Author's Note: Hey all sorry for not updating sooner. You guys must hate me. Any way, I'm still looking for people who are willing to translate my story. I've already gotten offers for Spanish, Japanese, and French. But the only person I have managed to receive confirmation from is the Spanish translator. So I guess French and Japanese is still open. I would really love it in Russian. Wishful thinking. Just email me!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Chapter 9: The Alarm Clock and The Shoe
The next morning found Heero and Quatre snoring soundly in there beds, their alarm clocks blaring unnoticed next to them. I guess they must have had a hard day. Any who, Quatre finally decided to grace the world with his presence. He opened a sleep filled eye and rubbed it, clearing his previously blurred vision.
"Woops," he murmured, gently turning of his alarm clock. Unfortunately as much couldn't have been said for Heero, who had also decided to greet the day. He was currently beating his alarm clock into submission with a shoe, whilst inventing rather colorfully spoken torture methods for the poor peace of machinery. (He's not a morning person)
"Good morning Heero," Quatre sang cheerfully. He on the other hand was a morning person. "I'm going to make us some tea, you might want to get showered and dressed. We have to meet my father's investor today. Something about what to do with the company." Heero nodded, reluctantly dropping the shoe.
"Who in the world invented these contraptions? It's as if they heard a small child whine 'mommy, mommy can I have a toy that wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn!' and was inspired." Quatre laughed at Heero's early morning antics. The usually calm and collected boy was always a bit loopy in the morning.
"I believe it was Seth E. Thomas, who invented the first actual noise producing alarm clock. But the idea came form the Greeks around 250 B.C," Quatre recited grinning.
"Well they should have been shot," Heero spat frowning.
"That's nice, now get showered." The blonde left the room and proceeded to place a kettle of water on the stove to boil.
Heero got up from bed and hopped in the shower. Officially waking up. God, what a bit of warm water could do for those who suffered under the evilness that is morning.
After some sufficient scrubbing, Heero turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around his waist he stepped into the kitchen.
"Quatre, what do you want me to wear?" The blonde turned to face Heero with a look of consideration.
"Black trousers and a white dress shirt. Simple but elegant." Heero nodded and searched for the previously mentioned attire.
5 minutes later he appeared. Properly dressed and cleaned.
"Perfect, now come have your tea while I take a shower. We have to meet him in twenty minutes. And don't forget we are meeting Duo and Trowa here after. So pull out some extra clothes before we leave." Heero nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. Blowing softly on his tea. Unlike his coffee, Heero enjoyed an abundant amount of honey in his tea. It was too bland without it. I guess he isn't so hardened.
"Hey Quatre!" he shouted.
"Yeah?" the other answered from the shower.
"Umm...do you think it would be possible if you, Trowa, and Duo, left before the winner gets rewarded?" There was a pregnant pause. (I always hate that saying, but it has its uses)
"Why?" Heero cursed under his breath. He knew that was coming. 'Just keep digging that hole, Heero.'
"I just don't want to have everyone laughing at me if I lose." 'I'm such a great liar'
"Oh, Heero, no one will care about that. Just as long as you get out safe." 'Damnation!'
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Heero frowned at his tea. His thirst sufficiently quenched. 'Shit, shit, shitty shit, shit!'
He heard the shower turn off and then some moving around in the next room. After a few 'suspenseful' minutes Quatre entered the kitchen dressed similarly to Heero.
"You ready to go?" he asked grabbing his tea.
"Yeah." The two quickly exited the apartment and flew down the stairs to await the arrival of the investor. Fortunately they didn't have to wait long. As a white Cadillac pulled up in front of them as they exited the building.
"Oh hello Quatre, wonderful to see you again," the man said as he popped his head out of the passenger window.
"It's great to see you too Fred, this is my associate Heero Yuy. He does all the talking and decision making. I never really did well in that department."
(Okay just if you haven't figured it out yet- Man in caddyFred/ Fredman in caddy.)
"Alright then, it's nice to meet you Mr. Yuy."
"Likewise"
"Well why don't you two hop in and Girard will drive us to a more private location."
