Gundam Shakespearian Style 5
~ Decisions & Mysteries ~
By: Anime Redneck
3-27-03 ~ 4-16-03

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Chapter Five: ~ Decisions & Mysteries ~
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Gray skies above were crowding gray and silver, barely a speck of blue could be seen, the sun totally hidden away behind the dreary veil. Dawn's early light had started out like it would be a nice day. The soft lights had played across the academy's lawn and buildings giving it all a placid glow. Then as dawn turned to morning and morning to mid noon the clouds seemed to switch from an airy silvery-white fluff to the menacing gray-black groups they now hovered in.

A storm was brewing. A mother of all storms.

Celestial Star Academy being on the Sanq Kingdom's outer edge had its advantages, and it's disadvantages. The Sanq Kingdom itself was located in old Ireland, stationed near center of the land, one of its outer edges rubbing up against the border of Neo United Kingdom. Sanq Kingdom got the best of Irelands warmer weather and in turn for being stationed where seas sided every corner but for one, added with butting up against Neo United Kingdom... they also got the best of the cold weather.

On a rare occasion when one atmosphere met the other, in no place other then where Celestial Star Academy was located storms brewed... storms that weren't to be joked about. Usually they would not last longer then a half-day from their start. You got your normal rains now and then, but for the most part weather was sunny and warm. Today was not to be so. The storm heading their way was one in which did not come often and proved to be staying even longer.

Everyone smart or lucky enough were already found inside, away from the gathered, promising clouds and safely tucked in some class or corner relaxing. It was with great wonder that one lone figure was seen running amok the fields across CSA trying to reach the main building; late to class.

Today's turnin' out to be pretty damn shity! Why the hell did the weather change so suddenly for? You'd figure being here almost three months now and comin' here last year I'd know if the weather changed like this! But did it ever do it last year? Nooooo! Of course not! We've had damn near three months of sunny warm weather and all a sudden this morning it decides to drop twenty degrees and start building for rain. And damned down pour at that!

Well not yet but it will be. I know that much. Not even Hades minions would be out in what's comin' up! So now, question is, why ain't my ass in class yet? Rhetorical question you see... Answer for that is, I over slept. Again. And unlike the other times, Heero decided to be an ass and not wake me up! I have to chuckle at that though. It was like him and ol' Fei were watchin' out for me for a bit there. Hell Fei woke me up the first month of over sleeping and pushin' my rear into the showers then after he tired of it, it was Heero's turn to take over.

Smirking I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't like it. It was nice having someone look after you after livin' on the grimy streets all your life b'fore bein' picked up to pilot one hell of a kickin' machine to save the bloody world and then you go back to bein' slightly normal, only to work as a Preventer to keep the wars like you've been fightin' from happenin' again! Which, y'know ain't all that bad. It's nice bein' a Preventer. Your life's still on the line and there's the thrill, but at least there's a less chance in diein' most the times now.

But y'know... beats bein' back on the streets. So yeah, it's nice to have someone lookin' over ya. Think they do it, but don't know they're doin' it, y'know? That doesn't really make sense now does it? Might not but I think that's what they're doin'. They don't really know it's what they're doin'. They just... do it. Kinda unconscious like, or something. Maybe on autopilot? They did have'ta kick my ass in gear a few times b'fore in the wars... maybe that's it, maybe not, but it's nice!

I chuckle shakin' my head and jumpin' over a fallen tree. I'm roomin' with two gorgeous guys any gal would die for, they don't know they're worth killin' for - which is just plan sad! - and they don't know that they're watchin' out for my back. It's cute. Well, that ain't exactly the word I'd go 'round tellin' 'em! heh No sir're! I'd rather keep my face the lovely light peach it's always been without some drab purple and yellow accompanying it thanks.

So along with the two bodyguards - honestly! You'd think getting' into a few fights would make 'em leave me for my own and keep it up! But nooooo! They've gotta be protectors, never mind I can kick ass on my own and save it! Like two short handsome mother hens that they are! heh Again, wouldn't go callin' 'em that to their face, wouldn't have a pretty outcome.

I think someone in Ghost 101 tried that already and Heero's punch proved Newton's Law of Gravitivity.

'Cause ol' Heero's punch sent the jerk up and he fell a good thirty-foot rolling down the walkway from top of the class to the bottom!

