Treize saw his reputation shatter before his eyes and Dekim felt his life fade. He did not hear right. How could the doctor win, when all the evidence added up against him, and Heero had not yet testified? The court could not be adjourned, this whole affair wasn't over.
"I always get things my way." Dr. J said as he passed them.
"You have won the battle but not the war," Dekim muttered. "We'll take this up with the higher court."
A security guard came and pushed everyone aside and stopped in front of the two bickering old men.
"Mr. Barton, Mr. Jay." He said quickly. "Heero Yuy appears to have been kidnapped earlier this evening."
"What?" Dekim nearly shouted.
"Heero Yuy was kidnapped from the school premises by two unknown culprits."
"Well, don't just stand there. Get a move on," Dekim snarled.
"I have my men looking in to it, sir."
"We'll put more on the case." Dekim angrily said. "If he is hurt in any way, shape, or form I will have your jobs."
"Yes sir, we'll do our best."
"I don't want your best, just get down there and find him!"
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In the cramped office of Mr. Appercut, the group now consisted of eight students and two agents.
"Miss Catolonia and Mr. Finnigan, do you have anything to say in your defense of the kidnapping of Heero Yuy?" The first agent asked.
"Yes," Tommy sneered. "We did not kidnap him."
"We've got proof right here." The second agent said, showing them the tape recorder.
"We may have planned some things." Dorothy said. "But we did not kidnap Heero."
"You cannot weasel your way out of this."
"We didn't do it." Dorothy shouted, as she and Tommy were lead away in handcuffs by the agents. "You cannot do this to us!"
Duo closed the door dejectedly and turned around to face the solemn room. "If they didn't do it, then who did?"
"We don't know." Quatre sighed in his chair. "I hope he's alright."
"Knowing Heero, he will be giving his abductors hell." Trowa said comfortingly. Was he the only one that didn't really worry about Heero? He loved his cousin very much, but Heero was capable of taking care of himself. "I should call my father." Trowa said and left the room with Quatre's cell which he abruptly dropped. "Quatre I could kiss you now." Trowa said madly, and everyone in the room looked at him oddly.
"Compensation for ruining my mobile." Quatre said as he glanced at the broken phone.
"Heero always carries a cell phone!" Trowa exclaimed. "We can use his laptop to locate him."
"Trowa, if I didn't already have the hots for your cousin I would kiss you." Duo hugged him.
"Over my dead body." Quatre muttered.
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Heero stopped at a gas station to look at another map so he could determine how far he was from Moriarity.
He threw his cloak on the seat of the bike and leaned against it as he read the map and frowned. He was still an hour away.
He felt a buzz in his pants and wondered who would be calling him. He took out the slim phone that eluded itself from being found earlier
"Hello."
"Heero!" Duo yelled.
""
"Heero…are you there?"
"Exactly where is there?" Heero smirked as Duo groaned.
"In the face of death and you're sarcastic." Duo retorted and Heero snorted.
"I'll be fine." Heero said before he turned the phone off.
Heero stuffed the map in his jacket pocket and got back on the bike. Who knew that the D3 was slower than its predecessor, the D2x.
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"He's such a bastard." Duo muttered before placing the phone back on its hook.
"That doesn't stop you from liking him." Meiran pointed out and Duo merely shrugged, not in the mood to argue or defend his honor.
He had spent all his energy worrying about Heero. "I'm going to crash," Duo yawned and stretched his limbs. "Wake me when he's back."
Duo walked out of the office and lay down onto the nearest couch, lying flat on his stomach and using his arm as a pillow. He was too tired to think about how it felt and fell right into a dream of velvet sheets.
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By the time he got back to the dorm it was dark and the bike was low on fuel. Heero didn't know whether it was electric or hydrogen fuel that it ran on and was too tired to mess with it. He parked the bike under a grove of trees behind the stone wall of the school. He was already attached it, and with some quick modifications to its engine and computer, he could get it performing better than it was now.
He took the long route around the wall and stopped by the iron doors when he heard someone. More cautious than ever, since the incident that happened earlier, Heero was alert and ready.
"He doesn't know." Trowa said. Heero recognized the voice of his cousin and relaxed a bit, but he didn't move any further. "It's not that I don't like him, I just don't understand him."
Was he talking about him, Heero wondered.
"Maybe you don't really know him as you think you do." Quatre replied.
"Everytime I try to talk to him, he is always busy." Trowa muttered and Heero hesitated from walking around the corner. "I don't like it."
"Maybe he has his reasons." Quatre said.
"If he keeps this up, I don't know how I'll live with him over the summer." Trowa laughed, "He's insane…"
Heero turned around quickly and started the bike. He didn't give a second thought as he peeled out of the school lot.
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"What was that?" Quatre asked and Trowa had a faraway look in his eyes. "Must be a biker."
"What am I going to do after I tell my father about us Quatre?" Trowa worriedly asked. "I might be disowned."
"Don't worry about it Trowa." Quatre said. "Worry after he disowns you."
