Trowa: (in the place where he was hiding in the beginning of Ch. 3) Making coffee.
Mienaku: (hugs him from behind) I LOVE YOU!
Trowa: (hands Naku a cup of coffee) You're welcome? (watches as Naku drinks the coffee in one gulp)
Rya: (walks in and climbs on a counter)
Trowa: (to Rya) Get off the counter.
Rya: (ignores him and rummages through hers and Duo's candy cabinet)
Mienaku: (stares between the two, grabs Trowa's coffee and drinks it)
Trowa: (walk up behind Rya) Get off the counter.
Rya: (still rummaging and ignoring)
Trowa: (getting steamed at Rya) Did you hear me?
Mienaku: (still drinking Trowa's coffee, shakes her head at Trowa) She's not listening. She never does when she is searching for sweets.
Trowa: (notices that Naku has his coffee...and it's half gone) And you! What are you doing! Put down my coffee! (turns back to Rya and grabs her around the waist, pulling her off the counter) I SAID GET OFF THE COUNTER!
Rya: (whining) NOOOO! I must have my twizzlers!
Trowa: (still has Rya under his arm, turns to Naku and snatches his coffee away from her) I SAID PUT DOWN MY COFFEE!
Mienaku: (makes a grab for the coffee cup in Trowa's hand but he holds it way above her head and reach) NOOOOO! I must have my coffeeeeeeee!
Wufei, Duo: (walk in and are startled by what they see)
Trowa: (relieved to have some back up) PLEASE! TAKE THEM OFF MY HANDS!
Wufei, Duo: (grab their respective women and stare in fear of the scary Trowa)
Trowa: (flees the room, coffee-what's left of it-in hand) I HATE MORNINGS!
Quatre: (is mowed down in the hallway by a quickly retreating Trowa) AAAHHH!
Duo: So that's why we never see Trowa until lunch time.
Wufei: Yes, all should be wary of a Trowa with lack of beauty sleep.
Rya: TWIZZLERS!
Mienaku: COFFEEEEEE!
Chapter 5
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come on now, don't make me come in there after ya'll," the lycan threatened. Duo and Rya were huddled in the spot farthest away from the lycan and the open door.
"Treize quit screwin' around and get 'em outta there. You know the boss hates waiting," said the werewolf's fellow catnapper.
"Alright, no more playin' around. Get your carcasses outta there now or things are gonna get ugly!" Treize emphasized with a large gun that would make a big hole. Both leopards stayed where they were, not quite ready to walk the proverbial plank. "It's like that, huh?" Treize turned to two other lycans that had appeared when the van had stopped. "Mike, Dickey, would you escort our little guests into the club?" It was more of a demand than a request.
The two lycanthropes climbed in to grab the two wereleopards. When one of them tried to grab at Duo, he kicked the guy's knee out of place. Mike fell to the floor of the van holding his knee and howling in pain, but it wouldn't take long for him to recover. Unfortunately, while Duo had been distracted it had given Dickey a chance to make a grab at Rya. Quick as lightning they were out of the van, Rya thrown over his shoulder kicking and screaming. Duo's distraction gave Treize just the opportunity he needed to point a silver-bullet-loaded gun in his face.
"Outta that van pussycat, now! No more fooling around."
Duo got out cursing his lack of attention as he did so. You've royally screwed yourself this time, Maxwell! The one pers-creature I never wanted at my back again, and this time he's got a gun!
Shoving the gun into Duo's back to get him moving, Treize quipped, " Don't worry puss, the worst is yet to come." He snickered at his own lame excuse for a double entendre.
" When I get outta this, you're dead! All of you, dead! And Shinigami never breaks a promise. In fact, you're already dead! Dead as a!" A blow to the back of his head cut off the remainder of Duo's pointless tirade.
" You talk way too much. Always did." Treize grinned evilly as he picked an unconscious Duo up off the ground and carried him fireman style into the back of the club.
Trowa pulled to a stop in the back alley of some club, effectively blocking the entrance to the employee parking lot. Doesn't matter anyway. The majority of the 'employees' don't actually leave the club. He turned to climb in back to get changed, only to freeze in shock at the sight-er, sights-before him. Quatre was standing-the van roof was that tall, quite comfortably in fact, in a pair of skin hugging, flaming red, vinyl pants, and a long-sleeved, metallic-red mesh top that caressed the muscles of his chest and abs. It was only after he stopped ogling the blonde's ass that he noticed the streaks of red running through his blonde locks. Quatre stood behind a grumbling Heero, who was kneeling between the blonde's bitch boots, adding similar streaks of blue to his lover's hair. Heero was kneeling impatiently in his skintight, black, leather pants and shimmering-blue mesh top that matched the dhamphile's; a floor-length trench coat lay beside him. Hah, a matching pair! Right down to matching bitch boots, Trowa thought, rubbing his mental hands together in glee. A growl of frustration brought his attention to what could only be Wufei. The vision before him was wrapped in 16th century, sable, suede, lace-up pants that gripped his ass in all the right places. A white, flowy-sleeved, lace-covered shirt of the same vintage was almost girly, but damn sexy on Wufei. Add in the fact that his hair was falling freely about his face; top it off with knee-high, black boots, and you had one major drool fest.
" You can stick your tongue back in your mouth, Barton!" The angry tone of the voice confirmed, that, yes, it was indeed Wufei. And there's no chance in hell that I can grope his yummy posterior, Trowa thought disappointedly.
Snickering, Mienaku threw clothes at Trowa in hopes that he might get the point and change. " You can ogle later O'-banged-one."
Smiling, Trowa set the clothes on the floor and turned towards Mienaku only to wince in pain at the angry scars that ran across her back before they disappeared under-could that even be considered a shirt? Trowa wondered.
" Eher," Wufei said unintelligibly. " What are you wearing woman? First you put me in some onna's shirt. Then you decide to go prancing about in . . . in . . .That's not even a decipherable shirt! It's made of . . . of," Wufei sputtered.
" Straps?" Trowa piped up.
" What the hell kind of club is this!" Wufei yelled, forgetting that he had been told earlier what kind of club it was.
Insulted by the remark, Mienaku turned, braid snapping, to glare at said offender but was cut short by the looks she was receiving from the others. " What!" she asked in exasperation.
Staring, Quatre could only gaze in shock at her midriff, black, sleeveless strappy-thing that was posing a top. It had a plunging neckline with straps in the front that matched the ones in the back that attached to her pants, which attached to her boots-of-many-buckles.
Glaring, she put her hands on her hips, " So I have a thing for straps, so what!"
Chuckling quietly, Trowa-now dressed-opened the side door of the van so they could all get out. As the werewolf stood in the dim lights of the alley, everyone got a nice eyeful of his outfit. Seamless, body conforming, emerald green, kid skin pants; half hidden under brown-black boots of the same material as his pants; and to complete the outfit was what was left of what could have been a beige tunic (1). Heero broke the trance by reaching back into the van and grabbing his trench coat and other various weapons he had set aside for himself. The others followed suit, grabbed their assorted weapons of choice-though where they hid them, lord only knew, and made their way to the rear door of the club.
AN: If perchance this chapter you did view, pay homage to the poor authoresses and kindly review!
(1) Trowa: And here all the fangirls thought my turtleneck was sexy!
Naku, Rya: (drooling over all the bishounen and their hotness wear!)