~*~*~*~*In heaven~*~*~*~* *************
As Ria materialized on The God's Ledge, the Maiden Angels stopped what they were doing and converged on her. The spokesperson for the group, a mousey haired brunette from the back of the group, grabbed at the goddess's arm stopping her from moving forward.
"Lady mistress! I did not expect you to be back here so soon! You wouldn't by any chance be able to help us, would you? Those five old-timers in rooms 5024C to 5029C are acting up again. They're saying that they need to make weapons of mass destruction for the people down in the war on Earth."
"How long can you subdue them? They know that they cannot interfere with Earth anymore." Ria asked, she was growing tired of those old men. Since they arrived in Limbo, the angels have had nothing but trouble with them. It didn't help Ria in the slightest knowing that one of them was that old wind bag who woke her up from her 500- year-old sleep. She never asked him about the little boy named 01 and she wasn't planning on asking him anytime soon. She would just do a name search for him. No questions asked, but research done. Always a good way.
"Not long, they've been at it all night. The one that's called J is really giving me a headache. He said he could upload it to Wing Zero without his charge even knowing."
"I'll be right there. Don't worry, I'll subdue him."
As she walked down the hall, the wall décor became less meticulous. The lights became dimmer, almost as if the electricity had shifted to candlelight. When she reached the rooms, she heard hushed voices on the other side of the door. Placing her ear upon the door, she listened intently to the conversation on the other side.
"All of our charges are friends."
"Yes, they are. All five of them. Who would have thought they would find each other? I just wish that we could get some of these trinkets down to them. They would aid them immensely with the War, especially my charge."
"Your charge hides things in that hair of his. He doesn't need our little goodies. He's got plenty of his own."
"Maybe he does have plenty of his own presents, but at least mine can effectively blow up an entire Oz Base."
"Mine can do that as well. However, mine actually knows how to person properly. He is an effectively well-rounded terrorist. Barring the fact that he can actually stay out of an Oz jail for longer than a month, if he makes it through the war, at least he will be able to understand when someone does something nice for him. His charge offers a chance of surrender to his offenders."
"Psht. Surrender. There's no honor in surrendering."
"I think your charges ponytail is too tight."
"My charge has the highest amount of pride in his Chinese culture. What exactly is your American charge taking pride in? That long-ass braid of his?"
Feeling that now was the optimal time to step in, she opened the door and said, "Gentleman, please keep it down. Are you five arguing over the boys down on Earth?"
"Quite so, Lady Mistress. I see your eavesdropping skills are still top-notch. You could say it's bragging rights."
"Right," She said, "J, I need you to come with me."
"Why ever so, Lady Mistress?" He clicked his claw at her, staring her down with those Thimble-like eyes.
"Just come okay. I need you to clear something up for me."
"What do you need to know that can't be said here?"
"I know you send something down to Earth. I know that 01 is Heero. Your compatriots might think you haven't found a way to send orders to him, but I can sense it. You were relieved of your life; messing with the lives of humans while in Limbo is a punishable offence. Please refrain from sending anything more down to him."
The semi-robotic man, turned his head away as if he was a petulant child being reprimanded by his parent. "I don't know what you're talking about."
In the blink of an eye, Ria called forth her blade. The scythe whistled through the air as she swung it forth, with the blade ending mere centimeters from his upturned neck. He inclined his head towards her, offering his attention.
"You died," she began, "you are under my care here in Limbo. You will not, under any circumstances contact Earth unless it is through myself, Vicky, or Darien. Neither of the latter two will find their way down here. So, I am your form of communication. Any intel you have goes through me or not at all. There will be no more talk of weapons of mass destruction being made while in Limbo. Neither Devlon nor Darien, not Vicky nor I will stand for it. Do I make myself absolutely clear?"
"Crystal. Am I to believe that you have come into contact with my Charge?" J lowered his chin onto the blade. A line of blood flashed down his neck into the creases of his jacket, staining the jacket with a flash of crimson.
"I'm living with him and your other charges for a week."
J moved his chin off the blade, "Please don't distract them while they are working. They're a crucial part of this war."
"They are taking a few days to recoup. Vicky has sent me down there to vacation with them."
"A Vacation indeed. I hope that I'm not being too much of a burden to you." He replied with a smirk.
"No, you're not being a burden. You are simply a monumental pain in my ass when I need to come to come here and tell you the basics of being dead. You'd think most people would realize that when you're dead, you don't get to communicate with Earth anymore." she replied with a sweet smile. "I just thought that asking you would be kinder because I would be asking the direct source…But no, I was wrong." She said, resheathing her Scythe into the air with a wave of her hand. Reaching behind her, she opened the door. "Remember what I said," and she closed the door behind her.