"You're right."
"Besides I'm rich enough to support us for three lifetimes." Quatre joked. "When is Heero coming back?"
"Maybe he was sidetracked."
"Or he went on a detour."
"Short cuts are always longer than the original route." Trowa said. "We should go back inside and see if he called."
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The bike stopped working after six blocks and Heero was close to the park where he met Relena the other night. He pushed the bike into an enclosure, where he was sure no one would find it and continued walking anywhere that his feet carried him.
For the brief two miles he walked, he passed the arcade where he met Jamie and he passed the other park that he also visited.
Heero stepped out of the busy street and into a café. It was crowded as well and Heero spotted an empty booth way in the back and sat down.
He pulled out his cell phone and turned it off and laid his head against the wall behind his booth.
He closed his eyes, lost in thought and felt rejected. Were they talking about him or was he just paranoid? What did Trowa really think of him?
Heero massaged his temple while his hand fiddled with the cell.
"You look like shit,"
Heero's eyes opened abruptly and he caught himself staring into Jamie's as the other teen placed a cup of coffee in front of him.
"I saw you when I came in and thought you might need this." Jamie shrugged as he sat down. "Saw all over the news that you were abducted, but no one really cared. You're just another rich kid around here, but of course I, Jamie the Genius cared and- Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Heero grumbled.
"If you were kidnapped, what are you doing here?"
"I escaped."
"Oh, shouldn't you go back to that school of yours? They're probably worried." Jamie commented through his drink.
"I needed time to think." Heero murmured.
Jamie's eyes lit up then he frowned, "Wait, are you telling me that you ran away?"
"Hn."
"Well you can crash at my place," Jamie said enthusiastically. "My parents are at the opera and they don't mind if a friend sleeps over."
"I'll be fine on my own." Heero said dryly.
"Yeah right." Jamie muttered and got up from his seat. "Come on, you'll love it." Jamie pulled Heero from his seat. "Wait till you see my new genius. It's a computer program I called Wacko…"
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AN: Short I know. As for the bike, which I made up. You think that A.C195 would have Ninja's....very sad for me. I don't know what I would do if no Ninja's existed.
Anywho, another shoutout to Becky and Suzi. Ran out of money to buy flowers, but I didn't ran out of hugs. "HUGGLES"
One more thing, these chapters were made before my accident. And please help boycott G4techtv, so techtv viewers can get their fave. show back!! (http:www.antig4ttv.bcs10.com)
Long live techtv.....And I am not a geek, nor a nerd!!!
I am your god, so live with it! (not really, but yeah. You got my point, I hope)
"I always get things my way." Dr. J said as he passed them.
"You have won the battle but not the war," Dekim muttered. "We'll take this up with the higher court."
A security guard came and pushed everyone aside and stopped in front of the two bickering old men.
"Mr. Barton, Mr. Jay." He said quickly. "Heero Yuy appears to have been kidnapped earlier this evening."
"What?" Dekim nearly shouted.
"Heero Yuy was kidnapped from the school premises by two unknown culprits."
"Well, don't just stand there. Get a move on," Dekim snarled.
"I have my men looking in to it, sir."
"We'll put more on the case." Dekim angrily said. "If he is hurt in any way, shape, or form I will have your jobs."
"Yes sir, we'll do our best."
"I don't want your best, just get down there and find him!"
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In the cramped office of Mr. Appercut, the group now consisted of eight students and two agents.
"Miss Catolonia and Mr. Finnigan, do you have anything to say in your defense of the kidnapping of Heero Yuy?" The first agent asked.
"Yes," Tommy sneered. "We did not kidnap him."
"We've got proof right here." The second agent said, showing them the tape recorder.
"We may have planned some things." Dorothy said. "But we did not kidnap Heero."
"You cannot weasel your way out of this."
"We didn't do it." Dorothy shouted, as she and Tommy were lead away in handcuffs by the agents. "You cannot do this to us!"
Duo closed the door dejectedly and turned around to face the solemn room. "If they didn't do it, then who did?"
"We don't know." Quatre sighed in his chair. "I hope he's alright."
"Knowing Heero, he will be giving his abductors hell." Trowa said comfortingly. Was he the only one that didn't really worry about Heero? He loved his cousin very much, but Heero was capable of taking care of himself. "I should call my father." Trowa said and left the room with Quatre's cell which he abruptly dropped. "Quatre I could kiss you now." Trowa said madly, and everyone in the room looked at him oddly.
"Compensation for ruining my mobile." Quatre said as he glanced at the broken phone.
"Heero always carries a cell phone!" Trowa exclaimed. "We can use his laptop to locate him."
"Trowa, if I didn't already have the hots for your cousin I would kiss you." Duo hugged him.
"Over my dead body." Quatre muttered.
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Heero stopped at a gas station to look at another map so he could determine how far he was from Moriarity.
He threw his cloak on the seat of the bike and leaned against it as he read the map and frowned. He was still an hour away.