GO HEE-CHAN! Lets never piss the man off!

With him an' Fei I don't have'ta worry 'bout fights now. All the high and mighty jocks leave me 'lone, well most of 'em do and the ones that think about pickin' a fight with me while the guys ain't 'round... well I don't do to tell them about it! I grin, no use cryin' over spilt milk and all that jazz.

But ya know, us five guys have a mother hen all our own! Yuppers, I nod to someone entering the school finally. Quatre's the mother hen of us four and Sean (whose now like one of out own) makin' sure we eat right and don't start things we can't finish, and getting' our homework done... PLEASE! You've gotta roll your eyes at the boy, he means well, but it's like with Hee-chan and Fei, nice thought to keep me from dangers but it can become smothering sometimes (rarely) when ya can take care ya self, y'know? But that's Q-man for ya!

OH! And THEN there's Noin and Zechsy! Those two are Mother Hens R' Us. Do Not, let them see scratches on you. Noin'll go ballistic with worry. We've somehow in the course of having her and Zechs class at different times and meetin' up at the Clover's Rose, have become they're adoptive kids... or sumthin'... Well Noin's the worrywart, Zechsy's sortta the referee. He calls 'er off when it gets smotherin'.

Standing in Mother's Lair looking around I wonder if it's worth going ahead and entering the business class, getting stared at while tryin' to explain to the teach why I was late... Again. Missed almost an hour of it... chances are the guys are just sittin' 'round yackin' (or not) in a chat room somewhere... So... naw! I'll just hang out in the library and doodle or something...

"DUO!"

Ah, well almost made it... people have a detector on me I swear.

I smile returnin' the wave, "Hiya Patrick! What's kickin'?"

"The football team I hope!" he laughs running a hand through his midnight red hair. Always wondered if that was real, or dyed, just can't bring my self to ask 'im 'bout it.

"They got a game comin' up? Whoes it against?"

"St. Marcus Straights" he says, I grin.

"I'm sure they're not all straight!" and laugh as he punches me good-naturedly.

"DUO!"

"What? They can't all be straight! Not possible bro!" Patrick shakes his head but grins anyways.

"The games next Thursday, ya gonna make it?"

Well... he's giving me that look. That 'please say you'll come to cheer us on' look. He's almost as good as Q-man at that, gotta give it to 'im... "Yeah sure, I'll be there. Drag the guys along to!" What the hell might as well, met him last year, he's a good guy but I *really* wanna go to the library to thin-er read now.

"Great! I'll see ya then!" With that he runs off, thankfully and I get to go thin-er read damnit, I'm reading!

Entering the massive three-story room I nod to the kind lady at the desk trying to stifle my yawn. I really should stop stayin' up late. And wouldn't stay up late if I'd do my work first before slippin' out to the nightclub. Well no, slash that... *some* nights I don't do work b'fore headin' out, others I do. Mainly when Q-man or the others snag me b'fore I'm gone. heh Which lately, seems they think it's a lost cause. Fine with me though, really. I can take care of myself and I know the work. They know I know the work. So it's no big deal. I just wish one time someone would go with me besides Sean.

See we started goin' there a month after settlin' into the stupid school classes and figurin' out all that junk. Finally got Sean to stop jokin' around and tell me where the hell the place was. So once he did, we hit the joint all the time. Sometimes together, sometimes just me. Either way, I had a blast doin' it.

So what's the problem?

The problem was that is I've got four other best buds - four other steamy best buds - and not'a one'll go with me! I've spent many a night bugging them to go with me with NO results. None. Nada. Zip. Nothing. But they're doin' sumethin' that's for sure. Hell if I know what, but sumethin's going on!

Whatta I mean?

Oh I'll tell ya what I mean! Da da da, here's a good chair to plop in. Okay open up a book here, can't look like I'm staring off into space now... okies... all set. I shake my head, can't believe I'm talkin' to myself... gauh! Well... not like there's anyone else around I'd like to tell this stuff to and Sean's in class!

Okay, anyways... I know sumthin's goin' on 'cause whenever I ask 'em to go clubin' with me they never agree, they disagree and then disappear! Now tell me class... Is sumthin' wrong with this picture?

Trowa and Qat granted. I know where they go.

