ELLO PEOPLES!!!
Pixie: no one has read your story, so chill and shut up.
Ami: *grumbles something* how come your the only one who ever talks to me? What of my other muses?
Morder: we jus love ta watch you two fight, dat's all
Ami: oh hahaha...
Dusk: awe... *sarcastically* don't worry you little angel... none of us hate you
Ami: YAY!!
Pixie: Dusk?
Dusk: yes?
Pixie: none of us do hate her
Dusk: i know. THEY don't know that though...
Pixie: ahh...
Ami: *blinks*
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Almost Caught
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Duo sighed. He looked up at Deathscythe, just sitting there, doing nothing.
"Your gonna rust up soon enough buddy..." he muttered. There was a beeping, and Duo looked over to his computer in a desk in the corner of the hanger.
He walked over, and after pushing some papers and various other things away, sat down and clicked on the message. Heero's face appeared, looking sternly at him.
"We're needed," he said mutely.
"What?" Duo blinked. "For what?"
"Theres a threat to Relena," Heero said.
"Oh," Duo sighed, and leaned back into his chair. "Well then Heero, go off and save her like you always do."
"Its more complicated then that..."
"How?"
"There's a threat to war... the threat is that war will start when one of two people die. General Mason or one of Relena's maids. If General Mason is killed, the threat says that Relena will be killed as well, but only after 21 days. If one of her maids is killed, she will die after 97 days."
"So... another war, and Relena dying?" Duo sighed. "So I have to go to Sanc?"
"No," Heero shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes. "We want you to get in touch with the Sweepers, and upgrade Deathscythe to the best of your ability. Then bring it to Sanc. We believe that if a war does break out, not only will we have to protect Relena 24/7, but we'll have to be better then before..."
"Alright," Duo nodded. "I'll see ya later buddy."
Heero only nodded, and then the com link cut off. Duo sighed, and stood up straight. He ran his hand through his bangs, and then smiled up at Deathscythe.
"Looks like God has answered our prayers..." he muttered. "Come on... let's get going..."
~*~
Viviana, or Vi as she liked to be called, exited the shuttle that she was on. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, and then started down the street.
After a few minutes, she came to a cafe. There she found a table at the back, already occupied by two men. She sat down anyways, and looked boredly at them.
"This is your secret meeting place?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"People lest suspect things right under their noses," one of them smiled, as he looked her up and down. Vi reminded herself that she needed the money.
"Well?" Vi asked, looking at both of them. "What is it exactly that I have to do?"
"Kill one General Mason."
"There must be something else..."
"You have to poison his drink that he has everyday after he comes back from his meetings. A maid drops the glass off in his room early, and he makes it himself when he comes back."
They put a briefcase onto the table. Vi opened it, to reveal two shiny glasses and a silver platter.
"Two?" Vi blinked.
"Ones to mix it in," one of the men explained. "And the other to drink out of. Now... you also have to leave this underneath his pillows. Got it girly?"
"Yeah," Vi blinked, and took the letter. She closed the briefcase and placed it at her feet. "And I'm guessing the interior of the glasses is glazed with poison? Now... I have to dress up as a maid, yadda yadda yadda. I got it. I'll be done by the end of the week."
"No," the guy closest to the end put a hand out as she tried to stand up; it grazed over her breast, and he retracted it quickly as she glared at him. "It hasto be done today. Got it?"
"Yeah," she muttered. "I got it. I'll see ya then." She got up, and left. Now she needed to find out where he was staying and break in before he had his drink...
~*~
Trowa sighed inwardly, as he watched General Mason walk around his room and collect his things. General Mason agreed to having someone stay in his room at all times just to make sure that nothing happened to him or to the room that would infect him.
He didn't even know about Wufei waiting for him to leave so that he could follow him.
"Good day Mr. Barton," he waved as he left. Trowa just watched him, and stood up when the door closed. He walked into the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee.
He sat down at the small table there, waiting for it to be finish, when there was a knock at the door. Standing up again, he walked over to it it time to hear a faint voice say 'room service'.
'Their early today...' he thought to himself.
He opened the door, like he always did. The girl standing there wasn't the usual girl that cleaned the room. She looked shocked to see him.
"Hello," she smiled at him. Trowa just nodded, and let her pass. He was wary of her, so he kept an eye on her, but let her do her work. "Um... I can leave if you like."
"I won't be leaving anytime soon," Trowa said mutely, gracing her with his words. "So it be best if you work around me."
"Yes, yes," she nodded to herself. "Of course..." she standed there for a moment, looking around the almost perfectly spotless room. Then she heard the coffee maker. "Oh! That will be done soon... why don't I just get it for you?"
"That's alright," Trowa grabbed her arm as she tried to get past him. Instintly, she turned, and grabbing his elbow and upper arm, proceeded to flip him over her shoulder. He flipped himself tightly in the air, and landed cat-like between two pieces of funiture.
