Chapter Nine
Duo sipped at the cup of coffee that Milliardo had bought him. It tasted sour, but he swallowed it down and continued to smile and nod as Milliardo prattled on about why Relena had entered a beauty contest in the first place; something to do with a bet or something like that. Duo couldn't help but think how ironic it was that they were the same reasons that he had entered, except that he was now out of it and the whole purpose of entering had totally been defeated.
" So I was in this part of space anyway, and I thought it would be nice to come and show some support for my sister, seeing as it's been quite a while since I've seen her..."
" Oh, and how is that?" asked Duo while taking another drink. " I'm surprised that Relena could find some time out of her busy schedule to enter this competition...And it is rather busy..."
Milliardo went on to explain how he and Relena had been separated as children, though he did not give the full explanation, and how he had only just met her again.
Duo giggled and threw a hand up to cover his mouth. " I'm surprised enough that Relena has time to enter this competition, imagine if she had a boyfriend!"
Milliardo laughed. "Oh she insists that she's not quite ready for a boyfriend at the moment. She's quite stringent when it comes to things like that, she claims that she did have a boyfriend at one point, but he ran off with another person..."
Duo's eyes fell a little. She had said that Heero had been her boyfriend? He wouldn't go anywhere near her with a ten-foot barge pole with a bar of soap attached to end! Well, not in that sense... and the one and only time that she ever did come onto him he had told her outright that he was gay, or bi at the least so he was halfway there. That was when Relena completely lost the plot and started cursing them both all the names under the sun... Now that Duo thought about it, it had been quite funny to see her lose her temper like that... Since then Heero had only talked to her a couple of times and they had been short.
" Person?" Asked Duo, taking care not to sound so persistent.
" A guy..." Replied Milliardo. " She wasn't happy about that one little bit..."
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Trowa threw a hand over Quatre's mouth as the little blonde screwed up his face ready to scream. He removed it when he felt that all danger had passed.
" That bitch stood on my foot!" he whispered viciously while pointing at a tall girl in a beige outfit.
" Well that's still no excuse to scream." Retorted Trowa and he placed his arms back under his chest.
Quatre scowled. " Little bitch... thinks she owns the place..."
" When is this going to start?" asked Heero impatiently. " We've been standing here for over ten minutes..."
Quatre was about to answer when a man, the same one who had given them their tags, pushed his way to the front of the hoard of girls. " Attention ladies!" he called as he stood at the front of the group. " The judges are just organising themselves. Once they are settled the competition will begin!"
" Thank God..." murmured Heero. " I can't stand in these shoes much longer..."
Wufei stood infront of the large pain of glass fingering his face. " Can you tell that one of my eyebrows is fake?" he asked Trowa quietly as he continued to drag his finger across the intact brow.
" No, you can't unless you're really close up but you'll make it worse if you keep touching it."
" Too late!" said Quatre as Wufei's finger slipped, causing the eyeliner to career off at a crazy angle.
" Shit!" cursed Wufei, licking his finger and trying to reshape the slanted brow but only proceeded to make it worse. He stood with his arms out, trying desperately not to let his fingers touch the white silk dress he was wearing.
Quatre stepped forward to get a better look at Wufei's face when the girl that had previously knocked him did so again, causing Quatre to knock into Trowa, Trowa to knock against Heero and Heero to grab onto the girl infront of him to stop himself from falling over. Of course, the girl he had grabbed was not too pleased about it and she spun round to face him, knocking Trowa again who then fell back in to the girl causing her to fall over. And as she fell, she fell against the girl beside her, and then the one beside her, until all except Wufei and Quatre were on the floor.
" I didn't do it!" squealed Quatre as he brought his fists up to his chin and screwed his eyes shut.
Wufei turned a discreet shade of red as he noticed that most of the girls were now lying heaped on the floor revealing rather a lot of cleavage and bikini areas.
Heero grabbed onto Quatre and hauled himself up " What was that about?!" he shouted at the blonde.
" Hey! I didn't start it! It was that little wench that keeps knocking into me!"
