Chapter 13

Convention Center Capers!!!

1:56AM. Lemur City Convention Center. North Staircase.  3rd Floor.

            The 4 boys were almost at their final destination.  They were making excellent timing as well.  Perhaps they REALLY want this fic to end OR maybe because the ARCHFIEND was tromping up the stairs after them.

            "That.... FUCKING SHIRT!!!"  Puffed Wufei.  "It's ALWAYS about that FUCKING.... shirt!!!"

            ".... Less he-bitching....."  Heero uttered between breaths.  "More running.... besides it was DUMB-ASS that led it to us!!!"

            "SPARKLES!!!!  SPARKLES!!!!", the ARCHFIEND roared during breaths.

            "Give me a break—DOOR!!!" Duo was the first to make it to the door-----

            BAM!!!  The Mercenary of Death nearly knocked the door off its hinges.  Heero was close behind when he took a hold of the wrecked door, allowing Quatre and Wufei to just race through.  The Perfect Club Kid decided to wait for the ARCHFIEND to rush through and----

            WHAM!!! Heero slammed the door into ARCHFIEND so hard the large creature went rolling down the stairs and into a wall.

            "SPAR-uuuuuhhh_________" ARCHFIEND lost consciousness.

            Meanwhile Duo made his way up the tower.  He got ready to climb....

            Wufei looked at his watch.  "We got 2 minutes!!!"

            "Don't worry, I got this!" Duo assured as he climbed to the top of the tower and screamed, "HEEEEEEEEEY!  WE'RE REEEEEADY!!!"

            Wufei gawked at Duo and replied, "Uhm.... I don't think that's gonna cut it, Duo."

"Jeeez...." Quatre rolled his eyes and ran inside the Control Room next to the tower.  He located a flare gun and flares.  Quatre ran back outside.  He loaded the flare gun and fired. "This should do."

The sky was brightly lit with blazing flares.   Duo climbed down from the tower and stood around with the rest of the boys... and waited.

Heero sighed, "I hope this worked."

"Just a minute past the deadline..." Wufei spoke. He took a deep breath and looked around.  "Hey!  I see a chopper!"  He yelled. 

"Excellent."  Heero nodded.

Duo exclaimed, "YEEEAH!!!! Kick ASS!!!"

Quatre cheered, "Yaay!!!  Finally!  It's FINALLY over!!!"

2:01AM.  Lemur City Convention Center Tower.

The boys cleared the area as the chopper got ready to land....

"Down here!!!"  Quatre called out waving his hands to the pilot.

The pilot waved and suddenly something caught his eye.  "Uhhh....  DUCK!!!" He screamed, pointing past the boys and taking the chopper higher to get to a safe distance....  "DUUUUUCK!!!"

Wufei looked behind him at the control room and spotted....

"Trowa?!?!"  He gasped.  "What the HELL is THAT?!?!!"

Duo shouted, "Oh shit!!! A duck?!?!"

Heero arched his brow and mumbled, "What the FUCK!?!"

Quatre freaked out.  "No!!!  NO!!!!  TROWAAAAAAA!!!"

Trowa stood at the top of the Control Room next to his newest weapon: a GIANT Zombie Mutant Duck.  "..." he whispered to the creature.  The giant freakish duck took flight and blared:

"QWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARCK!!"

It went flying straight at the chopper! 

Heero took out his sub machine guns. Quatre reloaded out his automatic shotgun.  Duo whipped out the U-Z, and Wufei released the safety on his Chain Gun. All 4 boys opened fire at the monster duck, but to no avail!!!

"QWAAA---" KA-BOOOOOM!!!! 

The duck and the chopper collided, causing a nasty explosion.  Flames, metal, and fried duck flew everywhere! The ball of feathery destruction went crashing into the tower!!! 

"Nooooooo!!!"  Quatre screamed! 

Wufei snatched the Medic Preventer out of the falling tower's path.  They took cover near the Control Room. 