There's a small theater type opera house 'bout an hour half drive from here, so I know where they're goin', but will someone *please* tell me what in the name of Hades are the other two *doing*!? I don't know if you've noticed, probably not, but Heero disappears on like Tuesday and Thursday nights... Fei-babe manages to sneak off on Wednesdays and sometimes Thursdays or Fridays. Now... don't forget this is a major fete for them and a disappointment for me.

Why you ask? Well think about. We ROOM TOGETHER! Meaning they'd have to slip past me to get out! And damnit to hell they DO IT! They've *been* skippin' out for the last umm... three weeks now? I nod flippin' a page to look like I'm reading. Yes, three weeks now they've been skippin' dorm and I'm no frillin' closer to where they go then I was when it started! It's not fair man, not fair!

I wonder though... Do they disappear together? Yeah, yeah I know! It's different days so how could they? But I mean think about it, they could like, choose different days just to throw me off and then meet up at, wherever the hell it is later together... It's possible, right? But *what* do they do!? Hell, I don't care if they're together or not (more ways then one maybe) but what do they do when they each go out on nights like that? Gotta be entertainin' whatever it is. That's for sure.

Ah well... I'll figure it out one day. Maybe I can talk Sean into tailing them or something. hehe Wouldn't that be a kicker? But then again... Fiery's no gundam pilot or a tracker, he'd probably loose 'em in twenty minutes *if* that.

Two small, lithe, handsome, owlishly cute guys... are going to be the death of me... Its almost funny how they're a few inches shorter then me. But it's cute! Especially when they're mad at me and have to look up just to glare, or when they smile and try hiding it! Awwww... too precious!

You think I'm nuts now don't you? Havin' the hots for two friends, comrades let alone deadly young men and on top of it all thinking them 'precious'?

Yeah, you're probably right, but Shinigami never backs down from a fight or lies. It's just... well... Adorable. I mean they're emotionally challenged... Well Heero is to the extreme... Fei-babe's got enough emotion, hell he's passionate about some things! He just doesn't let it show. I think through the lack of war their barriers or whatever... masks... are finally starting to come down. Hanging 'round kids about their age (since we're a bit young to be in a college yet we are) has done 'em some good though the normal person would never tell it.

Yea, it's fun watching them all the time and catching the few 'slips' where a small smile'll show here, or a wider then norm smirk there... Man Hee-chan even does this thang that I swear borders on cute and sexy at the same time!

I kid you not its like a half smile half smirk! It's too much on him... definitely breathtaking I think. Others wouldn't care, but feh... I'm not an 'other'. Fei's takin' lessons from him I think 'cause the other day I caught him giving me the same look behind my back! I have no clue one, what it was about... but hey, not like I mind, ya know? They're openin' up and honestly, that's all I care about... Well all right not everything I care about I'd like to either as a-

"Mr. Maxwell class is over now. Time for your next one deary." A sweet southern voice breaks through my ramblings and I once again wonder just how someone with a southern sounding voice wound up here in Sanq. She'd be better off over seas in Neo America or something, down there in Texas or Georgia or sumthin'.

Lookin' up closing the book I pretended to read I get 'er a nod, "Thank you Mary" smile while gathering my stuff and head out to the locker to stash the books and meet the guys in the auditorium.

That theater acting class is scary.

Teacher's a trip, but it's kinda scary. Was fun when it started out, the guys all looked pale for being in there. Kinda figured it was 'cause they didn't have knowing in emotions and that'd be the last place they'd be seen in, y'know? But guess I was wrong heh... it's just... weird... we're s'pposed to have this deal end of the year and well, there's some strange contest to see who's gonna arrange it.

That, I think, is the scary part.

That some *kid* is going to arrange this thing. A college kid yeah, but still... It's gonna take a while to come up with it, then another few months to get the thing straightened out... it's just...

Ah hell... there's the locker and Heero's waitin' for me... lovely... heh Well... here goes.

"Yo Heero!"

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"Yo Heero!"

Turning from his locker ever-present frown in place at the yell it seemed to lighten just a smidget at seeing the bouncing youth. Looked like he finally got out of bed. "Duo" Heero nodded once in greeting before going back to shifting his things around in the metal container.

"How was business class bro? Relena blow up another computer yet?"