" Stop scapegoating!" replied Heero. " I almost broke my neck in these damned heels, and you've done more than enough damage as it is! Do anything like that again and I'll break your neck!"
Quatre scowled back but said nothing, memories of the waxing in his mind.
" Uh, a little help please." Said Trowa, as he was still on the floor and was unable to get back up.
Heero and Wufei helped the busty girl to stand.
" Thanks."
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As a result of this little 'incident', the competition was delayed a further fifteen minutes. It would be another ten before any of the G-girls were to go out on the stage but eventually Trowa's name, Tracey, was called and he sheepishly walked up to the catwalk, ever conscious of his chest.
As he walked out he was momentarily blinded by the sudden wave of flashes from the hundreds of photographers that had gathered, but he quickly righted himself and started to confidently strut down the corridor to the chorus of 'ooh' and 'ahh' from the audience.
" He's doing really well." Commented Quatre from behind the side curtains.
" Lemmie see!" demanded Wufei, pushing the blonde out the way.
" No pushing!" whispered Heero. " I'm not falling over again..."
Moments later Trowa was back standing with them and Heero's name was called.
" Good luck..." drawled Wufei as he glared at the Wing pilot.
Heero scowled back and turned to walk out.
He too was knocked sideways in surprise to all the flashes and sounds of clapping but he too managed to right himself, while trying his best to walk smoothly in the uneven heels that he was wearing. He kept his eyes to the front, but could not help but notice Duo who was sitting right at the end of the catwalk deep in conversation with none other then Milliardo Peacecraft. Here he stumbled a bit, though he would have even if his shoes were not in the state they were in, and he quickly straightened himself before turning and disappearing behind the side curtain.
" I don't like this..." he sighed as Quatre's false name was read out. " Why did I agree to this again?"
" Well it was either a bet, for money, a bribe or you were drunk." Concluded Trowa, fidgeting with the thin straps on his dress.
Heero frowned. Duo and his big (but very talented) mouth...
Quatre bounced past the small party. " Wish me luck!"
Within seconds of walking out onto the stage, Quatre could fell the stitches that Heero had sewn into his dress straining against his movement down the catwalk. Keeping his arms at his side in an effort to hide the tearing seams but to little avail...
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Duo giggled as Milliardo continued his rendition of the time that he had got his big toe stuck in the tap in the bath.
" You must excuse me a minute..." he laughed. " I shall not be long..."
Milliardo smiled politely and stood up so as to let Duo out from his seat.
Once Duo had reached the end of the row, he headed for the side doors then straight out to the changing rooms. How much of that sickly coffee had he choked down for the sake of keeping that twittering blonde happy?! He practically ran down the corridor until he reached the changing rooms and ran in, knocking over Wufei's bag as he burst through the door. Not looking behind him, he locked himself in the toilet.
As he stood washing his hands (Good boy Duo!), he noticed that where Wufei's bag had been knocked over, there were a couple of tampons lying on the floor beside it. Duo sighed in relief, but as he bent down to pick them up, he noticed that the side pocket of the bag was open and in it he could see another two tampons.
" What's Wufei doing with these?" he thought aloud. " We would know if he was on..."
He stood for a minute, putting two and two together (literally) until it finally clicked.
" Wufei!" he shouted at his reflection in the mirror. ' That twisted bitch! Its his fault that I'm out of the competition!'
He kneeled beside the bag and discreetly ripped the zip back. He picked up the bra that was sitting on the top of a pile of clothes.
" Wufei planning on getting implants?!" he screeched as he held the 38D above his head. " Gonna get them grafted off of Trowa is he?!?"
As he dug deeper into the bag he found more and more that pointed the cause of their misfortune as Wufei. There was a pair of shoes, identical to Heero's but with the heels intact, a thread picker that he had obviously used to loosen the threads on Quatre's dress and a sheet, printed almost a week ago with all of the contestants names on it.
" So he knew Relena and Dorothy were going to be here..." he hissed as he dug his fingers into the paper. " And he never said a thing!"
