Sutoomu: This is the third chappie of my ficcie, heheh. It'll be followed by the next and the next really soon. But, no time for chit-chat. The boys are out somewhere on a mission and I'm going to take a nap. So read and review, please.

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"It's a sword," Quatre stated the obvious. "But it's not like yours, Wufei."

"There is no sword like mine," Wufei said smugly. "It is unique and one-of-a-kind, as well as chinese."

"Watch," Duo shushed them, eyes intent on IT. The small boy, who was, oddly enough, sporting a shield and sword on his back and dressed very strangely in green, approached the stone, standing at its head. He placed his hands on the sword and closed his eyes, then pulled it out of the stone. The boys narrowed their eyes and held their hands up as an intensely strong light suddenly shone outwards into the room from IT, enveloping the scene completely. It shone so brightly they all closed their eyes and covered their heads, the white and blue mixed light shining over them. If they had kept their eyes opened, Duo knew they would have been seared and blinded.

As the light finally passed and the world behind Duo's eyelids faded into darkness again, he dared to peek open an eye and look around. Spots danced in his blurry dark view. He blinked over and over until the spots cleared and found himself staring at Heero's hand. But instead of it being suspended over his eyes, it lay limp on the floor, Heero's head beside it, the chocolate brown haired pilot's eyes closed.

"Heero!" he exclaimed, touching the boys shoulders. "Hee-chan?" He shook Heero, but the perfect soldier remained still on the ground. Duo relaxed only slightly as he saw the sure tell sign of his chest rising and falling in breath. Duo couldn't see any visible injuries on Heero so he sat up and looked around, head swimming with dizziness.

The first thing he saw was Wufei laying on his back, unconscious like Heero, with his sword lyign a few inches from his outstretched hand. Trowa was also unconsious, leaning against the couch in a protective position over Quatre, even though his rich friend didn't really need protection. The silent boy shifted as Quatre sat up, blinking his eyes and holding his head. Quatre noticed Trowa slipping sideways and grabbed him before he could hit the carpeted floor. Quatre and Duo locked gazes, then simultaneously looked back towards where IT had been.

But IT was gone. Completely gone. There was no sign of the rectangle square of light, just a smoking TV. Quatre and Duo stared at what lay at the base of the TV. It was another person! And one neither of them recognized. The boy was dressed in some odd green clothing, with a funny cap on. A shield,w ith a satchel bag underneath, lay on his back, and in his outstretched hand was a handle attachd to a very deadly looking sword. It looked much longer and sharper and pointier than Wufei's.

"Who is he?" Quatre asked.

"I don't know," Duo stood up warily, a gun in his hand at the ready. "Quatre, go get some water so we can wake up the guys."

Quatre made a hasty trip to the kitchen and came back with a pitcher of water, staring curiously at the boy as he did. He was still staring as he absent mindedly poured nearly half the stuff onto Trowa's face. Trowa's eyes shot open and he opened his mouth to speak only to have what felt like a gallon of water flowing down his throat. His natural instincts kicked in and he sat up, coughing and sputtering to slear his throat and breath. Quatre noticed now.

"Oh, Trowa, I'm so sorry," he knelt down beside his lover with worried eyes, patting his back gently. "Are you okay?"

Trowa breathed in a large lungful of air and relaxed, his body done its automatic responses to being nearly drowned on dry land. He brushed his bangs out of his eye and gave a small smile at Quatre to reassure him. With them, a smile was all it took, and Quatre smiled back, resting his head on Trowa's wet shoulder in a one way hug, snuggling with his boyfriend.

"Break it up, already, Quat," Duo said, half in his regular joking way, and half in his wary mode. He picked up the pitcher, luckily just full enough to wake the others up. Heero's woke up a little awkwardly, neaqrly attacking Duo before he realized he wasn't an enemy. Duo had decided to wake Heero up first to protect him in case Wufei got mad at being 'watered'. He was mad, fuming as Duo added in a nickname, but he instantly got over his anger as the three newly awakened boys looked over at the uninvited visitor, still lying on the floor.

"Who is that?" Wufei asked. He couldn't keep the snarl out of his tone, most likely a bit of leftover from his anger. Then again, Wufei snarled a lot. Heero had also taken his gun out, but was actualy aiming it at the boy as though he would shoot him right now. Duo obviously thought this way.

"Hee-chan, chill for a sec," he said. "Let's figure out who the heck he is before we shoot him."

"How about we don't shoot him?" Quatre suggested.

"Or we could shoot him and say we didn't," Duo's eyes went wide right after as he realized what he said, everyone staring at him. "Uh…I meant…I mean we could not shoot him and say we did. Then everyone's happy."

Wufei walked over and nudged him roughly with his foot. The boy didn't stir. They stared, deciding what to do for a moment.

"Search him, take away his weapons, tie him up," Heero said bluntly. Immediately, they spurred into presice action.

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Link didn't know where he was. As he breathed slowly and deeply, feigning sleep in case any were watching him, he was puzzled at the faint scent he got. It wasn't any scent he knew. Not of his home woods, nor the market, nor the village, or any other place in Hyrule. And he was sure he had been everywhere, memorized every twist and turn in the Lost Woods, knew every rock in the desert, knew every tree in Hyrule Field. And now, he knew nothing. The smell was more metallic than he was used to, just underneath bitter in his mind. It was harsh and annoying to his senses, which had grown and lived with nature for his entire life. He enjoyed nature, the smell of Hyrule and the forest and the lake and sands, not this smell of steel. Even blood smelt better than steel to him, which was wment in the room. Which was why he was very happy the Sword of Time was magically induced. It numbed the scent.

Oh, no, the Sword!

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Sutoomu: And that's the third chappie/yawns and stretches as she talks to the readers sleepily from bed/ Up and finished. I hope you enjoyed it. The next chappie should enxplain things more clearly. Click on for the fourth...Zzzzzzzz...