FACING FATE
By: Alithiel
Disclaimer: Chapter 2 is here! All rules apply, I don't own GW, just Brynn and this story…and my name! Flames to minim, preeze! Ariagto gozaimasu! It may be a while for Chapter three…a bunch of stuff going on!
Chapter 2: Journey in Darkness
The man slamed his hand down hard on the rosewood table.
"I will not accept the terms of this treaty, Princess Relena! It's foolish to try and oppose Dorothy, who's decimated our armies time and time again! And I don't believe in all that vision nonsense. We should just surrender."
Relena scowled, and folded her white-gloved hands. "No, Lord Septem. I will not. My visions always hold true, and I will not let this one just pass. God has told me to gather help, and I WILL." Calling a council was a bad idea, she thought to herself. She squirmed a little in her heavily padded chair. God, what she wouldn't give for a breath of frsh air! Most of these men here, though with lordly titles, had probably never been in a real fight at all, let alone an actual war. She glared with distaste at the mustacoed nobleman. Disgusting fop…he makes me wish I wasn't a pacifist.
Peygan spoke up, viocing Relena's exact opinion. "You are all a bunch of craven cowards if you think we'll give up! Isn't it bad enough that our king and queen are dead, murdured by Dorothy Catalonia's minions, and Crown Prince Milliardo missing? What will it take for you to realize that we have to fight back against her tyrrany? And…"
"Peygan," Relena admonished gently, "That's enough."
He bowed his head. "Sorry, your highness."
Relena stood. "What we have here, gentlemen, is a situation that cannot be resolved by mere speech. All of you know that, whether we surrender or not, Dorothy will kill us all. Being the leader of this country, I have sent for assistance. My vision showed me that we can only win with help."
Murmurs erupted from the council, along with several outraged exclamations.
General Noventa, the oldest member of the council and Relena's mentor, spoke up.
"Who is this help? Was your vision clear?"
" As a bell, Noventa. I sent communications to the Sweepers, the Maguanac corps, and to Master Long of the Dragon Clan, who my father fought alongside in the Shadow War. I also sent word to the Spainish Army, but I have not received confirmation from them as of yet. Their representatives should be arriving sometime within the next month. Anyone else who recieves word of our situation is welcome…"
More angry voices filled the room.
"You invited FOREIGNERS?!" Septem roared in outrage.
"I would have anyone rather than you, Septem." Relena coldly replied.
The man reached out and grabbed her arm in a vicelike grip. More outraged voices assaulted her ears as she struggled to break free. Relena gasped in pain. A wave of diziness overwhelmed her and the room seemed to tilt precariously on its axis, opening a void beneath her feet. She made not a sound as she plunged headlong into blackness.
*****
The council chamber door opened as the blue-eyed messenger was quietly escorted in. The agitated state of the meeting indicated that the proceedings were near the finish. His eyes took in everything in the room swiftly, and his mind recorded all of it for future refrence. He watched the blond girl that was the leader carefully. This was who his father had ordered him, on his deathbed, to protect. He could not help a slight feeling of anger as he watched the man with the moustache grab the girl's arm. He tamped it down. A perfect soldier does not feel anger, he thought to himself. A perfect soldier does not feel anything. That is what father taught you. The messenger watched the girl's face pale, and watched her sway. Something took over his soldiers' heart, and he ran from his shadowed corner. He was just able to catch her before she hit the floor.
*****
Relena floated in darkness for what seemed like forever. She slowly became consious of her body as the cold dizziness sept away. I have to be in an unceremonius heap… she thought. What happened? As the aching numbness passed, she could feel that she was being held in a pair of very hard arms. One of the kights must have caught me… he feels like he's wearing armor. Relena opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times to clear her vision. A gasp escaped her as she looked at her rescuer.
He had the coldest, most emotionless, most intensly blue eyes she had ever seen.
Relena stammered. "Th…thank you… for catching me…" Words seemd to escape her.
He just stared at her. "It was nothing." He said in a voice as cold as his eyes. The mystery man helped Relena to her feet. She swayed dizzily, but he was able to deposit her in her chair. She looked at him, not able to stay the slight thrill of fear and…anticipation? He was taller than she was, and dressed in chain mail beneath a steel breastplate. What she could see of his tunic was dark green, and black leather riding breeches covered legs thin to the point of being skinny, but with visible muscle. A sword in a plain leather scabbard hung at his hip, obviously much used by the wear on the hilt. He had a dark cloak thrown over all. His unruly brown hair kept falling over his face but did nothing to hide his glacial eyes from her.
