Disclaimer: Same as Chapter One!


Chapter Eight
"The Hangovers"
By Pinky Waffletush(Magic) and Snotty Hampsterchuncks(The Little Fairy From Nam)

The flight back to the colony wasn't all that long, but it felt as if his life was passing him by that very moment. The stars seemed to scold him from the depths of space as his deep blue eyes gazed through the window adjacent to his seat. His face a perfect mask of expressionlessness, glazed over eyes slowly moved around the private jet he was on. His hand moved up to hold his face, causing the yellow shoulder tassels on his uniform to shake. Blood rushed through the veins in his head as he attempted to disregard the worst headache he'd had in months, though now they had become very frequent.
What in the world was wrong with him?
Nadir Renada held his hands in both of his hands, cradling his yellow blonde head there as the pain increased. Upon shutting his blue eyes, the visions came yet again. Strikingly clearer than they had been before now, they ran through his mind. Sweat began dripping down his back as pictures of his childhood flashed through his mind. Trinity. His father. Step-mother. His life seemed to be skipping before his eyes as he grew up through sparks of moments that came as clear as if he was relieving them once again. They continued until they hit one year ago, when he had joined the war. He had gone to meet the leader of the war when...
The visions ended as swiftly as they had come. His dark blue uniform was now soaked in sweat as he lay his head on the back of the jet's cushioned seat. Hair falling messily around his eyes, he wiped the moisture from his forehead and attempted to relax; the headache had left him. Swallowing slowly, he reached for his bag as he heard the jet readying to land, but before he stood up he glanced out the window.
Have I really done what I was ordered? Is this what I wanted? Trinity,.... "Argh!!" He screamed as the headache hit him again. Eyes slammed shut only to be opened seconds later as empty as they had been a few days ago when he had shot his father in cold blood; the headache had once again receded.
"Damn headaches. I'm going to have to find something stronger than aspirin," Nadir mumbled to himself as he slung his bag over her shoulder and exited the aircraft.

***
The sun, cruelly forgetting what had happened the night before, slunk in through the blinds of the dorm room. It evilly glittered across the faces of the pilots, pacifist, and random brunette that slept in the room; no movement ensued at all. It then gave up on the people in the room and went along it's way to find bigger fish to fry as it hid behind a cloud. Someone in the room snorted, then rolled over and tried to get into a more comfortable position.
Another source of light flooded into the darker room; the door to the hallway of the boy's dorms slowly opened as two figures came into the room to survey the damage. One of them burst out into a fit of laughter, while the other one just shook his head at how long it was going to take him to put everything back into order. People just didn't understand the precise science that came into organizing and categorizing ones socks.
Pilot 03 stretched his neck for a bit as he carefully rubbed his left shoulder; sleeping on Hannah's couch where Trinity usually slept hadn't been the most comfortable thing he had ever done, but it also hadn't been the worst either. Beats sleeping on the hard, cold ground, Trowa mused as he tried to figure out exactly he was going to even start with everything.
Hannah kicked some random piece of clothing that was probably Duo's just for the fact that it was black and also on his side of the duct tape, and she carefully entered the war zone. She wasn't quite sure where to start because it looked like her old English class had let loose on the room after being assigned a ten page paper. Disgruntled students could do wonders when given the right resources. Last night, she had to admit, was quite entertaining, but that could've been for the fact that watching her drunken friends attempt to make her nose bleed as they flopped around like beached whales in the room was even better than tap dancing chickens. (H:Evil poultry..)
The blue eyes began to survey the room for possible survivors. Relena seemed to be curled up on the sofa in the corner closest to the window where Heero slept in an upright position that made him look like he was just sitting rather than sleeping. He had a very disgruntled expression on his face and his arms remained crossed even during his slumber. Wufei somehow had ended up on the kitchen counter, his head in the sink, and was currently muttering things about justice and turkeys.
Suddenly Hannah went flying as she tripped over something slightly on the hard side. After picking herself up from the ground and standing back on her own two feet, she realized that it hadn't been Satan sleeping on the ground after all, but rather her and Trowa's blonde friend Quatre, who had fallen asleep in the middle of the floor.
Some explicit comments were mumbled from behind her; Hannah turned around to glance at Trowa who was holding his head with one of his hands as if he had recently smacked it into something. Then, mid-reaching down to pick up Quatre, she figured out what that very thing had been. The pupils on her eyes spun round and round watching the figure on his path around the ceiling fan. It was, in fact, Duo tied to the ceiling fan and somehow managing to keep slumbering as he slowly and peacefully swung around the room in a never ending circle.
