Disclaimer: Anything that is posted here that sounds like it came from someone with a brain is purely coincidental. I have a brain only in the physical sense, which doesn't serve any mental purpose (like I said in the last chapter). Okay? Good-o! On with the madness!

A.N. AAAARRRRRHHHH!!! Many, many profuse apologies!! Sorry I haven't been updating for so long… I just hope that my reviewers haven't died yet XD…. Begging your forgiveness ppl lol…

Chapter 11

"Zechs is wearing MAKE-UP?!" Heero yelled in surprise.

"Yes! Shut up! He's extremely sensitive about it!" Sally hissed. She checked to make sure that Milliardo had gone out of earshot so they wouldn't start another pointless feud.

"This day is just too weird," Heero muttered, pushing past her and stomping upstairs. "And you might wanna be careful with Duo," he whispered out of the side of his mouth as he saw Duo eyeing what Trowa was doing. "He's developed a little fetish, shall we say, for Trowa…"

Sally raised an eyebrow as Duo began putting on that placid look again, imitating Trowa's almost exactly. "I see what you mean," she nodded wryly. He nodded before making his way upstairs. He flopped down onto his bed and cast a glance at his mirror, suddenly becoming aware that he still had his KFC shirt on.

"Shit!" he swore and quickly pulled it off. Those stupid paparazzi… they probably got a picture of him wearing this damn shirt…. damn them…then again, they probably also got a picture of Milliardo… hehehe…

His suspicions were confirmed an hour later when Milliardo burst into the room, bark raving mad after coming back from his meeting. Heero noted, with some amusement, that some of the foundation and concealer had begun to rub off.

"YUY! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"  He shouted, spraying spit everywhere. Heero flinched as a fleck of spit grazed his cheek. Heero looked to where he was pointing on the front page of the newspaper. He stifled a laugh as he gazed upon the wonderful picture taken of Milliardo mid-punch, with his mouth open at a weird angle and everything. They also added a picture in the inset displaying Heero's wonderful "artwork". On the other side of the page was Heero walking out of the police station, head hung low as usual, sporting that bloody bright red shirt.

"I do believe Zechs, that it is what we call a newspaper," Heero replied levelly.

"I KNOW what it is Yuy! But how do explain this… publicity…?!" He sputtered out in rage. Heero scanned the page quickly.

"ROAD RAGE AND ROYAL RAGE" screamed the text heading the huge front page spread, obviously referring to Milliardo, as he was a more media-covered figure.

"Do you realize how much work this is gonna take to recover my reputation?!" Zechs yelled.

"Well I wouldn't think of that yet," Heero muttered. "We still have to work for Noin remember?"

Zechs sank to the bed in despair. "Don't remind me… please…" he sighed.

"Well we start pretty soon…" Heero went on as if he didn't hear Zechs.

"Whatever…" Zechs sighed, skulking out of the room, leaving the newspaper behind. Curious, Heero picked up the newspaper and started reading the story.

"People are left stunned and shocked in the wake of Mr. Peacecraft's recent behaviour. Peacecraft and a cohort of his, Heero Yuy displayed shocking disregard for the public peace when they brazenly held their own drag race along the highway, late last night.  Milliardo Peacecraft, formerly the greatest threat to the Earth, has since become a representative for ESUN, the same organisation which his sister, the former Queen Relena is vice-foreign minister…"

Heero yawned and threw the newspaper down. This writer had no flair whatsoever. How boring… his laptop beeped signalling an incoming transmission. He rolled over in his bed, to where his laptop sat on his bedside table to receive the message. Dr J's face appeared on the screen in front of him, grinning, holding up a copy of the paper that lay at the foot of Heero's bed.

"Nice work Heero," he congratulated Heero with a grin.

"What do you want, J?" Heero growled

"Just checking to see how you were going with the kids, that's all!" Dr. J smiled.

"There's nothing to smile about old man!" Heero snapped. "You got me into this stupid mess, now you're gonna get me out!"

Dr. J smiled again, maddeningly calm at Heero's peril.

"Don't worry so much Heero- it gives you wrinkles!" he mentioned cheerfully.

"Well it's more than I can say for you…." Heero muttered under his breath. Louder, he asked, "Have you found the antidote yet?"

"Not yet!" Dr. J told him. "In fact, my brain was so stressed out last night, I decided to throw a party!" he backed away from the screen to show Heero his apartment. Heero could see Dr. H was passed out on the couch, a beer bottle in his hand, many others scattered around him. Master O and Dr G were snoring in front of the TV and Dr S had just lumbered out of the toilet, probably hung over.

