Chapter Eight
Trowa stood infront of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that so that he could get a good look at himself. " I don't think I'm going to get away with not wearing it..." he said at last after doing a three-sixty.
" Well I can't find it." replied Quatre sternly as he dug through Trowa's bag. " Have any of you lot seen it?"
" Seen what?" asked Duo, looking up from where he was painting his toenails.
" Trowa's bra. He can't find it, and he's hanging out everywhere. There's no way he can go out onto the stage without it, he'll have someone's eye out!"
Trowa turned a discreet shade of red, complimenting the deep red dress he was wearing.
Heero hobbled up to him. " Not seen it either."
Duo squinted as he noticed the way Heero was walking. " What's wrong with you, why are you walking like that?"
" One of the heels on my shoes is shorter than the other, I can't walk properly in them!"
" Well put another pair on."
" I can't. I only brought the one!"
" Why don't you borrow a pair of Quatre's? He's got about ten different pairs with him!"
Quatre was now sitting on the floor with the entire contents of Trowa's bag around him. " Nuh-uh. I take a different size from Heero, he's a size bigger than me."
Suddenly, there was an ear-splitting whine as the loud speaker clicked on and a man broadcasting that all competitors were to be at the main stage in three-quarters of an hour.
" Oh shit!" cried Quatre. He stood up, and unexpectedly there was a loud ripping sound and a large tear from the underarm to the hip of Quatre's emerald green dress. " OH SHIT!" he stood, pathetically holding the fallen piece of material to the piece that was still on his back.
" Its only at the seams..." said Duo, trying for once to be helpful.
" Yeah, and I supposed to whip out my Singer and sew it back together?! This was the only dress that I brought! Infact, this was the only outfit that I brought! I brought all those shoes, and only one outfit... It'll take too long to get back across town to the house..."
" Oh give it here!" yelled Heero.
Quatre pulled his arms from the straps of the dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. He picked it up and handed it to Heero.
Heero then proceeded to rake through his bag until he pulled out a travel sized sewing kit. " Give me half-an-hour. I'm ready, you should do your hair or something productive until I'm finished." He looked up and saw that his four companions were staring at his with astounded looks on their faces. " What?"
" You can sew?" asked Quatre, holding a bag infront of himself, memories of the waxing incident still fresh in his mind.
" Yes."
" Oh." He bushed, and turned away.
" Well, I'll leave you to get on with it!" cried Duo cheerfully as he grabbed his bag and turned to walk out the room.
" Where are you going?"
" Gotta change my 'thing'..." he walked out the door and headed down towards the nearest toilet.
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Relena, in her own private changing room that she was generously sharing with Dorothy, sat infront of her large, full-length mirror looking from side to side as one of her many assistants attended to her hair.
" You know, that horrid girl, the one who was doing all the screaming and shouting, seemed rather familiar to me..."
Dorothy laughed hollowly. " Whatever makes you think that? Who did she mind you of?"
Relena squinted. " I'm not sure. This may seem ridiculous, but she did look rather like Duo Maxwell."
" Duo Maxwell?! Oh Relena, Duo is on L2! At least, he was last time we heard from him, and that was only a month ago."
" Still, she did look like her..." she gazed into the mirror. " But then again, everyone has a double and I may just be a coincidence if I've happened to run into his double here."
Dorothy smirked.
" But she even sounded like him, arrogant and pretentious. Never mind though, as I said, it is just a coincidence."
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The four remaining girls dropped what they were doing when they heard what sounded like the familiar sound of Duo screaming. Sure enough, seconds later Duo burst in through the door with a face like thunder.
" What's wrong with you?" asked Heero quietly as he turned his attention back to mending Quatre's dress.
" I've none left!" cried Duo as he held the front of his dress out.
" No what?"
" 'Thingies'! I don't have any left! And they didn't have any in the machine either! It's not right, I packed four! Four! Where have they went?!"
" You can't have packed them, you would have them if you did."
Duo was almost sobbing. " But I did pack them. I did! I remember doing it!"
" Well don't look at any of us, none of us are on so you must have forgotten to pack them."
