Disclaimer: I own OZ. I keep it in my closet next to Tom Felton and Buffy. Now, if you beleive that then you're a dumbass.
Author's Notes: Well, it took me two months to find the bagel bites. no, not really. But it seemed like a good excuse.
Duo entered the visiting room and gave Quatre a huge hug, "Man, you have no idea how much I fucking missed you!"
"I think I do," Quatre stuck his hand in his pocket, "Want some chips?"
"YES!" Duo watched as Quatre vended some chips from the machine.
"Here," Quatre handed Duo the chips, "How are you? Wufei? Angela and Melanie?"
"Angela is in solitary for the rest of her life, Melanie is a cripple, and Wufei is sucking cock to stay alive."
"On that cheerful note: I'm getting married!" Quatre smiled cheerfully.
"Way to go! TO WHO?" Duo dropped his chips and clapped Quatre on the shoulder.
"Trowa!"
"Trowa?" Duo paused, "You know, if I didn't live right next to Schillinger that might of upset me."
"Thank you, Duo," Quatre blinked, "I think."
"Speaking of Trowa, where is he?"
"Well Duo," Quatre looked unhappy, "That's kind of a problem."
"How?"
"He says... that if I love him," Quatre suddenly fumbled with his bag, "I won't come back here."
"WHAT?!" Duo dropped the chips again, "WHY?"
"He says that you are a bad infulence." Quatre stood up, "I'm sorry Duo."
"But..you're going to listen to him?" Duo stood up as well, "Quat, we've been friends forever!"
"I'm sorry Duo." Quatre walked out of the room without looking back.
Duo watched as Quatre disappeared around the corner, "Fucking faggot."
----Pancamo----
Pancamo held Angela's clipboard in one hand and a spoon in the other, "One spoonful of oorgeeeno? What the fuck is is oorgeeeno?"
"Who the fuck knows?" Joe moved over to Pancamo and took the clipboard, "Holy FUCK! She can't spell!"
"So what?" O'Riely moved over, "You can't fucking read."
"SHUT UP!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"PANCAMO!"
"What?" Pancamo pushed between Joe and O'Riely, "Maxwell?"
"It's this stuff here," Duo handed him a vile of green stuff, "And I want to hire you."
"For what?"
"I need someone dead on the outside."
"I'll consider it," Pancamo tossed the vile to Joe, "Who?"
"Trowa Barton."
----Angela----
Angela carefully swung the tank top into a makeshift rope, then knotted it around the upmost bars of the door, "Ok."
She had thoguht this paln through, there was no WAY it could go wrong. She wanted to see Melanie. Melanie was in the infermary. She had to get to the infermary. Angela slipped the tank-rope around her neck and dropped. As hse dangled trying to breath a thoght occured to her, How long would it take thhack to get here?
"FUCK!" She muttered, as the world blacked out around her.
Author's note: I made up a word. Tank-Rope. Did you like my cliff hanger? :)
Author's Notes: Well, it took me two months to find the bagel bites. no, not really. But it seemed like a good excuse.
Duo entered the visiting room and gave Quatre a huge hug, "Man, you have no idea how much I fucking missed you!"
"I think I do," Quatre stuck his hand in his pocket, "Want some chips?"
"YES!" Duo watched as Quatre vended some chips from the machine.
"Here," Quatre handed Duo the chips, "How are you? Wufei? Angela and Melanie?"
"Angela is in solitary for the rest of her life, Melanie is a cripple, and Wufei is sucking cock to stay alive."
"On that cheerful note: I'm getting married!" Quatre smiled cheerfully.
"Way to go! TO WHO?" Duo dropped his chips and clapped Quatre on the shoulder.
"Trowa!"
"Trowa?" Duo paused, "You know, if I didn't live right next to Schillinger that might of upset me."
"Thank you, Duo," Quatre blinked, "I think."
"Speaking of Trowa, where is he?"
"Well Duo," Quatre looked unhappy, "That's kind of a problem."
"How?"
"He says... that if I love him," Quatre suddenly fumbled with his bag, "I won't come back here."
"WHAT?!" Duo dropped the chips again, "WHY?"
"He says that you are a bad infulence." Quatre stood up, "I'm sorry Duo."
"But..you're going to listen to him?" Duo stood up as well, "Quat, we've been friends forever!"
"I'm sorry Duo." Quatre walked out of the room without looking back.
Duo watched as Quatre disappeared around the corner, "Fucking faggot."
----Pancamo----
Pancamo held Angela's clipboard in one hand and a spoon in the other, "One spoonful of oorgeeeno? What the fuck is is oorgeeeno?"
"Who the fuck knows?" Joe moved over to Pancamo and took the clipboard, "Holy FUCK! She can't spell!"
"So what?" O'Riely moved over, "You can't fucking read."
"SHUT UP!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"PANCAMO!"
"What?" Pancamo pushed between Joe and O'Riely, "Maxwell?"
"It's this stuff here," Duo handed him a vile of green stuff, "And I want to hire you."
"For what?"
"I need someone dead on the outside."
"I'll consider it," Pancamo tossed the vile to Joe, "Who?"
"Trowa Barton."
----Angela----
Angela carefully swung the tank top into a makeshift rope, then knotted it around the upmost bars of the door, "Ok."
She had thoguht this paln through, there was no WAY it could go wrong. She wanted to see Melanie. Melanie was in the infermary. She had to get to the infermary. Angela slipped the tank-rope around her neck and dropped. As hse dangled trying to breath a thoght occured to her, How long would it take thhack to get here?
"FUCK!" She muttered, as the world blacked out around her.
Author's note: I made up a word. Tank-Rope. Did you like my cliff hanger? :)