The frown ever so slowly started to turn upwards, the sure making of a smirk but the young man pulled his muscles back at the last minute, halting it at the other's present humor; he was supposed to be annoyed with the boy. "No" he finally answered shutting his locker while the taller opened one to stick his things in, "She was forced to sit by the wall..." at last he let the smirk form, "The Sensei wouldn't even let her sit by the fried computer."

Pausing in his shuffling of items Duo looked up, a startled look in his eyes before grinning, "You've gotta be kiddin' me! Not even sittin' by it? Dude, that's harsh." He smirked shutting his locker and turning away with the Japanese, "Funny as hell but harsh!" Heero simply nodded as they made way do the halls.

They neared the auditorium some minutes later, Heero following his braided friend as the doors opened and closed behind him. Together they searched out and found their four friends (minus one pink loving crazy girl thankfully) and sat down just as myriad of teasing about him finally rising from Vampire mood reached the braided ones ears.

If, the two walking young men had been paying attention, Heero at the most... Then either would have noticed neither one touched the wide double doors that opened and minute later, closed for them. In fact, if their sense were as attuned as they were in battle, and not trained on finding their friends, they would have noticed that absolutely no one was present in the back of the class from where they entered. As it was, they didn't.

"Duo! Ye got up! Wow... Ah was beginnin' ta think tha bed had ye trapped lad!" Sean grinned cheekily at his friend's sarcastic humored look he shot back with a smile.

"Har, har Sean, love ya to bub!" shaking his head sitting between his Chinese roommate and Irish friend he left Heero to sit on the other side of the Asian and contended to listening to the comments at his cost.

"Lost in the throes of sleep were you Duo?" this came from the innocent looking blonde boy, "Sure you weren't missing someone?" That comment 'caused two pairs of cheeks to redden for different reasons.

'Your not that innocent Q-man... not at all' passed through the braided mind as he shook his head, his near quoted comment to the blonde months back being thrown at him. "No Q, not missin' anyone... yet... But as soon as I do, I'll let ya know, how's that?" he winked.

The poor Arabian blushed groaning, "Lets not alright? I'd rather not know what else your mind could cook up with someone specifically in mind rather then at random."

"Oooohhhh!" Sean's low draw spread through them causing attention to be turned on him, "Those beh soundin' like fightin' words ta meh!" he went on smirking happily.

It was always entertaining to watch his friends go back and forth at it. While his pairing of Japanese, Chinese and American was currently his favored arguments to watch, he also loved watching the Arabian and American go at it. It only furthered the humor on that pairing since some of the things leaving that pale-lipped boy were things one would never expect. At times, the shocking comments that usually came from the American's mouth were met in kind from the Arabian's. Definitely a favored show to watch.

"Well Q ol' pal..." leaning forward to see around his friends to the blonde Duo smiled charmingly, "If you really wanted some tips all you had to do was ask I'm sure ol' T-mmaph" A hand slapped over his mouth effectively cutting off his more-then-likely-going-to-be-suggestive statement causing him to glare down at the hand. Following the tanned arm back to its owner's body and up to their face staring into endless darkness. That's the second time he's done that! If he really wanted me to... well never mind.

Slowly the lips beneath the others hand curved into a mischievous grin. It was hard to tell just what passed through violet eyes as the owners lips parted a bit causing the other's hand to snap back on reflex. Wufei stared at the American while whipping his suddenly wet hand on the chairs cushion side, "Crass Duo!" chiding the other he frowned though found himself wanting to chuckle at the happening. It was definitely... Duo.

The American pilot grinned back winking, "Well... next time think before slappin' a hand over my mouth!"

"Ye bit 'im didn't ye?" Shinigami grinned. "Ah donno wha' we're gonna do with ye son... Ye canna go bite'n people like tha... Wah if ye beh havin' rabies now? Ah mean realla Duo... it's not polite laddy!"

Throwing his friend a bemused look Duo leaned over, "Sean?"

"Aye?" blazing emeralds answered back.

"Bite me."

Shaking his in a sad manor the red head let out a defeated sigh, "Ah canna do tha lad... Sorra ta say tha' honor - if'n ye canna call it that - falls to someone else ah think... pretty sure on it, that ah am."