Relena put up her best princess face and affected her best voice. "Who ARE you? I want to know who you are."
Peygan looked surprised. "You mean, you don't know?"
Puzzled, Relena looked at the other membes of the coucil. They looked at the boy with fear in their eyes. They whispered excitedly among themselves, as if he were someone important.
"Is he a nobleman? Or a prince?"
Something flickered in the boys' cold eyes…amusement?
"I am from the Meteor group. My name is Heero Yuy."
Relena gasped and flinched.
"Meteor?! You're an assasin!"
*****
Duo slowed Deathscythe down as he approached the ruins. Behind him, Hilde did the same.
"That's all that's left, Duo?"
The late morning sun gave view to a stark vista. Large stone building blocks, most blackend with soot, dotted the empty field and were partially hidden by long grass. A partial ruin of what looked to be a chapel stood sillouheted against the sky, wrapped round with thorny brambles amd cancerous looking ivy. Here aand there, shards of glass that had once been part of a stained glass window dotted the groud like brittle flowers. He nodded to his friend. Duo didn't really have any words for this moment. He never did. Returning to the place where he grew up, the place that was destroyed for the price of a few holy relics and a hundred lives, always made him feel twelve years old again. When he spoke, his voice was rough and pained.
"My parents sold me to a slaver when I was still a toddler. I don't think I even had a name. The slaver knew that I would never be of any use to him, so he tossed me in a gutter at age 1 just to be rid of me. I didn't die, though many times I wish I had." He took a calming breath, then continued. "I lived on the streets of Lancater till I was three. Thieving, stealing enough so that I could survive until the next job. I got so good at it the seasoned thieves called me 'little death'. I was good, Hildain. I could steal your money pouch without you even noticing I was there. I could pick the most difficult locks blindfolded. But I made a mistake. I tried to break into a church."
Hilde gasped in horror. "You broke into a church?"
Duo waggled his finger at her, a glimmer of his old self returning and dying just as fast.
"No. I tried to. Instead, I accidentally broke into the priest's sleeping quarters. I climbed into the window and plop, right into the head priest's lap!"
Hilde started to laugh. "I could picture that!"
Duo chuckled. "The preist didn't like it too much. He wanted to off me right there! But, his duty prevailed and he took me to see the Head Father at the monastery. There was an orphanage there…a place for kids like me. The Father's name was Maxwell.
His companion looked puzzled. "That's your last name."
Duo smiled. "I'll get there. Anyway, Father Maxwell took me in. He put me in a room with about thirty other kids from nearby towns. He was a nice priest, and he taught us all how to read and write. One of the nuns there, Sister Helen, was in charge of the orphanage." He patted the long brown braid that hung over his shoulder. "She used to braid my hair for me. Anyway, she was surprised that I didn't have a name, and went to talk to Father Maxwell. He was just as shocked as she was! He asked if I had any friends…" Duo stopped talking.
Hilde rode closer. His eyes were closed, and tears ran down his cheeks.
"Duo? What's wrong?"
He looked at her with intense violet eyes.
"Swear to me that what I say you'll never say to anyone." He said in a rough voice.
"I swear."
"When Father Maxwell asked me that question, I told him about the only friend I had. His name was Solo, and he was older than me. He had helped me out on the streets a lot. He was a thief too, and he taught me most of what I know. But…he got sick after a while. He was dying…he knew it. I was there with him when he died. He told me that he'd always be with me in spirit. When I told Father Maxwell about that, he said he'd name me Duo, since I always had Solo with me."
"That's so sad…" Hilde said in a small voice.
"I stayed at the orphanage a long time. Hell, years seemed to mean nothing while I was there. One night, a man rode up to our gate, asking for food and shelter. Father Maxwell was kind and gave it to him. I think I was 12 when it happened. Later, he opened our gates to northern barbarians. They rode in, searching for gold, and burned the buildings with the children still inside. They even raped the nuns. I can still hear the screams." He paused for a moment. It wasn't easy reliving the hardest night of your life. "I was lucky. I was in the stable at the time. When I heard them ride in I grabbed the only weapon I could find…a scythe. I ran out the barn door, and saw the most horryfying thing I had ever seen. The main rectory waas burning, and screams filled the air, but I only got a glimpse before this big, filthy brute ran at me with an axe…"
He paused.