"What the hell...?" Hannah wasn't even quite sure what to make of all this. Something snorted; it was so obviously a Trinity snort that Hannah didn't even have to turn around to figure out that her brunette partner in crime was sleeping in some odd position behind her. She wasn't going to see what Trinity had ended up like that morning and decided that she was just going to pick up Quatre and take care of one of them at a time.
The banged one turned to face the blonde slowly as it seemed his head was getting better. "We should just put them back into their rooms and start to," he ducked as to not get hit by Duo's spinning body, "clean up this disaster."
"Oh, but that's no fun...can't we just let them wake up like this and have a little fun watching their horrified expressions?" Hannah asked innocently as she flung Quatre's limp body over her back (she'd had three mocha chinos that morning to wear off the slight headache she had from the couple of sips she took the night before: AKA it was time for rambo-Hannah).
Trowa ducked again to miss the swinging Duo a second time as he walked over towards Hannah. "You don't think they'll have enough to be horrified with when they wake up?" If Hannah hadn't been blocked by Quatre's sleeping body as Trowa hefted him off her shoulder and onto his, she would've sworn that the expressionless one had smirked slightly to himself. "You can go wake up Wufei as I put Quatre back into his room across the hall."
"Roger that." She swiftly saluted the brown haired pilot and turned towards her prey which was currently twitching and mumbling things from over where he slept on the kitchen counter. Hannah was certain that she could have thought of many more creative things to do to Wufei that morning, but she had already decided that she was going to go for the most obvious one that she could think of. Quietly, as to not wake "Sleeping Beauty", she meandered over to the Chinese pilot. Her mouth curved as she smiled evilly when turned the water on as cold as it could go and watched in amusement as the Wufei sprung off of the counter, bashing his head on a couple open cupboards and ended up crashing to the plastic tiled surface of the kitchen floor along with several sets of tupper wear.
"Wake up sleepy head!!!" Hannah screamed in his ear as she knelt next to the still very groggy and confused black-haired one.
"Evil woman!" He attempted to take a swing at her from where he lay in a puddle of water floundering around on the slippery kitchen floor.
"Je suis la diabla! (I am the devil (French))" Hannah chided as she swiftly leapt to her feet and skipped out of the kitchen only to ram head long in her gleeful flight right into Trowa.
"Pourquoi?"(Why(French)) Inquired Trowa.
"Because I take way to much joy in that." Hannah slipped out of the way so that Trowa would see what she had currently done in the department of waking up Wufei.
Trowa just shook his head and smiled slightly which caught Hannah off guard. He turned away from Wufei and went to the couch where Heero and Relena where busy catching what was going to be the last of their "Z's". Pilot 01's eyes snapped open as Trowa poked him lightly in the shoulder, and at first the pilot didn't seem to have anything wrong with him until he finally realized that he probably shouldn't have had that last bottle the night before and his eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his head back against the couch. Reluctantly after a few minutes, Heero stood up slowly and carefully, as not to wake up Relena, and carried the girl's sleeping figure out of the door and towards the dorm room they shared (Trinity had been officially kicked out the night before). Hannah regarded this with more than slight amusement.
She then looked over at Wufei, who was trying to dry himself off and wasn't being able to accomplish that, and laughed. He turned quickly to face her and gave her his best "you'll regret this" glare, which only resulted in her laughing even more. She walked quickly over to Trinity and picked her up (still on that mocha chino), her friend's tall body looking very funny flung over her shoulder, and got ready to carry her friend to her dorm. She was on a mission. Before she left though, she stuck her head inside the door of the kitchen and reminded the wet one, "Je suis la diable!"
"Evil woman!!" Wufei yelled after her as he chucked his towel at her, missing her by centimeters as she retreated into the haven of the hallway. He glanced over at Trowa from whom he had thought he heard a laugh from, but all he found was Trowa with his hands rammed into his pockets, absentmindedly whistling a tune. "And you side with these girls?"
Trowa smirked, his back to Wufei as he commented, "You must admit they do make life a little more interesting, as well as light hearted."
"There is no time for play during war," Wufei spat as he stormed towards the door to find himself a cup of coffee, "It only causes the weak to get injured. This is not a game."