He sat on the floor and continued to fume away at himself before he looked at his watch and realised that he had been gone for almost ten minutes. He quickly picked everything up from the floor and neatly placed it back in Wufei's bag. Carefully repositioning it where it had been, he left the changing room and headed back to Milliardo.
" Sorry I took so long!" he beamed as he sat back down next to the blonde. " Its awfully busy here, you can hardly move!"
As Milliardo picked up the conversation from where he had left it, Duo could think of only one thing. Revenge. And he was going to make it very, very sweet.
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The four remaining G-girls were whispering away to each other back stage, and before they knew what was happening they were being jostled back into a group as they had been before.
" What's happening?" asked Quatre as he was flung against Heero. " They can't be finished the first round already, can they?"
Before anyone had the chance to reply, they found that they were being separated into two groups according to the names on their tags.
Wufei stood with his arms held at his hips and his chest out as he noticed that he was the only one out of the four of them to be in the group on the right, the smaller one and therefore the one that signalled the contestants who would be in the next round. Looking around, he saw that Dorothy too was in it, as was, Heero?!
Wufei scowled at the pilot. ' Damn it!' he cursed to himself. ' That wasn't supposed to happen! He wasn't even supposed to get as far as this!' he crossed his arms and turned his back on the group in total denial of what had happened. ' Oh well...' he thought ' There's plenty here that'll knock him out, if I can't that is...'
His chain of thoughts (Or should that be 'plots') was broken as the man once again stood at the front of the two groups and announced that...
" The group to the right will go onto the next round. The group on the left can return to the changing rooms or they can watch from the audience if they so wish."
Wufei's face fell as he seen Quatre throw his arms around Trowa with a smirk a mile wide plastered across his face. He was out. Quatre, Trowa and Relena were still in. He had not expected the two of them to get any further than the first round. But now that they were, he was sure that neither of them would make it any further...
He pulled at the tie in his hair and stormed off to the changing rooms, Heero not far behind.
Duo sipped at the cup of coffee that Milliardo had bought him. It tasted sour, but he swallowed it down and continued to smile and nod as Milliardo prattled on about why Relena had entered a beauty contest in the first place; something to do with a bet or something like that. Duo couldn't help but think how ironic it was that they were the same reasons that he had entered, except that he was now out of it and the whole purpose of entering had totally been defeated.
" So I was in this part of space anyway, and I thought it would be nice to come and show some support for my sister, seeing as it's been quite a while since I've seen her..."
" Oh, and how is that?" asked Duo while taking another drink. " I'm surprised that Relena could find some time out of her busy schedule to enter this competition...And it is rather busy..."
Milliardo went on to explain how he and Relena had been separated as children, though he did not give the full explanation, and how he had only just met her again.
Duo giggled and threw a hand up to cover his mouth. " I'm surprised enough that Relena has time to enter this competition, imagine if she had a boyfriend!"
Milliardo laughed. "Oh she insists that she's not quite ready for a boyfriend at the moment. She's quite stringent when it comes to things like that, she claims that she did have a boyfriend at one point, but he ran off with another person..."
Duo's eyes fell a little. She had said that Heero had been her boyfriend? He wouldn't go anywhere near her with a ten-foot barge pole with a bar of soap attached to end! Well, not in that sense... and the one and only time that she ever did come onto him he had told her outright that he was gay, or bi at the least so he was halfway there. That was when Relena completely lost the plot and started cursing them both all the names under the sun... Now that Duo thought about it, it had been quite funny to see her lose her temper like that... Since then Heero had only talked to her a couple of times and they had been short.
" Person?" Asked Duo, taking care not to sound so persistent.
" A guy..." Replied Milliardo. " She wasn't happy about that one little bit..."
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Trowa threw a hand over Quatre's mouth as the little blonde screwed up his face ready to scream. He removed it when he felt that all danger had passed.
" That bitch stood on my foot!" he whispered viciously while pointing at a tall girl in a beige outfit.
