Satanira- My muse left me to go on vacation. Not much will be done for a
while. Sorry. But hey, at least this gives me a chance to type up my old
stories and post them!
Hiei- Your muse isn't on vacation; he ran away.
Satanira- How dare you tell lies like that about my Chibi Hiroyuki?! whacks Hiei with a frying pan and locks him in a cage Take that!
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Quatre yelled, landing another solid kick on one of the soldiers. "My day can't possibly get any fucking worse, can it?" One of the attackers got the bright idea of sneaking up behind the blonde, and wound up on the floor with a back that was most likely broken, due to the fact that Heero had landed on him after a spectacular drop-kick.
"You okay, Quatre?" Heero asked, downing the last soldier with a single punch to the stomach. "Did any of them score on you?"
"Nah." Quatre said, grinning. "Not a scratch. I'm fine, see?"
"Then explain the blood on your pants." Heero countered emotionlessly.
"Blood on my-" Quatre started, looking down to find that his pants were, indeed, soaked with blood. "Oh shit." He whispered, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'll.... uh.... be right back." he said, turning and running as fast as he could to the nearest restroom.
"And you're sure none of the soldiers could have nicked him?" Wufei asked thoughtfully, fiddling with the handle of his katana.
"We're talking about between his legs here, Chang." Heero said, pausing in his typing long enough to glare at his Chinese teammate. "None of them were armed with anything but knives. His clothing was not torn. Logically, there was no was he could have sustained injury from such a feeble attack."
"Well then, what do you think might be wrong?" Wufei demanded crossly.
"I don't have enough information to make an educated guess." Heero said calmly. "We'll have to ask him directly."
"You'll have to ask who what directly?" Quatre asked cheerfully, walking into the room with clean pants on.
"Perfect timing." Heero said, moving to plant himself in front of Quatre. "We need to ask you about earlier. Now explain."
"Explain...what, exactly?" Quatre asked innocently, flashing a calm smile that dissappeared when he saw the dispassionate look on Heero's face. "Never mind." He sighed. "I know what you're talking about. But I'm not going to tell you. It's my little secret, okay?"
"I don't think so, Winner." Wufei countered, seemingly materializing behind Quatre. "You're going to talk, whether you want to or not."
"But..." Quatre protested weakly. He fell silent for a moment, then his face suddenly flushed with anger. "Why the hell is it any of your business?" He demanded, loosing a wild kick that caught Wufei in the shin.
"Christ, Winner," Wufei taunted, although he winced as Quatre's foot connected with his leg. "you kick like a woman."
"Well, maybe that's because I am one!" Quatre shouted before she could stop herself.
"What did you just say?" Heero asked, not sure if his ears were working right.
"I... uh...." Quatre stammered, her eyes widening as she began to panic. "I... I s-said... I..."
"You just said you're a woman, didn't you?" Wufei interrupted.
"And so what if I am?" She countered, slipping past him. "It's not like it really matters."
"Actually," Wufei said, grabbing the back of Quatre's shirt, "it does. You've been hiding this from us since the first time we met you?"
"Let me go!" Quatre yelled, twisting until her shirt came loose and tearing out of the room, Heero and Wufei a step behind her. They'd almost caught up to her when she ran into Trowa.
All four pilots wound up on the floor, blinking at the paper floating gently to the floor around them.
"Quatre, are you all right?" Trowa asked, standing and offering the blond a hand up.
Quatre's eyes filled with tears, and she all but threw herself at Trowa, burying her face in his chest.
"Make them leave me alone!" She wailed plaintively as Trowa put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Make them go the fuck away! I'm in a really, really bad mood, the cramps are horrible, and they aren't helping at all!!"
"Cramps?" Trowa repeated, bewildered. "Quatre, what are you talking about? What's wrong?"
"It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd found me out yesterday, or even this morning." Quatre continued, plowing on as if Trowa hadn't said a word. "But now I'm on the rag, and I need my meds big time, before I go suicidal! Or even worse, homicidal!"
"Calm down, Quatre." Trowa soothed. "You aren't making any sense."
"Stop calling me that!" Quatre yelled, pulling away from Trowa. "My name isn't Quatre!"