Trowa's smirk faded as he opened the window blinds and gazed out towards the campus grounds. "Of course there isn't. You should understand by now that we all know that."
"Even he does." Wufei remarked roughly as he obviously indicated the only other person, though still sleeping, in the room, who was Duo still attacked by his braid to the fan.
Trowa shut the blinds again and turned towards Wufei. "I would think that he knows that now even more than the rest of us do."Wufei's face dropped; his angry expression turned to sheepish as he slowly left the room, grabbing the wet towel to continue drying himself off on the way to his room.
His green eyes shut as he released a deep sigh before finally attempting to deal with the situation at hand; it was going to take hours to get everything back to normal. Somebody was going to pay for messing up his side of the room, and it wasn't going to be anyone that wasn't in the immediate room; it was going to be fun to watch Duo attempt to get himself down from the fan without his help. His smile returned in the privacy of his own room as he envisioned the scene in his head.
***
"Wake up sunshine!!!" Hannah yelled into her sleeping friend's ear as the blonde leaned toward Trinity's face. At least, Trinity thought she was yelling, but in fact Hannah was actually whispering quite softly.
The brunette groaned as the light flooded into her eyes and realized that morning had in fact come to make her life a living hell. "Make it stooooopppppppp," Trinity whispered to her friend as she tried to roll over to her other side and found out that it wasn't a very good idea; the room seemed to enjoy tilting in all directions when she lay on that side. She didn't exactly enjoy the boat effect very much as she didn't necessarily want to get sea sick on dry ground and especially not in Hannah's bed as the blonde would kill her if anything happened to her green blanket.
The light hearted (probably because she was the only one without a killer headache) one skipped gleefully over to the curtains. "There's plenty of natural light out here!" Hannah flung open the blinds and the room filled with the bright rays.
"Dun yell!" Trinity screamed as she stuck her head under the pillow in a vain attempt to hide from the horrid monster others lovingly called morning.
"Oh, but you have to get up," Hannah ordered as she poked Trinity's side. "You just have to see Duo. It looked like somebody braided his hair to the ceiling fan!" Hannah flung herself into the kitchen with amazing speed as she began to whisk up something to wake her friend up.
"Now that's the only part of the night that I remember at all," Trinity said, slightly smiling. She slowly sat up in her bead, her hand immediately going to her head as her temples pounded. It was just like in band when she was forced to sit right between the percussion section and the trombones, only now she knew that something could actually hurt her more than that. If she could have thought at that moment, she would have certainly been enlightened by that profound discovery.
Hannah glanced over to her friend, seeing that she was attempting (may I stress ATTEMPTING) to get out of bed and stand on her own to feet. After realizing that Trinity looked a great deal happier than she had seconds earlier, and had a cruel, mischievous grin plastered on her face, she inquired excitedly, "For the love of pants!" A spatula flew against the wall in her excitement. "It was you who did that?!"
"Right after he tried to kiss me," Trinity said, smiling harder right before she took a nose dive for the floor after attempting to ram her leg into her pants leg and missing by a good three inches. The dang pants just didn't seem like they wanted to stand still as she struggled to get the wriggling pair of garments on.
"Trrriiieeddd to kiss you?! Oh really! That's quite interesting. . . . . you know a picture's worth a thousand words!" Hannah bent down behind the counter, half because she was still attempting to find her green spatula and half because she was hiding from Trinity. It was her turn to smile as she began searching for her spatula somewhere along the wall.
The bean-pole's head jumped out from behind the bed and gazed towards the kitchen. Trinity's eyebrow's leapt from the tops of her eyes as she gave a very stupid look of confusion. "What did you say?"
"Oh nothing."
"I distantly heard you say something about a picture," Trinity remarked as she stood up, her pants on backwards, but in her mind, either way was just fine. She was attempting to think about what Hannah could possibly be talking about, but nothing was coming to her. "Do explain. In this state, I can't seem to remember what happened last night...let alone what just happened a minute ago.
Oh this is just too perfect, Hannah realized as she reached into her pant pockets and retrieved a small snap shot that, as she had said it perfectly, told a thousand words about last night. She slunk towards Trinity, enjoying the look her friend was giving her and she stuck the picture right in front of the brown eyes. It showed Trinity's and Duo's spin the bottle, completely drunken kiss last night (as well as the drunken Quatre in the background giving the camera a peace sign). "So, do you enjoy what these words say to you?" Hannah flipped the picture back into her pocket and jumped away from Trinity before she could take it all in.