On her way to the tailor's building in Angelic City, Ria was hailed by a few of the Maiden Angels who needed her opinion on nonessential issues. When she pushed through the doorway into atrium between the God's Ledge and the outer lands, she was assaulted with the lines of souls being welcomed into Heaven. A few stared at the Death deity as she walked past them, recognizing her as the woman that they had seen when they had died. She paid them no mind; they would know her soon enough.
She pushed through the doors in Angelic City, listening to the hustle and bustle around her. There was no air here, but there was always a breeze. It hardly ever rained, but trees never needed it anyway. They're bulbous features stood high and tall in a white and blue sky.
When there finally arrived at the tailor's shop, she was let inside by the secretary herself. No waiting at all. There was never any waiting for her. As she came into the background area of the shop, there was a row of sewing machines running by themselves, and a few gowns nestled on mannikins with thread and needle flying around them adding copious amounts of tulle. There in the background stood Joseph.
Tall and eloquent, he had styled some of the greatest Queens in history. His black hair hung loose around his pointed chin, and his green eyes were turned towards his bookshelf. There was a fire and a hardness in those eyes as they studied the bindings on the books. His eyes turned slightly towards the door as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye that was unnatural for the shop, and his face broke into a grand smile.
"Ah, Ria, so nice to see you. How are you doing?"
"I've been better Joseph. A lot better. I have a lot of work to do. Can we get this finished quickly?"
"Yes, I just wanted to give you something that I finished recently." He turned fully towards the goddess, his eyes lighting up again with a fire in their depths. "Ah, I see you have your wings! Very beautiful if I may say so myself. They are perfect for you. They bring out the angles your face."
"Joseph…What do you want to give me?"
"Your dresses..."
"My dresses…plural?"
"Yes, dresses. I have made four of them in the last four years. Each of them for you; All black, all beautiful, whimsical even; some revealing, others not. One of them is a lower-fronted dress with an A-line corset top; another is an off the shoulder look with a full skirt. I think they will suit you well."
She moved towards the back of the shop, following his arm as he lead her to a rack where four dress bags hung. The symbol for Angelic City gleamed on the while bag; an A superimposed on a gold C.
As she stood peering into the bags, without warning, Joseph grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. She struggled against him, pushing him away. Realizing her distaste, he tried to pull her face towards him to kiss her forcibly, but she smacked him across the face, pushing him away. Suddenly, claws formed on the god's hands, and he swiped across the goddess's face. Shocked, and covered in scratches, Ria grabbed the four dress bags and left practically running out of the shop. The bruise on her arm where he had grabbed her throbbed, and the scratch on her face had started to bleed where he had lashed out and hit her when she had smacked him away. Her face hurt, her arm hurt, and she had four new dresses for her wings. She was okay. Why wouldn't she be okay?
She dematerialized directly outside of Angelic City, back down to the house and she moved swiftly through the door. As she passed the living room she saw that all five of the boys were there. As she passed, all ten of their eyes followed her, especially Duo's and Heero's. Heero was the only one to catch the tear strolling down her opposite cheek from them. Getting up, he followed her up into their shared room.
She hung the bags on the bathroom door, sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at them. As he entered, he saw that as she sat there, silent tears just kept strolling down her cheeks. Silently. She wept for her afterlife. Every time she went to the tailor's shop, Joseph did something to her. Last time and the time before that, he had groped her. This time, he tried to kiss her forcibly. It was all too much. All the times he had tried to hurt her and had actually succeeded in hurting her just kept flooding her mind. She needed to be stronger; she needed to be.
Heero approached her and sat down on her bed. He had noticed the cuts on her face and the bruise on her arm. The bruise on her arm was turning into a massive black and blue taking up most of her upper arm. And the scratches plus the bruise on her face were starting to get bad as well. He asked, "what happened to you?"
The only thing she replied was, "tailor…" She realized that she was crying because she was furious. No more, she thought. He put an arm around her shoulders, feeling the trembling, mistaking her anger for sadness, and let her cry on his shoulder. Outside, a storm was approaching, the low call of thunder and lightning warning people to stay indoors. It was as if the heavens were furious with her.
He didn't need to question any further about what had happened. The finger-prints on her arm said enough. He knew, and he wouldn't make her tell him. He did ask though, "Has this happened before?" She nodded her head yes. "Have you told anybody about this?" She shook her head no. "Why not?"
