Watching Over You
Chapter 2: Preparation
Heero held in a look of disappointment after the five recent disguises; nothing worked. Trowa sat back in his chair and pondered, his foot tapping against air. Heero took a seat on Trowa's bed and studied the young adult's expressions. A look of failure hit Heero's vision.
"We're seventeen now..." Trowa thought out loud, "But if you look that old it'll be a dead giveaway." After Trowa's obvious talking, silence overtook the room. Heero closed his eyes and remembered the colony wars. The deaths, the never ending fighting, and then meeting Relena. Relena. He thought.
"You have to look younger, like fifteen..." Trowa stated and rose to his feet, "I just hope you can pull it off." Heero's emotionless gaze stayed, all the same, but unsure curiosity tugged at his nerves.
Duo and Quatre had been lazing around since Sally left. The two were stuck in miscellaneous conversation when Sally and Wufei entered the room. Sally was the first to speak out of the four, "So, where is he?" Duo and Quatre's expressions went blank, but before another word was said, Trowa and, what they assumed, Heero walked in.
"No way!" Duo shouted and started cracking up. Quatre's eyebrows curled confusedly. Wufei scoffed back a yelp. Heero was dressed in white short-sleeved T-shirt, with a red and yellow and blue vest that clashed; brown pants cut about two inches above his ankle, white tennis shoes, and barely visible white socks. A worn, brown, leathered watch on his right wrist, and his hair was parted and his dark-brown bangs touched the top of his thick, black rimmed, square glasses. Heero held a white, blue lined, notepad and retractable pencil. One word: geek.
Duo rubbed the tears from his eyes, and fell out of his seat from hysterical laughter. Quatre held back as much as he could, but here and there a chuckle seeped out. A look of disgust and humor played on Wufei's face. Sally clapped her hands together and laughed, she could tell Heero was already in enough pain, and embarrassment, as it was.
"You look great, Heero!" Sally applauded, "Now it's time to get the show on the road. Duo, book him in as an advanced teen in college hoping to be a Sanc reporter." Duo nodded and scrabbled to his feet.
Sally turned to Heero and smiled, "Good job, Trowa." Trowa nodded, taking in the compliment. "Heero, let me give you some important pointers." The green-eyed boy said, and led Heero out of the room.
"Lighten your voice and stutter. Don't forget your morals, opinions, and feelings, but keep them at the back of your mind. Don't speak unless your character would, but don't hold back either-" Heero cut into Trowa's speech, "I know. This'll be a piece of cake." Trowa smiled and sighed, "Good luck." Heero nodded and finished preparing to leave the Preventer building.
Heero huffed a sigh and practiced on the voice. Low, soft, stutter... Got it. It wasn't much longer until he needed to catch the bus.
"Heero!" He heard Sally call, "Here's the information on your character-" She tossed him a notebook, "And don't forget to think up a fake name, okay?"
"I won't, Sally. I'll contact you when I get the chance."
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