Trinity stared at Hannah with absolute horror. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!" She put her head in her hands as she flung herself back onto the bed. "When did I do that?!"
"I took it last night. Live performance. It's amazing what you can fit into a Silence Glaive!" Hannah commented, referring to the camera she had hidden in there. She danced her way back into the kitchen; the toast was beginning to burn.
The brunette rolled around in agony on her bed, trying to forget what she had already forgotten. "I don't believe that." She shot up straight in bed and glanced over at Hannah. "Do you think he remembers either?" Her mind was actually starting to process the few spare brain cells she left over for a rainy day. "He did have more...much more, to drink that I did. Maybe he can't remember anything either."
"It's possible," the blonde surmised. She pointed a scolding spatula at her friend. "But hey! Maybe you won't drink next time!"
"You truly don't have to worry about that. I think I'll punch Duo in the stomach for brining the drinks." She rolled off the bed and onto the floor; it was much cooler and more comfortable than the bed in her current state.
"You better get up soon! We get to pilot mobilly suit thing-a-ma-bobbers," Hannah ordered as she set out the plates on the table. She realized her hands were shaking as she tried to pour out the juice into the glasses. Stupid moble suits, she thought to herself as she made her hand steady. She didn't know if she was quite ready to get into a mobile suit; something was stopping her from even thinking about it.
A groan from Trinity over on the shag carpet cut Hannah's thoughts off short. "That's today? Shmuck." She pulled the covers off of the bed savagely and over her head once again. There was not a person in the world that was going to make her do something like that. Not today. She was just going to lie there and bask in the coolness of the floor.
"I don't think anyone is even going to be able to pilot today. Duo had three bottles plus some of mine too. . . . and yours. . . . and Heero's. Okay, so maybe everyone else's, but that doesn't cover up the fact that you had one and three-fourths bottles!" Hannah yelled at her friend who she realized had gone into a cocoon mood. "I'm not even sure if you're going to be able to stand up...but you'll have to because I made breakfast and you're eating it no matter what."
"Where's the aspirin?" Trinity inquired with another moan as her hand reached out from under the blanket.
"Who said you're getting any aspirin from me? I don't have any pity for you! Trowa might, but he's not here right now," Hannah declared with an evil grin. She walked over to the brunette cowering from the day on the floor and ripped the blanket off her friend before she could get a hold on the thing. "You need to at least eat the--"
Suddenly a long scream erupted through the halls of the dorms. "TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Duo's voice resonated around the room for a couple minutes before it finally faded away. It was now known as the scream heard 'round the dorm.
"Dun yell Duo!" Trinity whined as she crawled into the dark recesses of the bed, only to be pulled out quickly by Hannah who wasn't going to let her get away without some breakfast. It wasn't everyday Hannah bothered with a fancy breakfast and Trinity was the last person in the world that she was going to let out of eating it.
"You should feel honored," the blonde declared as she pulled her friend over to the table.
***
"You're not going to be able to get me outside," Trinity declared as she clung to the bed covers, her nails digging into the fluffy material with a patented death grip. There was two things that she was not going to do that day: go out into the sunlight and move. Hannah begged to differ as she attempted to un-pry her friend from the mattress.
The blonde flung down the feet of her friend with an exasperated sigh; there had to be some way that she could get Trinity out of the room. Not that she actually wanted to go and learn how to pilot mobily suit thingys, in fact the very thought of it made her armpits itch (which wasn't a good thing in Hannah terms). Then it dawned on her.
"You're going to leave this room in one minute, otherwise you will be scarred for life."
Trinity snorted slightly and shook her head in denial; there wasn't a prayer in the world for her Hannah realized. Maybe she would warn her one last time.
"Get out while you still can!" She screamed in a mournful cry as if someone had just died. It was very possible that someone would in just a few seconds.
Trinity's head shot up from where she was attempted to hide under the bed from both the sun and the blonde. "What in hell are you going to do anyway?"
"Something. Let's call it an early birthday present."
There was a slight pause in the conversation as the two sat there. Suddenly Hannah blinked and bolted for the door. "Thar she blows! Or I...depends on how you--" Trinity could no longer hear her as her friend was too far out of the room by that time.
Suddenly it hit; the stench crept into her nostrils and flooded into her cranium. She was going to going to pass out if she didn't leave the room very quickly.