"Because he is the God of Lust. He's like that with everyone. He's just never gotten physical before. I thought that I was just special for him to get physical. But I don't like it; I never have. I've told him to stop, and he won't. He's groped me before, smacked my ass as I left, stared at my cleavage, and today he attempted to kiss me. You are the first person that I've told about any of what's happening between Joseph and I."
"You need to talk about it. Something like this can't be kept under wraps. You can't let him do the things he does to you. I want you to take me to heaven. God of Lust or not, I will make him stop."
She read his mind, scoffing at the images, "But, I…You Can't kill him. He's a God. He's too powerful."
He shrugged, "I don't care, Ria. I am a soldier of war; an enemy is an enemy no matter who they are. I fight, following my own judgment. What I believe should be done, is done. And I believe that what he did to you shouldn't have happened."
"I know we had a rough start today," Ria said as she lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him and smile, "…but I'm glad that I met you."
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Glad to meet you too."
"Oh, and by the way, I told Dr. J that if he needs to contact you, that he would need to do it through me. You should not be receiving anything from him directly. Nor should the others." She wagged a finger at him, "The dead and the living don't mess around with each other. Bad things happen, and I'm normally the one who needs to clean it up."
Heero blushed and said, "Come on, lunch will be ready in an hour, and you told Quatre and the others that you would introduce yourself when you got back."
"I haven't forgotten. Don't worry."
She got up and they went down the stairs together. He went into the kitchen and brought back an ice pack wrapped in a paper towel. "It will ease the swelling on your arm and face a little." he said, then went back into the kitchen and stirred lunch. The ice felt good on her arm and face. Ria's wings made it hard for her to sit in a chair so when she sat, she ended up sitting straight up. So she put her head back letting the ice pack lay on her face as she held the other ice pack to her arm. Then everyone was called into the kitchen for lunch.
Having a circular table meant that there were a few empty chairs as the boys took their seats. One was next to the blonde and the other was next to the black-haired boy. The tall boy with the very long bangs sat in the chair next to the blonde-haired boy. Then Heero sat on the other side at the head of the table. Duo sat in the back with the last empty seat across from him on his left. In clockwise order from 12 o' clock was Duo, Heero, empty seat, black haired boy, Long banged boy, blonde haired boy, and then Duo. Ria decided to sit next to Heero. So she pulled the chair far out from the table and sat down. Heero looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"You can sit at the table, Ria. You don't need to sit so far away." Heero said, motioning her to move forward
"It's not the fact that I won't sit at the table. But they're still fragile." She pointed behind her at her wings, "I just got them last night. I can't conceal them yet, and if I squash them, they will hurt and start to bleed again." Ria replied, looking down at her hands in her lap. Everybody knew what she meant. Her wings were large and if she were to sit at the table, either her wings would need to be squashed behind her or she would jostle and jolt both Heero and the black haired boy. Heero got up and asked everyone to stand up as well. Both he and the black haired boy stood at one end of the table. Duo, unlocked a lock on the under-side of the table and Heero and the other boy pulled the table apart to make more room. Now the table was an oblong shape. Perfect for her wings.
The blonde-haired boy then spoke up, standing up to move further into the kitchen and continue to stir their lunch. He started gathering tortillas together, the scent of roasted beef whisking through the kitchen to the pilots behind him. "While we are waiting for lunch to be served why don't we get introductions said and done." He turned around, addressing himself to the goddess at the table, "My name is Quatre Rababera Winner."
The long-banged boy spoke up, "My name is Trowa Barton. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The black-haired boy spoke up last out of the three, "My name is Wufei Chang. I have nothing to say to you, woman."
"Aw, 'Fei, Be nice. She hasn't done anything yet to really piss you off." Duo's attempt to calm the dark-haired pilot down was nice but unnecessary. He was set on not allowing the goddess under his skin.
"She is a friend of Vicky. As far as I'm concerned, they're one and the same."
The pilots all turned their eyes upon the goddess.
"So," Duo began, "What's your full name? You know Heero and I."
Deciding to take the leap, she began, "As I mentioned before, my name is Anahria. It's a pleasure to meet all of you." She wondered why she was trusting Vicky with her well-being in the first place. Vicky had said they were terrorist, assassins, and killers; generally, although she would get a vast amount of work fodder from them, the ladies wouldn't and shouldn't want to be around them. Too many chances for a demon to attach themselves to the souls of the human boys.
