YJ: You know the drill. We don't own em. Jade's been cooperating lately and
writing, but we had to use force to get her to post this. School's gone
crazy with pre-enrollment.
T: Please enjoy the continuation of---
YJ: shut up
Jade: ::waves from inside her box::
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He woke up and stretched, his bangs falling into his sleep filled violet eyes. He yawned and climbed out of bed, getting a shower to wake himself up. He was dressed and braiding his hair when he heard a voice call up from downstairs. "Duo....you have a package!" Quatre called. He managed a tight smile. Imagine how confused the little arab must be about him getting a package at a safe house. His usual self would have rushed downstairs to laugh at the blonde boy, but he didnt feel much like laughing today.
He pulled on his shoes and headed down the stairs. A plate of food was on the kitchen counter and he figured that everyone had already eaten. Awe, someone had cooked for him, how sweet. He bit back the bitter taste of sarcasm. There was no point in trying to cheer him up till Heero was back from whatever hell he had been banished too. He went to the front door and found Quatre with his hands on his hips, looking at an medium sized cardboard box, staring at it like it contained the meaning of life.
"Think it'll blow up?" he asked, even to him his voice sounded far away and dull. Quatre jumped and looked at him, eyes wide. "No, I don't believe it will." the arab responded. "If it does you're coming with me." Duo replied. "Allah be merciful." "Oh ha-ha."
Duo carried the box into the living room, sitting down on the couch to look at it. He debated opening it, but knew in the end that his curiosity would get the better of him and he would. Better sooner than later. He stood and retrieved a pair of scissors, coming back to cut the tape off the top of the box and open it up. At first glance all he saw was a note and some tissue paper, but further investigation revealed a black Armani tuxedo and an invitation to some sort of party?
As Duo began opening the envelope Quatre moved up behind the couch with a cup of tea. He watched Duo intently, obviously the american wasn't the only pilot suseptable to curiosity. Duo set the envelope aside and read it to himself. It read as follows:
"Duo,
Remember what I said. Our game starts today. Put on this suit and leave the safe house. Go anywhere that you wish to meet me at. I will follow you there. Do not try to bring anyone along, it would be a very fatal mistake, for them. See you soon."
Sighing Duo rose from the couch, taking the suit with him up to his room. 30 minutes later a very gorgeous American pilot was walking down the stairs with his hands in his pockets. Quatre's eyes widened at him and then the blonde actually smiled.
"Wow." he said, very articulate. "Heh...thanks Kat." Duo grinned.
Quatre knew better than to ask where Duo was going. He wouldn't have gotten an answer anyway. Duo nodded once to him and then left the house. Outside he waved to Trowa who only looked up at him with a curious green eye. Ignoring the questions he saw there, he took his keys out of his pocket and took his helmet off his motorcycle, putting it on and tucking up his braid, no use looking bad for his possible assassination. He started the engine and revved it up, fish tailing and speeding down the drive. Behind him Trowa shook his head and went inside.
It took him 30 minutes more to get into town and even then where would he stop at? He didn't know. One little cafe on the corner looked promising though so he parked outside and turned off the engine. He un-pinned his braid, took off the helmet, and got off the bike, pocketing the keys. He tried to seem cheerful as he walked inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and when they did he picked a booth in the back so he could watch the door.
Five minutes later the door to the cafe opened and a man walked in. He wore a white suit so Duo guessed this must be the man that he was waiting for and sure enough, the stranger wearing sunglasses headed straight to his table and sat down. Duo felt his throat constrict and bit back the nervous knot in his stomach. Then he noticed something. There was something strangely fimiliar about this person. Like he had met them before.
T: Please enjoy the continuation of---
YJ: shut up
Jade: ::waves from inside her box::
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He woke up and stretched, his bangs falling into his sleep filled violet eyes. He yawned and climbed out of bed, getting a shower to wake himself up. He was dressed and braiding his hair when he heard a voice call up from downstairs. "Duo....you have a package!" Quatre called. He managed a tight smile. Imagine how confused the little arab must be about him getting a package at a safe house. His usual self would have rushed downstairs to laugh at the blonde boy, but he didnt feel much like laughing today.
He pulled on his shoes and headed down the stairs. A plate of food was on the kitchen counter and he figured that everyone had already eaten. Awe, someone had cooked for him, how sweet. He bit back the bitter taste of sarcasm. There was no point in trying to cheer him up till Heero was back from whatever hell he had been banished too. He went to the front door and found Quatre with his hands on his hips, looking at an medium sized cardboard box, staring at it like it contained the meaning of life.
"Think it'll blow up?" he asked, even to him his voice sounded far away and dull. Quatre jumped and looked at him, eyes wide. "No, I don't believe it will." the arab responded. "If it does you're coming with me." Duo replied. "Allah be merciful." "Oh ha-ha."
Duo carried the box into the living room, sitting down on the couch to look at it. He debated opening it, but knew in the end that his curiosity would get the better of him and he would. Better sooner than later. He stood and retrieved a pair of scissors, coming back to cut the tape off the top of the box and open it up. At first glance all he saw was a note and some tissue paper, but further investigation revealed a black Armani tuxedo and an invitation to some sort of party?
As Duo began opening the envelope Quatre moved up behind the couch with a cup of tea. He watched Duo intently, obviously the american wasn't the only pilot suseptable to curiosity. Duo set the envelope aside and read it to himself. It read as follows:
"Duo,
Remember what I said. Our game starts today. Put on this suit and leave the safe house. Go anywhere that you wish to meet me at. I will follow you there. Do not try to bring anyone along, it would be a very fatal mistake, for them. See you soon."
Sighing Duo rose from the couch, taking the suit with him up to his room. 30 minutes later a very gorgeous American pilot was walking down the stairs with his hands in his pockets. Quatre's eyes widened at him and then the blonde actually smiled.
"Wow." he said, very articulate. "Heh...thanks Kat." Duo grinned.
Quatre knew better than to ask where Duo was going. He wouldn't have gotten an answer anyway. Duo nodded once to him and then left the house. Outside he waved to Trowa who only looked up at him with a curious green eye. Ignoring the questions he saw there, he took his keys out of his pocket and took his helmet off his motorcycle, putting it on and tucking up his braid, no use looking bad for his possible assassination. He started the engine and revved it up, fish tailing and speeding down the drive. Behind him Trowa shook his head and went inside.
It took him 30 minutes more to get into town and even then where would he stop at? He didn't know. One little cafe on the corner looked promising though so he parked outside and turned off the engine. He un-pinned his braid, took off the helmet, and got off the bike, pocketing the keys. He tried to seem cheerful as he walked inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and when they did he picked a booth in the back so he could watch the door.
Five minutes later the door to the cafe opened and a man walked in. He wore a white suit so Duo guessed this must be the man that he was waiting for and sure enough, the stranger wearing sunglasses headed straight to his table and sat down. Duo felt his throat constrict and bit back the nervous knot in his stomach. Then he noticed something. There was something strangely fimiliar about this person. Like he had met them before.