Through all of this Wufei sat in the background, watching as the other four fell casualty to his plans. There was no way that Trowa could go out onto stage if he wasn't wearing a bra, Heero looked asinine walking in the only pair of shoes that he had with him and even if he did manage to sew Quatre's dress back to one piece, you would still be able to see that it had spilt apart. But the best thing about it all was that Duo couldn't even leave the changing rooms, walking alone would add an unsightly red stain down the front of his purple dress which would explain why he was walking around holding the front of his dress out.
Duo made the motion that he was about to fall to the ground, but stopped as he remembered his predicament. " Shit! What am I going to do?!" he wailed " I can't go out like this... It's bad enough walking as it is!"
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By the time Heero had finished sewing Quatre's dress they had only ten minutes left before they were due on stage. Duo had admitted defeat, there was indeed no way that he could show himself comfortably in what he was wearing and so he reluctantly changed back into what he had arrived in. This 'setback' only caused Quatre to start bitching and pushing everyone around as who he was as his main competition was now out. Heero simply ignored Duo's persistent whining and complaining and got on with styling his hair. Trowa stood in the corner with his arms folded under his chest. And Wufei said nothing.
Time passed quickly and soon enough the four remaining girls made their way to the backstage. It was busier than any of them had expected; there seemed to be girls crammed into every available crevice, each one wearing a different colour from the other and all chattering incessantly, causing great mystification and discomfort to the G-girls who were yet to work out what the appeal of chat was and also how to tolerate its high decibel range. And somewhere among the sea of waving blonde and brunette was Relena and Dorothy. Luckily for the G-girls (Nyaa! Fei-chan's a girly-o! *Ducks Wufei's flying katana* What's wrong Wufei? Is it that time of month? .~) they spotted them first.
Heero's first reaction was to obscure himself behind Trowa, who had been the first to recognise the pair who were squealing away to a red head. However, Relena was not wearing what she had last been seen in. now she donned a modest blue dress that stopped just above her knees and was cut reasonably high. The material reflected a deep purple the light unfortunately complimented her hair and eyes perfectly.
" Seems like Relena's found a sense of fashion after all..." said Quatre, glaring Dorothy from his vantage point next to Heero.
" You can't talk, who's the one who wears a pink shirt with a blue waistcoat, goggle-head?" replied Wufei.
" If I'm not mistaken that sounds like you are defending Miss Darlin over there..."
Wufei screwed his face up. " Nonsense. I'm just stating a point."
" And there's nothing wrong with wearing a pink shirt with a blue waistcoat. When you've got as much money as I have you can wear whatever the hell you want, Fei-chan..."
Suddenly Heero uttered a slight squeal as Relena and Dorothy started to head towards them. " Oh shit oh shit oh shit... quick! Stand in a group and talk about something!"
" What?!" started Wufei, who was not given the chance to finish as Heero had grabbed him and forced him to face Trowa who was standing with a placid look on his face.
And just as Relena and Dorothy were about to introduce themselves to the group the loudspeaker clicked on and the voice announced that the competition was to start immediately.
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Duo huffed as he fought to find a seat that would give him a nice view of Heero when he felt someone tug at his hair. He spun round wildly, ready to give whoever had dared touch his voluptuous locks but only managed to stand wide-mouthed as the recognition kicked in.
It was Milliardo Peacecraft. And he knew who it was who's hair he had pulled. " Duo? Is that you?"
Duo threw a hand up to the side of his face in an attempt to mask his look of surprise. " Uh, sorry..." he stuttered.
" Oh, I'm sorry, I though I recognised you Miss..." he stood back and stared at the girl.
" Oh, that's alright." Still he kept his hand over his face. Then suddenly he had a thought. " Um, I'm kind of lost here. You see, my, uh, cousin is in this competition and I wanted to come along to see her but I can't seem to find a seat..."
Milliardo (or 'Angemon' as we in Clan Invincible affectionately call him... I would call Legolas Millardo but Cat would slaughter me, or send wave after wave of elves upon me... not that I really mind if its ones like Glorfindel and Legolas... mmm... elf ass...) smiled. " Oh, I can show you to a seat if you like Miss, uh..."
" Ma... Mayer." He corrected himself. " Amy Mayer..." now he managed a light giggle. He couldn't believe his luck! Here was Milliardo, offering to show him to a seat! Now there was a great chance of him finding out why Relena was in the competition, and what she thought of Heero and himself... As long as he kept his mouth shut then he wouldn't get any more suspicious than he already was...
Duo laughed again as he allowed Milliardo to take him by the arm and show him to his seat.
