The five boys rushed into the theater. Quatre pulled out his wallet and paid for the tickets as Duo dragged Heero over to the concessions. "Ooh, they're all soo pretty… Can I have all of them?"

"No."

"How about just one of each kind?"

"No."

"Then all of the Pixy Stick's?"

"NO."

"What about the cotton candy?"

"Hell no."

"Do you ever say 'yes'?"

"Rarely."

"Asshole. How about three dozen super ropes?"

"No."

"Can I have anything?"

"Possibly."

"Are you doing that 'I'm trying to see how long I can go without saying yes' thing?"

"I'm trying."

"I bet I can make you screw up."

"Try me."

"Is the sky blue?"

"Not today, it seemed sort of clouded over like maybe a storm is coming on."

"Is your name Heero Yuy?"

"Technically."

"Are you a boy?"

"Of course I am."

"I am I annoying?"

"More so than anything else."

"Do I have long hair?"

"In comparison to what?"

"Most other guys."

"In comparison to most other guys, you have long hair."

"Can I have a box of Junior Mints?"

"Sure." Heero pulled a few bills out of his wallet and placed them on the counter. "Can I order a box of Junior Mints?"

The clerk looked up at him, chewed on her bubble gum a few seconds, looked at Duo and grinned. "Are you sure that's all you want? I think that your friend wants more."

"Yes, I'm sure that's all. You've never seen this guys on a sugar rush."

Both the clerk and Duo began laughing hysterically. Heero looked at them both blankly.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"You said 'yes'."

Heero promptly flashed them the Death Glare from Hell © and walked back toward Quatre and the others. He leaned against the wall next to the Tekken 3 arcade game, glared at everyone else and crossed his arms, making for the perfect picture of antisocial. Much to his dismay, Duo came bounding toward him.

"Heero, I got you some Mountain Dew with your change since you didn't get it from the nice lady." Duo handed the soft drink toward 'antisocial' while still running toward him and tripped. The majority of the pop was spilt on Heero's shirt and arms, and a few drops splattered on the arcade game. Heero once again shot a glare throughout the theater, stood up and headed toward the restrooms.

"Where ya' going?" the braided boy asked innocently.

"To clean up. I don't need you help."

"Oh."

As Heero walked past, Quatre handed him his ticket. "We'll be in theater number 5."

"Okay." Hero stuffed the ticket into his wallet, put that back into his back pocket and headed into the restroom. What he met wasn't what he expected.

"Don't you know that this is the Ladies restroom?!?!?" The voice belonged to a girl with reddish-brown hair tie neatly into a braid, quite similar to Duo's.

"S-so sorry ma'am." Heero took a better look at the girl. "Ryoko?"

"Heero Yuy? What are you doin' here? Lookin' for trouble?"

Suddenly, it seemed as if all of the blood in Heero's body rose to his cheeks (A.N. The ones on his face, Washu!) as he blushed more violently than a girl who has lost her skirt in the midst of a large crowd. "Uhh… We're just here to see a movie."

"We? Your friends came? I haven't gotten to meet them yet, which movie are you seeing?"

"M-mission Imp-possible: T-three."

"Why are you stuttering?"

Heero's already scarlet face turned even deeper red. "Uhh… I need to get cleaned up, so I'll just get to the men's –"

Ryoko shook her head. "I'll help you, I was wondering why you were all wet." She grinned at the thought of a pun that could go along with what she had just stated. "Here, get that shirt off and I'll rinse it out. I have an extra shirt that I just bought that you can have."

"Oh… thanks."

"You know, we never have talked after what happened last week. I'm not busy for the rest of the evening, maybe we could go out somewhere."

Heero nodded as he pulled his shirt off and handed it to Ryoko. Just as she was handing him the other one, an elderly woman walked in. Both of the teens turned pure white as they expected the woman to faint or scream or something like that. Instead, she just shook her head, muttered something about 'Young people', and went about doing her business. She glared at them, when she saw that they were just standing in the middle of the room like statues when she finished. "I hope you young people at least have some sort of protection while you're doing that." As she left the room, so did all tension in the air.

Ryoko stuck her tongue out at the door. "Assumptuous bitch." With that, Ryoko reached into her shopping bag, retrieved a black T-shirt and handed it to Heero. She turned the water on in one of the sinks, placed Heero's green tank top under the running water and watched him pull on the black shirt from the mirror. "You know, you look good in that black shirt. I was gonna keep it or myself, but I think it fits you better." Not that he isn't fine without a shirt.