Hilde spoke. "What?"
"I gutted him. I took the scythe and gutted him. After that, I don't remember much, other than fighting. When I finally came back to my senses all the way, I found 15 barbarians dead or dying at my feet. I guess I got scared then…I went looking for Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. And to this day I wish to God I never had…"
Hilde very gently touched his arm. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I know it's hard."
"No. I have to get it out. I found Father Maxwell near the rectory. He had been stabbed so many times thet I almost missed him, cut open and laid out for the birds. He was dying. He asked me, no begged me to kill him. I couldn't do it. Then he smiled. He said, 'Duo, my boy, I go to be with my god now. You have done your best to protect us, but everyone is dead, except you. Be what you are…and know that the souls of this Monastery are with you.' Then, he was gone. I fled, far away, and once again made my living by theiving until the Sweepers found me."
"Duo, that's a sad story…"
"Yeah." He bent over and picked up a piece of midnight blue glass, swirled through with white. It was the size of Hilde's palm, and worn smooth from the ten years it had lain there. Smiling, he handed it to Hilde.
"That came from my favorite window…you had better take care of it."
Hilde couldn't help but smile. If Duo only knew how much this little piece of glass meant to her…she shook her head. No, it wasn't gonna happen…at least not right now.
Hilde placed the glass fragment in her pouch as Duo mounted his horse.
"Are we going?"
"Yeah. We gotta keep moving if we're gonna get to Cinq before we're old and gray…" He chuckled suddenly.
"Why are you laughng?" Hilde asked puzzeledly.
"Do you know what the Sweepers call me?"
"Nope."
"They call me the God of Death."
Hilde chuckled too. Maybe one day I'll be the Goddess of Death…
Alithiel~ *types furiously on laptop, trying to read a pile of notes and eat a bowl of pretzels at the same time and failing*
Heero~ What are you doing?
Alithiel~ @.@ munhfumhummmfunndrumm…
Relena~ It's not polite to talk with you're mouth full!
Alithiel~ *gulp * Gomen… I'm trying to get my Advanced Comp. paper done.
Wufei~ Then why were you writing this?
Alithiel~ Ermmm…break time?
Sally~ Let me get you a cup of tea.
Quatre~ What's your paper about?
Alithiel~ JRR Tolkien and his work. My library books are like a month overdue! Sorry, MPL!
Trowa~ How high is your fine?
Alithiel~ Don't wanna think about it. I got so much to do! I gotta get a job and learn how to drive, and get my college apps in! Graduation is only a month away, I got tons of senior projects, I'm going to Chicago with my concert band for school, not to mention ACT test in June! Major cramming!
Hilde~ *still a bit steamed over earlier BOY incident * What do you do to relax? You seem pretty busy.
Alithiel~ Well, I read a lot, and draw, listen to music, play video games, and take walks, not to mention hanging out with my friends. We're a weird bunch: all into anime and video games. My best friend Yaten is in Japan as an exchange student. We all have nicknames for each other from various games and cartoons.
Brynn~ Well, you seem to know a lot about us, so tell us about you.
Alithiel~ Really?
Duo~ Sure, I got time to kill. * sits down like it's story time*
Wufei~ Baka…
Alithiel~ Well, I was born May 22, 1984. I am a senior in high school, A/B average student, I love art and hate math and grammar. I'm in Advanced Placement art, Art Guild, Wind Orchestra, and am president of the Exchange Student Club. Reading and writing are my hobbies. Ermmmm…and I was a marching band nerd.
Trowa~ What do you play?
Alithiel~ Percussion.
Wufei~ A GIRL DRUMMER?!
Alithiel~ * Eyes glow white as she glares at Wufei *
Sally~ Erp….
Quatre~ Yami?
* Thump*
Wufei~ -.- ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz……
Catherine~ Hooo…she knocked him flat on his ass!!!
Quatre~ Like a boxer!
Duo~ Alithiel, one. Wufei, nada.
Heero~ Maybe we could sell tickets… Do you think we'd get anyhing?