" Well that's still no excuse to scream." Retorted Trowa and he placed his arms back under his chest.
Quatre scowled. " Little bitch... thinks she owns the place..."
" When is this going to start?" asked Heero impatiently. " We've been standing here for over ten minutes..."
Quatre was about to answer when a man, the same one who had given them their tags, pushed his way to the front of the hoard of girls. " Attention ladies!" he called as he stood at the front of the group. " The judges are just organising themselves. Once they are settled the competition will begin!"
" Thank God..." murmured Heero. " I can't stand in these shoes much longer..."
Wufei stood infront of the large pain of glass fingering his face. " Can you tell that one of my eyebrows is fake?" he asked Trowa quietly as he continued to drag his finger across the intact brow.
" No, you can't unless you're really close up but you'll make it worse if you keep touching it."
" Too late!" said Quatre as Wufei's finger slipped, causing the eyeliner to career off at a crazy angle.
" Shit!" cursed Wufei, licking his finger and trying to reshape the slanted brow but only proceeded to make it worse. He stood with his arms out, trying desperately not to let his fingers touch the white silk dress he was wearing.
Quatre stepped forward to get a better look at Wufei's face when the girl that had previously knocked him did so again, causing Quatre to knock into Trowa, Trowa to knock against Heero and Heero to grab onto the girl infront of him to stop himself from falling over. Of course, the girl he had grabbed was not too pleased about it and she spun round to face him, knocking Trowa again who then fell back in to the girl causing her to fall over. And as she fell, she fell against the girl beside her, and then the one beside her, until all except Wufei and Quatre were on the floor.
" I didn't do it!" squealed Quatre as he brought his fists up to his chin and screwed his eyes shut.
Wufei turned a discreet shade of red as he noticed that most of the girls were now lying heaped on the floor revealing rather a lot of cleavage and bikini areas.
Heero grabbed onto Quatre and hauled himself up " What was that about?!" he shouted at the blonde.
" Hey! I didn't start it! It was that little wench that keeps knocking into me!"
" Stop scapegoating!" replied Heero. " I almost broke my neck in these damned heels, and you've done more than enough damage as it is! Do anything like that again and I'll break your neck!"
Quatre scowled back but said nothing, memories of the waxing in his mind.
" Uh, a little help please." Said Trowa, as he was still on the floor and was unable to get back up.
Heero and Wufei helped the busty girl to stand.
" Thanks."
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As a result of this little 'incident', the competition was delayed a further fifteen minutes. It would be another ten before any of the G-girls were to go out on the stage but eventually Trowa's name, Tracey, was called and he sheepishly walked up to the catwalk, ever conscious of his chest.
As he walked out he was momentarily blinded by the sudden wave of flashes from the hundreds of photographers that had gathered, but he quickly righted himself and started to confidently strut down the corridor to the chorus of 'ooh' and 'ahh' from the audience.
" He's doing really well." Commented Quatre from behind the side curtains.
" Lemmie see!" demanded Wufei, pushing the blonde out the way.
" No pushing!" whispered Heero. " I'm not falling over again..."
Moments later Trowa was back standing with them and Heero's name was called.
" Good luck..." drawled Wufei as he glared at the Wing pilot.
Heero scowled back and turned to walk out.
He too was knocked sideways in surprise to all the flashes and sounds of clapping but he too managed to right himself, while trying his best to walk smoothly in the uneven heels that he was wearing. He kept his eyes to the front, but could not help but notice Duo who was sitting right at the end of the catwalk deep in conversation with none other then Milliardo Peacecraft. Here he stumbled a bit, though he would have even if his shoes were not in the state they were in, and he quickly straightened himself before turning and disappearing behind the side curtain.
" I don't like this..." he sighed as Quatre's false name was read out. " Why did I agree to this again?"
" Well it was either a bet, for money, a bribe or you were drunk." Concluded Trowa, fidgeting with the thin straps on his dress.
Heero frowned. Duo and his big (but very talented) mouth...
