Tori: I have an addiction. "Song In Praise Of My Plastic Cup" by Toshi Keiyooshi

Awa: @__@ must…take…off…repeat…

Kegawa: *singing* I can wear you as a hat! I can stand you on a shelf! I can suck you to my face so I can look immature because-

Tori: *beats him with Ilpalazzo's guitar* YOU'RE KILLING IT FOR ME!

Kegawa: YOU'RE KILLING ME!

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I'm officially starting a campaign against the letter 'L'

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            'How…depressing," Heero thought as he lay atop of a row of gym lockers waiting for Tobias to change. The kid sure was taking a long time… Listlessly, he rolled over and peered down at him.

            "Oh joy… You're smoking pot," Heero grimaced, then froze as the boy's head turned slowly left, then right.

            "Who's there?" he mumbled.

            Heero leapt off the lockers onto the bench in the small section between them.

            "You can… hear me?"

            Tobias looked around again.

            "TOBIAS!" Heero yelled and suddenly wondered at the strange echo. The boy struggled to his feet.

            "MR. MARSHALL!"

            Heero followed his line of sight to the end of the lockers. Standing there, hands on his hips, was a beefy many with a sweat-stained grey tee-shirt and a whistle. He hadn't heard Heero after all…

            "Just what in the hell do you think you're doing, boy?" The gym teacher snatched Tobias's joint away and ground it into the floor. The whole room reeked of pot; a nice smell in comparison to dirty jock strap- and unwashed gym clothes-stink, but a unique, unmistakable scent nonetheless. Heero was surprised he hadn't noticed earlier…

            "I…" the dark haired boy began, leaning on the closest locker for support. Heero stood behind him, his hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

            "You just screwed yourself over, kid."

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            "So… What are we at the mall for? Clothes? Boys? Lip gloss?" Duo asked, trailing at bit behind his ward with his fingers laced behind his head. She spared him a glare over her shoulder and continued the conversation with her friends. "Right… I'm not supposed to talk to you…" he sighed, "Man, this is a drag."

            The braided angel sighed and dropped his arms, allowing them to hang in front of him uselessly. "Boring… Boring… Strange little psycho girl…" he sing-songed and immediately stumbled into her and fell over. She had stopped, pretending to admire a window display, just to trip him up.

"Grrrrr…" Duo growled, jumping to his feet and rubbing a spot on his bottom that he decided should be sore. "I'll get you back for that, you little punk! …drag me on boring girly trips to the stupid mall on a beautiful Saturday when you could be at church repenting for your sins so you can die a clean death and I can go back to heaven to see my girlfriend…"

Rachel winked knowingly and trotted to catch up to her friends

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            The moment Duet opened her eyes, she knew exactly where she was. The pure light of Heaven stung her eyes after the dust-ridden atmosphere of earth. She lay, a mass of ebony feathers and creamy robes, in a near-pit of soft cushions of nothingness, tinged different pastels to please the eyes.

            She watched with disinterest as a small blue-white bird fluttered down and landed softly on her chest. "Happy waking!" it chirped cheerfully, spreading its delicate, near gossamer, wings and shivering with delight.

            "Sure, Teak. Are Quatre and his ward alright?"

            "Yes, Miss," it replied quickly, folding its wings and dipping in some semblance of a bow.

            "Be sure to alert me when they arrive."

            "Yes, Miss." It bowed again.

            "Now, may I have the news report?"

            Teak opened its mouth to reply in its lilting little voice, but a violet-tinged illusion of a shadow fell over the two. They looked up at once.

            "Duet-sama." Treize bowed, then squatted down to be level with the girl. Duet reclined on her elbows and let her head loll back, grinning, so she could see him.

"Yes?"

"Don't smile at me like that," he grimaced, indignant.

"I'll do as I please. Now, what's the big deal?"

"There's a back-up in Limbo. God sent Ryuki to cover, but so far all he's done is set of the higher-flying species of birds on fire, so if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you please come back to work?"

"Hmmm…" Duet and Teak exchanged mismatched looks, then both looked at Treize.

"…I swear…All people do in heaven is give each other funny looks…" Treize grumbled and stood, his brownish-gold wings behind him shivering slightly in a forced stretch. Duet popped up next to him, grinning foolishly.

"Oh, go away…" He shoved her playfully and the smaller angel stumbled. She flared her wings to catch herself and, once righted, attached herself to her former enemy's left arm and smiled up at him.

"Walk with me," she said. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and would have gone undetected if it hadn't splashed onto Treize's hand.

He looked down at her and, frowning, replied, "Certainly."

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            "Donna… … … Pssst! Donna!" Trowa whispered in the little girl's ear.

            She sat, curled in a corner of her room in her nightgown, trembling and searching within herself for more tears to cry. She was afraid to move, afraid to make a sound and risk waking her father. Her eyes were wide with terror and her pupils dilated in the dark.

            "Donna.. Are you alright?" Trowa tried again, resting his hand on hers. If it was at all possible, her eyes opened even wider. Her hands went to her heart, where she pressed and held as to protect the precious thing it was.

            "Who is there?" she asked quietly, in what was definitely French. Trowa marveled for at moment that she could understand him, but chalked it up to his new angelic capabilities and shrugged it off. He struggled for an explanation and was half-prepared to spill the entire story to her, but wisely decided against it.

            "It's me, Trowa… I'm your guardian angel."

            "…Trois?" She looked in the wrong direction and didn't bother to close her mouth. Her sadness was replaced with awe at a speed which only a child's attention can achieve. She reached out at the empty space in front of her. "I can't see you."

            He laughed. Donna startled and looked in the correct direction this time. "Trois!" she squeaked, then caught herself. She froze and listened intently for footsteps outside her door. There were none.

            "Trois… I'm scared…" she whispered and padded slowly over to her bed.

            "It's alright… I'm here."

            "Will you stay until I'm asleep?"

            "I'll stay forever."

            She paused, halfway under the sheets, and though for a moment. "That's good," she decided, and lifted her other foot onto the bed. "Goodnight, Trois."

            "Goodnight, Donna. I'll see you in the morning."

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Tori: o__o Man have I fallen behind on this fic. Well, expect a bunch more chapters! I have them written, but they're in Japanese on my one laptop.

Awa: And what about Civilian?

Tori: Shizzlewhatnow?

Ke: And Super Battle Athletes Gundam Wing? And Lord of the Butterflies! Finders Inc.! Gundanium Chobits! Nezumi Mission! Operation Zodiac! The Gundam Pilots' guide To The Galaxy! YOUNG LOVE, FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Tori: Hmmm… Yanno what? Readers, which do YOU want me to work on? I'll put a poll in my profile… I'm loosing my mind… @__@ What am I FORGETTING!?