A/N: Mm, I LOVE writing for this story! ^__^ It's damn good fun.

Still Quatre's POV. Still not telling you the pairings. See, THIS way, I can get y'all hooked even if you hate the pairings! ^_^ My evil plan is revealed! Mwahaha!





"Toy Gun"





I wake up slowly, feeling a vague throbbing behind my eyes and a heavy weight in my lap. Unfortunately, it's not anyone, just a . . .

Pretty Chinese girl.

Okay, that WOULD be someone.

"Good morning," I say dryly, lowering my legs from the desktop and pulling her to my chest so she won't fall. Oh crap, I think I'M going to fall over now. Agh, hangover's a bitch. Maybe I should go Muslim; I've heard they don't drink. Naw- I can't picture myself drinking grape juice while everybody else has vodka. Hell, I can't picture myself as anything BUT a lush.

Ouch. Skull splitting; not a good sign. Maybe they have the right idea after all . . .

"Hey, Quatre!" Pretty Chinese Girl greets me.

"Hello, Ailin," I reply. "Might I inquire as to the origin of this dubiously pleasant intrusion?"

"That idiot Hao was picking on me." She scowls and folds her arms, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.

"Who?" I raise an eyebrow at her. Ailin is one of the previously mentioned "kids upstairs" (despite being fifteen already, which is really not so young as it used to be) whom enjoys stuffing candy in my trenchcoat pockets at random intervals and has been personally responsible for no less than seven make-out sessions with Yuu over the years (and those happen FAR too often as it is).

"Hao," Ailin makes a face, "is the new boy in 7D. He's lame; can you tell Yuu to make him leave me alone?" Translation: 'he's really fucking cute but I don't know how to make him notice me; please HELP me, oh mighty Quatre-sama, holiest God of Sex!'

"Eh, why not." I shrug and our sexy new client Binary Pinto comes in from upstairs, wearing Yuu's T-shirt (and ONLY that, mind), yawning, and with his hair all wet and mussed. Fresh from the shower, and I bet he had company. Damn Yuu.

Then said damn Yuu inexplicably emerges from my closet with a gun, in the literal sense this time. Not that Yuu was ever IN the closet to begin with. Okay, so he doesn't date much, but the man's clearly gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide- I'd swear it on a stack of Bibles.

Satanic Bibles, mind. I don't fancy being struck down by God- sent blue lightning. Ah, the joys of religion- these are problems that the atheists just don't get to have.

"Feed me," Binary whines with a sexy pout.

"What are you even still DOING here? And where the hell did you get that shirt?" Yuu asks sourly, making a point of polishing his gun in a very threatening way. Romance is truly dead. No wonder the guy never gets laid.

"I'm hungryyy . . . " Binary whines, completely ignoring him for once- a tried and true method for dealing with those annoying people who don't want to get into your pants.

"Hey, Ai." Yuu returns the favor and ruffles Ailin's hair.

"Yo," she answers. "Will you shoot the new guy for me?"

"Depends," Yuu replies in perfect sincerity. "Is he hot?"

Ailin turns a remarkably brilliant shade of pink. "No," she says. Translation: 'SO fucking hot, but he's mine, damn you, mine!' Note to self: check new boy's age and sexiness factor. If he's legal and worth it, try to steal him from Ailin.

Then the office door swings open to reveal yet another fine and upstanding example of a pretty boy, though this one looks far less inviting than Binary. The leather HE'S wearing just screams "punk!", and not in the music-related sense.

"Excuse me," he says calmly, slamming the door shut and throwing his weight back against it just as there is a louder slam from outside. God, my HEAD . . . He's Chinese, maybe fifteen or sixteen (damn, too young for me- then again, so is Binary), and his hair is black- inky and liquid-thin, and also looking like it used to be pulled back into a tight ponytail. Right now though, he's sweating and breathing heavily, and most of it's dripping in his eyes.

Mm. Heh heh.

Okay, Quatre, focusing NOW, please. Stupid hormones; aren't they supposed to die down after your teens? At least SLIGHTLY?

"Hao!" Ailin yelps in surprise (my HEAD, people!) and jumps out of my lap. "What are you doing?!"

"Morning, pigtails," he greets her with a quick wave. "Uh, can we maybe talk later?" There's another slam from outside, and the door shakes in its frame.

Yuu snorts in annoyance and cocks his gun, quite calmly emptying it in the doorframe as a warning.

"Fuck off or die!" I yell at our unseen assailants, giving the door a good kick for emphasis.

Looking horrified, Hao instantly dives under the desk, dragging Ailin down beneath him, and I get the sinking feeling that he knows something we don't- along with a tingly feeling that tells me I really don't WANT to know it.

"Down!" I shout, and even if he doesn't believe in my sixth sense, Yuu is a soldier born and bred, and follows my orders instinctively. And while Binary's no soldier, he's apparently got a great survival instinct and is behind the filing cabinet before I even properly finish the word.

However, the only thing I myself have time to do is take one step, and then the bullets start flying.

Well, at least my hangover's gone.





* tbc . . . *





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