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Chapter 6 - Resolve
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Heero thumbed frantically through Relena's diary, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to re-discover some valued
information that was vital to his mission. He was in a storage closet with a flashlight at the function.
"Dear Diary, Heero told me that he was going to kill me
again today", the diary read, "I don't like it when he
does that." Heero grunted. "I wish he would just tell me
that he loves me", the diary continued. "Today Marlene
told me that blue and pink don't match. I disagree."
Heero snorted and closed the book. He exited the closet and, as he walked back to the ballroom, he slipped the diary
into Duo's coat pocket.
"Hey", said Duo. "What the- Oh no!!"
Zechs's eyes were drawn to him. They narrowed and he growled "Maxwell" and stormed across the room.
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Interlude
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"Ooh . . . Ooh . . . The pain", said Duo.
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The doors to the ballroom flew open as Dorothy Catalonia swept in, trailing Quatre Raberba Winner in her wake.
"Maestro", she commanded imperially, "Tango." As the two took position, Wufei commented, "You'd never catch me
doing anything like that. How ridiculous."
"Ridiculous!" said the child.
Sally strode up to Wufei.
"Let's dance", she said.
"Okay."
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"Hey Trowa, do you remember that time when I made up that story about us being brother and sister so I could take care
of you when you were hurt?" asked Catherine.
"Yeah", said Trowa.
"You know", said Catherine, "I get the strangest feeling that some people still think that we are brother and sister", she
said. Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"That's silly", he said.
They turned to watch Quatre and Dorothy parade by, followed by Wufei and Sally.
"You wanna dance?", Trowa asked Catherine.
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"Excuse me, sir", a butler addressed Heero.
"Hn?" said Heero.
"Would you mind straightening that picture of Miss Relena?" Heero reached a hand up and straightened it.
"Oh, thank you", the butler said, "It's too high for me to reach."
"Hn?" Heero said. 'Too high?', he thought.
"How tall are you?" Heero asked the man. The butler looked surprised.
"5'7", said the butler confusedly.
"That doesn't make sense", said Heero, "Do you have a tape measure?"
"Actually, I do", said the butler, "You see, I happen to be a carpenter by trade." Heero proceede to measure himself
carefully.
"Hn. That's unexpected", he said. "It explains a lot of things."
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Heero walked toward Relena's table. Zechs sat by his sister, his satisfaction and smirk growing larger with every step that
Heero took. He was within five steps. Zechs began to rise and . . . was being dragged toward the dance floor by his wife.
"Noooo!" he howled.
"Hello Heero. Thank you for the strawberry shortcake. It's my favorite", said Relena. Heero grunted.
"Hn."
"You look so handsome in your suit, Heero, I like your bowtie!" She smiled at him. Heero grunted again.
"I like your . . . um . . . face."
"Why thank you, Heero", she blushed, "I like yours too. So, how do you like my party, Heero?" Heero didn't answer.
"Do you really want to kill me, Heero?" she tried.
"No."
"Well, that's good."
"I love you", Heero said in his trademark, deadpan voice.
"You are weak." said Wufei as he waltzed by.
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Finis
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Dear Readers,
We did think about leaving Heero dangling off into the universe, not realizing that he's become ridiculously tall, but we
decided it wouldn't do. We also spared poor Quatre from being even more of a weenie than we had already portrayed
him as (We actually do like him). Be assured, though, had we shown a close up of Quatre and Dorothy dancing, his eyes
would have been shining in happiness. Thank you.
-Miss SillyGoose and Miss Anthrope.