"HA!" this caused heads to turn, "I think no one would doubt that fact."

"Trowa?" What was his quiet banged friend talking about? Did Duo have a boyfriend or girlfriend he didn't know about yet? Quatre watched as the European's eyes sparked with mirth, and then turned to the violet-eyed youth. He knew the American was bi; everyone did... yet from what he could tell, he swung towards his own gender more. Not that it bothered him mind you, he himself had a mate in mind, but which was it that caused Duo to blush so?

However before the sweet blonde could open his mouth to question the sensei's calm voice broke the chattering air. "Class! Alright settle down or we're not starting!" An uproar of voiced hailed the call. "Yeah, funny, real funny... Stop acting like four year olds being forced to eat a mud pie and find your seats!"

Minako grinned at the sorry excuse of college students she came to know and like over the past few months. They were a rowdy bunch, full of energy and ready to try anything. Well, all right, almost anything. She sighed, sky blue eyes taking in everything around her, watching as the various people standing sat. They were a little... iffy... about her idea for the end of the year work. Not that she could rightly blame them... she held a certain trepidation about it herself.

Could you imagine it? The year-end play being ran by students? Ran, acted and produced... by the very students sitting before her.

Yes. There was a certain need to worry when one thought over this issue. Could you trust one of these 'hooligans', as other teachers loved to call them, to think up a play worthy of peoples time to come watch it? Then expect them to pull it off just as nicely?

Fret indeed! The danged school board thought the blonde haired teacher was crazy to suggest such a thing!

Of all the teachers in the past, she was the only one with enough gall to request such a privilege be taken. Hitherto... the school was known for turning out the brightest of students... so what could it hurt to try? If it didn't work, then next year, the same idea would not be accepted. True, they agreed, that there would be different students, new minds... but that wasn't going to change their minds on the matter.

So now, Minako Aino, acting teacher supreme, was going to attempt the impossible. Truly a fete of fact she was withdrawing her hands in the play completely. Only assisting if the producer really needed it. It was up to her hundred and eight kids to pull this off on their own, with minimal help.

As it stood now, she waited to spring the contest results on her brighter then average students. In all honestly she wasn't quite sure that any of them could outline a play worth considering putting on. True, while acting tiny parts of past play out they were wonderful, only few had complications with getting on stage and correctly reciting the lines. Some fidgeted, but she couldn't hold that against the poor students, not everyone liked being the in spot light... Then again, there were those that soaked up the light as if were a precious need to keep on living. People like that were usually the class clown at one point or another craving the attention and actually liked acting. The others tended to have a passion for it.

And dare she say it; she had a few groups of them each!

"Are you ready yet? Can I continue on and let you all know who won, runner up and all that jazz? Or..." she drawled out arching a brow, "Would you rather me just throw your hard worked on papers away and pick one of you at random?"

That shut everyone up.

Ms. Minako Aino was one lady you did *not* want to tango with. At least not when she was joking but being every bit serious about it. She was a lively lady; they loved being in her class. Her attitude, outlook on life, made the class enjoyable even for those that wished they weren't in it to begin with... slowly, they had come to think of the class as a sort of 'free time' with merit. You learned something and goofed off. What better class was there?

"Good. That's what I was hoping your answer would be." Shuffling the papers in her milky hands, eyes scanning the crowd once more she looked up, "Okay. I understand that most of you didn't enter for whatever reason... Be it you thought you couldn't write a play outline... or that you could, but wouldn't be able to come up with the actual play... or just plain didn't want to enter. Whichever reason, that's fine. At least you were honest with yourselves and saved me the time of going over those few pages." Smiling the class laughed and groaned.

"Seriously now... I need Mike, Candice, Walter, Drake, Quatre, Ralph, Shawn, July, Lara, Nickie, Pat, Patricia, Michael, Joann, Smitty and la la laa... Larie to step on up here and we'll throw 'em out!" at the uproar of cheers the lovely blonde sweat dropped, "Not like that idiots!" chuckling she motioned for the called students to circle around her while letting the others still sitting talk amongst their selves for a few minutes. After speaking to the collected bunch she smiled and lined them up.

"Alright shut up already!"

Shutting up as requested, smirks to smiles lighting their faces at her humor, they waited.