"I'm sorry!" she appologized. "It's just a reaction to when people grab me like that... Sono cosí dolente!(1)"
Trowa raised an eyebrow at this. Not at her appology... though it was impressive, it was believable. It was that she could speak Italian...
"Lei parla l'italiano?(2)" he questioned, standing up and taking a step towards her. "Dove lei ha imparato l'italiano?(3)" The girl kept quiet, and went to the kitchen.
Trowa followed her, still wary, but some worry lifted off of his shoulders. He watched her make his coffee. It was almost as if she read his mind, because she made it exactly how he liked it...
"Ringraziarlo,(4)" Trowa said, nodding as he took it from her hands. He brought it to his lips... but stopped. There was something fishy about this...
He put down the cup, and she smiled up at him warmly. He looked her up and down studying her carefully. THEN he noticed something out of place.
"Che è il suo nome?(5)" He asked, still in Italian. It was more comfortable for him.
"My name? Why do you want to know my name?" She asked quickly, changing back to English. She went over to the sink, and started to clean the dishs there.
"Would you like a sip?" Trowa asked, walking up behind her and holding the cup of coffee in front of her.
"I'm not thirsty," She said simply, not looking at it. Trowa simply dumped it down the drain, and then placed it into the sink. He had to lean forward, and brushed against her. He smelled vanilla on her...
He pulled away, and went back over to the table. He sat down, and waited for her to finish up. Then she started to rush around, cleaning up everything that she could.
After she was done, which was in about 15 minutes, she started to set up General Mason's drinks...
"No," Trowa said simply. "He can wait until tomorrow to get a hangover." The girl looked in slight distress, but nodded.
"Of course..." she bit her lip. "But I was told to set this up for him..."
"Your too early."
"I have a lot of rooms to do. I clean the most important ones first."
"And what if I don-" she silenced him by placing her lips over his. She sat down in his lap, and dragged his face up to meet her as her tongue worked wonders on making him forget how to think...
Then he pushed her away, and stood up.
"Now I really think your up to something," he said. "Leave." He sat back down, and didn't say another word. He had said much to much already... all because he was shocked that she could speak Italian.
Hesitantly, she packed up the glasses, and left.
~*~
"Damn it..." Vi cursed as she left. He hadn't taken her that long to find the place. She knocked out one of the maids, and started off to the room. But she didn't expect him to be there.
HE ruined it all...
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(1)I'm so sorry!
(2)You speak Italian?
(3)Where did you learn Italian?
(4)Thank you
(5)What is your name?
Pixie: no one has read your story, so chill and shut up.
Ami: *grumbles something* how come your the only one who ever talks to me? What of my other muses?
Morder: we jus love ta watch you two fight, dat's all
Ami: oh hahaha...
Dusk: awe... *sarcastically* don't worry you little angel... none of us hate you
Ami: YAY!!
Pixie: Dusk?
Dusk: yes?
Pixie: none of us do hate her
Dusk: i know. THEY don't know that though...
Pixie: ahh...
Ami: *blinks*
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Almost Caught
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Duo sighed. He looked up at Deathscythe, just sitting there, doing nothing.
"Your gonna rust up soon enough buddy..." he muttered. There was a beeping, and Duo looked over to his computer in a desk in the corner of the hanger.
He walked over, and after pushing some papers and various other things away, sat down and clicked on the message. Heero's face appeared, looking sternly at him.
"We're needed," he said mutely.
"What?" Duo blinked. "For what?"
"Theres a threat to Relena," Heero said.
"Oh," Duo sighed, and leaned back into his chair. "Well then Heero, go off and save her like you always do."
"Its more complicated then that..."
"How?"
"There's a threat to war... the threat is that war will start when one of two people die. General Mason or one of Relena's maids. If General Mason is killed, the threat says that Relena will be killed as well, but only after 21 days. If one of her maids is killed, she will die after 97 days."
"So... another war, and Relena dying?" Duo sighed. "So I have to go to Sanc?"
"No," Heero shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes. "We want you to get in touch with the Sweepers, and upgrade Deathscythe to the best of your ability. Then bring it to Sanc. We believe that if a war does break out, not only will we have to protect Relena 24/7, but we'll have to be better then before..."
"Alright," Duo nodded. "I'll see ya later buddy."
Heero only nodded, and then the com link cut off. Duo sighed, and stood up straight. He ran his hand through his bangs, and then smiled up at Deathscythe.
"Looks like God has answered our prayers..." he muttered. "Come on... let's get going..."
~*~
Viviana, or Vi as she liked to be called, exited the shuttle that she was on. She looked at the piece of paper in her hand, and then started down the street.
After a few minutes, she came to a cafe. There she found a table at the back, already occupied by two men. She sat down anyways, and looked boredly at them.
"This is your secret meeting place?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"People lest suspect things right under their noses," one of them smiled, as he looked her up and down. Vi reminded herself that she needed the money.
"Well?" Vi asked, looking at both of them. "What is it exactly that I have to do?"