"OH MY GOD!" She was out of the room before she hit the word "god" and was close on Hannah's heels.
The blonde turned towards her friend which had gone a bit greener in the face than she had been seconds before. Her eyebrow raised slightly and a sadistic smirk covered her face as the two ran towards the parking lot.
"Noxious Gas Hannah!" Trinity screamed at her as they rounded the curve and she was blasted by the sun.
Hannah blinked, then smiled at the name. "How in the world can you run, dear child? Adrenaline?"
Trinity felt the nausea come flooding back as she almost passed out on the hot, black concrete. Hannah's outstretched arm stopped her inches from the ground. Trinity's brown eyes bored right into Hannah's blue, eyebrows raised. "What. In. The. World. Was. That?"
"What was what?" Hannah asked as a van was pulling up right besides them. The two didn't know what hit them when they were all of a sudden whisked into the back seat of the vechical. "Now," Hannah turned to find Trinity sitting at her left, "The better question would be: what the hell was that?" She peered over the front seats to see Trowa driving the grey van to who knows where.
Quatre, she found, was sitting shotgun next to his friend, the only difference was that Quatre had acquired the most ungodly pair of sunglasses she had ever seen (he had obviously borrowed from one of his sisters). After she turned to glance at her right, she figured out that Heero sat there next to her, as well as Wufei who was attempting to fling himself into the back seats.
Her question had been answered: Heero and Wufei, in the parking lot, with the van. They had quickly hefted the two unsuspecting girls through the door and flung them onto the seats. It had been quite a trip.
"Where are we going?" Hannah inquired of the guys around her. She found Duo in the back seat completely clothed in his usual black entourage, with an addition of a black hat and sunglasses. His expression was anything but that of joy and rapture at being left to hang by his braid. She turned back towards Trinity who still looked like she was going to pass out cold.
Quatre turned his blonde head to glance back at her from the front and explained, "Actually, we can't trust you guys to know where exactly we're going so.." He glanced at the guys sitting in the seat behind them.
All of a sudden, the world for the two girls went black. Trinity thanked the gods that someone had put out the sun, but Hannah wasn't exactly enthralled about the whole situation. "This isn't lookin' good." She attempted as best as she could to glance towards Trinity. "Am I the only special one, or have you joined me as well?"
"I'm always special," Trinity grumbled as her headache throbbed louder.
"Well, thank you captain obvious."
"That hurt me right here."
"I can't see you dolt."
"And who's problem is that?"
"Wouldn't you two just SHUT UP!" Duo more than asked, cutting the two off as he finished tying Trinity's blindfold over her eyes with one last vicious tug at the naught. Out of everyone, his hangover had to be the most "special".
Trinity's head exploded with a new sort of wonderful pain at the final tug Duo gave. "What the hell was that for?!" She yelled and tired to whack him with her hand, missed, spun around full circle and ended up sprawled on the floor. The van took that moment to give a great lurch and she was tossed up against the driver's seat. Her hand went straight for her blindfold to rip it off so she could continue her fight on fair playing grounds, but Heero's outstretched hand stopped her in mid action. Getting the idea, she slunk back down against the driver's seat on the floor.
Cobalt blue eyes gazed down at the sulking girl on the car floor. He knew that the terrible pounding in his head wasn't solely from her and Hannah's bickering, but whether or not she was responsible for it, she happened to be the unlucky person who he took his rage out on. He had attempted to forget about what had happened with Hidle through the many bottles of wine he had stored within his piles of clothing, but of course it had back fired on him once again.
He came out of his thoughts as the figure on the floor moved; Duo then realized that Trinity had just stuck her tongue out at him (or rather in his general direction). A small smile grew on his solemn face as he watched her make stupid faces at him, then at Hannah. He felt his bad mood, though unfortunately not his headache, slowly lift out of him. There was no way he could stay angry when there was a girl sitting in front of him making faces that looked remarkably like a bird.
It's almost disturbing that she's so light hearted after everything that's happened to her, he mused as he glanced out the van's window next to him and at the streets and trees they were passing by on the way. Then again, I'm always joking around in the midst of battles. Duo chuckled a little bit as he remembered how Quatre had told him he had an unfair advantage over his enemies: he could annoy them to death.