"Now" making sure she had everyone attention, "You all know that one, and *only* one person will be writing out this play." Everyone nodded, grunted, "You also know that the runner up of the play will be working with the Wood Shop and Art students to make the set and backgrounds?" Nods again. "Great! In that case I would like to congratulate all these darling people for trying out." turning to the group once more she smiled winking, "You all did a splendid job on the outlines. They're truly worthy to be played... I'm only sorry that one could be picked among them all."

Taking a breath she moved to the middle, "I would like you all to please give a round of applause to these courageous young ones for entering!" A hearty round of clapping ensued, "Now, the runner up of this contest of play wits goes to Shitty-erm damn, I mean Smitty!!" blushing Minako smiled apagogically to the strawberry blonde who, to her surprise, was laughing with the rest of them.

Grateful not having offended the boy she moved to the far left clasping her hand on a small broad shoulder, "And, our winner of the challenge, is the cutest, richest SOB here!" not waiting for the snickers and hoot callers to quite down she moved back pushing the small guy forward, "Quatre Winner!!"

This announcement was rewarded with near the whole class cheering a loud as they could for one of their youngest friends. Among them all, and not surprisingly so, six distinct voices could be heard cheering for their comrade and friend, the loudest even over those six (to Quatre's embarrassment) was Shinigami himself! A wide grin plastered to the mischievously angelic face.

"Okay! Listen up and quite down! You can't listen if your soundin' like a pack of hyenas!" Some students Minako noticed seemed to take offense to that jest, while others sat down quietly, smiles on their faces. Sighing happily as she sent the other contest participants to their seats, she really loved this job!

"What I would like the rest of you to do for the time remaining is just talk... *Quietly*... while I speak with the winner and runner up of the play's challenge. We've got some wrinkles to iron out before the next class." As the students started to reform into groups Minako knocked on her podium to get their attention once more; setting down the pirate's wooden leg she said, "Be prepared now, kiddies o' mine... the next two classes will be planning and play classes. Planning for Mr. Contest Winner, and playing for the rest of you." She cut the cheering down swiftly, "*However!* I do not. Repeat, *do not* want to hear anything above your normal conversational voices. Quatre has a lot of planning to do. And if you want to put on an amazing play that won't embarrass and carry over to next year with you... I expect you to behave." Threat given she called Quatre and Smitty up stage with her, sitting down and started to question them both on the Arabian's play, his other ideas for it, while questioning Smitty about his ideas on back drops and props.

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It was an hour and some odd minutes later when the class disrupted from Acting Hell into the halls of Bookworm's Way, immediately heading for lockers to retrieve a packed lunch or switch books for their next class before heading towards the in academy café then to the favored hiding spot; the old Sakura tree.

"Well shit!" abruptly stopping in his well-known path Duo glared out side. Well, they *would* have retreated to the baby pink covered tree but the storm finally saw fit to let its retainers go and the rain was *definitely* flowing. Quite well in fact he noted, the ground was quickly starting to gain a misty silvery shin from what little light seeped through the murky gray sky above them.

"This sucks!" stomping his foot childishly turning to face the others who stopped behind him, he couldn't believe the stupidity of forgetting what the morning looked like while running to school! Hell it was almost as dark as night; was *still* just as dark and he'd damn well forgot about the rain between only one classes time. "Guess we'll have to take a rain check on that one" smirking to his friends Duo turned throwing a nasty glare at the weather outside the back. "Literally".

"Forgive my impolite nature of the situation" a smooth voice stared, "but I refuse to go into the lioness' den to be badgered."

No one moved a show of disagreeing with him either.

The last month a week after the 'Clovers Rose Serenade', as the night had been dubbed, Dorothy Catalonia had arrived at Celestial Star Academy to room with one Relena Dorlin Peacecraft. Now, to the normal student there was nothing wrong with this arrangement. Relena had a spare room within her dorm, so it was only natural they stick the new girl with her; if not her then someone else with space.

To the small group of boys with more then natural sense, this was a threat. While Dorothy had done nothing short of endangering their lives after the Eve Wars... one did not pair her up with Relena Dorlin Peacecraft for 'convenience sake'. The pair of them in single living quarters equaled trouble just as plainly as the sun's a burning lump of gasses.