"I don't mean to be rude, but isn't this a girls' shirt?"

"No. If I only shopped in the girl's clothing department, I wouldn't wear the majority of what I'd find. Most of those clothes have frills, flowers, and pink on them."

"Oh."

"Besides, isn't that one of the new styles that girls are wearing guys clothing?"

"Uh.. I guess so." He pulled the black T-shirt on and checked himself in the mirror.

Ryoko leaned over his shoulder. "You know, you look fine in that."

DD

Suddenly the door flew open, "RYOKO!!! RYOKO!!! YOUR MISSING IT!!"

Ryoko gave a look of utter annoyance. "Washu! What the hell do you want!"

Washu grinned, "Well, this guy is out in the lobby and he has really long hair and he's really hot and, well, about 3 minutes ago he lost his shirt. Now he's fighting with the concession guys because they won't give him candy. And Ryoko, What in the name of the seven hells are you doing with a guy in here?"

Heero gave his normal glare (patent pending; -P) and looked at Washu, "You said he had long hair, was it in a braid was he dressed in black and was he on a major sugar high?"

Washu nods happily, "To put it simply, yes."

Heero ran out to the lobby to see Duo, shirtless and irate, yelling at people while Wufei Quatre and Trowa all stood in a corner, acting as if they knew nothing of the crazed lunatic. Heero rushed up and handed Duo a 20, which Duo promptly handed over to the disgruntled employees.

VSO

Heero glared briefly at Duo and then he bowed down to the employees. "I'm sorry, but my.. uhh… brother doesn't get out much." He leans closer to the employees, whispering, "He's not used to being out of his straight-jacket, ya' know?"

One girl, whom previously witnessed Duo at the candy counter placed her index finger upon her chin, considering what Heero had said. She glanced over to Heero, whose face held a pleading expression, and then she looked at Duo, who was now grinning like mad and checking Washu out from a distance. The girl sighed, shook her head and said, "Yes, I can understand what you mean, sir." The others all shook there heads and murmured in agreement.

Next, a guy with shaggy black hair, a little more than six feet of height, enough piercing to make a metal detector explode, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses took role as spokesperson'.

"Sir," he said primly, despite his punk-rocker looks, "Your.. ahem.. brother has aggravated our entire staff at this prestigious theater. It is to my opinion that he should be taken away from this place. However, being the kind man that I happen to be, I will condone him for a short while longer." He cleared his throat, "Should he so much as sneeze in the wrong direction, all seven of you will be removed from this theater."

"But, there are only five of us."

The man cleared his throat and pointed at Washu, Ryoko, Duo, Trowa, Wufei, and Quatre. All six were standing nearby the west wall, talking to one another. "Seven." He stated in a crisp tone.

Heero, despite all of his previous experience with authority, broke into a cold sweat. This guy was worse than twenty of Dr. J. "Yessir."

"You may now return to your business, as long as your 'brother' gets his shirt back on."

Heero saluted. "Yessir."

"Are you mocking me?"

Another employee grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt. "Cool it, Craig, I think you scared the shit out of him."(A.N. Washu is going to MURDER Ryoko for usage of this name b/c Craig is her guy he does NOT need to be put in here, most likely he could blow up the metal thingy, but that's beside the point!! It's not like the description doesn't fit him 2 a key!! You assmunch!)

While Craig was distracted, Heero dashed over to where the other pilots, Washu, and Ryoko stood.

For some time, in fact, while the entire ordeal with Craig and the other employees had gone on, Wufei had been studying Ryoko, trying to place where he had previously seen her. After a few moments, he reached his conclusion. "You're that bitch who almost ran me over with the black Dodge Ram on the highway, aren't you?"

"So you're the little toad who almost made a blood stain on my new truck, then… If you want to keep running out in front of vehicles, try not to get hit by anything brand new, like mine, okay?"

Wufei was shaking with rage. "Woman, I challenge you to a duel."

"Not right now, worm. I have to go buy tickets. Washu, do you mind if we see a different movie?"

"Sure, I've seen this one three times already."

Ryoko practically skipped over to the ticket counter, armed with twelve dollars. "I'd like to purchase two tickets to Mission: Impossible 3." Ryoko handed the clerk the cash and about fifty-three cents of change and two tickets were handed back.

The seven walked into theater five and chose their seats. The theater lights had not yet been dimmed, so the group had a chance to scout out an area to hunker down for the movie. Of course, with the given situation, someone had gotten a better idea that to sit and watch a movie.