Milliardo's Hell

by Dr. Smith's Granddaughter

I had an idea, what if our five pilots and the princess were five years old and left in the care of Lucrezia Noin and Milliardo Peacecraft? This is the result of that idea. Rated T for mild language and reference to mature themes.

3. Chapter 3

Chapter Three
Sorry, Folks, I Never Had A Name

For half a hour the kids were silent in the van with Noin driving. Milliardo kept looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Each time he found Heero staring at him with his deep, cobalt eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Heero's only reaction to the question was to tilt his head slightly, never shifting his gaze.

"Well?" He asked, growing annyoed.

"You don't have nose hair." The boy said bluntly. "Dr. Jay has nose hair."

"He's a dirty old man."

"To me you're old and dirty."

"And to me you're a disturbed child in need of shock therapy."

Noin gave him a warning glare. The prince mumbled something to himself and turned back around.

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Note:

Well, that's where I left off almost seven years ago. I don't remember what I had planned for the ending, I think it had something to do with a cure being found and Milliardo turning the van sharply around saying something like "screw Disneyland". My only clue as to the rest of what I was thinking was a scribbled note in the corner of a page suggesting a scene with the kids and child leashes. If I get enough requests, I might sit down and draw up an ending, but I do know I hadn't ever intended to write them in Disneyland- too much effort on such a silly story, or so I thought at the time (and still do). Well thanks for reading, hope to hear from you.