"Alright, you may take shelter here in my hut. And no, you stay outside." The hunter pushed the big snout of the dragon out of his Oakwood door. "I live in a wooden house, and will not allow any fire-hazards through my door."
"Wow!" The little boy Quatre stared in awe at the skins of animals displayed beautifully on the walls and adorning the floor and ceiling like exotic tapestries would in the mansion he grew up in.
Rashid sniffed at the tiger skin laying on the floor and miaowed. Quatre crouched down beside him and touched the skin. "Ohh, its even softer than yours!"
The hunter Heero looked on at the ogling pair and shook his head. He then turned away and walked off into his small built-in kitchen. A moment later, he came with bread, milk and an unidentified type of meat.
"Eat up, you must be hungry."
"Thank you mister!" Quatre said chirpily.
Quatre put the plate of meat in front of Rashid and it sniffed it cautiously. "Don't worry, its puma meat." Finally, its angry stomach won and the tiger devoured the meat madly.
"Mister? What's your name?" Quatre asked as he munched on a piece of bread.
"Heero. Heero Yuy." The hunter answered briefly.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner, thank you for the meal!"
Heero nearly fell off his chair. "Winner? As in the current Sultan Winner from Saudi Arabia?"
"Yeah, my dad's a Sultan."
"Y-you are his son!"
"Well, if he's my dad then of course I'm his son, slowpope." o
Heero took a deep breath to calm his nerve. All right, I have the son of the Sultan here in my hut. Probably ran away fro home, so the Sultan's probably looking for him all over the world now. Damn it! Why should I have so much knowledge about the current world! I'm about 10 thousand km from Saudi Arabia, so what am I worrying about? It's not like the Sultan will put the crime 'kidnapping the Sultan's son' on my head! Deep breathe. All right, not working!
The hunter Heero calmly told Quatre that he was going for a walk and shut the door.
Quatre and Rashid stared at the closed door and then looked at each other.
"Did I say something wrong?" Quatre asked timidly.
Rashid answered in a tiny meow.
"Oops."
The great oak door swung open once again, Quatre though Heero had returned and rushed to apologise. But instead, a giant snout greeted him.
"Trowa!" Quatre bounced happily and hugged the dragon and flicked his wet nozzle playfully.
Trowa tried to shift its great body into the hut, but Quatre halted him, it seems that Heero's warnings still burned brightly in his mind.
"No, Trowa. Heero said you can't come in through the door."
Groan.
"Yeah, I know you won't deliberately set fire on his house. But Heero has been so kind to me that I feel guilty if I don't obey to his requests."
Moan.
"I'm so sorry Trowa." Quatre stroked the great dragon's snout apologetically, but the dragon whisked his nose away and moved out of the door.
Thinking that he had upsetted his new friend, Quatre sat down beside a dozing Rashid miserably. However, his brooding was soon interrupted by a rattle on the window.
A great dragon head was there to great him happily.
Quatre opened the window and the dragon tried its best to wiggle its enormous scaly body through the barely wide enough window frame, scarcely making it through, straining the frame to its last flexibility just before the force required to cause breakage.
Of course, this is all well planned due to Trowa's extensive knowledge in physics. (sarcasm)
"Trowa, you did it!" Quatre exclaimed with childish awe (due to the fact that he is nothing more than a child now anyway).
All the noises had roused Rashid from his slumber. He turned his sleepy predator eyes upon the duo as they settled themselves beside the empty fireplace.
Meow.
"What? I don't think Heero would mind. Trowa came in through the window."
Rashid shook his head in a way that looked suspiciously like an old wise man. But Quatre ignored him and played ball game with Trowa using a round lion skull he found in the corner.
It was already evening when Heero finally returned. The moon hang low in the sky and casting deep shadows to all corners of his homely hut, in which he saw three napping figures through the open window.
Wait. THREE?
Heero gave a mighty shove at the door, nearly rocking the Oakwood off its hinges. (Just what grudges he held towards the poor door!) That fire hazard was in his house! Heero wanted to scream bloody murder! Yet a sleepy blond head woke from its peaceful slumber at the sound of Heero abusing his door. A pair of deep blue-green eyes gazed sleepily at him. At once, Heero felt all his pent up anger escape him like air from a deflating balloon.
Urghh! The puppy dog eyes of kids!
Heero took a deep breath, trying to find a way to talk to Quatre without using any uncivil language, but all in vain. He gave up and resolved to pointing at the prone lump of dragon and gritted his teeth.
"Oh, I didn't let him come through the door, like you said. He came in through the window. Is that okay?" Quatre spoke quietly, trying not to wake his sleeping friend. He blinked his large innocent eyes at him and Heero felt his emotions split in half wanting to coddle the child and say that everything is fine, or scream off the roof and let the veins pop on his forehead.
Deciding on neither, Heero resolved to dashing out of his house and sprinting amongst the trees before he lose his sanity under all the stress.
Quatre heard violent birds twittering sounding somewhere deep in the bush, apparently just been started awake. Soon, a night-splitting scream erupted from its depth.
"What did I do wrong this time?" He wondered to himself vaguely before sleep claimed him as he nestled within Trowa's thick warm mane.