"Oh my!" A mistakenly familiar name said from the shadows. All eyes turned to the doorway. There stood Vicky in all glory. "So, I see you have decided to give them your real name? I'm proud of you. You spend entirely too much time up there dealing with pedantic issues. You need some friends down on Earth."
"You said so yourself that they were assassins, terrorists, and killers. Why the hell did I give them my real name?"
"'Cause they know that if they hurt you, they hurt me, and if they hurt me or you, they're going down by both of our hands."
"As if, Vicky! Like that will ever happen. I don't know why you keep suggesting it. You know neither of us would do anything like that."
"Yes, we would." Vicky said before continuing, "but, they're completely harmless, Ria" To emphasize her point, she went over and gave Wufei the "Grandma love pinch" on the cheek. This apparently was not the right thing to do.
"WOMAN! Why?! Why do you and Maxwell constantly need to push me to my limits in patience?" Wufei bellowed, turning his face away from the grinning woman only to look at a grinning Duo. "And why are you grinning at me?"
"You have such fun buttons to press, 'Fei. You should know this by now after we've known each other how long." Duo grinned, and put his arms behind his head, leaning back in the chair.
"Harmless?!" Ria screamed into Vicky's head, "A Flea is harmless! Do you know that their doctors are up in Limbo trying to create weapons? It is strictly forbidden to use Heavenly weapons on Earth. It is also strictly forbidden to use Earthly weapons in Heaven!" The whole time Vicky was cringing. She was going to have one hell of a headache later on! She'll have to have double the amount of ice packs on her head that she normally uses.
"Would you calm down please, Arhria. I understand how you're feeling. I felt the same way. Don't worry; giving them your name won't hurt you. We can handle the old doctors at a later time. I'll look into them later on today." Vicky said. From the wide-eyed stares she was getting from the occupants of the room, she knew she said something wrong. "What?" she asked, confused and afraid of what she might hear.
"First you call me Arhria. First and foremost, I HATE THAT NAME! Second, you pretty much told them that we're arguing about them nonverbally with them in the same room. That is beyond rude. Beyond."
The pilots all grew quiet; the atmosphere in the room had grown chilly. Quatre puttered away in the kitchen behind them, but from the way his jaw clenched, he was not even the slightest bit pleased about being spoken about like that. He brought over a plate of burritos, placing them on the table between the other pilots. He kept his face down, betraying the fact that he was displeased with the present circumstances.
Vicky chuckled nervously. "Sorry guys," she addressed the room, "Sometimes I forget that I'm speaking telepathically. It just comes naturally for me."
Addressing Vicky, Ria continued, "That doesn't negate the fact that it's rude." Turning to the boys, the goddess said, "It's an absolute pleasure to meet all of you, it really is. I truly do look forward to spending the next few days with you." Ria huffed, "Don't blame Vicky. She's about as subtle as a rattlesnake bite. She's about as gentle as one as well. Don't blame her for her digressions."
Vicky stood up straight. "Wait, my digressions?"
Ria just smiled, loaded her plate up with two burritos, held up her spoon, and then said, "Hasta la vista, baby." waving her spoon in a complete circle, and pointing said spoon directly at Heero. She vanished with a smirk on her face only rivaled by Duo himself.
Vicky just stood there at the spot where Ria was standing, "Did she just…? When did she…?" Vicky stopped, shock clearly written across her face, "I knew I liked that girl for a reason. It wasn't because she was a psychotic bitch Goddess of Death. Oh no, it was because she was a DEVIOUS crazy psychotic bitch Goddess of Death. I love that girl. She's so great!"
"So, her name is Ria. Why Ria? It doesn't sound like a Goddess of Death sort of name." Duo asked, puzzled. "I thought it would be something more goddess like."
Vicky countered by saying, "Well, I don't remember Duo being a very God of death-like name. Last time I checked it was, Thanatos. Plus, that's not Ria's full name. It's a shortened version of her full first name. Everybody has their own nickname for her. Some people call her by her middle name, others by her last name. Some call her by her whole first name. I couldn't even count on all my fingers and toes how many names she has in Heaven. She is the Goddess of death though, and a very good one at that."
The whole time Vicky was explaining Ria's many names and how she had met Ria, Heero was going over in his brain the first day he had actually met Ria. He remembered the machine that she had been in, and the way her body had been in a suspended animation. J had been injecting her with any kind of drug he could think of to wake the girl up. He kept talking about government funding, and yet, he hadn't received a penny. Heero remembered that day because he took the brunt of J's anger when he had realized that everything he had done to awaken the girl was for naught. He got up to go into the rest of the house, earning a glare from Quatre. Raising both eyebrows, he heard the blonde sigh.
