wasn't the only person who's been busy lately… God Heero, I didn't think you had it in you."
Duo grinned, and Heero turned to him as he said emotionlessly, "Get your mind out of the gutter Maxwell. She attacked me and I am just trying to hold her down."
"Heero?!" Gin gasped, as she stared wide-eyed at the boy on top of her.
He glared at her as he said incredulously, "Yes, who did you think I was?"
Though, his eyes widened slightly as she said, "A discarded sleeping bag, until you grabbed my ankle." and Duo cracked up laughing.
"A discarded sleeping bag? Ha, ha, ha!!" Duo said clutching his side, "That was precious Sachi… Ha, ha! God, even I couldn't have come up with something like that!"
"What do you mean, you thought I was a sleeping bag?" Heero asked blandly.
"Well, I was going to the kitchen because I thought Nari was in trouble. When I found out that she wasn't, I was angry and didn't watching where I was going. I tripped over what I thought was an empty sleeping bag; then in my continuous fury I kicked it. Though, I didn't know you were in it until you grabbed my foot." She paused, and then added thoughtfully, "Do you really think I would do something like this to you on purpose after the way I embarrassed myself last night?"
Heero overlooked her last comment when he replied, "You really need to work on your fighting skills." Duo decided that he would leave the two of them to fight as he went to go wake up his dearest Kumiko, and find out about these pancakes burning in the kitchen…
"Yeah, well, I usually don't wrestle people who have super strength. And I did manage to hit you quite a few times…" she said defensively with her eyes narrowed.
Heero grunted and they glared at each other for a moment, before she added, "You do realize that you're still on top of me. I think we'd both be a tad more comfortable if you get off. Unless, of course, you're afraid that I'm going to kick you again?"
Heero blinked and began to slowly get up from his wrestling position, though when he was a halfway off she kicked him again in the stomach and mumbled as she rolled over, "Who needs to work on their fighting skills now?" as he tried to reclaim him breath. She then stood up and stalked off towards the kitchen. Halfway there she stopped when she clearly heard him mumble,
"Omae o Korosu…"
She then turned to him and asked, "Why? What reasons have you?"
"No one humiliates me and get away with it."
"Who did I humiliate you I front of? No one correct?" He continued to glare at her, as she said, "That's what I thought… I'm really not that cruel if you think about it. I didn't even defend myself in front of Duo. If anything, I should be vowing to kill you. Instead I caused you a slight bit of pain that I know for a fact, doesn't even hurt you anymore. So get off your high horse…"
"How do you know that?"
"Whaa?" she peered at him.
"How do you know that it doesn't even hurt me anymore?" he asked impassively, than added after noticing her confusion, "Because unless you are me; you wouldn't know…"
She stared at him blankly and began to wonder where this conversation was going, "I suppose…"
"Also, how do you know that I have super strength or that I fought Wufei?"
"Umm… Research?" she said intelligently while picking up her gun that had been forgotten on the floor a foot away. She definitely didn't want to forget that… Especially since she never really got around to explaining to her friends that she was an assassin… She never even told them that she been to space before, let alone killed someone. She caulked it thoughtfully…
Heero glanced at the small weapon in her hand, but his stern expression did not waver, "What type of research?"
Her blank look suddenly turned to anger, as she growled sardonically, "The type where you look stuff up!"
"Why were you researching my past?" His voice was firm.
"For fun… You seemed like an interesting person, so I just had to find out about your history. So we could, like, talk and stuff." She said sarcastically, then added in a facetious tone, "Has any one every told you that you would be a great interrogator?"
"I think I have a right to know why you were looking through my personal files." He glared.
She sighed and her features eased up as she said quietly, "I was concerned about you…"
"Why?" his voice continued to stay monotone.
"Because…" Though before Gin could explain herself, she was dive tackled from behind by a certain loudmouthed onna, who had gotten bored watching Quatre, Trowa, and Natsuki clean the kitchen. Gin wasn't expecting it, and accidentally pulled the trigger of her pistol. Causing her to shoot a hole through the ceiling, and Nari to spring backwards faster than a jackrabbit. They also heard a loud scream from the room above.
"GIN SACHI! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING WITH A GUN?" Nari exclaimed in her fright, and from the thump in the kitchen, Gin assumed Quatre had fainted.
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Midori was in a state of shock, was that a gun being shot? It couldn't have been, her parents didn't allow weapons in their house, especially since Queen Relena banned them. Then why was there a small hole in her pillow? And why was there another small hole in her ceiling? Though the one consistent though buzzing through her head was: I'm so dead when mom and dad get home…
A/N: Thank You's need to be said to my betas Fyre-Faerie-Gyrl and Mist of Avalon. Thank you guys so much… And I mustn't forget my other reviewers. You guys are great…
[1] This is an inside joke I have with my sister Fyre-Faerie-Gyrl… Lemme explain: The Gas Lamp Quarter is in downtown San Diego… (If you don't know where that is I'll tell you, it's in Southern Ca.) Okay, back to the Gas Lamp Quarter… It's the place where all the good clubs and bars are. And well, let's just say that they're kinda easy to get into… ^__^
[2] Nari's dog is supposedly an evil canine that likes to push people down stairs…