Previous Gundam Pilots had a black sheep with enough trouble to last them headaches the year round. Nuisances had doubled in CSA over the past month.

Relena was by nature a Heero Seeking Guidance System or HSGS for short. No one knew how she did it; they didn't really care to know. But the fact still remained she was able to track the boy like a blue tick bloodhound. Later revelations revealed that she had moved up from petty single stalking to big time group stalking. Everyone of the Preventers Gundam force was under her upgraded GPGS (Gundam Pilots Guiding System). Wherever they went, she was soon to follow.

Now, along with this 'natural tracking system' of hers, she was quite an annoying person. Her screechy voice when yelling, whining or crying; her never ending blabbering about the future together with Heero if he'd have her, the way his eyes sparkled... the relationship he had with the other guys, questions about their personal likes, beliefs and thoughts on war. Her questions were never ending and conversations usually a one sided event unless she wrangled in the Arabian or, on occasion, Sean.

With the dirty snow blonde at her side, the talks only worsened. The tracking became fine-tuned and notes passed frequently. Times spent at the Clovers Rose enjoying the peaceful laid back air were often shattered by the peace loving girls mere footsteps, let alone her voice.

Locking themselves in the dorm rooms had become a new past time.

Now you couldn't get any of the guys wrong. They liked Relena, really they did. They even thought that she'd grown up a bit over the two years they'd known the girl. But... it seemed that the old saying, "some things never change" was a constant for this young woman's personality. I mean, honestly... Do you know anyone that would follow you like a child zeroing in on their favorite candy and desperate to get it? How about having that same person nearly follow you into the men's room because they were so busy talking one-sidedly? Or, try this one... how about flying pink paper airplanes across the room with notes scribbled on them for you?

Now add to those happenings one Dorothy Catalonia, and you have yourself pinned like a bear in a claw trap. You can't get out. You can't yell for help because everyone that would help you is trapped with you. There is no escape for the fact you can't (or wouldn't dare it as the case went) withdraw from school on the account of two overly pesky teenage girls. Bad enough Dorothy loved teasing Quatre about his good looks, charm and a date here or there, making the poor frightened boy try hiding behind his European friend for cover. Said European friend in turn gets a murderous gleam to his eye directed at the dirty snow-haired girl.

It was understandable, after all that has happened over the course of near two months putting up with the girls, that the handsome Chinese pilot refused (thought kindly) to return into the cafeteria for lunch. Had he his way, they would be eating soggy food out under that Sakura tree even if it were hailing.

Honor, however, coupled with respect and worry would not let him, in good conscious, force his friends out into the dreaded weather they were currently experiencing. So, as a last resort, silently hoping Mary wouldn't mind some company he offered eating in the library as a fall back. The Liberian was kind enough, even seemed a bit taken with the six of them, so perhaps she wouldn't mind some company?

With that, they were off.

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"Mary, Mary quite contrary, how's ye library grow?" Turning slowly from settling checked in books to their places the brown-headed woman turned carefully at the low alto, "With Shakespeare's lines, William's rhyme's and Science onla kno's!"

Giggling she smiled noticed the five culturally cute boys before her all were holding different meals to eat. Understanding flashed through twinkling eyes as she waved them toward her back office. She couldn't have them eating where others could see. Once they fell into comfortable seats she perched her small-framed self on the edge of her desk where the Irish lad sat munching on his sandwich.

"What are y'all doin' here? Did someone run ya out of the lunch room again?" eyes twinkled and shinned toward them all. Ohh she'd done heard bits and pieces of their 'stalker', but she couldn't believe it. How could someone that sweet ever do something that... peculiar?

"Two someone's."

"Two? Who else besides dear girl Dorlin?"

Snorting most unbecomingly (depending on who you were) Wufei looked up in non-belief, "'Dear girl Dorlin'?" repeating he shook his head, soft locks that had escaped their holding swaying with the movement, "Onna, Relena is anything but 'dear'." Almost as an after thought he inclined his head sending her a small smirk, "To anyone in this group, that is."

"Ah, I see sugar... Don't worry 'bout it Hun, I don't mind what y'all say 'bout the dear girl, but ya know... it's just hard to believe she acts like that towards y'all... though" tilting her head with a studying eye looking over them, gave a nod, "I can see why she'd follow y'all though... bunch of handsome men like y'all... Why I'd be plum surprised if they didn't chase y'all over the kingdom!"

