Here it is.yet another chapter and I still don't own any of these
characters.
Well.I have to ask. I've come up with an idea for a sequel to this story involving, among other things, Zechs looking for the person who killed his sister.oops, a give a way. Yes, I admit to it! There will come a chapter will Relena will suffer the ultimate punishment! crowds cheer You just don't know how she's going to die.hehe. But I felt it only fair to warn you ahead of time of the impending death in case that bothers you, though most of my wonderful reviewers seem to want her erased from existence so it shouldn't matter anyway. *_*;
I'm sorry it's taken a bit longer to get this chapter out. My last few days of work have been really busy and now I'm getting ready to go back to school, so I haven't had the kind of time to write that I'd like. Thanks for being patient.
Enjoy!
Sunday passed with little notice, and so Monday came once again. Lita rolled over, just happening to glance at the alarm clock on the little table next to her bed. "Oh my god! I'm gonna be late!" She jumped out of bed and scrambled around, throwing some clothes on. She threw open the door and rushed out into the kitchen only to trip over her feet and land splat on the floor. Lita quickly stood and dusted herself off and dashed out of the kitchen. She stopped short upon seeing that Heero, and only Heero, was seated on the couch with his laptop. "Hey! Where is everybody? We're gonna be late for school."
"No we aren't."
"We aren't? But isn't it Monday?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"We're not going. We canceled our mission. Therefore there is no longer any reason to go to there."
Lita thought for a moment. "Oh.well, that does make sense. At least I don't have to put up with all that pacifist junk anymore." She walked around and plopped down on the couch next to Heero. "So.where's everybody else?"
"Out."
She rolled her eyes. "Could you be anymore friendly this morning?"
"Probably. But why bother?"
"That sounds like something you'd say."
"I like to be consistent," he answered with a small smirk, causing her to laugh.
"You said the others went out. Exactly where is out?" Lita asked.
"Shopping."
"SHOPPING?"
"Duo's idea."
"And Wufei went along with this because.?"
"Because Duo promised him a special T-shirt if he went."
"Wufei went shopping just to get a stupid T-shirt? I don't think I'll ever understand you guys."
Heero shrugged. "I don't think we understand each other either."
"So tell me now why Duo felt the need to go shopping."
"He always goes shopping when we go to Outer Space."
"OUTER SPACE? You guys are going into space and leaving me behind? Thanks for telling me in advance!"
"You can stop yelling now. Outer Space is the name of Duo's favorite club. He whined around to Quatre that Saturday didn't count as going out so Quatre caved and agreed to drag the rest of us out to the club."
"Umm.you guys go to clubs frequently?"
Heero shrugged again. "Good place to pick up information. Amazing what people will say after a few rounds."
"Well, yeah. I guess so."
"Don't you ever go?"
"Um.I don't spy on people. Besides, the ones for people my age are all.well.."
"Abnormal."
"You could say that. But wait.if Duo's buying new clothes.are the others?"
Heero nodded.
"Then.why didn't you go shopping with them?"
"I don't like clothes shopping. Besides.all those club-style clothes look the same so it doesn't matter what Duo brings back, it'll still be.atrocious."
"You'd actually let Duo pick out your clothes?"
"I told you, they're all the same. Besides it's only fair since Quatre's picking out yours." Heero suddenly frowned at the laptop's screen in front of him.
"Mine.?" Lita didn't notice the change in his expression, being preoccupied with thoughts of what her outfit might look like.
Just then, a young man in a black T-shirt and blue jeans came into the room. His hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail, and he was trying not to grin.a vain attempt I might add. "Read my shirt," he said proudly.
"Um.ok," Lita said. She got up and walked over in front of him, reading the printing. "I went out Saturday night.." At this point, Wufei turned around so she could read the writing on the back. "And all I got was this lousy turkey." The shirt even came complete with its own picture of a turkey.
"I think Wufei has an unhealthy obsession," Trowa noted, as he entered the room followed by Duo and Quatre, all carrying bags.
"I'll agree to that," Lita said.
