Mischief mage: Sorry i forgot it in the first chapter. Also... all reviews are very welcome
Disclaimer: Anyway... i do not own any part of Gundam Wing. Not at all.
A helicopter touched down outside of Quatre's house. The clouds of sand settled to reveal a young man getting down from the chopper. Heero Yuy glanced up at the house, before shaking his head. He couldn't believe that he had actually agreed to come. But then again…perhaps it did make sense. Heero had felt empty after the war, he had tried taking up every sport known to man and he had even tried knitting. Knitting hadn't lasted very long, especially after he had been found holding the two needles like mobile suit controls, running around an empty room making aeroplane noises. Aside from that, agreeing to come had shut Quatre up. The other pilot had rung Heero from every place imaginable, even from the phone at ballet (Heero's most recent hobby which was NOT going well. Ever tried to re-enact shooting down Leo's in Wing Zero using expressive dance? Looked incredibly like the knitting needles incident except with tights and ballet shoes.)
When Heero thought about it, perhaps a small reunion might fill the void momentarily. He tightened his grip on the small black box he held, the contents rattled as he walked to the front door. His trained eyes caught sight of a small pile of shattered pottery below a bedroom window. Heero winced, he had an appreciation for clay goods, being forced to polish the Earth museum's collection of well preserved chamber pots had taught him that. Why the Earth museum even had a collection of well preserved chamber pots Heero had no idea. 19Th century AD bullying perhaps?
The front door was unlocked, Heero let himself in and wandered around until he became sick of running into Rashid's men and various dancing girls doing things that their master Quatre couldn't even imagine…but then again, Quatre didn't have much of an imagination for that sort of thing so it wasn't saying much…anyway…he became sick of running into people didn't look like they needed a room so much as a large hotel, so Heero ambled into the central lounge where Quatre, Trowa, Duo and Wufei already were. They all looked up as he entered, Duo tugging at his shortened braid irritably.
Heero had heard all about it. No matter who Duo was fighting for, his fan-base of fangirls had never wavered. Eventually, they had found his scrap business with Hilde. Hilde had been drugged and locked in a cupboard, giving the girls a chance to tug at every tuggable piece of Duo available, terror and high pitched screams immobilizing the pilot completely. During the struggle, one of the more desperate girls had cut an inch off of Duo's braid. Heero had been in deep space at the time (trash disposal)…but he heard the screams of maniacal rage all the same.
Due to Duo's contributions to the attaining of "peace", he had been left with only a fine and the wrench was eventually removed from the girl's left nostril.
Trowa and Wufei looked generally unchanged. Wufei's work in the Preventer agency had kept him occupied and happy. Trowa's work at the circus had also kept him content. However, a neatly packed lunch of peanut butter sandwiches (cut into triangles, crusts removed with smooth peanut butter), shiny red apple and nutritious muesli bar in a big red lunchbox showed that perhaps Catherine had finally made the transition from being sisterly to motherly. The gashes in Trowa's massive fringe showed where Catherine had tried to cut it confirmed this. Perhaps Trowa had been wise in persisting in using titanium based hair gel.
Quatre stood up, grinning from ear to ear.
"Heero, you've finally come." He began eagerly, "I suppose I might as well explain it to you all." Quatre looked to each of his companions. "I have called you all here with the hope of having a small chess competition while having to chance to catch up. I've organised the games, as we have an uneven number of people, one person will have to play two games before the final. Heero will play Duo first and I will play Wufei. The winner of the game between Wufei and I will play Trowa and the winner of that game will play the final against the winner of the game between Heero and Duo. Got it?"
There were four nods.
"Good. Oh and I have some extra sets of chess pieces if anyone…" Quatre trailed off as all the other pilots pulled out their own box of chess pieces. It was the same as with gundams. NEVER touch another person's chess pieces. That means NEVER.
"Oh ok then. Well…we'll have lunch first and then begin shall we? Duo and Heero's game first."
The five young men sat around a smallish table, eating and talking.
Heero sat beside Wufei and after twenty minutes of silence, he felt that perhaps he should say something…
"How is your work with the preventers?"
"Fine"
They were silent again. Heero listened as Quatre chatted animatedly to Trowa about how lonely he had been getting without people his age. Heero hadn't felt lonely at all over the time since the war. He had visited Relena often although these had ceased in the past month. Heero had never considered the consequences of Relena dressing in suits with her hair tied back. At least, not until he had swaggered down the street with a hangover, she had seen him and he had told her "Sorry but I don't swing that way." It was then that Heero discovered that there are ways to hide axes in business suits and that there are advantages to being able to run very, very fast.
At last, Quatre stood up and proposed that they return to the lounge where they could start the first game. Heero sighed and lay down his knife and fork. Next time he went to visit Relena he would bring Quatre and send him in first. Who could be cold enough to consider chopping such an engaging smile into little pieces with a woodcutter's axe?
