Here's the second part! Please enjoy and let me know what you thought of it.

"I-" Duo leaned forward, eager eyes round with suspense, "-don't know."

Duo deflated, his disappointment moving him like a physical force as he overbalanced fell to the floor with a dull thud.

"Whoa! Oomph!"

Trowa raised a brow, choosing not to comment at the display. Wufei in contrast, snorted with a mumbled "clumsy idiot", causing Duo's face to heat up in an embarrassed flush.

"We should interrogate her."

"That's too harsh," Quatre replied absently, before returning his gaze to the girl in his arms. "What's you're name? I'm Quatre."

"Kirimi."

With a jolt, Quatre realized that he recognized the name, he knew it from somewhere, but where? "Sounds familiar..."

Duo immediately leapt at his uncertainty, "So she is you sister!"

Quatre sniffed, how did that prove anything? "Stop assuming that already!"

"Enough! You two are acting like children!" Une roared, turning to face Kirimi, "how did you get in here?"

However, before anyone could reply, sounds of struggling could be heard from down the hallway- and it was coming closer. Soon, the Maganacs reentered the room, dragging a cloaked man in with them.

"Release me! Or I'll curse you! Curse! Beelzenef…!"

Duo bounced up to the man, curiosity burning in his eyes- "Who the hell is this freak?" -and was awarded with a kick to the face and the threat of being cursed. Wufei snickered behind his hand.

Lady Une seemed just about out of patience as this 'meeting' was running way behind schedule; her attention was needed elsewhere! "Identify yourself and remove that ridiculous costume."

When the figure didn't respond, she commanded the pilots to remove his hood or else face her wrath. Grudgingly, Wufei and Trowa stepped forward to obey the order. This caused the man to thrash violently, as his struggles renewed threefold.

"No, stop, what are you doing? You murderers! Murderers!"

Wufei pulled back in offence, "That is an unjust claim, I am a highly trained warrior, how dare you associate me with a simple murderer!"

Duo chuckled through his fingers, as he cradled his abused nose, "Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, buddy."

"This coming from the self-proclaimed 'God of Death'?" Wufei responded, giving up on removing the blasted hood, Trowa followed suit. The guy was trying to bite them!

"Hey! It was them or me! You know, survival of the fittest and all that jazz?" Duo defended, "You all did it too; it's what we're trained for. You know, to end the war? Besides, it's not like I enjoyed it-" seeing everyone's unbelieving stares, he huffed in resignation, "Okay! Maybe a little, but they deserved it!"

Wufei scoffed, "Don't try to justify your sadist-"

A cough at the door made everyone pause to see who had the gull to interrupt them. A woman in a maid outfit strolled in as if a major struggle hadn't just been taking place, a butler followed her at a more sedate pace.

"We apologize for this interruption, but it seems you have our charge. Mistress Kirimi wondered away from us in search of her brother." She explained with a pointed look to the girl folded into Quatre's arms.

Duo eyed Quatre who turned red in exasperation, "Stop that already!"

"Well, actually, he's her brother…" The maid said, a finger pointing to the cloaked figure who was once more screaming bloody murder.

Everyone stared- and continued to stare before Duo suddenly broke into loud, raunchy laughter. The maid hit him upside the head before proceeding as if that hadn't just happened.

"This is Mr. Nekozawa Umehito, heir to the Nekozawa fortune." She introduced, before realizing that her master was still being held captive. "Oh my…Please release him."

Quartre, who had frozen mid-way through her speech, flinched and quickly gestured for his men to do as she asked. Turning to the man who was now frantically trying to straighten out his clothes, he bowed in apology, "I'm sorry for that, Mr. Umehito, I didn't realize it was you..."

As the man began to mumble incoherently, the maid quickly butted in. "It's alright, really, you'd be surprised how often it happens…"

Trowa, who had been watching the scene in silent interest couldn't help but think that he wouldn't be surprised at how often this happened, after all, who in their right mind would wear such a strange getup in a time of chaos? Duo snickered beside him, seeming to have read his mind.

Wufei, who was now more confused than ever, voiced the question that had been on his mind since the beginning of this entire escapade. "Just who is this man? And of what importance is his lineage that allows him entrance into this private building?"

Lady Une rounded on him, but her cold glare softened once she saw the true confusion on his face. "You didn't know? His family has been supporting us throughout the war; they provided most of the parts for your gundams, among other things. They work with some of the biggest gun manufacturing companies both on earth and in space."

"Oh..."

No one quite knew how to reply to that as every pair of fell upon the man who was apparently cowering in a corner of the room. In the silence that followed the exclamation of 'this guy!?' echoed through the minds of all those present.

Quatre tried to break the tension with a nervous chuckle, holding out the girl in his arms, "Here, she's your sister right? Take her." However, as the man crept forward, Kirimi wailed in terror and tried to hide herself in a surprised Quatre's shirt. "Or not..."

The maid stepped forward to explain the situation, as the butler pulled the girl off of him, "Sorry, um, Mistress Kirimi is afraid of Master Umehito's choice of clothing…"

"Than take it off, simple enough, right buddy?" Duo replied, clasping Nekozawa, who jumped a foot in the air, on the shoulder.

The maid fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment, "Well, the problem is, Master Umehito despises light of any kind..."

"Than we get rid of the light." Heero answered, aiming his gun at the overhead lights and pulling the trigger.

"Heero! Don't-"

Shards rained down on everyone as darkness engulfed the room, a piercing screech broke through the commotion as people blindly filtered out of the room-feeling their way towards the door.

"Kirimi's afraid of the dark!" A panicked voice shouted about the noise as everyone gathered into the hall.

One screaming girl, some multi-language curses courtesy of a certain Chinese man, a few angry shouts, and three trampled men later, things finally settled down.

Quatre, eyes burning, rounded on Heero, "That was completely unnecessary! You just wanted to shoot something!" Heero didn't reply, but the makings of an amused smirk threatened to break his indifferent mask.

Duo, rubbing his sore rump, enthusiastically joined in, "Yeah! And who tackled me to the floor? Yuck, and my braid's all icky!" With a depressed pout, he glanced around the hall, "Don't you people know not to run on top of others?"

Wufei, standing to the right of Duo, hid his triumphant smirk, instead he exchanged an inconspicuous look with an amused Trowa.

Oh yes, this day had suddenly gotten much more interesting.

End

It's a cross with Ouran High School Host Club, if you haven't figured it out... :P

Let me know if you want more. I have some ideas for a sequal, but I'm not sure if I should develop them.