Title: Tribe called Death

Rating: PG or PG-13

Parings: 34/3x4(main) 1x2 13x5

Warnings: Terrible author skills, random things.

Future Warnings: Blood…umm…

A.N: I'm Terrible at being an author. Sigh. I'm thinking of another story now…grrr. But this story and maybe I Promise will be the ones I must finish. But I've had a bad case of writers block. But onto Chappy 3.

Blah kinda setting change.

Trowa's POV

I stared at the chief with no emotions in my forest eyes. The wises of the tribe just told an outsider, a cute, outsider who we are.

"So, your guys are the legendary tribe called Death. The ones that uses dark, light, black, and white magic?" the cute outsider asked.

"Yes," replied our chief, "We do know of almost all types of magic."

"So…could you teach me any?"

"NO!"

Everyone turned their heads to the cage where the noise came from. It came from the other three outsiders. Sometimes I wish I could let my anisoul lose sometimes 1…sigh.

"I will not allow my only child to be taught magic. You do know what it does to you?" The women yelled, "I'll tell you. It makes you very sick, everyone will hate you, and-"

"Now, Now, Catherine," the younger of the men stated, " If Quatre learned magic, he could help us in a lot of ways."

"How could he help?"

"He could find out where the gold is, make money and food come out of no where, and even could make us rich while everyone else is poor. We could take over!"

While parents were talking

"So Trowa, why do they call you The Silencer?" asked that beautiful blonde angel-crap, I forgot his name.

"Ummm, it's because…I'm usually quiet," I managed to get that much out.

"Oh…another thing. Can you let me out?"

I looked at the chief and saw him nod. I opened the hatch and let the angel out. Now if only I could remember his name.

"Thanks," He said.

Wow. He's……perfect. Seeing his hair blow in the breeze, the sunlight kisses his lips. Damn you sunlight. Lets see…what to do. I know!

"Umm, do you want to go inside my hut? Umm, it's really comfortable," Stupid Trowa! Grrrr…

"Okay. My legs do feel a bit cramped,"

Inside Trowa Hut

"Wow. This sure is spacey. And you live by yourself?" He asked.

"Yes. Heero and Duo share one and Wufei and Chief Treize share one. You do know who they are, right?"

"I have a guess. The one with the braid is Duo, the one with the short chocolate hair is Heero, The one with the black hair is Wufei, and the chief is Treize. I think"

"Yes, your right."

He looks around the room and spots some rocks that are curved as if they were bowls. Inside one was a red liquid like stuff (favorite word) and the other had green liquid like stuff. He put his finger in the red one and tasted it.

"It taste just like strawberries."

"Yes. That's the paint I use when we are having Anisoul Ceremonies,"

"Not to be rude but, what the hell is that?"

Back to the cage at 6:00pm

Author-POV

"Yes then we trick him into doing it. That's how we get rich!" Quatre's father exclaimed.

"I still don't get it," Quatre's mother said confused.

"Okay, first you buy a cow. The we go fishing with the cow. We use the cow as bait. Then-"

"Will yall just SHUT UP!"

"Yes dad." Quatre's father said defeated.

1 You'll find out what it is in the next chapter.

A.N: So how was it? Sorry there wasn't any 1x2 or 13x5 in this chapter. Tried adding 3x4 but its more 34. So many numbers… oh someone told me if Heero and Duo were friend they would have Trowa. And if they were lovers, they would have another Duo. Get it. 123 and 1x22. It's stupid. Anyway, working on I Promise. And I hope you guys aren't bored.

Ja,

Luckk