Quatre bounced past the small party. " Wish me luck!"
Within seconds of walking out onto the stage, Quatre could fell the stitches that Heero had sewn into his dress straining against his movement down the catwalk. Keeping his arms at his side in an effort to hide the tearing seams but to little avail...
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Duo giggled as Milliardo continued his rendition of the time that he had got his big toe stuck in the tap in the bath.
" You must excuse me a minute..." he laughed. " I shall not be long..."
Milliardo smiled politely and stood up so as to let Duo out from his seat.
Once Duo had reached the end of the row, he headed for the side doors then straight out to the changing rooms. How much of that sickly coffee had he choked down for the sake of keeping that twittering blonde happy?! He practically ran down the corridor until he reached the changing rooms and ran in, knocking over Wufei's bag as he burst through the door. Not looking behind him, he locked himself in the toilet.
As he stood washing his hands (Good boy Duo!), he noticed that where Wufei's bag had been knocked over, there were a couple of tampons lying on the floor beside it. Duo sighed in relief, but as he bent down to pick them up, he noticed that the side pocket of the bag was open and in it he could see another two tampons.
" What's Wufei doing with these?" he thought aloud. " We would know if he was on..."
He stood for a minute, putting two and two together (literally) until it finally clicked.
" Wufei!" he shouted at his reflection in the mirror. ' That twisted bitch! Its his fault that I'm out of the competition!'
He kneeled beside the bag and discreetly ripped the zip back. He picked up the bra that was sitting on the top of a pile of clothes.
" Wufei planning on getting implants?!" he screeched as he held the 38D above his head. " Gonna get them grafted off of Trowa is he?!?"
As he dug deeper into the bag he found more and more that pointed the cause of their misfortune as Wufei. There was a pair of shoes, identical to Heero's but with the heels intact, a thread picker that he had obviously used to loosen the threads on Quatre's dress and a sheet, printed almost a week ago with all of the contestants names on it.
" So he knew Relena and Dorothy were going to be here..." he hissed as he dug his fingers into the paper. " And he never said a thing!"
He sat on the floor and continued to fume away at himself before he looked at his watch and realised that he had been gone for almost ten minutes. He quickly picked everything up from the floor and neatly placed it back in Wufei's bag. Carefully repositioning it where it had been, he left the changing room and headed back to Milliardo.
" Sorry I took so long!" he beamed as he sat back down next to the blonde. " Its awfully busy here, you can hardly move!"
As Milliardo picked up the conversation from where he had left it, Duo could think of only one thing. Revenge. And he was going to make it very, very sweet.
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The four remaining G-girls were whispering away to each other back stage, and before they knew what was happening they were being jostled back into a group as they had been before.
" What's happening?" asked Quatre as he was flung against Heero. " They can't be finished the first round already, can they?"
Before anyone had the chance to reply, they found that they were being separated into two groups according to the names on their tags.
Wufei stood with his arms held at his hips and his chest out as he noticed that he was the only one out of the four of them to be in the group on the right, the smaller one and therefore the one that signalled the contestants who would be in the next round. Looking around, he saw that Dorothy too was in it, as was, Heero?!
Wufei scowled at the pilot. ' Damn it!' he cursed to himself. ' That wasn't supposed to happen! He wasn't even supposed to get as far as this!' he crossed his arms and turned his back on the group in total denial of what had happened. ' Oh well...' he thought ' There's plenty here that'll knock him out, if I can't that is...'
His chain of thoughts (Or should that be 'plots') was broken as the man once again stood at the front of the two groups and announced that...
" The group to the right will go onto the next round. The group on the left can return to the changing rooms or they can watch from the audience if they so wish."
Wufei's face fell as he seen Quatre throw his arms around Trowa with a smirk a mile wide plastered across his face. He was out. Quatre, Trowa and Relena were still in. He had not expected the two of them to get any further than the first round. But now that they were, he was sure that neither of them would make it any further...
He pulled at the tie in his hair and stormed off to the changing rooms, Heero not far behind.