"What's going on in here?" Relena glided gracefully into the hall, stopping to take in the sight before her. Heero and Wufei had managed to stand up, and were staring at Quatre, as was a very shocked Trowa. Quatre was red eyed, still crying, and perilously close to hyperventilating.
"Th-they...they found me out." Quatre said in a shaky whisper, wiping her cheeks with the back of one hand.
"Oh, poor princess!" Relena said sympathetically, hurrying to wrap her arms around Quatre. "Judging by the shouting, I'd say at the worst possible time, too. You poor thing. And all of this right before your birthday."
"I'm sorry I blew our cover." Quatre apologized, wiping her nose off on her sleeve. "I always mess things up, don't I?"
"Not at all, Princess." Relena countered, gently petting Quatre's hair in a soothing gesture. "Nobody's perfect. You just made a mistake, is all, And I'm sure they won't tell anyone." Relena switched focus to glare at Wufei, Heero, and Trowa. "Right?"
"As soon as someone clarifies just what the hell is going on here." Trowa said amiably. "Because I am lost."
"Come with us." Relena said, dragging Quatre off towards the backyard.
"Sit down." Relena instructed, pointing at various large rocks situated near a noisy fountain and plopping gracelessly down on one.
The boys shrugged and chose rocks of their own. Quatre sat gingerly on the ground at Relena's feet, looking like she could bolt any second now.
"Okay. Explain now, please." Heero said.
"Shush." Relena responded, handing Quatre a water bottle and two small pills. "The cat's out of the bag now, I guess. Quatre here is a girl."
"Yup." Quatre said, swallowing the pills and smiling shyly at her teammates. "My real name is Quatrina Peacecraft, princess of the Sanq Kingdom."
"Well then, who's she?" Trowa asked, gesturing at Relena.
"He." Relena corrected. "My name is Adam Micheal Winner, only son and heir of the Winner family."
"Life just got really confusing." Wufei groaned, shaking his head. "Really, really confusing."
"You don't know the half of it." Quatre said, sighing.
Satanira- Yay! Done with chapter one! Hey, that rhymed!
Hiei- Let me go or kill me now, please.
Satanira- No can do. You're too cute.
Hiei- I hate you.
Satanira- I know.
Hiei- Your muse isn't on vacation; he ran away.
Satanira- How dare you tell lies like that about my Chibi Hiroyuki?! whacks Hiei with a frying pan and locks him in a cage Take that!
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Quatre yelled, landing another solid kick on one of the soldiers. "My day can't possibly get any fucking worse, can it?" One of the attackers got the bright idea of sneaking up behind the blonde, and wound up on the floor with a back that was most likely broken, due to the fact that Heero had landed on him after a spectacular drop-kick.
"You okay, Quatre?" Heero asked, downing the last soldier with a single punch to the stomach. "Did any of them score on you?"
"Nah." Quatre said, grinning. "Not a scratch. I'm fine, see?"
"Then explain the blood on your pants." Heero countered emotionlessly.
"Blood on my-" Quatre started, looking down to find that his pants were, indeed, soaked with blood. "Oh shit." He whispered, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'll.... uh.... be right back." he said, turning and running as fast as he could to the nearest restroom.
"And you're sure none of the soldiers could have nicked him?" Wufei asked thoughtfully, fiddling with the handle of his katana.
"We're talking about between his legs here, Chang." Heero said, pausing in his typing long enough to glare at his Chinese teammate. "None of them were armed with anything but knives. His clothing was not torn. Logically, there was no was he could have sustained injury from such a feeble attack."
"Well then, what do you think might be wrong?" Wufei demanded crossly.
"I don't have enough information to make an educated guess." Heero said calmly. "We'll have to ask him directly."
"You'll have to ask who what directly?" Quatre asked cheerfully, walking into the room with clean pants on.
"Perfect timing." Heero said, moving to plant himself in front of Quatre. "We need to ask you about earlier. Now explain."
"Explain...what, exactly?" Quatre asked innocently, flashing a calm smile that dissappeared when he saw the dispassionate look on Heero's face. "Never mind." He sighed. "I know what you're talking about. But I'm not going to tell you. It's my little secret, okay?"
"I don't think so, Winner." Wufei countered, seemingly materializing behind Quatre. "You're going to talk, whether you want to or not."
