Tizzy wandered aimlessly around the house. She was trying to get a feel for the place. She turned down a fairly long hall. One of the doors was open. She peered in and saw that the room was empty. "It can't hurt if I explore a little," she assured herself. She pranced in and looked around. Judging by the contents she could tell it was Trowa's. She noticed an open case containing a flute. "Wow, I didn't know he played," she said to herself, picking it up. She tried to play. It sounded ok, but she could tell she was doing something wrong. Forgetting where she was, Tizzy attempted to find the problem.
Quatre and Duo where watching TV. "Is that Trowa?" Duo asked wrinkling his nose.
"No..." Quatre said. Trowa came in.
"Does anyone know who got a hold of my flute?" he asked.
"No, actually we were just wondering about that," Quatre informed him before Duo had a chance to run his mouth.
"Well I'm gonna go see," Trowa said, looking confused. He followed the sound back to his room. He walked in to see Tizzy mumbling to herself.
"If I could only reach that key…" she said.
"Well, you're holding it wrong for one thing," Trowa said
"Trowa… I… uh," Tizzy stuttered.
"If you wanted to play it, why didn't you ask me?" he said kindly.
"Well, I was adopted by a very prestigious family," Tizzy said, "Everything around me pretty much belonged to my family."
"Have you every played the flute before?" Trowa asked, carefully repositioning her fingers.
"I took lessons for a while," Tizzy said blushing, "but my parents said she was a bad teacher and fired her."
"Now try to play," he said after moving her fingers into the correct position. She played. The result was instantaneous. She played and despite some kinks from inexperience, it actually sounded like a flute. "Would you like me to teach you how to play?" Trowa asked when she finished.
"I'd like that," she said softly. She was amazed. I can't believe he asked me that! she thought excitedly.
Tizzy ran to catch up "Duo wait up!" she shouted.
"Come on, it's right over here!" Duo shouted.
"Where are we going anyway?" Tizzy asked.
"Here," he said stopping in front a large tree. "Follow me," he said as he began weaving his way up the branches.
"What is your hurry?" she asked sourly. Duo couldn't respond. Despite being there many times, he was still awed. She climbed up beside him and gazed out. From the top of the tree they could see a nearby town. It was a truly beautiful view.
"This is my hurry," he informed her, "This town has perfected the art of hiding. Every 3 months OZ "inspects" this town. Basically they pillage it, taking food and supplies. The villagers pretend to love the OZ soldiers and pretend to love serving them. But as soon as they leave they turn back into colonist sympathizers."
"Wow," she whispered.
"The best part is that OZ soldiers love giving kids souvenirs. The kids pretend to be excited," Duo said solemnly, "but the minute they leave, one of the children starts a fire in the street and the rest of the children come and burn the things the OZ soldiers gave them." Tizzy nodded, letting his comments sink in.
"Who's that?" she asked pointing to a figure in the woods below.
"That's Wufei," Duo said, rolling his eyes, "He insists on practicing his fencing even though he has that awesome Gundam."
"Hmm, fencing huh?" she said.
"Uh-uh," Duo said, "Don't even think about it. He's good." Tizzy wasn't listening. She was to busy hopping down the branches. "He won't fight you!" Duo called after her. Tizzy ignored him. When she reached Wufei, she realized Duo hadn't followed.
He probably went home, she thought. She approached Wufei.
"Go away woman," he said without looking up.
"I challenge you," she said defiantly.
"I only fight worthy opponents," he said, continuing to fence with an unseen figure.
"Fine then," she said slyly, "I accept your defeat."
This got Wufei to stop. "My defeat?" he asked, "How so?"
"Well if you refuse to fight, it is equivalent to giving up," Tizzy said nonchalantly, "Everyone knows that."
"Fine," he said handing her an old, fragile-looking sword. They fenced for hours, neither showing any weakness, nor gaining an upper hand. Wufei finally voiced this fact. "Neither of us has gained anything," Wufei said, "I cannot defeat you, but I doubt you can defeat me." Tizzy was relieved, because, despite her prowess, she was getting tired.
"Then it's a draw," Tizzy answered, planting her sword in the ground.
"I have changed my mind," Wufei said, "You are a worthy opponent."
Tizzy could see Wufei's embarrassment. She decided to save him from any dishonor. "Let us keep this match to ourselves," Tizzy said, "I have never lost, and word of my not vanquishing an opponent could ruin me."