"AAAAAAh!!!!! DUCK!!!!  DUCK!!!!"  Duo screamed ducking to the ground as the large piece flaming debris started to fall his way.

Heero ran over to Duo yanked him up by his braid and hauled him over to the stairwell.  "No, BAKA.  Now is the time to run and hide!!!"

CRAAAASH!!!! 

FWOOOOOSH!!!  Flames and debris shot out all over!!!

2:15AM. Devastated Lemur City Convention Center Tower.

Quatre awoke with a THROBBING headache.  Being hit with a large metal beam from the tower he considered himself lucky.  He struggled to his feet and looked around...

"Chang-sir?!"  He looked over and spotted a VERY knocked out Wufei lying next to him.  He shoved him some more.  "Mr. Chang, sir?

Wufei stirred, he slowly opened his eyes.  "Uh.... everything HURTS....."

Quatre smiled, "I'm so glad you're ok!" He helped his superior to his feet and glanced around.  "I just hope that Heero and Duo are ok as well."

Wufei began to stomp over the ruined ground.  Quatre followed.  They discovered the heap of metal and concrete that used to be the stairwell entrance.  They gave each other side glances.  Heero and Duo must be under there! They immediately went to the pile of debris to locate the mercenaries!

"Mr. Yuy!!!  Mr. Maxwell!!!"  Quatre called out.  He shoved a piece of wall off another slab metal.  "Oh my gawd!!!  What if they are---"

Wufei frowned, "Shut-up, kid, and search!!!"  He struggled with a rather LARGE chunk of metal....  "Holy shit!!!  This is heavy as HELL!!!"

Quatre got up and staggered backward.... "Uhh.....  Wufei—that's the chopper.... and it's leaking!!!" 

Sure enough, the chopper was leaking fluid--- FUEL---and of course there was a fire nearby..... Because well Trowa was LIGHTING a MATCH.....  HUH?!?!  Brainwashed Trowa had a fucking match ---lit--- and was slowly lowering it towards the flames.

Wufei scampered backwards and yelled, "SHIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!  Trowa!!! What are you?  STUPID!!!?" He hurried over to the ledge. He looked back and shouted, "Quatre NOW is NOT the time to play buddy-buddy!  Run you goofy boy!"

Quatre ignored him and spoke out to Trowa, "Come on Frin---there's another way!  Remember: We're like family!  We pulled through during the Parasol Mansion incident...."

Trowa continued to lower the match....

Wufei stood up upon the very ledge of the tower platform.  He looked down.  Gawd I wish I didn't DO that!!! That fall was long.  Even though they were over a glass dome that is the convention center, the walkways were along the edge of the building.  If the drop went too far off---it would be a straight 100 ft drop to the glass and 5 floors worth of fall within the convention center!

"Daaaamn!"  Wufei shuddered.

"CURSE YOU, Trowa!!!!  Stop this!!!"  Quatre aimed his weapon. "Don't make me do this!!!"

Trowa narrowed his exposed eye,  "Grrrr,,,,"

"TROWA!!!"

"gRRrr...."

The Blonde Cutie lowered his weapon and implored one last time, "Please?!!"

"HSSSsssssSSSS!!!"

"What's with the damn hiss!?"  Quatre blinked.

Trowa lowered the match---- The flame moved quickly towards the chopper!!!!

"AAAAAAyh!!!" Quatre made a mad dash

Wufei jumped.  "OHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIT!!!!" 

CRAAAAASH!!!!

Quatre tackled Trowa off the opposite side of the ledge just as the chopper exploded.  They both went plummeting several stories towards the concrete side of the dome center. 

THWUMP!!!!

SQUEAK!!!

The boys continuously rolled off the side of the concrete supported dome and unto the large glass atrium, above the lobby area. Fortunately, the boys weren't really heavy and so they stayed upon the glass platform just fine.... 

Quatre scrambled to his feet.  Trowa flipped to his. 

