Wakai Kyoushu

Sutoomu

Well, this is juyst amazing. i have two or three chapters to post on this story! I didn't realize I had written thatmuch in my time I was gone. Oh yes, that reminds me...

Gomen nasai, gomen nasai, gomen nasai/bows, bows, bows, bows/ I'm sorry it has taken forever tog et an update on this story out. It wasn;t my fault. My labtop, where all my stories are, had internet connection problems. We had to wait for a disc and then try to figure a whole bunch of stuff out and I only got it fixed today. And posting my stories was the first thing I did!

Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. The next few chappies are gonna be of the gw assassins meeting their families! Please review me! And I'll reply, 'cause I reply to all reviews 'cause reviewers are special people! I love reviewers! So enjoy it, and review it! Please...

Duo wandered the halls, trying to find the right room. Normally, he was really good at not getting lost, but right now his mind was too busy dwelling on what Howard and Solo would be like. He hoped they were fun. Hilde had told him a little about her uncle before she had to go home. She said he was eccentric and fun and somewhat insane in a really laid back way. He sounded like he had the same type of twisted personality as Duo, and Hilde claimed they would get along brilliantly. And, with the many pictures of how he would meet them ringing in his head, he kept getting turned around in the base's corridors. He found himself back in the main lobby and scratched his head in confusion. Hadn't he just been here? Duo sighed, knowing that the thought of meeting his relatives was keeping him from meeting his relatives. They were going to arrive in ten or so minutes, and he had to get to the right room!

"Hey, kid!"

Duo whirled automatically, a knife flashing into his hand. It vanished a split second later as he quickly calculated no threat. "Dude!" he exclaimed to the older boy standing in front of him, who was glancing at the hand which had just held the knife. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry," the boy shrugged apologetically. He was dressed in a large trench coat with the hood up and shading his features. "I was just wonderin' if you know this place."

"I know every single detail about this base!" Duo proclaimed proudly. It wasn't a lie. It was just a tiny bit over exaggerated.

"Then why do you look lost?" the boy smiled in an amused way.

"I ain't lost!" Duo defended. "I'm simply distracted by a very interesting prospect that's supposed to happen in ten minutes. Which means I gotta go, or I'm gonna be late."

"Right, then," the older boy smiled. "I'll have to ask someone else to help me."

"Yeah," Duo replied, feeling a tiny tad guilty. "The guy at the desk is the directionister man. Or whatever the hell they call him. Some big technical term I think is pointless to remember. Anyways, see ya!" And Duo turned and ran down the right hall. He only made one wrong turn, which he quickly fixed, and finally ended up at the right room. He barged in to see the other four, Iria, and Une sitting and waiting, obviously, for him.

"Finally!" Wufei exclaimed.

"Duo, you're late!" Une scolded. "I was about to send out a search party for you!"

"Sorry," Duo grinned. "But I was too excited to think straight."

"You can think straight?" Wufei murmured, and Duo stuck out his tongue at him. A childish thing to do, but, hell, Duo always acted a bit childish. It's what made him the lovable Duo he was.

"Hey, Quat!" Duo ran over and sat by the depressed looking boy. Quatre was sitting in the darkest corner, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He was trying to cover every bit of him he could. He was wearing the goggles he had originally had, refusing to wear the sunglasses and infuriating Une. "What's up, Shadow?"

"It's warm," Quatre murmured from the blanket. "And the colors are...bright." Duo had spent the entire day yesterday telling Quatre all about colors and naming everything he could. The blonde learned quickly, and it seemed to click in his brain easily.

"Yeah, the light's like that. I think everything that gives off light gives off heat too. Or something. I never paid that much attention to that stuff. I figure, if it's there, why worry about how it got there?" Duo stuck his hands behind his head. "So, you excited?"

"Huh?"

"'Bout meetin' your family? You got a lot of 'em. I can't wait to meet Howard. Hilde says I'll like him, and I figure if Hilde doesn't mind him I won't. I'm excited about meeting my brother. I don't know why, but there's something nagging in my brain about a brother..."

"I don't know," Quatre admitted. "I'm not sure about meeting them. They all think I'm Ra'id."

"Well, ya were," Duo smiled. "But not anymore. Just tell them to shove off if they keep calling you Ra'id. Or you could threaten to shoot them like Hee-chan does. That generally works with me."

"I couldn't do that," Quatre said, but smiled a small smile at Duo. It faded as they fell into silence once more. "Do they know that we're assassins?" he whispered.

"I dunno," Duo frowned. "Hey, Une, do our families know we're assassins?" All five boys stared at Une after Duo asked this question.

Une considered them, then nodded. "Yes, they do. I've explained your entire situation to them, and they understand. Most of them are simply happy about meeting you again."

"They know and they still come?" Heero asked. Une nodded.

"That's so twisted," Duo laughed. "If I wasn't me, I'd probably be freaked out at meeting me. Or at least Hee-chan. 'Cause Heero glares. Man, half the teachers don't dare look at him or ask him questions in class." He bounced to his feet and joined Heero. "You excited 'bout meetin' your uncle, 'Ro?"

"No," Heero replied.

"Yeah, right," Duo said. "I can't wait. Hilde says..."

Une interrupted Duo and spoke. "The receptionist says they're all here. Iria is going to take you all to seperate rooms so you can meet them in private. I'm going to go talk with them before they come to you." She stood and left.

"I have to meet them alone?" Quatre whispered in horror. They had all stood up and he edged closer to Trowa.

"I'll be with you, Quatre," Iria said. "I'm not going to let my little brother face father alone."

"Why?" Trowa asked, suspicious.

"Zayeed Winner is a business man. He's not cruel, but he does give off an aura when he's in a room. It can be quite overwhelming if you don't know how to deal with father."

"How do you deal with your father?" Quatre asked.

"Our father, little brother," Iria corrected. "Basically, we just nod and say 'yes' every now and then and give him a kiss and an 'i love you' before we leave. It always works. We got to do anything when we were younger."

"You ignore him and then suck up to him to get things," Duo said. "Brilliant!"

"That's a rather blunt way of saying it," Iria smiled. "Come on, I'll show you the lovely sitting rooms we've set aside just for you." And she left, leading the five young teenagers to meet their pasts and futures.

Yah. So that's it! Did you like it? I hope you did! Please review! It'll mean so much to me! If I get three reviews, I'll post a new chapter!

Note: here's something interesting. Zayeed is Mr. Winner's real name. I looked it up on Wikipedia...a lot of people call him Ramid...maybe that's how Zayeed is pronounced? I don't know, just that that's the way you spell it!

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