Damn Love

Chapter Six

            When I had entered the dining room I found a accumulation of eyes peering at me.  To be specific – seven.  Seven questioning, glaring, laughing, and despondent eyes.  What's wrong with people these days? Didn't their mothers teach them that staring is impolite? Well, the fact that none of them really had mothers could be used as a pathetic excuse.  And since I was going to be the Ambassador I'm sure I could decree something about manner lessons.  Yeah, that'd be nice – and I'm sure Relena would like it, too.

            "Congratulations, Heero." That was obviously Quatre.  Who else would say such a thing?  I bet he wishes that he had taken my job, now.  See, the ever-sweet and humble Quatre refused the Ambassador's occupation before Zechs.  But anyone who feared fot eh safety of their life, knew that offering a job to Zechs second.  He was just one of those kids who always had to be at the front of the line in kindergarten.

            But since Zechs never knew – who was going to be stupid and tell him? Thankfully no one. I doubt their head would ever be able to bend back into a natural position after such an encounter.  Not to mention I'm sure we'd have a lovely lawsuit on our hands if someone had.  And God do I hate going to court. 

            "You going to sit down?"

            I looked over at Wufei, still with that displeased look squashed onto his face.  What was up his ass this time? This personal vendetta thing was starting to seriously prance on my nerves.

            "Yeah." I muttered.

            "We're here to celebrate your new position, Heero!  May you serve your job well!" exclaimed Quatre, smiling all the while.  At least then I understood why they were there.  Obviously, some dumbass forgot to inform my colleagues that I happen to be deadly ill.  That and I'm only taking the position for two weeks.  14 days! Just enough time to hand in my resignation.  I wonder how mad Zechs would be if I handed the job off to Dorothy.

            "There is no economy in going to bed early to save two candles if the result is twins." Stated Wufei from out of nowhere.  Was that his idea of some sick joke? Or did he really think he was giving me advice? What – don't jump into bed with Relena until I save candles? People can be so confusing.    

            "Umm….why don't we eat? I'm starved!" called Duo as he ran into the kitchen.  Usually I cook.  No, I always cook.  Let's just say I wasn't surprised with the condition of the food.

            I could have sworn I saw Trowa spit a burnt yam into his napkin as his solitary eye's eyebrow shot up in disgust.  I couldn't really blame him – and if I wasn't so used to eating military food, I might have gotten food poisoning like Quatre.

            Yeah, those two left early.  I don't know if the blond made it down the elevator without puking, though.  And what was that moronic roommate of mine doing? Laughing his head off.  Though I do have to admit that in all my years of traveling around the world, I've never seen anyone turn that green.  I also noticed a certain braided baka's dinner consisted of a beer and a bag of Lays.  So he's got some smarts in that head of his.

            What I didn't notice was Wufei, still glaring from his corner. 

            "Virtue becomes a wife – beauty becomes a concubine." He couldn't say anything helpful? Like 'I'll clean the dishes for you' or 'fighting is bad'? So now he was an obsession with my love life. Wonderful.  That makes three guys.  I should really have a sign up sheet, because I don't think I can take more than one at a time.

            "Leave."

            "Those who despise-"

            "Out."

            Needless to say, he left.  Not as quickly as I would have liked, but at least he left.  The only thing left to do was turn off the infernal racket coming from Maxwell's room and I'd be fine.  I didn't know that peace was so hard to keep.  Let's say my respect for my lovely peacekeeper was dramatically heightened.

            "Relena left her gloves here."

            "I'll give them to her tomorrow."

            "That's okay.  I think I will."

            "You have work."

            "Yeah, but Relena and you aren't gonna be in, so I got the whole floor to myself," he rambled on.  I made note of the fact that I would have to send Trowa in to control the office while I was away.  Hey, I agree with the government on some things – never leave a child unattended. 

Somehow, he managed to fit more hot air into his system and began blabbering on again.

            "And let you get the point? No way!"

            "Point?" I asked, bewildered to say the least.

            "Yeah, you know.  You think just because you're Mr. Ambassador, you got Relena.  Well, I'll tell you something – I'm gonna be back and with more points than ever."  He called even though I was standing practically in front of him.

            "Points?" I was still hopelessly and totally lost.  This thing was starting to make me feel pretty stupid.  He knew something I didn't and I was going to find out at all costs.  Even though it wasn't all that hard to get him to blab his brains out.

            "I get a point for every time Relena:  compliments, congratulates, hugs, touches and/or admits her secret desire for me."

            That made much more sense.  See, if people are just clear in their speech, then life is so much easier.  I seriously couldn't help but grin as I said the following.

            "How many points do I get for taking Relena home, touching her hand, having her congratulate me…. and knowing her cat's name is Jerry."

            Before reacting he asked, "Isn't Jerry the mouse?"

            To him, I'm sure it looked like I was blowing off his question, which was the look I was going for. But in reality, I didn't know the answer. Who does name their cat by a mouse's name?

            Well, at least I had more points than him.  But now the battle was out in the open.  Meaning, survival of the fittest.  And, though I don't mean to be vain – I am the fittest.  Little did I realize that with this newfound system, I would have to vie harder for my dearest love. 

            Some Ritalin in a certain sodapop can wouldn't hurt my standings either.

            A/N- I'm not really liking this chapter – but I remind myself that its only a filler.  Just something to connect the next chapters so they don't sound so awkward.  Not my best writing, but I hope to be updating soon. Ummm…been very tired lately, but other than that, I'm not extremely busy.  Thank you to all the wonderful reviewers – you guys make my day! Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoy writing!

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