Trowa stood infront of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that so that he could get a good look at himself. " I don't think I'm going to get away with not wearing it..." he said at last after doing a three-sixty.
" Well I can't find it." replied Quatre sternly as he dug through Trowa's bag. " Have any of you lot seen it?"
" Seen what?" asked Duo, looking up from where he was painting his toenails.
" Trowa's bra. He can't find it, and he's hanging out everywhere. There's no way he can go out onto the stage without it, he'll have someone's eye out!"
Trowa turned a discreet shade of red, complimenting the deep red dress he was wearing.
Heero hobbled up to him. " Not seen it either."
Duo squinted as he noticed the way Heero was walking. " What's wrong with you, why are you walking like that?"
" One of the heels on my shoes is shorter than the other, I can't walk properly in them!"
" Well put another pair on."
" I can't. I only brought the one!"
" Why don't you borrow a pair of Quatre's? He's got about ten different pairs with him!"
Quatre was now sitting on the floor with the entire contents of Trowa's bag around him. " Nuh-uh. I take a different size from Heero, he's a size bigger than me."
Suddenly, there was an ear-splitting whine as the loud speaker clicked on and a man broadcasting that all competitors were to be at the main stage in three-quarters of an hour.
" Oh shit!" cried Quatre. He stood up, and unexpectedly there was a loud ripping sound and a large tear from the underarm to the hip of Quatre's emerald green dress. " OH SHIT!" he stood, pathetically holding the fallen piece of material to the piece that was still on his back.
" Its only at the seams..." said Duo, trying for once to be helpful.
" Yeah, and I supposed to whip out my Singer and sew it back together?! This was the only dress that I brought! Infact, this was the only outfit that I brought! I brought all those shoes, and only one outfit... It'll take too long to get back across town to the house..."
" Oh give it here!" yelled Heero.
Quatre pulled his arms from the straps of the dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. He picked it up and handed it to Heero.
Heero then proceeded to rake through his bag until he pulled out a travel sized sewing kit. " Give me half-an-hour. I'm ready, you should do your hair or something productive until I'm finished." He looked up and saw that his four companions were staring at his with astounded looks on their faces. " What?"
" You can sew?" asked Quatre, holding a bag infront of himself, memories of the waxing incident still fresh in his mind.
" Yes."
" Oh." He bushed, and turned away.
" Well, I'll leave you to get on with it!" cried Duo cheerfully as he grabbed his bag and turned to walk out the room.
" Where are you going?"
" Gotta change my 'thing'..." he walked out the door and headed down towards the nearest toilet.
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Relena, in her own private changing room that she was generously sharing with Dorothy, sat infront of her large, full-length mirror looking from side to side as one of her many assistants attended to her hair.
" You know, that horrid girl, the one who was doing all the screaming and shouting, seemed rather familiar to me..."
Dorothy laughed hollowly. " Whatever makes you think that? Who did she mind you of?"
Relena squinted. " I'm not sure. This may seem ridiculous, but she did look rather like Duo Maxwell."
" Duo Maxwell?! Oh Relena, Duo is on L2! At least, he was last time we heard from him, and that was only a month ago."
" Still, she did look like her..." she gazed into the mirror. " But then again, everyone has a double and I may just be a coincidence if I've happened to run into his double here."
Dorothy smirked.
" But she even sounded like him, arrogant and pretentious. Never mind though, as I said, it is just a coincidence."
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The four remaining girls dropped what they were doing when they heard what sounded like the familiar sound of Duo screaming. Sure enough, seconds later Duo burst in through the door with a face like thunder.
" What's wrong with you?" asked Heero quietly as he turned his attention back to mending Quatre's dress.
" I've none left!" cried Duo as he held the front of his dress out.
" No what?"
" 'Thingies'! I don't have any left! And they didn't have any in the machine either! It's not right, I packed four! Four! Where have they went?!"
" You can't have packed them, you would have them if you did."
Duo was almost sobbing. " But I did pack them. I did! I remember doing it!"
" Well don't look at any of us, none of us are on so you must have forgotten to pack them."
Through all of this Wufei sat in the background, watching as the other four fell casualty to his plans. There was no way that Trowa could go out onto stage if he wasn't wearing a bra, Heero looked asinine walking in the only pair of shoes that he had with him and even if he did manage to sew Quatre's dress back to one piece, you would still be able to see that it had spilt apart. But the best thing about it all was that Duo couldn't even leave the changing rooms, walking alone would add an unsightly red stain down the front of his purple dress which would explain why he was walking around holding the front of his dress out.