Relena~ Maybe…
Alithiel~ No! Friend entertainment only! * waves arms frantically *
Hilde~ * Sneaks toward laptop and grabs the power cord *
Alithiel~ NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
*click *
By: Alithiel
Disclaimer: Chapter 2 is here! All rules apply, I don't own GW, just Brynn and this story…and my name! Flames to minim, preeze! Ariagto gozaimasu! It may be a while for Chapter three…a bunch of stuff going on!
Chapter 2: Journey in Darkness
The man slamed his hand down hard on the rosewood table.
"I will not accept the terms of this treaty, Princess Relena! It's foolish to try and oppose Dorothy, who's decimated our armies time and time again! And I don't believe in all that vision nonsense. We should just surrender."
Relena scowled, and folded her white-gloved hands. "No, Lord Septem. I will not. My visions always hold true, and I will not let this one just pass. God has told me to gather help, and I WILL." Calling a council was a bad idea, she thought to herself. She squirmed a little in her heavily padded chair. God, what she wouldn't give for a breath of frsh air! Most of these men here, though with lordly titles, had probably never been in a real fight at all, let alone an actual war. She glared with distaste at the mustacoed nobleman. Disgusting fop…he makes me wish I wasn't a pacifist.
Peygan spoke up, viocing Relena's exact opinion. "You are all a bunch of craven cowards if you think we'll give up! Isn't it bad enough that our king and queen are dead, murdured by Dorothy Catalonia's minions, and Crown Prince Milliardo missing? What will it take for you to realize that we have to fight back against her tyrrany? And…"
"Peygan," Relena admonished gently, "That's enough."
He bowed his head. "Sorry, your highness."
Relena stood. "What we have here, gentlemen, is a situation that cannot be resolved by mere speech. All of you know that, whether we surrender or not, Dorothy will kill us all. Being the leader of this country, I have sent for assistance. My vision showed me that we can only win with help."
Murmurs erupted from the council, along with several outraged exclamations.
General Noventa, the oldest member of the council and Relena's mentor, spoke up.
"Who is this help? Was your vision clear?"
" As a bell, Noventa. I sent communications to the Sweepers, the Maguanac corps, and to Master Long of the Dragon Clan, who my father fought alongside in the Shadow War. I also sent word to the Spainish Army, but I have not received confirmation from them as of yet. Their representatives should be arriving sometime within the next month. Anyone else who recieves word of our situation is welcome…"
More angry voices filled the room.
"You invited FOREIGNERS?!" Septem roared in outrage.
"I would have anyone rather than you, Septem." Relena coldly replied.
The man reached out and grabbed her arm in a vicelike grip. More outraged voices assaulted her ears as she struggled to break free. Relena gasped in pain. A wave of diziness overwhelmed her and the room seemed to tilt precariously on its axis, opening a void beneath her feet. She made not a sound as she plunged headlong into blackness.
*****
The council chamber door opened as the blue-eyed messenger was quietly escorted in. The agitated state of the meeting indicated that the proceedings were near the finish. His eyes took in everything in the room swiftly, and his mind recorded all of it for future refrence. He watched the blond girl that was the leader carefully. This was who his father had ordered him, on his deathbed, to protect. He could not help a slight feeling of anger as he watched the man with the moustache grab the girl's arm. He tamped it down. A perfect soldier does not feel anger, he thought to himself. A perfect soldier does not feel anything. That is what father taught you. The messenger watched the girl's face pale, and watched her sway. Something took over his soldiers' heart, and he ran from his shadowed corner. He was just able to catch her before she hit the floor.
*****
Relena floated in darkness for what seemed like forever. She slowly became consious of her body as the cold dizziness sept away. I have to be in an unceremonius heap… she thought. What happened? As the aching numbness passed, she could feel that she was being held in a pair of very hard arms. One of the kights must have caught me… he feels like he's wearing armor. Relena opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times to clear her vision. A gasp escaped her as she looked at her rescuer.
He had the coldest, most emotionless, most intensly blue eyes she had ever seen.
Relena stammered. "Th…thank you… for catching me…" Words seemd to escape her.
He just stared at her. "It was nothing." He said in a voice as cold as his eyes. The mystery man helped Relena to her feet. She swayed dizzily, but he was able to deposit her in her chair. She looked at him, not able to stay the slight thrill of fear and…anticipation? He was taller than she was, and dressed in chain mail beneath a steel breastplate. What she could see of his tunic was dark green, and black leather riding breeches covered legs thin to the point of being skinny, but with visible muscle. A sword in a plain leather scabbard hung at his hip, obviously much used by the wear on the hilt. He had a dark cloak thrown over all. His unruly brown hair kept falling over his face but did nothing to hide his glacial eyes from her.