Duo then proceeded to shove a bag at Heero, while Quatre passed one to Lita. "Twenty-two hundred hours," Duo said.
"Huh?"
"He means 10 o'clock Lita," Quatre clarified.
"Oh.guess the good stuff doesn't happen 'til late at night huh?"
Duo grinned. "Damn right it doesn't."
Heero shut down the laptop, standing up abruptly. "I need to see you upstairs.now."
"Heero," Duo whined. "You haven't even seen the clothes yet!"
Heero glared. "NOW."
"Y.yes sir!" Duo saluted and scrambled for the stairs, the others following along at a more reasonable pace.
Standing with her bag in her hand, Lita frowned. "Heero.is something wrong?"
"Nothing that concerns you." Yet, he said to himself as he went upstairs.
Shrugging it off, Lita went back to her room to get a little more "beauty sleep" before getting ready for the all night party.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the library, Heero had called to order a meeting of his fellow pilots. "I got mail today.a warning."
"Warning?" Quatre asked.
Heero nodded. "Rumors of an anti-pacifist faction that is slowly turning into an army bent on destroying pacifism's roots."
Duo whistled. "That's pretty serious."
Heero nodded. "And if we're going to get any information, Outer Space will be the place to do it.reluctant as I am to admit it. Seems to be popular with the rebel type and the OZ soldiers."
"Heero.what happens if we do find out conformation?"
"Number one rule Quatre.never trust anybody. A man can appear drunk but be perfectly sober. Anything they tell us could be a lie to through us off."
Duo rolled his eyes. "Like they'd know who we are anyway."
"Maxwell.you are so stupid it is unjust. Anybody connected with OZ will know who we are."
"Oh.yeah.right.I knew that!"
"Anyway," Heero continued. "You know what happens if this goes full-scale."
Everyone nodded.
"Good. Remember.not a word of this conversation leaves this room."
The group filed out of the room and went their separate ways. At precisely 10 that night, the quiet of the afternoon was shattered.
"WHERE ARE YOU GUYS??"
"SHUT UP MAXWELL!" Wufei yelled back, tromping down the stairs. "We aren't deaf."
Duo, standing at the bottom of the stairs, pouted. "Aww.man you're no fun Wu-man."
"INJUSTICE! That is not my name.It is Chang Wufei. But you can call me Turkey."
Trowa came out of the kitchen, followed by Quatre just in time to hear. "I told you he had an unhealthy obsession Quatre.but no. You told me it was just a phase he was going through."
"I'm beginning to think you're having an unhealthy obsession with Wufei's turkey obsession."
"Cut it out," Heero said, coming down the stairs. "I'm not in the mood to go out anyway, so don't push it. And if anybody has an unhealthy obsession, it's Duo and his obsession with torture."
"Aww.geez Heero, the clothes aren't that bad." Duo surveyed the group. All five were dressed similarly; black pants and shoes and short sleeved shirts made of some shiny material. All a bit on the snug side I might add.
Heero looked down at his own green shirt. "Well, at least it doesn't have flames on it this time."
"There was nothing wrong with those shirts!"
"I think Maxwell is obsessed with shopping," Wufei said.
"Better then being obsessed with turkeys," Duo retorted.
"I think all of you are obsessed with obsessing!" Lita exclaimed, making her voice heard for the first time since she'd slipped into the room. She had on a shiny silver halter top, over which there was a long-sleeved black lace jacket-type shirt that tied in front, reaching almost to the hem of her black mini skirt. Silverish colored hose and black platform sandals finished it off.
Duo turned in her direction, a grin plastered on his face. "I think Quatre did a pretty good job."
She blushed slightly. "Oh cut it out. But seriously, this will make it easier for me to help."
"Help?" Heero asked.
Lita nodded. "You said you go there to pick up information. Let me help you. I'm sure I can find out something you can use."
He frowned. "Absolutely not. You're not getting involved in our work."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well fine Mr. Friendly.see if I offer to help you again." Arms crossed over her chest, she stuck her tongue out at him. With that, she turned and headed out of the room.