Arching a dark red brow ever so much in amusement as seriousness, Sean nodded his head waving part of his sandwich at the woman, "Right glad we are tha' the lass isn't a'followin' us 'round the kingdom too!"

"Here, here!"

"I hear ya there bro!"

"Well" giggling once more the librarian smiled, "Whatever the case Sweets, y'aller welcome to hide out here if ya want. I was just about to break anyways." As if confirming her thoughts to them she went around the desk lightly shoving Sean's leg from her way and dug out her lunch bag finding her own seat to join them.

"Hey Q! What's the play gonna be?"

"Wha?" looking up from his page, chicken leg half way to his face the blonde blinked, "Duo, you know I can't tell what it's about."

Arching a brow the Japanese asked, "Can't tell, or don't want to?" Movement from his right caught his eye bring him away from watching Quatre's reaction. Why was Duo watching him like that? Those violet eyes sparkled with a soft light he'd not seen before, hiding something deeper within. Things from pasts were whispering in his mind, telling him of other looks, touches... odd happenings the American did that he had yet to place a reason to why. Place a reason to why it raised emotions in himself for which their only purpose seemed to be confusing him more.

"Erm... Well you see..."

"Face it Winner. You haven't figured out what the play will fully be like. Thus, you can not begin to tell us."

Smiling a bit sheepishly Quatre nodded, "Yes, you're right... I only have a sketched outline" as if reading minds he held a hand up towards the braided youth, "No Duo, you can't see it."

"Awww Q-man!" pouting cutely, "That's not fair! I'd let you see mine!" Well... maybe, he thought mentally smirking, definitely depended on what was in it. Gory death, tragic love, ghost and zombies... Nope, he wouldn't tell 'em even if they threatened to take away his Scythe!

"Poutin' duna become ye Duo... Beh makin' ye face look like ye've eaten a puckered fruit tha' it does."

"Bitter beer face."

It was so quiet, just as rarely unexpected the near whispered words caused a silence to float among the people gathered, only being broke by the sounds of someone trying to knock food down the right tube to stop chocking on it.

"Did 'e just make a joke? I canna believe it!" shuffling in his seat Sean turned facing the long banged boy winking, "If'n ye keep tha' up laddie, ah may just 'ave ta lock ye and tha' cute one there up in a room!"

Everyone blinked contently confused with the simple threat.

What the hell did Trowa's making a joke have to do with locking him and Quatre up in a room together? Was there something they were missing that the Irishman had managed to catch? Or was Sean just saying things to throw them off even further?

A shrill ring shook them from the thought and Wufei decided it really didn't matter. He had a gym class to get to. Besides, another part of his mind he wasn't listening to whispered, another boy was currently taking up most of his thinking process and he wasn't sure if he could correctly separate the two things without confusing himself even further. It wasn't a usual happening, him becoming confused, so it was best taken at a slow pace. And, if the hovering sea blue eyes stopped waving in the back of his mind, emotions flashing through them (directed at him no less) then he might make it thought gym without hurting anyone besides himself.

Maybe he would take Maxwell up on that offer to join him at the club... he could use a distraction at the moment. Smirking he grabbed his belongings, snatched Duo by his arm, Heero with his other and started to pulling them (protesting or not) from the library nodding towards Mary as he went, and led them towards the lockers to stash their belonging before joining Noin and Zechs in the massive sized gymnasium, what could be on the schedule for today. Rain having effectively caused the volleyball game to be canceled.

It promised to be a long, wet, afternoon...

Smirking he entered the double doors with a definite yank on the sashaying butt length braid, cutting off the string of muttered griping from the wide eyed boy.

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You made it to the end! Lovely, I'm glad you did. I'd of been worried if you didn't. I do appologize, if the ending was a bit umm... wayward? I was fishing around on how to finish it... sorry if it was pretty good through the start to middle and floundered at the end.. ::sweat drops:: Hope you enjoyed it though! heh I'll give one part and say trying to finish a story isn't fun when your borderline tired, bored and fishing for something to end it with. lol _ Welps, I'm off! Lemme know whatcha thought please! ::waves:: Have a great one!

Keep it kickin'!

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