Relena put up her best princess face and affected her best voice. "Who ARE you? I want to know who you are."
Peygan looked surprised. "You mean, you don't know?"
Puzzled, Relena looked at the other membes of the coucil. They looked at the boy with fear in their eyes. They whispered excitedly among themselves, as if he were someone important.
"Is he a nobleman? Or a prince?"
Something flickered in the boys' cold eyes…amusement?
"I am from the Meteor group. My name is Heero Yuy."
Relena gasped and flinched.
"Meteor?! You're an assasin!"
*****
Duo slowed Deathscythe down as he approached the ruins. Behind him, Hilde did the same.
"That's all that's left, Duo?"
The late morning sun gave view to a stark vista. Large stone building blocks, most blackend with soot, dotted the empty field and were partially hidden by long grass. A partial ruin of what looked to be a chapel stood sillouheted against the sky, wrapped round with thorny brambles amd cancerous looking ivy. Here aand there, shards of glass that had once been part of a stained glass window dotted the groud like brittle flowers. He nodded to his friend. Duo didn't really have any words for this moment. He never did. Returning to the place where he grew up, the place that was destroyed for the price of a few holy relics and a hundred lives, always made him feel twelve years old again. When he spoke, his voice was rough and pained.
"My parents sold me to a slaver when I was still a toddler. I don't think I even had a name. The slaver knew that I would never be of any use to him, so he tossed me in a gutter at age 1 just to be rid of me. I didn't die, though many times I wish I had." He took a calming breath, then continued. "I lived on the streets of Lancater till I was three. Thieving, stealing enough so that I could survive until the next job. I got so good at it the seasoned thieves called me 'little death'. I was good, Hildain. I could steal your money pouch without you even noticing I was there. I could pick the most difficult locks blindfolded. But I made a mistake. I tried to break into a church."
Hilde gasped in horror. "You broke into a church?"
Duo waggled his finger at her, a glimmer of his old self returning and dying just as fast.
"No. I tried to. Instead, I accidentally broke into the priest's sleeping quarters. I climbed into the window and plop, right into the head priest's lap!"
Hilde started to laugh. "I could picture that!"
Duo chuckled. "The preist didn't like it too much. He wanted to off me right there! But, his duty prevailed and he took me to see the Head Father at the monastery. There was an orphanage there…a place for kids like me. The Father's name was Maxwell.
His companion looked puzzled. "That's your last name."
Duo smiled. "I'll get there. Anyway, Father Maxwell took me in. He put me in a room with about thirty other kids from nearby towns. He was a nice priest, and he taught us all how to read and write. One of the nuns there, Sister Helen, was in charge of the orphanage." He patted the long brown braid that hung over his shoulder. "She used to braid my hair for me. Anyway, she was surprised that I didn't have a name, and went to talk to Father Maxwell. He was just as shocked as she was! He asked if I had any friends…" Duo stopped talking.
Hilde rode closer. His eyes were closed, and tears ran down his cheeks.
"Duo? What's wrong?"
He looked at her with intense violet eyes.
"Swear to me that what I say you'll never say to anyone." He said in a rough voice.
"I swear."
"When Father Maxwell asked me that question, I told him about the only friend I had. His name was Solo, and he was older than me. He had helped me out on the streets a lot. He was a thief too, and he taught me most of what I know. But…he got sick after a while. He was dying…he knew it. I was there with him when he died. He told me that he'd always be with me in spirit. When I told Father Maxwell about that, he said he'd name me Duo, since I always had Solo with me."
"That's so sad…" Hilde said in a small voice.
"I stayed at the orphanage a long time. Hell, years seemed to mean nothing while I was there. One night, a man rode up to our gate, asking for food and shelter. Father Maxwell was kind and gave it to him. I think I was 12 when it happened. Later, he opened our gates to northern barbarians. They rode in, searching for gold, and burned the buildings with the children still inside. They even raped the nuns. I can still hear the screams." He paused for a moment. It wasn't easy reliving the hardest night of your life. "I was lucky. I was in the stable at the time. When I heard them ride in I grabbed the only weapon I could find…a scythe. I ran out the barn door, and saw the most horryfying thing I had ever seen. The main rectory waas burning, and screams filled the air, but I only got a glimpse before this big, filthy brute ran at me with an axe…"
He paused.