"Everyone is eating, but no one is saying anything. Not a single 'thank you,'" Quatre was having none of it, "and Heero, why are you leaving? You can't sit and eat with us?"
Heero shrugged, walked over to the table, grabbed two burritos and walked out of the kitchen area. He heard another annoyed huff come from the blonde.
Ria had just dematerialized out of the kitchen and into the bedroom at the end of the hall. She booted up her laptop and watched as her background came up. Once again, she looked at a picture of herself in full Goddess regalia. The black dress, the bun-like hair, yes, the trademark scythe envisioned with any creature associated with death. For example, the grim reaper. Grim was great and all but he needed style. His scythe was nothing compared to hers. It was large, it was pretty, it was pointy, and it was unbelievably lethal and dangerous. She loved her job sometimes.
Clicking on the angelic search, she went searching for the file that she had told J she had. Every person known to man-kind was in this file. All she needed to do was find a match. She needed concrete evidence that J had sent correspondence down south. She typed in the name Dr. J and then typed trainee. Instantly, a picture of Dr. J came up. Underneath his name said, "Trainee: 01." She clicked on that and up popped 01's picture. Underneath the photo of 01 was a tag saying, 'AKA Heero Yuy.'
She clicked on the picture of 01 and his stats for that time came up. At the bottom of his page, there was a link to go into future pages of his file. She clicked eight times, not even caring for the pictures of him growing up. Based on the way he was living when she woke up, and the way he was currently, she'd venture to say he didn't have a roses and sunshine childhood. She wanted a clear picture of him as a fifteen year old boy. At the bottom of the page, it said Gundam pilot 01 of Gundam Wing zero and Gundam 01. Since the words Gundam Wing Zero were a link to another page, she clicked on that to. She was pleasantly surprised to find a badass giant robot with what looked like a kickass rifle on its side. It was fighting off a seemingly endless sea of red robots. To the left and right of it were other Gundams, Ria presumed, because they looked remarkably like the Wing Zero. She navigated to the other links, a black one to be more precise. A picture of Duo came up. Then at the bottom it said Gundam Pilot 02 of Gundam Deathscythe. His Gundam looked like a death deity out in the field. It was dark, lethal, and had every bit of an aura surrounding it. She was impressed with them all.
At that moment, the door opened, catching her mid-bite out of one of her burritos. Heero came walking over to her, placing his hand on the table next to her laptop, standing there glaring at her. There's not a day when that look is seen in someone's eyes and something hasn't happened. Remembering Joseph earlier that day, she slowly turned back to her computer.
"You!" Heero said, still not having taken his eyes off the Goddess.
"Me what?" Ria replied, choosing to ignore his glare. She was looking at the other pictures of Gundams and becoming acquainted with the pilots who piloted said Gundams. By far, her favorite Gundams at the moment were the Wing Zero and Deathscythe. Seeing that Heero wasn't going to move any time soon, she took a bite out of her burrito and resumed eating while still going over info from the angelic search and the angelic World Wide Web. The Angelic World Wide Web was a spin-off of the World Wide Web. Amazingly, Heaven had many things that earth-beings had on Earth re-instituted into heaven.
"You!" Heero exclaimed yet again, moving to kneel by her chair. He looked at her. She kept her gaze on her computer screen. "…What are you looking at?"
"Wow! A new phrase! I was beginning to think that "you" was the extent of your vocabulary for the moment."
"Hn..."
"…once again, we are back on the one syllable track. By the way, I'm looking at info on the five of you and your…Gundams. Vicky never actually showed me what a Gundam was."
"Why are you looking at our Gundams? Our information is classified, and under lock and key. How do you have so much information on us?
"Angelic World-Wide-Web. You should really broaden your horizons."
"That doesn't tell me how you were able to get our information." He stared at the computer, seeing photos of all of them at children, "All of our information. Did you hack a database?"
She scoffed at him, "No, I did not hack a database. I just made it my mission to learn more about your guys rather than from trespassing your brains. It's also a bit less intrusive." At the word mission, Ria caught Heero's attention. How did this girl know so much about him? Reading the look on his face, Ria continued, "…and don't act surprised. Vicky talks a lot about you in Heaven, but since I don't watch the war because I see every one of the dimwits that you guys send to death in Heaven or Hell, I never saw you grow up. I hide my name from people because it wouldn't really be a good thing if I'm out in the field, and someone decides to call on me while I'm working. Harvesting souls needs to be a solitary mission. Not that that is any of your business, personally. I don't ask you to divulge how you get your information."