Quatre sighed. "I have a feeling this going to be a long night."
Well.I have to ask. I've come up with an idea for a sequel to this story involving, among other things, Zechs looking for the person who killed his sister.oops, a give a way. Yes, I admit to it! There will come a chapter will Relena will suffer the ultimate punishment! crowds cheer You just don't know how she's going to die.hehe. But I felt it only fair to warn you ahead of time of the impending death in case that bothers you, though most of my wonderful reviewers seem to want her erased from existence so it shouldn't matter anyway. *_*;
I'm sorry it's taken a bit longer to get this chapter out. My last few days of work have been really busy and now I'm getting ready to go back to school, so I haven't had the kind of time to write that I'd like. Thanks for being patient.
Enjoy!
Sunday passed with little notice, and so Monday came once again. Lita rolled over, just happening to glance at the alarm clock on the little table next to her bed. "Oh my god! I'm gonna be late!" She jumped out of bed and scrambled around, throwing some clothes on. She threw open the door and rushed out into the kitchen only to trip over her feet and land splat on the floor. Lita quickly stood and dusted herself off and dashed out of the kitchen. She stopped short upon seeing that Heero, and only Heero, was seated on the couch with his laptop. "Hey! Where is everybody? We're gonna be late for school."
"No we aren't."
"We aren't? But isn't it Monday?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"We're not going. We canceled our mission. Therefore there is no longer any reason to go to there."
Lita thought for a moment. "Oh.well, that does make sense. At least I don't have to put up with all that pacifist junk anymore." She walked around and plopped down on the couch next to Heero. "So.where's everybody else?"
"Out."
She rolled her eyes. "Could you be anymore friendly this morning?"
"Probably. But why bother?"
"That sounds like something you'd say."
"I like to be consistent," he answered with a small smirk, causing her to laugh.
"You said the others went out. Exactly where is out?" Lita asked.
"Shopping."
"SHOPPING?"
"Duo's idea."
"And Wufei went along with this because.?"
"Because Duo promised him a special T-shirt if he went."
"Wufei went shopping just to get a stupid T-shirt? I don't think I'll ever understand you guys."
Heero shrugged. "I don't think we understand each other either."
"So tell me now why Duo felt the need to go shopping."
"He always goes shopping when we go to Outer Space."
"OUTER SPACE? You guys are going into space and leaving me behind? Thanks for telling me in advance!"
"You can stop yelling now. Outer Space is the name of Duo's favorite club. He whined around to Quatre that Saturday didn't count as going out so Quatre caved and agreed to drag the rest of us out to the club."
"Umm.you guys go to clubs frequently?"
Heero shrugged again. "Good place to pick up information. Amazing what people will say after a few rounds."
"Well, yeah. I guess so."
"Don't you ever go?"
"Um.I don't spy on people. Besides, the ones for people my age are all.well.."
"Abnormal."
"You could say that. But wait.if Duo's buying new clothes.are the others?"
Heero nodded.
"Then.why didn't you go shopping with them?"
"I don't like clothes shopping. Besides.all those club-style clothes look the same so it doesn't matter what Duo brings back, it'll still be.atrocious."
"You'd actually let Duo pick out your clothes?"
"I told you, they're all the same. Besides it's only fair since Quatre's picking out yours." Heero suddenly frowned at the laptop's screen in front of him.
"Mine.?" Lita didn't notice the change in his expression, being preoccupied with thoughts of what her outfit might look like.
Just then, a young man in a black T-shirt and blue jeans came into the room. His hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail, and he was trying not to grin.a vain attempt I might add. "Read my shirt," he said proudly.
"Um.ok," Lita said. She got up and walked over in front of him, reading the printing. "I went out Saturday night.." At this point, Wufei turned around so she could read the writing on the back. "And all I got was this lousy turkey." The shirt even came complete with its own picture of a turkey.
"I think Wufei has an unhealthy obsession," Trowa noted, as he entered the room followed by Duo and Quatre, all carrying bags.
"I'll agree to that," Lita said.