"Kill one General Mason."
"There must be something else..."
"You have to poison his drink that he has everyday after he comes back from his meetings. A maid drops the glass off in his room early, and he makes it himself when he comes back."
They put a briefcase onto the table. Vi opened it, to reveal two shiny glasses and a silver platter.
"Two?" Vi blinked.
"Ones to mix it in," one of the men explained. "And the other to drink out of. Now... you also have to leave this underneath his pillows. Got it girly?"
"Yeah," Vi blinked, and took the letter. She closed the briefcase and placed it at her feet. "And I'm guessing the interior of the glasses is glazed with poison? Now... I have to dress up as a maid, yadda yadda yadda. I got it. I'll be done by the end of the week."
"No," the guy closest to the end put a hand out as she tried to stand up; it grazed over her breast, and he retracted it quickly as she glared at him. "It hasto be done today. Got it?"
"Yeah," she muttered. "I got it. I'll see ya then." She got up, and left. Now she needed to find out where he was staying and break in before he had his drink...
~*~
Trowa sighed inwardly, as he watched General Mason walk around his room and collect his things. General Mason agreed to having someone stay in his room at all times just to make sure that nothing happened to him or to the room that would infect him.
He didn't even know about Wufei waiting for him to leave so that he could follow him.
"Good day Mr. Barton," he waved as he left. Trowa just watched him, and stood up when the door closed. He walked into the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee.
He sat down at the small table there, waiting for it to be finish, when there was a knock at the door. Standing up again, he walked over to it it time to hear a faint voice say 'room service'.
'Their early today...' he thought to himself.
He opened the door, like he always did. The girl standing there wasn't the usual girl that cleaned the room. She looked shocked to see him.
"Hello," she smiled at him. Trowa just nodded, and let her pass. He was wary of her, so he kept an eye on her, but let her do her work. "Um... I can leave if you like."
"I won't be leaving anytime soon," Trowa said mutely, gracing her with his words. "So it be best if you work around me."
"Yes, yes," she nodded to herself. "Of course..." she standed there for a moment, looking around the almost perfectly spotless room. Then she heard the coffee maker. "Oh! That will be done soon... why don't I just get it for you?"
"That's alright," Trowa grabbed her arm as she tried to get past him. Instintly, she turned, and grabbing his elbow and upper arm, proceeded to flip him over her shoulder. He flipped himself tightly in the air, and landed cat-like between two pieces of funiture.
"I'm sorry!" she appologized. "It's just a reaction to when people grab me like that... Sono cosí dolente!(1)"
Trowa raised an eyebrow at this. Not at her appology... though it was impressive, it was believable. It was that she could speak Italian...
"Lei parla l'italiano?(2)" he questioned, standing up and taking a step towards her. "Dove lei ha imparato l'italiano?(3)" The girl kept quiet, and went to the kitchen.
Trowa followed her, still wary, but some worry lifted off of his shoulders. He watched her make his coffee. It was almost as if she read his mind, because she made it exactly how he liked it...
"Ringraziarlo,(4)" Trowa said, nodding as he took it from her hands. He brought it to his lips... but stopped. There was something fishy about this...
He put down the cup, and she smiled up at him warmly. He looked her up and down studying her carefully. THEN he noticed something out of place.
"Che è il suo nome?(5)" He asked, still in Italian. It was more comfortable for him.
"My name? Why do you want to know my name?" She asked quickly, changing back to English. She went over to the sink, and started to clean the dishs there.
"Would you like a sip?" Trowa asked, walking up behind her and holding the cup of coffee in front of her.
"I'm not thirsty," She said simply, not looking at it. Trowa simply dumped it down the drain, and then placed it into the sink. He had to lean forward, and brushed against her. He smelled vanilla on her...
He pulled away, and went back over to the table. He sat down, and waited for her to finish up. Then she started to rush around, cleaning up everything that she could.
After she was done, which was in about 15 minutes, she started to set up General Mason's drinks...
"No," Trowa said simply. "He can wait until tomorrow to get a hangover." The girl looked in slight distress, but nodded.
"Of course..." she bit her lip. "But I was told to set this up for him..."
"Your too early."
"I have a lot of rooms to do. I clean the most important ones first."
"And what if I don-" she silenced him by placing her lips over his. She sat down in his lap, and dragged his face up to meet her as her tongue worked wonders on making him forget how to think...
Then he pushed her away, and stood up.
"Now I really think your up to something," he said. "Leave." He sat back down, and didn't say another word. He had said much to much already... all because he was shocked that she could speak Italian.
Hesitantly, she packed up the glasses, and left.
~*~
"Damn it..." Vi cursed as she left. He hadn't taken her that long to find the place. She knocked out one of the maids, and started off to the room. But she didn't expect him to be there.
HE ruined it all...
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(1)I'm so sorry!
(2)You speak Italian?
(3)Where did you learn Italian?
(4)Thank you
(5)What is your name?