The van slowly came to a smooth, gliding stop; Trowa was driving very carefully as to not arrose the wrath of his friends who were currently feeling a wrath of a different kind. He hoped from the driver's side and opened the door behind him to find Trinity sitting on the floor, arms crossed in a very defiant manner, making strange faces at the others she was facing. He was amazed at the range of movements she could make her features go into, but his expression remained blank as he grabbed her hand and pulled her carefully out of the care.
"We're here," Quatre informed the others, seemingly wanting to become mister obvious. Duo and Wufei followed Heero out of the car after he had grabbed Hannah and pulled her along with him.
The two were lead by the boys, still blindfolded, to what seemed to be a gravel road, though one can't be too sure of these things while blindfolded. When they finally stopped, Trowa and Heero removed their blindfolds and allowed the girls to glance around for a bit.
Hannah was the first to respond to their surroundings. "Where in pants name are we?"
Spider webs and dust lay around the place as if it had been set there by a decorator. The ceiling, though very tall, seemed to have many holes in it and the sun glided down through them, scattering light on the concrete floor below. Dust balls flooded the suns raise, causing the room to seem smokey and unclear. The walls on all four sides didn't contain one window and the only opening that they could tell was the door they had just entered from.
"Why, exactly, are we here now?" Trinity inquired of everyone, thanking the gods silently that there wasn't very many windows and the lighting was generally very dim.
"We're going to give you a very basic training in piloting mobile suits, just in case there is ever a time when we need your assistance in battle," Heero explained as he walked over to what seemed to be a large panel filled with many multi-colored, shiny buttons.
"Battle," Trinity mumbled under her breath as she drew pictures with her foot in the dust that covered the floor completely.
Suddenly, the dust shook slightly and the floor in front of her began to split open. Five mobile suits rose seemingly from out of the floor. Trinity didn't know a thing about mobile suits, but it seemed that these were some sort of older mobile that had been retrieved just recently and then made to look more, as she would describe it, "shiny" (AKA, they had been redone and ''souped' up). They were still nothing compared to the Gundams she had seen on the news during the last couple of years.
"Mobilly suit thingys!! Although. . . I'm kinda afraid of them. . . . but that's okay, " Hannah exclaimed, obviously worried as her voice cracked. She looked the mobile suits up and down as if trying to remember something or figure out that she was dreaming. "Unless I have to get in it." Her whole body started shaking all of a sudden, but it left as quickly as it had came, though she still felt very cold as she took a step back away from the suits.
"Well, you're gonna have to do that, " Trinity commented, grinning wickedly and oblivious to the change in Hannah's usual giddy attitude as she too gazed up at the suits.
Hannah finally got into control of her emotions and body. She whacked Trinity across the back of the head for her remark as she yelled, "Shut up, drunk!"
"YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT ANYMORE AND WATCH THE HEAD!!!" Trinity declared as she put her throbbing head into her hands, closing her eyes so that even the smallest rays of light couldn't get into them.
"Let's get started," Heero ordered. He had a very bad hang over and right now wanted to hurt someone; that someone could very possibly be anyone who got in his way of this mission of training the two. That, and he didn't want any more yelling between the two girls because it was sending his headache up the scale of pain. He reached over and pulled down the lever to create zero gravity in the old hanger, much to the surprise of the uninformed girls, and everyone started to slowly lift off the ground.
That was when it happened; Hannah snapped. She started screaming and babbling about the suits and space, and it was all Trowa and Trinity could do to shove her into the mobile suit. They were just getting her strapped in, when the limbs stopped flying and kicking. Hannah suddenly seemed just as normal as ever as she glared into the eyes of her assaulters.
"I must get bigger!!" Hannah declared as Trowa strapped her into the seat. "My dream, my new one anyway, is to become a sumo wrestler."
"Since when did this come up?" Trintiy inquired. She didn't wait for the answer though, as she was worried Hannah would dive out of the suit any time so Trowa hurriedly pushed off of the cockpit, and Trowa shut the door.
"No! I'm afraid!!" Hannah screamed. Sweat started dripping down the back of her neck as she fumbled around with the clasp on the seatbelt, but much to her dismay she couldn't figure exactly how it worked. "Aurora can pilot for me!!" Her voice echoed through the hanger from out of the loudspeakers.
"I'm piloting at the same time anyway," Trinity said as she hopped into her suit and got everything ready on her side. She had been in one of the suits before, but never had she actually attempted to make it move or do anything else; this was going to be interesting. Her head fell into her hand as her headache ate away at her mental thought.