"Alright," Quatre agreed sliding into the back seat along with Heero.
"Have you two eaten breakfast, because I know a really good restaurant we could have our little chat in."
Heero firmly nodded.
"Great, Girard take us to First Watch." (That's a real restaurant, and it's really good)
A few minutes later they pulled up in front of a small brick restaurant.
"This is it." The three men stepped out of the car and entered the establishment.
"Fred, welcome back!" The Seating host boomed. "Table for three I presume."
"Yes indeed. It's nice to see you again Jack."
"Ah, 'tis an honor as well." The jolly man led them to a table located towards the back, giving them a bit more privacy.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Ah, I would like a cup of coffee, and for the lads……"
"Water, will be fine," Quatre offered.
"Great, it'll be out in a moment."
"Okay boys, down to business. Now Mr. Yuy, since Mr. Winner left the entire estate and his corporation to Quatre I need to find out what you plan on doing with them."
Heero looked over at Quatre, who nodded assuringly.
"The estate will be owned by Quatre Winner and he shall move into the residence upon his 18th birthday. Now the company will be owned by Quatre and myself. So all proceedings should be run by us before progress is sought. We will attend all staff meetings, and will visit the corporation whenever possible. Nothing should happen unless we have personally allowed it, understand?" The man nodded.
"Also no one should be hired or dismissed without consent."
"That goes with out saying."
"Then that is pretty much it." Fred nodded again.
"Great, short, sweet, and to the point. I like you Mr. Yuy. Business savvy is something you rarely come by these days." Heero nodded.
"Well then all you have to do is sign these papers. Also will you be wanting to change the name of the corporation to Winner and Yuy Corp.?"
"No, that will not be necessary."
"Alright. Sign here." Heero and Quatre quickly signed the paper.
"Fantastic. You two will need to be at Winner Corp. tomorrow at 10:30 pm for a board meeting." They nodded.
"Ah here are your drinks, are you ready to order?" Fred smiled.
The three placed their orders and sat through a delicious breakfast whilst chatting idly about the corporation.
An hour later they were dropped off in front of their apartment.
"See you two tomorrow!" Fred shouted as the car drove off.
The boys turned around to meet the grinning faces of Duo Maxwell and Trowa Barton.
"Hey you guys ready to play some ball?" Duo asked.
"Yup, we just need to go upstairs and change," Quatre informed excitedly.
"Okay, we'll wait for ya down here." Duo and Heero ran up the stairs and threw themselves into the apartment. Nearly dripping on Heero's alarm clock that had some how managed to get into the living room.
"I swear that damn thing is out to get me."
They quickly changed into athletic pants and under armor before racing down the stairs again.
"That was quick," Trowa laughed.
"Should we have taken our time then?" Heero asked.
"Nope, nope, nope." The car pulled out of the lot and sped off down the road.
"Where are we going?" Quatre asked.
"Jemmings Field," Trowa answered.
The car pulled up in front of a vast playing field. Where a group of men huddled in the center tossing an oddly shaped ball around.
"Here we are!" Duo announced sliding out the window of the car.
"You guys are gonna have so much fun," he squealed, giving Heero a noogie.
"Argh, what are you doing Maxwell?" Heero whined trying desperately to get out of the bigger mans grasp.
"Playing with your hair silly!" he cooed. Trowa and Quatre laughed.
"Well that's one way to get him to talk," Quatre whispered to Trowa.
Duo finally released Heero and the four made there out to the mass of men.
"I feel like a midget," Quatre whispered to Heero. Who nodded embarrassedly in agreement.
"Hey guys!" Duo shouted. "This is Heero and Quatre. They've never played football before so we are gonna be nice and show 'em how." The men smiled and nodded.
"Alrighty then! Let's get this show on the road!"
For the next four hours they continued to play. And to everyone's but Quatre's surprise Heero was really good at it. Go Figure!
Author's Note: Wee that was fun! Hope you enjoy! Read and Review! OMG I have to tell ya guys. I'm going to a The Bravery concert tomorrow night. YES!