ZT: I'm bored again!
Wufei: That's nothing new.
ZT: I need to make Ally a better suspect…
Trowa: Well, why don't you unleash her hidden talent?
ZT: How did you-?
Trowa: Alex told me.
ZT: I'm gonna have to have a talk with that girl… I don't own Gundam Wing. Enjoy!
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Fate Sucks
Chapter 15
"You DON'T agree with Miss Relina's ways? Then why are you at her academy?" Quatre asked in shock. He and Allison had been discussing current politics when he brought up Relina's idea of throwing away all weapons. Imagine his surprise when he learned that one of her top students completely disapproved of the theory.
"I know it must sound awkward, and I know that Miss Relina has good intentions in mind, but I also know that it is physically impossible to do away with all weapons. When someone wishes to kill, a spoon could become a weapon, thus the effort to rid the Earth Sphere of weapons would be pointless. A peaceful end will come, however some must be willing to stand up and fight for what they believe in." Allison smiled, "That is why, during the war, even when Oz tried to sway the civilian minds to the idea that they were a threat, I could not help but admire the Gundam pilots. They always stood up for what they believed in, fought even when the odds were against them. They fought to end fighting; they did not just sit around and create some hopeless plan! It is people like they who need to come out into the open, who need to stand up and bring an end to the fighting. Not by avoiding the problem, but by dealing with it."
Quatre was trying his hardest not to blush; he had found out some time ago that if the girls knew who the Gundam pilots were, they were certainly good at hiding their knowledge. He decided not to comment on what she had just said, "And you are here because…?"
Allison shrugged, "I suppose I wish to see if there is more to this idiotic plan that I think there is. I wish to see how a pacifist views things."
Quatre nodded; made sense to him.
Suddenly, the two stopped and turned to a nearby bush; it may have just been the sun getting to them, for they had been walking around for awhile, but it sure sounded like that bush was crying…
Cautiously, the two stepped towards the bush and looked over. Imagine their surprise when they saw a little girl crying there. She looked to be about eight years old with short curly brown hair. She was wearing the Sanc kingdom school uniform, so they guessed she was one of the girls from the younger classes.
"Hey," Quatre called softly to the girl. She looked up quickly, wiping her big brown eyes in the process. He kneeled down next to her, "What's wrong?"
The girl sniffled, "Je ne comprend pas."
Quatre blinked. French? Uh, he couldn't speak French (Yet his name is the French word for "Four"…). He looked up at Allison, "What should I do?"
Allison shrugged, "Let someone who can speak French speak with her?" (FYI, my French is nowhere near perfect, so DON'T use these quotes on a test, k?) She sat down next to the girl, "Je m'appelle Ally. Tu t'appelle comment?"
"Je m'appelle Claire," the little girl, Clair, replied.
"Pourquoi tu es pleure?" Allison asked.
"C'est ma anniversaire. Mais, mes amies ne sont pas ici."
"Oh…" Allison stroked the girl's hair as she began to weep some more.
"What's wrong?" Quatre asked.
"It is her birthday and her friends are not here to celebrate with her…" Allison explained.
Quatre looked at the girl with sympathy in his eyes. The poor girl! He had to find a way to cheer her up… "Ask her if a magic trick will make her feel better."
Allison looked up at the blond pilot in surprise, "You know magic?"
"A little that Trowa taught me," Quatre admitted.
"TROWA knows magic?" Quatre she could see knowing magic, but Trowa? That was a little hard to believe…
"Well, he IS a clown after all," Quatre pointed out. He had a point…Allison asked and the girl nodded in response. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, "Okay, nothing in my hand right?" He paused so Allison could translate. The girl nodded, and he put the handkerchief over his hand, and waved his free hand over it, "Okay then, one…two…three!" He pulled the handkerchief off, revealing a white flower, which he presented to Claire. She giggled and applauded.
"Not bad…" Allison said, a glint of mischief in her usually innocent eyes, "For a rookie."
"Oh? And I suppose you can do better?" Quatre asked. There was no possible way someone as proper as Allison would know how to do magic.
"Care to find out?" Allison shot back, fiddling with her favorite black watch.
"Actually, yes," Quatre admitted.
"I'm curious as well." All three nearly jumped out of their socks when Trowa spoke. How long had HE been there?
Allison regained her composure, "Fine then." She turned to Claire and asked her if she would like to see a magic show. The girl nodded enthusiastically in response. "Fine then," she led the others to a more open area. Once the three had sat down and settled, Allison pulled out a compact from her purse, "First off, no magician is ready without…" She blew into the compact, making a huge cloud of white smoke. "Her wand…" The smoke cleared to reveal a wand. "Or her hat!" A ten-gallon hat was in her other hand.
Clair applauded; she may not understand the words, but she knew what was going on. Quatre's jaw was hanging open while Trowa looked mildly impressed. That was a semi-difficult trick! But, he had a feeling he knew how she did it.
"Now that I'm ready, let's start the show! Un deux trois, one two three!" From the tip of the wand shot out a flurry of flowers and confetti, and as the flowers began to fall, two pigeons flew out of her hat, catching a ribbon and bringing it back to her, "Thank you." She nodded to the birds beforequickly tying her hair back, "Now, this next trick can be a little-well-tricky…"
A half hour later, the guys were flat out stunned and Claire was having the time of her life. Where in God's name did she hide all this stuff? Just when you thought she was finished, Allison would make something else amazing happen! This girl would make a killing in the entertainment business!
Allison checked her watch. "Oh la la, it is almost curfew for you, Claire! So, I guess I will just have to do this last trick and that is it," she said in French. Claire groaned, giving Quatre and Trowa the idea that this was the end.
Allison pulled out a deck of unopened cards and opened them up. She did some fancy, gravity defying-looking shuffles, before spewing them into the air. They flew up very high before exploding into a flurry of fancy fireworks. She bowed when the show ended and walked Claire back to her dorm with two speechless Gundam pilots right behind them.
Once they got Claire back and started going to their own dorms,Quatre found his voice, "How did you do that?"
Allison only grinned, "Trade secret. All I can say is that it's magic!"
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