"But..." Quatre protested weakly. He fell silent for a moment, then his face suddenly flushed with anger. "Why the hell is it any of your business?" He demanded, loosing a wild kick that caught Wufei in the shin.
"Christ, Winner," Wufei taunted, although he winced as Quatre's foot connected with his leg. "you kick like a woman."
"Well, maybe that's because I am one!" Quatre shouted before she could stop herself.
"What did you just say?" Heero asked, not sure if his ears were working right.
"I... uh...." Quatre stammered, her eyes widening as she began to panic. "I... I s-said... I..."
"You just said you're a woman, didn't you?" Wufei interrupted.
"And so what if I am?" She countered, slipping past him. "It's not like it really matters."
"Actually," Wufei said, grabbing the back of Quatre's shirt, "it does. You've been hiding this from us since the first time we met you?"
"Let me go!" Quatre yelled, twisting until her shirt came loose and tearing out of the room, Heero and Wufei a step behind her. They'd almost caught up to her when she ran into Trowa.
All four pilots wound up on the floor, blinking at the paper floating gently to the floor around them.
"Quatre, are you all right?" Trowa asked, standing and offering the blond a hand up.
Quatre's eyes filled with tears, and she all but threw herself at Trowa, burying her face in his chest.
"Make them leave me alone!" She wailed plaintively as Trowa put a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Make them go the fuck away! I'm in a really, really bad mood, the cramps are horrible, and they aren't helping at all!!"
"Cramps?" Trowa repeated, bewildered. "Quatre, what are you talking about? What's wrong?"
"It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd found me out yesterday, or even this morning." Quatre continued, plowing on as if Trowa hadn't said a word. "But now I'm on the rag, and I need my meds big time, before I go suicidal! Or even worse, homicidal!"
"Calm down, Quatre." Trowa soothed. "You aren't making any sense."
"Stop calling me that!" Quatre yelled, pulling away from Trowa. "My name isn't Quatre!"
"What's going on in here?" Relena glided gracefully into the hall, stopping to take in the sight before her. Heero and Wufei had managed to stand up, and were staring at Quatre, as was a very shocked Trowa. Quatre was red eyed, still crying, and perilously close to hyperventilating.
"Th-they...they found me out." Quatre said in a shaky whisper, wiping her cheeks with the back of one hand.
"Oh, poor princess!" Relena said sympathetically, hurrying to wrap her arms around Quatre. "Judging by the shouting, I'd say at the worst possible time, too. You poor thing. And all of this right before your birthday."
"I'm sorry I blew our cover." Quatre apologized, wiping her nose off on her sleeve. "I always mess things up, don't I?"
"Not at all, Princess." Relena countered, gently petting Quatre's hair in a soothing gesture. "Nobody's perfect. You just made a mistake, is all, And I'm sure they won't tell anyone." Relena switched focus to glare at Wufei, Heero, and Trowa. "Right?"
"As soon as someone clarifies just what the hell is going on here." Trowa said amiably. "Because I am lost."
"Come with us." Relena said, dragging Quatre off towards the backyard.
"Sit down." Relena instructed, pointing at various large rocks situated near a noisy fountain and plopping gracelessly down on one.
The boys shrugged and chose rocks of their own. Quatre sat gingerly on the ground at Relena's feet, looking like she could bolt any second now.
"Okay. Explain now, please." Heero said.
"Shush." Relena responded, handing Quatre a water bottle and two small pills. "The cat's out of the bag now, I guess. Quatre here is a girl."
"Yup." Quatre said, swallowing the pills and smiling shyly at her teammates. "My real name is Quatrina Peacecraft, princess of the Sanq Kingdom."
"Well then, who's she?" Trowa asked, gesturing at Relena.
"He." Relena corrected. "My name is Adam Micheal Winner, only son and heir of the Winner family."
"Life just got really confusing." Wufei groaned, shaking his head. "Really, really confusing."
"You don't know the half of it." Quatre said, sighing.
Satanira- Yay! Done with chapter one! Hey, that rhymed!
Hiei- Let me go or kill me now, please.
Satanira- No can do. You're too cute.
Hiei- I hate you.
Satanira- I know.