"Is this what you want?!  DEATH and DESTRUCTION??!?"  Quatre shouted at Trowa.  "Who is making you do this?!?!?"

Trowa moved forward and grabbed Quatre by his face and tossed him aside.  Quatre slide across the glass and hit his head against one of the glass frames.  The Taller Preventer lightly stepped over to Quatre and kicked him in the side and stomp on his back several times....

"GRRrrrr!!!"  The Noble Medic grabbed Trowa's leg and tossed him into the air.  He landed upon the glass—cracking it.  As Trowa instantly and CAREFULLY stood up, Quatre swayed to his feet and muttered, "All I want to do is save you..... and you beat the crap out of me....." He felt his side and winced, "I think you broke my rib...." he continued.  "You fucking ingrate....AAAAAARGH!!!" He charged at Trowa---spearing him through the damaged glass panel---

SMASH!!!!

They fell onto the tiled floor of the lobby area.

CRASH!!!

2:35AM. Lemur City Convention Central Atrium Lobby Area

Wufei awoke---- In ONE FRIGGIN PIECE!!! He strained, moving to his feet.  Taking a look over his body, he was OK—with minor cuts from the glass.  He made it to the walkway.  He gathered the remains of his weaponry. He looked around for Quatre..... and Trowa.

Shit, maybe they didn't make it.  Wufei furrowed his brow.  It's his own DAMN fault—I told his spoony-ass to dip. But he's SO damn concerned with that BONDAGE CREEP Trowa!!!  Wu-Barb Pie was finding himself rather enraged and yet he didn't know why.  DAMN Trowa!  Anti-Social son-of-a-one-eyed-BITCH!!! He gets away with EVERYTHING!!!

'Wait!!!? Who shot the damn sheriff AND the friggin' deputy!!!??'

'It's okay---Trowa did it!  We didn't like those bastards anyway!'

'Hey!!! Who blew up the armory??!!  Trowa did it!!'

'Oh!!!? Well, THAT'S okay!!! It's FUCKING Trowa!!!'

He's can do it!!! That fucker can do ANYTHING!!!!!

But when it comes to me it's: Shut-up, you nagging-ass he-bitch!!!!

OR....

Aren't you the jerk-off that ditched us at the Parasol Mansion?!?!  FUCK YOU Wufei! We're going to hang out with Trowa!

We'd give you the keys to the Super-Modified Initial-D Special Edition patrol car, but you'd probably just ditch us... just like at the Parasol Mansion!!!! We'll give the keys to Trowa.

(Author's note: MAN, This is some deep-rooted angst going on here.... someone needs to pay a visit to Dr. Phil. 4-sho!)

"GRRRRR!!! I HATE this shit!!!"  Wufei growled. He continued to walk towards the elevator.  He pressed the button and nothing happened.  Lifting his head up, Wufei, realized why:  The elevator is out of order.  "..grr..."  He headed down the hallway towards the stairwell.

He opened the door and headed downstairs...

I honestly don't care if live through this--- I SO hope someone or SOMETHING seriously whoops Trowa's ass....

(Author's note: Little did WUFU know, his wish was about to be granted...)

2:38AM. Lemur City Convention Southern Atrium Lobby Area

Quatre, although turning out to be quite the badass in this fic, has had nothing but patience for his mind altered friend---but this SHIT has gone on long enough.  After receiving his LAST internal injury from Trowa—Quatre feels that the only way to save him is to WHOOP HIS ASS FOR ALL IT'S WORTH!!!

Too bad he's too unconscious to stop Trowa from totally fucking him up...

Trowa was the first to recover from the inhuman fall.  He scrambled over to a large shard of glass.....  I'm talking a HUGE fucking chunk of glass.  Trowa tightened his grip upon the nasty weapon—not that the sharpness mattered—he's wearing gloves.  He aimed the glass over Quatre's chest and held it up to make a stab---

PING!!!

Heero shot the glass shard out of Trowa's hand.  "Hey bitch, remember me?"

"..."