"J, that was some she-bang you pulled last night, I'ma going bye bye sleepy now…" he mumbled in an almost inaudible voice before sinking to the floor. A minute later, the unholy snoring started.

"What the hell?" Heero yelled. " You had a PARTY?! I was freakin' mashed-potato'ed, coleslaw'ed, thrown up on and arrested last night and you had a PARTY?!"

"Stress less Heero- you'll live longer!" J smiled. "Besides what happened last night was your own fault. It's not my fault, you and Zechs are pointless enemies…"

"Actually, it pretty much is- considering you were the one who built the Gundams…"

"Look, that's not important," Dr. J interrupted Heero mid-sentence. "The important thing is that you keep all the chibis together until I can figure out the antidote…"

"Easier said than done…" Heero muttered semi-sarcastically. The doorbell rang and suddenly Heero paled like a ghost.

"What's wrong Heero?" Dr J asked pleasantly.

"It's Noin!" Herro whispered fiercely. "She's here! Hide me!" he ducked underneath the bedcovers. Dr J smiled amused by his antics, before he ended the transmission with a short beep.

"Heero? Heeeeerrro?" Noin hollered from the bottom of the stairs. Heero shuddered. "Don't make me come up there!" she threatened. A moment later, he heard each definite thump as Noin slowly climbed the stairs. He shivered underneath his bedcovers, hoping and praying on all things holy that she wouldn't find him. He held his breath in fear. The footsteps suddenly stopped. A second later, he heard his door crash open with a thunderous bang. He winced as she drew ever closer.

"Heero Yuy!" she thundered, and whipped the bedcovers off, revealing the crouched and quivering form of Heero Yuy. He peeped through his fingers and stifled a laugh as he surveyed Zechs' look of intense pain as Noin tightened her grip on the ear she was pulling him by.

"Ow ow ow!" Heero experienced the same pain a second later as Noin grabbed his other ear and jerked him up. Dragging them down the stairs by their ears, she stopped as she ran into Sally at the bottom of the stairs.

"Help me," Zechs silently mouthed to her in despair. Sally smiled wryly.

"Have a good time, you boys!" she sniggered.

"Oh they will," Noin replied with delicious viciousness. The both shuddered simultaneously at the thought of their eventual fate. She pulled on their ears, making them let out a yell of pain. Sally smiled as she watched Noin slap Milliardo over the head and forced him to get into the car after Heero. As they sped out of sight, Sally let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you going to make us do?" Hero asked, a nervous tremor in his voice.

"Oh you'll see," the glint in Noin's eye was pure evil. Milliardo shuddered as they pulled outside her huge mansion. "Come," she ordered them. Meekly they obeyed. She shoved a mop into Milliardo's hand and an apron into Heero's.

"Milliardo- you'll be helping the maid clean up for my dinner engagement tonight. Heero you'll be helping in the kitchen!"

"Kit…chen…?" Heero's eyebrow quivered at the word, and he backed away slowly.

"Yes, kitchen… why?" Noin looked at him curiously. "Oh! I see," she laughed evilly. "Some's got no experience!"

Heero nodded.

"Well too bad!" she cackled and pushed him in the direction of the kitchen.

"Noin…" Milliardo just realized something. "Your dinner engagement tonight is with me…"

"Took ya long enough," she winked.

"N…n…no…" he stood there, a huge anime sweatdrop rolling down his face.

"Y…y…yes," she replied in a half-mocking, half-joking tone. "So if you want the best, you better work hard to make this place clean!"

"Yes ma'am!" he dashed off in a hurry. "Wait." He stopped dead in his tracks as he realized something else. "Heero is cooking my dinner?!"

"Ah, you muzz be ze kitchen helper, yezz?" the chef greeted Heero with a thick French accent.

"Uh… yes…" Heero replied cautiously.

"Good, good," he laughed. "I am Zamaggio. It izz about time Mizz Noin found me a replacement helper. Ze other one, 'e cut 'izzz finger off whil chopping ze zellery"

'Wonderful,' Heero thought, rolling his eyes.

"Chop chop," Zamaggio clapped his hands together. "We 'ave a lot of work to do for Mizz Noin's dinner engagement wizz zat Milliardo Peezecraft chap"

"What?" Heero asked, unsure he understood Zamaggio's accent properly. "Did you say Milliardo Peacecraft?"

"Yezz, yezz Milliardo Peezecraft," he nodded impatiently

"Hehehe…" Heero sniggered, handling a pepper shaker. "This will be fun…"

A.N. Yeah, this chapter was pretty much pointless but I hope it entertained you for the five minutes it took to read =)