Duo, Heero, and Wufei were the ones that decided they would teach the girls how to pilot. Duo had been forced into it by Quatre and Trowa who wanted him to pay as much as possible for the night before. It was general knowledge that Wufei intended to get his revenge from Hannah for the mornings events.
"Can I pass out now?" Hannah inquired of the group as she slunk down into her cushy seat and tried to not push the buttons out in front of her. That was getting to be quite a challenge though as some of them were quite shiny, and it intrigued her as to what they all accomplished.
"No," Trowa put in simply from where he stood next to Quatre on the hangers floor amongst the dust bunnies and such. He crossed his arms defiantly and stared up at Hannah's mobile suit in a silent dare for her to leave the cockpit.
"Dang it," Hannah grumbled as she fiddled around with the seat belt a bit. It was starting to cut off the circulation to her legs as Trinity obviously didn't have a clue how to tighten the thing correctly. The unpleasant tingling started to build in her legs; what a great and joyous day it was.
"Okay." Duo was looking up at the ceiling of his cockpit with a great look of disgust. This was the last thing that he wanted to do that day. First of all, there had been a really great soap on that he had intended to watch, and secondly, his head was about ready to explode. "Do you girls have any idea what you're doing?"
"Not a fudgin' clue,"Trinity and Hannah chorused. It sent shivers down the guys' spines as to how in the world they could talk in perfect unison together; they were not going to ask any questions.
"Press the red button marked 'on' to turn it on," Duo remarked sarcastically. He and the other guys did just that, and the suits jolted into life. Dust from the hanger shot everywhere as they brought their suits into standing position. Their vision finally cleared after the dust began to slowly sink to the floor once again.
"No really, Duo," Trinity shot back. She was still slightly disgruntled about the whole blindfold thing.
"Thank you captain obvious," Hannah remarked as she pushed the button timidly. She gripped the seat tightly as the suit jerked upright.
"Now see that joystick?" Duo continued with his lesson for the utterly helpless.
"Yes!" the girls cried; they seemed to think otherwise. They may not be the quickest bunch, but they weren't the ''utterly helpless' in the least, and neither one of them was the least bit blind.
"How dumb do you think we are?" Trinity asked.
"Well-- " Duo started to comment.
"Mission accepted," Heero interrupted as he moved his suit to smack Duo's in the head. Everyone was getting sick of Duo's attitude that moment, and he had simply accepted the mission to make him shut his whiney mouth. He turned on his intercom and explained to the girls, "Just use it like you would a gaming joystick. Right for right, left for left."
"Really," Trinitys said as she keenly pushed the joystick forward; maybe it wasn't going to be so hard after all. Or so she thought.
The controls were a lot more sensitive than she had figured on them being, so her suit collided right into Hannah's, and the two went suits scratched like nails on a chalkboard as they rammed together. Dust again rose into the air, and no one could do anything about it until it settled once again.
"Learn to pilot a mobily sit thingy for God's sakes!!!" Hannah screamed into her intercom at Trinity. "I nearly wet myself that time!"
"I'm TRYING to do just that!" Trinity flung back.
"Quiet, both of you. To fly, hold down the green button on the joystick and steer," Heero said impatiently. There was no way that he was going to let the two of them get into another death match; this time they were in suits and that could just endanger everyone's lives. Plus, he didn't need their bickering every second of the day.
"This is going to be interesting," Quatre mumbled to himself with a smile as he regarded the two girls' suits from the floor of the hanger.
The girls pushed down the button and shot up towards the ceiling of the hanger. They felt as if their bodies were being pressed down into the seats as they climbed higher and higher, Hannah finally stopping her ascent as her suit ceased its movement in midair.
"I don't like heights, I don't like heights!!!! I've never ever been in an airplane!!" Hannah screamed into the intercom as the others winced at her shrill voice. A lone drip of sweat started trickling slowly down her forehead as she glanced around, eyes wide with terror as she searched for an escape.
"Weeeee!!!" Trinity didn't hear her friend's call of fear over her own joyous scream. "This is just like a roller coaster, or . . . ummm. . . .flying!!!" She lifted her finger off of the green button and came to a slow, gradual stop just under the ceiling of the hanger. After realizing her friend wasn't exactly up as high as her, she changed her view so she could look down at the blonde's suit.
