The five pilots stood in a ring around the tighter ring of Relena, security guards and others that had witnessed the event. All five had their heads bowed; Quatre was characteristically wiping a tear from his huge eyes. Zechs who had, by this stage burst through the clearing and moved up next to Relena, was viewing the body with a look of compassion.

'Do you want to postpone the wedding?' he asked Relena gently.

His sister sighed and began to say 'I think that I'll be alright' when a faint groan issued from the seemingly lifeless body of Dorothy Catalonia. A click and a yell followed. The click from the rifle in Relena's hands as she released the safety catch and pointed it at Dorothy, preparing to do what the car had failed to achieve. The yell also from Relena as Zechs tried to wrestle the gun off his younger sibling. It looked like a preschool tug of war over a toy except the result would decide whether Dorothy would be actively kicked off her mortal coil. Eventually, Zechs, trained in the ways of gripping controls with all his might, managed to wrench the gun from his sister's hands and hold it high above his head, out of her reach as she jumped up and down in her puffy white gown, hands waving to reach it.

Once Relena had stopped trying to murder Dorothy, Noin addressed the issue of, where the hell was the car that had hit the poor blonde. At this, they glanced over to Heero who was already surveying the tire tread that could be seen, stamped onto the road in blood. After a few moments, he stood up and proclaimed to the crowd that, from the lack of skid marks, the car hadn't even tried to avoid her, from the distance that Dorothy's body had been flung, the car had only been travelling at about 20 kilometres an hour and the only reason that Dorothy had been hurt so badly was that the car had reversed back over her…a total of three times.

Quatre looked shocked at this.

'Who could do that to someone?' he cried out, 'who would do that to Dorothy?'

Quatre wasn't reassured by the way that everyone looked at their shoes, forcing themselves to look distracted.

After about six minutes of silence, in which Dorothy lost almost half as much blood as Trowa had earlier in the day, this meaning that she was looking like the remains of a vampire banquet, Noin went so far as to suggest that they have her taken to the hospital. And thus, Dorothy was scraped off of the road and put in the back seat of a van which then drove off in a cloud of exhaust, following an unswerving course, not dodging the juddering potholes.

From behind, Duo could only guess at Catherine's expression. She was carrying a large glass of red wine with an invitingly large, round rim. Duo had a number of tablets in his pocket. He had gotten Trowa into this blood-sucking mess, so he was going to get him out of it. Just a few of his specially concocted pills in the bottom of that glass should do it. But Catherine was following a zig-zagging path amongst the guests and it was all that Duo could do to keep up while still looking casually innocent.

They had circled the grounds at least twice before Duo had an idea. Anticipating Catherine's direction and thus skirting around the crowd, he was found leaning against a handy tree just as the knife-thrower passed. He saw her eyes flit to him with a glare of extreme distrust. He summoned up all his courage and opened his mouth, his voice seemingly confident and scathing.

'Look at that. So the rough circus performer is a girl after all'

She spun to fix him with a glare that would have sent Heero running to Relena. After what seemed to Duo like a decade, she turned heel and walked gracefully off in a huff, the glass held away from her body in a position of extreme fashion. This was exactly what Duo had been waiting for, as she stalked off, he moved along behind her briefly as though moving off from the tree towards the table where the wedding cake had just been placed. As he passed, his hand darted out, lightning-fast, and dropped four tablets into the glass, the surface of the deep crimson liquid hardly rippling. From a distance, he saw the tablets dissolve fully without her noticing and so he began to stride towards the wedding cake where Zechs and Noin were already standing. As he approached he turned to find Catherine striding in his direction with a purposeful look on her face. Duo froze in mortification.

'Zechs' she called, 'I've been looking all over for you. Here's your wine'

Upon returning the glass to its owner, Catherine moved pass to inspect the cake. Duo gabbled, panicking.

'But I thought that was your glass Kath!'

Zechs replied in a tired voice, 'She was holding it for me while I wrestled that blasted gun off Relena. I'm almost ready for this day to end'

And with that, he downed the contents of the glass, Duo gasping.

Zechs swallowed loudly and looked at Duo curiously.

'What's wrong?'

The explosion of the wedding cake saved Duo from the shame of telling Zechs that he had spiked his drink with enough to have a blue whale staggering about the ocean.

Once the dust and icing had cleared, Duo pushed himself up off of the ground, shaking cake off the end of his plait. For a desert, that cake certainly did pack a punch; Catherine, who had been but inches from the cake at the time, had taken the full blast of it and was now lying on her back on the sweetened grass, seemingly dead. Standing up and looking unconcerned that Trowa's sister's epitaph would probably read that she died as a result of injuries caused by explosive edibles, Duo could see the huge circle, with a radius of almost six metres, which the cake had managed to spread itself across.

Various camera-men and reporters were picking themselves up off the ground, faces mixed between annoyance at their equipment being covered with frosting and glee at how much their stories would sell for. Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were sprinting across the lawn towards him, occasionally tripping in the sticky grass.

'What the hell happened here?' Wufei half-shouted, looking around disbelievingly.

'Oh man…' Quatre moaned.

'Cathy? What are you doing down there?' Trowa asked.

'She's unconscious you idiot' Duo said shaking his head, flicking the others with cake as he did so.

A short distance away, a minor eruption occurred in a particularly large pile of sweetness. And out of the crater came Relena, covered from head to toe in icing, the sugary goodness completing her dress and making her look like a white chocolate cupcake. As she surveyed her dress, looking fit to burst, all the guests who had previously been on the ground, got back down on it and all those who had run over to help dived for cover in the event that another shockwave should soon shake the earth. However, the grounds remained dangerously silent as Relena stomped her way back to the dressing room, ignoring the photographers as they snapped up her bridal gown pudding.

'Uh oh'

Duo, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei looked up from their brace positions on the ground to Heero who was staring after his fiancé with a look of concern.

'What's up Heero?' Quatre asked, flicking crumbs off of his shoulder pads.

'You mean aside from two of her wedding guests nearly being killed and her wedding cake exploding?' Duo asked sarcastically whilst he licked the icing off his fingers.

'She's not yelling at someone, or trying to talk her way towards a solution.' Heero explained, ignoring Duo's comment, 'That's a bad sign; it means she's really pissed.'

Wufei blanched and Duo wondered whether that was physically possible.