Hilde spoke. "What?"
"I gutted him. I took the scythe and gutted him. After that, I don't remember much, other than fighting. When I finally came back to my senses all the way, I found 15 barbarians dead or dying at my feet. I guess I got scared then…I went looking for Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. And to this day I wish to God I never had…"
Hilde very gently touched his arm. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I know it's hard."
"No. I have to get it out. I found Father Maxwell near the rectory. He had been stabbed so many times thet I almost missed him, cut open and laid out for the birds. He was dying. He asked me, no begged me to kill him. I couldn't do it. Then he smiled. He said, 'Duo, my boy, I go to be with my god now. You have done your best to protect us, but everyone is dead, except you. Be what you are…and know that the souls of this Monastery are with you.' Then, he was gone. I fled, far away, and once again made my living by theiving until the Sweepers found me."
"Duo, that's a sad story…"
"Yeah." He bent over and picked up a piece of midnight blue glass, swirled through with white. It was the size of Hilde's palm, and worn smooth from the ten years it had lain there. Smiling, he handed it to Hilde.
"That came from my favorite window…you had better take care of it."
Hilde couldn't help but smile. If Duo only knew how much this little piece of glass meant to her…she shook her head. No, it wasn't gonna happen…at least not right now.
Hilde placed the glass fragment in her pouch as Duo mounted his horse.
"Are we going?"
"Yeah. We gotta keep moving if we're gonna get to Cinq before we're old and gray…" He chuckled suddenly.
"Why are you laughng?" Hilde asked puzzeledly.
"Do you know what the Sweepers call me?"
"Nope."
"They call me the God of Death."
Hilde chuckled too. Maybe one day I'll be the Goddess of Death…
Alithiel~ *types furiously on laptop, trying to read a pile of notes and eat a bowl of pretzels at the same time and failing*
Heero~ What are you doing?
Alithiel~ @.@ munhfumhummmfunndrumm…
Relena~ It's not polite to talk with you're mouth full!
Alithiel~ *gulp * Gomen… I'm trying to get my Advanced Comp. paper done.
Wufei~ Then why were you writing this?
Alithiel~ Ermmm…break time?
Sally~ Let me get you a cup of tea.
Quatre~ What's your paper about?
Alithiel~ JRR Tolkien and his work. My library books are like a month overdue! Sorry, MPL!
Trowa~ How high is your fine?
Alithiel~ Don't wanna think about it. I got so much to do! I gotta get a job and learn how to drive, and get my college apps in! Graduation is only a month away, I got tons of senior projects, I'm going to Chicago with my concert band for school, not to mention ACT test in June! Major cramming!
Hilde~ *still a bit steamed over earlier BOY incident * What do you do to relax? You seem pretty busy.
Alithiel~ Well, I read a lot, and draw, listen to music, play video games, and take walks, not to mention hanging out with my friends. We're a weird bunch: all into anime and video games. My best friend Yaten is in Japan as an exchange student. We all have nicknames for each other from various games and cartoons.
Brynn~ Well, you seem to know a lot about us, so tell us about you.
Alithiel~ Really?
Duo~ Sure, I got time to kill. * sits down like it's story time*
Wufei~ Baka…
Alithiel~ Well, I was born May 22, 1984. I am a senior in high school, A/B average student, I love art and hate math and grammar. I'm in Advanced Placement art, Art Guild, Wind Orchestra, and am president of the Exchange Student Club. Reading and writing are my hobbies. Ermmmm…and I was a marching band nerd.
Trowa~ What do you play?
Alithiel~ Percussion.
Wufei~ A GIRL DRUMMER?!
Alithiel~ * Eyes glow white as she glares at Wufei *
Sally~ Erp….
Quatre~ Yami?
* Thump*
Wufei~ -.- ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz……
Catherine~ Hooo…she knocked him flat on his ass!!!
Quatre~ Like a boxer!
Duo~ Alithiel, one. Wufei, nada.
Heero~ Maybe we could sell tickets… Do you think we'd get anyhing?
Relena~ Maybe…
Alithiel~ No! Friend entertainment only! * waves arms frantically *
Hilde~ * Sneaks toward laptop and grabs the power cord *
Alithiel~ NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
*click *