"It is flying," Duo said in his own charismatic little way (it WAS loved by millions) as he crossed his arms in his suit and just watched with slight amusement to Trinity as she started attempting to descend to her friend.
Trowa's lone green eye glanced up at the two from where he was standing by Quatre and it sparkled slightly as he informed, "The easiest and simplest way to shoot something is the trigger under the joy stick. You can try it out if you wish, as long as you don't hit the walls of the hanger."
"Or us," Duo grumbled.
"THAT'S OK!!! I'd rather not!" Hannah slunk away in fear from the joystick. She wasn't even going to try to shoot anything; it just wasn't her thing and she was sure that she would have terrible aim though she had never tried. In spite of this, she had to admit that it did sound like fun; fire was one thing that she enjoyed playing with. Big explosions, even better. And there was nothing better than fire AND big explosions, as long as she was far away and there was no possibility of her getting injured
"What's the matter, Hannah?" Tirnity asked, menacingly as she realized her friend's hesitation to try out their new ''toy'.
"Can't I use this instead?" Hannah questioned as she randomly pulled her Silence Glaive out from behind her; her nerves were reaching their breaking point and she wasn't quite sure what she was going to end up doing when they snapped.
"No," Quatre informed her as kindly as he could, though very bluntly.
"It's not like I'm going to kill anyone! Why in hell do I need to know this!? I can just go around and do just fine with my Silence Glaive here...there is no reason that--"
"Great. Weak women," Wufei interrupted from over to the girls' left where he and the other two pilots were standing and gazing up at the girls.
That was when Hannah's last nerve broke. There was no stopping her after that; her thought process had completely left her. "That's it you male chauvinist pig!! Eat my ammo!!!" She shrieked as she unloaded on his suit, catching Wufei completely off guard.
Wufei quickly responded and turned his suit out of the line of fire as he cursed up a storm under his breath. The damage, though, was already done and his cockpit was smoking. Sparks flew up at his face as he opened up the door and flung himself into the air as to get away from the smoldering suit. "What were you thinking?!"
"Go Hannannah!!" Trinity congratulated her friend as she finally figured out how to descend down to Hannah's level.
"Do you have a death wish as well?!" Hannah sung her suit around to face Trinity's, but the controls, as Trinity had found them, were a lot more sanative then she would ever have imagined and she plowed right into the wall with a resounding thud.
"That is so it!" Hannah started pressing the buttons on the control panel at random, hoping that one would be the cockpit door and not a self destruct device. When the large, metal door finally swung open, she quickly unbuckled herself with shaky hands and flung herself out into the gravityless air. She couldn't believe what she had just done as she slowly floated to the ground; hating heights and jumping from a high altitude wasn't a very good combination, but anything to get her out of the mobile suit was fine for her. As she landed on the ground, she sank to her knees and kissed it over and over again.
"Like the ground?" Trinity asked as she landed next to her friend, smirking slightly.
"Just as a friend," Hannah responded, lifting her blonde head to glare at her friend who dared poke fun at her after what she had jut been through. The brunette one did have a death wish and she wasn't going to let her off Scott free this time.
The guys found them there. On the floor. Hannah's lips only inches away from it.
"That was interesting," Heero crossed his arms as he looked to Hannah who was still kneeling on the ground. The blond slowly straitened up and looked the Perfect soldier in the eye with a mixture of hatred and awe. He seemed so unemotional and detached when he was in his mobile suit; she felt almost uneasy around someone who didn't freak out when they pressed the trigger of a gun.
"The lesson is over," Duo declared, relieved as he appeared from behind Heero. "We figure that we can almost trust Trinity with a mobile suit, but there is no way that we will ever give the controls of anything to Hannah. Unless we need someone to man the fire arms." He smirked slightly at the image in his head of Wufei leaping out of his smoking suit; it had been, he had to admit, the most entertaining thing he had seen that day.
"Good riddance to the things," Hannah declared, turning around and glaring towards the suits. She had no wish to ever enter one again, at least not by her own free will. "But you're right. I do have the missles down,"she said, smiling evilly. "Right, Wufei?" Her blonde head turned to glance over her shoulder at the charred child.
"Serves you right," Trinity informed Wufei, her face forming into a smirk as well. The dust was beginning to settle as she glanced up at the forms of the mobile suits in the hanger, a small chill running down her spine. She shook it off and tried to think about something else. Then a very funny thought popped into her mind as she turned around to face Wufei as well. "Now you've been beaten by a woman."

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