Duo made the motion that he was about to fall to the ground, but stopped as he remembered his predicament. " Shit! What am I going to do?!" he wailed " I can't go out like this... It's bad enough walking as it is!"
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By the time Heero had finished sewing Quatre's dress they had only ten minutes left before they were due on stage. Duo had admitted defeat, there was indeed no way that he could show himself comfortably in what he was wearing and so he reluctantly changed back into what he had arrived in. This 'setback' only caused Quatre to start bitching and pushing everyone around as who he was as his main competition was now out. Heero simply ignored Duo's persistent whining and complaining and got on with styling his hair. Trowa stood in the corner with his arms folded under his chest. And Wufei said nothing.
Time passed quickly and soon enough the four remaining girls made their way to the backstage. It was busier than any of them had expected; there seemed to be girls crammed into every available crevice, each one wearing a different colour from the other and all chattering incessantly, causing great mystification and discomfort to the G-girls who were yet to work out what the appeal of chat was and also how to tolerate its high decibel range. And somewhere among the sea of waving blonde and brunette was Relena and Dorothy. Luckily for the G-girls (Nyaa! Fei-chan's a girly-o! *Ducks Wufei's flying katana* What's wrong Wufei? Is it that time of month? .~) they spotted them first.
Heero's first reaction was to obscure himself behind Trowa, who had been the first to recognise the pair who were squealing away to a red head. However, Relena was not wearing what she had last been seen in. now she donned a modest blue dress that stopped just above her knees and was cut reasonably high. The material reflected a deep purple the light unfortunately complimented her hair and eyes perfectly.
" Seems like Relena's found a sense of fashion after all..." said Quatre, glaring Dorothy from his vantage point next to Heero.
" You can't talk, who's the one who wears a pink shirt with a blue waistcoat, goggle-head?" replied Wufei.
" If I'm not mistaken that sounds like you are defending Miss Darlin over there..."
Wufei screwed his face up. " Nonsense. I'm just stating a point."
" And there's nothing wrong with wearing a pink shirt with a blue waistcoat. When you've got as much money as I have you can wear whatever the hell you want, Fei-chan..."
Suddenly Heero uttered a slight squeal as Relena and Dorothy started to head towards them. " Oh shit oh shit oh shit... quick! Stand in a group and talk about something!"
" What?!" started Wufei, who was not given the chance to finish as Heero had grabbed him and forced him to face Trowa who was standing with a placid look on his face.
And just as Relena and Dorothy were about to introduce themselves to the group the loudspeaker clicked on and the voice announced that the competition was to start immediately.
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Duo huffed as he fought to find a seat that would give him a nice view of Heero when he felt someone tug at his hair. He spun round wildly, ready to give whoever had dared touch his voluptuous locks but only managed to stand wide-mouthed as the recognition kicked in.
It was Milliardo Peacecraft. And he knew who it was who's hair he had pulled. " Duo? Is that you?"
Duo threw a hand up to the side of his face in an attempt to mask his look of surprise. " Uh, sorry..." he stuttered.
" Oh, I'm sorry, I though I recognised you Miss..." he stood back and stared at the girl.
" Oh, that's alright." Still he kept his hand over his face. Then suddenly he had a thought. " Um, I'm kind of lost here. You see, my, uh, cousin is in this competition and I wanted to come along to see her but I can't seem to find a seat..."
Milliardo (or 'Angemon' as we in Clan Invincible affectionately call him... I would call Legolas Millardo but Cat would slaughter me, or send wave after wave of elves upon me... not that I really mind if its ones like Glorfindel and Legolas... mmm... elf ass...) smiled. " Oh, I can show you to a seat if you like Miss, uh..."
" Ma... Mayer." He corrected himself. " Amy Mayer..." now he managed a light giggle. He couldn't believe his luck! Here was Milliardo, offering to show him to a seat! Now there was a great chance of him finding out why Relena was in the competition, and what she thought of Heero and himself... As long as he kept his mouth shut then he wouldn't get any more suspicious than he already was...
Duo laughed again as he allowed Milliardo to take him by the arm and show him to his seat.