Once again, Ria had gotten right up into Heero's face. Heero, being the brave one here, decided to close the distance, and close it he did. They stood only inches away, staring at each other down the length of their noses. The moment was ruined though by a beep from her computer. She looked down, opening her web browser; She had mail.
Turning to her computer, Ria clicked the open message button. A message from Darien came up. The letter went pretty much like this:
-Dear Anarhria,
I decided to forgo sending the letter until after your sweet moment of triumph with Mr. Yuy. Yes, very kind of me. You both looked so adorable, so I decided give you some peace…-
Ria raised an eyebrow at the opening lines of Darien's letter. Not only was he spying but he SENT the letter while Heero was still next to her. She was so going to have a strong word with him later on. Continuing to read, she steeled herself for whatever mayhem he would bring.
-…with your new "friend". I'm sending this message to tell you that you will be accompanying the five boys on a mission of utmost importance a week from now. I suggest you make amends with Wufei. BTW, can you tell Vicky to meet me in the Wing Café in Angelic City at twelve tonight. I have something important to talk to her about.
Yours truly,
Darien-
As Ria finished reading the letter, Heero could see that she went from dazed and confused to completely and utterly pissed off. Thinking it wise, he started backing away as her eyebrow started to twitch. Being still quite close to her, he heard her say that she was going to kill him before she got up, calm and collected, walked out the door and down the stairs. He heard her stop by the kitchen and tell Vicky that Darien needed to speak with her at the Wing café and then he heard her continue walking to the front door and . All grew deathly quiet. All of a sudden, a harsh scream broke the silence efficiently making the windows rattle and quite a few birds fly away from the tree outside the window in Heero's room.
"DAAARRRRIIIIEEEENNNNN! DO YOU REALLY NEED TO SPY ON ME!? AND IF YOU WERE GOING TO SPY ON ME, YOU COULDN'Y HAVE CONTACTED ME A DIFFERENT WAY, YOU ASS!?" All grew quiet once again. Heero could practically hear the hearts of the people downstairs beating at a fast pace much like his own as the front door opened and a now satisfied Ria walked through the house and upstairs. Heero heard Vicky yell up the stairs to Ria as she came in the room, once again calm and collected looking more peaceful if anything, "Damn, Ria! Where the hell did you get those lungs? I gotta get me a pair of them!" Heero could hear the surprise in Vicky's voice. She'd do well in the army as a high-classed general.
"If you want a pair of these lungs, you should definitely hit up some black market doctors. I'm sure they can hook you up." Vicky called outside from the kitchen area.
"Ouch Ria! What did Darien say to you now?"
"Check your computer. I'll email it to you."
A few minutes passed until the silence was once again broken by a loud sound. This time it was a shriek of laughter coming from none other than the Warrior Woman herself. The pilots, minus Heero for he knew what she was laughing about, looked at each other and decided to "let sleeping dogs lie" as they say. If Ria was this pissed over something that could make the warrior woman roll on the floor laughing, literally, then it must be something crude since Vicky had one of the more crude-minded personalities when it came to humor.
"Can it, Vicky!" was all that was heard before the sound of a door slamming was heard through the safe house.
"Darien is so dead when Ria sees him again. She is going to barbeque his sorry ass. I would too if it was me, but this is hilarious." Vicky picked herself up off the floor, watching as Heero slowly stuck his head out of the bedroom where Ria had stormed into.
"May we know what the letter says, please, Vicky?" Quatre asked kindly.
"Sorry, Quatre. But we don't want you to end up as minced meat thanks to Ria. She is not afraid to strike anyone down if they anger her to the point of destruction. Anyone can be a target. Friend or foe. For your own safety, I can't let any of you read this." And with that, she closed her pint-sized laptop in her hands and pushed her hands together until there was a no space between them and when she opened them, the pint-sized laptop was gone with only the red gem embedded in the center of her palm showing. "I don't know how many times in the past six months I was almost beheaded thanks to Ria. She is dangerous at some points and as gentle as a new born kitten at other points. You just need to get used to her. If you have her as a friend, she will stop. At. Nothing. To help you in any way possible. She is a great ally to have. Treasure her friendship, boys, treasure the precious friendship of the goddess of death."
Turning around, Vicky dematerialized right in front of the pilots' eyes, fully intending to meet Darien at the Wing Café. Her laughter at the look on their faces echoed on the chasing wind.