He felt a buzz in his pants and wondered who would be calling him. He took out the slim phone that eluded itself from being found earlier
"Hello."
"Heero!" Duo yelled.
""
"Heero…are you there?"
"Exactly where is there?" Heero smirked as Duo groaned.
"In the face of death and you're sarcastic." Duo retorted and Heero snorted.
"I'll be fine." Heero said before he turned the phone off.
Heero stuffed the map in his jacket pocket and got back on the bike. Who knew that the D3 was slower than its predecessor, the D2x.
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"He's such a bastard." Duo muttered before placing the phone back on its hook.
"That doesn't stop you from liking him." Meiran pointed out and Duo merely shrugged, not in the mood to argue or defend his honor.
He had spent all his energy worrying about Heero. "I'm going to crash," Duo yawned and stretched his limbs. "Wake me when he's back."
Duo walked out of the office and lay down onto the nearest couch, lying flat on his stomach and using his arm as a pillow. He was too tired to think about how it felt and fell right into a dream of velvet sheets.
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By the time he got back to the dorm it was dark and the bike was low on fuel. Heero didn't know whether it was electric or hydrogen fuel that it ran on and was too tired to mess with it. He parked the bike under a grove of trees behind the stone wall of the school. He was already attached it, and with some quick modifications to its engine and computer, he could get it performing better than it was now.
He took the long route around the wall and stopped by the iron doors when he heard someone. More cautious than ever, since the incident that happened earlier, Heero was alert and ready.
"He doesn't know." Trowa said. Heero recognized the voice of his cousin and relaxed a bit, but he didn't move any further. "It's not that I don't like him, I just don't understand him."
Was he talking about him, Heero wondered.
"Maybe you don't really know him as you think you do." Quatre replied.
"Everytime I try to talk to him, he is always busy." Trowa muttered and Heero hesitated from walking around the corner. "I don't like it."
"Maybe he has his reasons." Quatre said.
"If he keeps this up, I don't know how I'll live with him over the summer." Trowa laughed, "He's insane…"
Heero turned around quickly and started the bike. He didn't give a second thought as he peeled out of the school lot.
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"What was that?" Quatre asked and Trowa had a faraway look in his eyes. "Must be a biker."
"What am I going to do after I tell my father about us Quatre?" Trowa worriedly asked. "I might be disowned."
"Don't worry about it Trowa." Quatre said. "Worry after he disowns you."
"You're right."
"Besides I'm rich enough to support us for three lifetimes." Quatre joked. "When is Heero coming back?"
"Maybe he was sidetracked."
"Or he went on a detour."
"Short cuts are always longer than the original route." Trowa said. "We should go back inside and see if he called."
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The bike stopped working after six blocks and Heero was close to the park where he met Relena the other night. He pushed the bike into an enclosure, where he was sure no one would find it and continued walking anywhere that his feet carried him.
For the brief two miles he walked, he passed the arcade where he met Jamie and he passed the other park that he also visited.
Heero stepped out of the busy street and into a café. It was crowded as well and Heero spotted an empty booth way in the back and sat down.
He pulled out his cell phone and turned it off and laid his head against the wall behind his booth.
He closed his eyes, lost in thought and felt rejected. Were they talking about him or was he just paranoid? What did Trowa really think of him?
Heero massaged his temple while his hand fiddled with the cell.
"You look like shit,"
Heero's eyes opened abruptly and he caught himself staring into Jamie's as the other teen placed a cup of coffee in front of him.
"I saw you when I came in and thought you might need this." Jamie shrugged as he sat down. "Saw all over the news that you were abducted, but no one really cared. You're just another rich kid around here, but of course I, Jamie the Genius cared and- Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Heero grumbled.
"If you were kidnapped, what are you doing here?"
"I escaped."
"Oh, shouldn't you go back to that school of yours? They're probably worried." Jamie commented through his drink.
"I needed time to think." Heero murmured.
Jamie's eyes lit up then he frowned, "Wait, are you telling me that you ran away?"
"Hn."
"Well you can crash at my place," Jamie said enthusiastically. "My parents are at the opera and they don't mind if a friend sleeps over."
"I'll be fine on my own." Heero said dryly.
"Yeah right." Jamie muttered and got up from his seat. "Come on, you'll love it." Jamie pulled Heero from his seat. "Wait till you see my new genius. It's a computer program I called Wacko…"
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AN: Short I know. As for the bike, which I made up. You think that A.C195 would have Ninja's....very sad for me. I don't know what I would do if no Ninja's existed.
Anywho, another shoutout to Becky and Suzi. Ran out of money to buy flowers, but I didn't ran out of hugs. "HUGGLES"
One more thing, these chapters were made before my accident. And please help boycott G4techtv, so techtv viewers can get their fave. show back!! (http:www.antig4ttv.bcs10.com)
Long live techtv.....And I am not a geek, nor a nerd!!!
I am your god, so live with it! (not really, but yeah. You got my point, I hope)