Duo loomed out from behind him and laughed, "Yeah!!!  It's time to get your ass kicked!"  He tapped Heero upon the shoulder and whispered, "Hey.... why don't you let me hold the shirt, so it doesn't get ripped or anything---- Hee-Hee!!!"

Heero walked forward and responded, "Get BENT ---You are NOT getting my shirt."

Duo turned around and pouted, "Hmph... I look WAY better in it than you, ANYWAY—skank!"

Trowa stood up.  "Grr."

Heero cracked his knuckles.  "Hn."

Suddenly, Trowa swung--- his leg towards Heero's face.  Heero folded backwards, missing the impact.  Trowa spun around to spin and kick his legs out, but Heero quickly stood up and caught Trowa's leg, yanked it up and tossed him into the air.

Trowa landed upon his feet, of course, after twirling and flipping like a freak.

"Show off."  Heero growled.  He charged at Trowa with a right hook.

Trowa gave Heero the bird.  "..."

Trowa caught it and made him regret it--- smashing his face with his own left hook. Trowa yanked his arm and started to twist it. Heero slammed his left elbow into Trowa's temple and snatched his arm out of Trowa's grip.  Heero grabbed Trowa by the hair and shot his knee into his face—several times before throwing him to the floor.

Trowa scrambled to his feet.  Heero was already there when he grabbed a lobby chair and went for the attack. Trowa ducked and did a foot sweep—causing the Messy-Haired Merc to crash into the floor.  The Tall Freak took hold of the lobby chair and got ready to plant Heero into the ground with it.

Heero rolled out of the way, missing the chair by mere inches.  He instantly jumped to his feet---- and punched Trowa dead in the face.

"MMMRPH!!!!" Trowa sounded, as he faltered towards the floor. 

Heero quickly made his way towards Trowa's front and served him an uppercut to the jaw.

KRAK!!

Trowa went flying into the air and landed through a lobby table.  CRASH!!!

With Trowa 'dealt with', Heero fixed his tousled hair (?!?) and walked towards Quatre. Duo didn't have much success with waking him up—partly because he had his eye on Heero's shirt during the fight the whole time.

"Man!  You had me worried—I thought for sure you'd screw up and get that shirt harmed!"  Duo smiled in relief.

"..."  Heero gave Duo a mean glare--- then ignored him.  "Mr. Winner?  Are you alright?!"  He sat Quatre up and shook up a bit.  "Quatre!?"

Quatre groaned in pain, "Ow! My head is killing me!"  He shook his head and looked around.  "HEERO!!! DUO!!! You're alive!!!"

Heero released Quatre and stood up.  "Yeah, whatever..."

Duo clapped his hands and cheered, "Sweet daddy we are!!!"

"H-how did you guys survive!?"

Heero blinked.  "Hn...?"

Duo scratched his head.  "Duuuuh...."

They gave each other side glances. They don't remember actually going back INSIDE the stairwell—they ran to the side.  When the chopper and tower fell—the stairwell was demolished!!!  ANYTHING around it met the same fate as well--- In other words: THEY SHOULD'VE BEEN DEAD!!!

            Quatre waved a hand in front of the two frozen mercs,  Uhm.....  Guys?!"

            Heero and Duo both announced, "Editing mistake in OUR favor."

            Quatre raised a brow. "Ohh-kaaay."  He looked over to where Trowa was lying. "What happened to him?"

            "I kicked his ass, Mr. Winner."  Heero uttered. "And I liked it."

            The Blonde Medic gone Wild slowly shook his head and sighed, "I know, I know.... you had no other choice...."

            Duo waved his hand and confessed, "Well, he DID find this neat-o tranquilizer gun-HIIIC- *COUGH*!!!" The Black Clad Baka was so RUDELY interrupted by Heero suddenly approaching him and jabbing him in the neck.

            Heero helped Duo to his feet and smirked, "Oh, I'm sorry was that YOUR neck I hit?"

            "HIC!!! *COUGH* *COUGH*!!!"