Duo then proceeded to shove a bag at Heero, while Quatre passed one to Lita. "Twenty-two hundred hours," Duo said.
"Huh?"
"He means 10 o'clock Lita," Quatre clarified.
"Oh.guess the good stuff doesn't happen 'til late at night huh?"
Duo grinned. "Damn right it doesn't."
Heero shut down the laptop, standing up abruptly. "I need to see you upstairs.now."
"Heero," Duo whined. "You haven't even seen the clothes yet!"
Heero glared. "NOW."
"Y.yes sir!" Duo saluted and scrambled for the stairs, the others following along at a more reasonable pace.
Standing with her bag in her hand, Lita frowned. "Heero.is something wrong?"
"Nothing that concerns you." Yet, he said to himself as he went upstairs.
Shrugging it off, Lita went back to her room to get a little more "beauty sleep" before getting ready for the all night party.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the library, Heero had called to order a meeting of his fellow pilots. "I got mail today.a warning."
"Warning?" Quatre asked.
Heero nodded. "Rumors of an anti-pacifist faction that is slowly turning into an army bent on destroying pacifism's roots."
Duo whistled. "That's pretty serious."
Heero nodded. "And if we're going to get any information, Outer Space will be the place to do it.reluctant as I am to admit it. Seems to be popular with the rebel type and the OZ soldiers."
"Heero.what happens if we do find out conformation?"
"Number one rule Quatre.never trust anybody. A man can appear drunk but be perfectly sober. Anything they tell us could be a lie to through us off."
Duo rolled his eyes. "Like they'd know who we are anyway."
"Maxwell.you are so stupid it is unjust. Anybody connected with OZ will know who we are."
"Oh.yeah.right.I knew that!"
"Anyway," Heero continued. "You know what happens if this goes full-scale."
Everyone nodded.
"Good. Remember.not a word of this conversation leaves this room."
The group filed out of the room and went their separate ways. At precisely 10 that night, the quiet of the afternoon was shattered.
"WHERE ARE YOU GUYS??"
"SHUT UP MAXWELL!" Wufei yelled back, tromping down the stairs. "We aren't deaf."
Duo, standing at the bottom of the stairs, pouted. "Aww.man you're no fun Wu-man."
"INJUSTICE! That is not my name.It is Chang Wufei. But you can call me Turkey."
Trowa came out of the kitchen, followed by Quatre just in time to hear. "I told you he had an unhealthy obsession Quatre.but no. You told me it was just a phase he was going through."
"I'm beginning to think you're having an unhealthy obsession with Wufei's turkey obsession."
"Cut it out," Heero said, coming down the stairs. "I'm not in the mood to go out anyway, so don't push it. And if anybody has an unhealthy obsession, it's Duo and his obsession with torture."
"Aww.geez Heero, the clothes aren't that bad." Duo surveyed the group. All five were dressed similarly; black pants and shoes and short sleeved shirts made of some shiny material. All a bit on the snug side I might add.
Heero looked down at his own green shirt. "Well, at least it doesn't have flames on it this time."
"There was nothing wrong with those shirts!"
"I think Maxwell is obsessed with shopping," Wufei said.
"Better then being obsessed with turkeys," Duo retorted.
"I think all of you are obsessed with obsessing!" Lita exclaimed, making her voice heard for the first time since she'd slipped into the room. She had on a shiny silver halter top, over which there was a long-sleeved black lace jacket-type shirt that tied in front, reaching almost to the hem of her black mini skirt. Silverish colored hose and black platform sandals finished it off.
Duo turned in her direction, a grin plastered on his face. "I think Quatre did a pretty good job."
She blushed slightly. "Oh cut it out. But seriously, this will make it easier for me to help."
"Help?" Heero asked.
Lita nodded. "You said you go there to pick up information. Let me help you. I'm sure I can find out something you can use."
He frowned. "Absolutely not. You're not getting involved in our work."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well fine Mr. Friendly.see if I offer to help you again." Arms crossed over her chest, she stuck her tongue out at him. With that, she turned and headed out of the room.
Quatre sighed. "I have a feeling this going to be a long night."