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"Satan," said Gretel warningly. She pouted at him as she toyed with a few strands of her hair.

"I'm hungry."

Those two words had the impact of a ton of bricks. The others stared at her in open shock. Their jaws dropped open as their minds rushed to comprehend what she had just said. Heero was on the verge of vaporizing the people standing in front of him and she said that she was hungry?

Heero closed his eyes for a split second to cool off the burning rage he felt towards the terrorist. His face was contorted with barely concealed rage. 'No one was to harm Relena,' he thought. Looking down at the people kneeling in front of him, begging for mercy, Heero felt nothing but disgust. They were not of any threat. He untwisted his pitchfork and it turned back to its original black hue. Kicking away the people groveling at his feet, Heero approached the gang.

Nodding to Gretel, he said, "Go get the car. I'll bring you for lunch."

Gretel smiled innocently as she rushed off, energized by the prospect of a hearty lunch.

"You're coming along too. We have some issues to hammer out," Heero said, rather commanded. The others nodded instantly, unsettled by his now commanding aura of authority.

Heero turned and glanced at his previous victims being dragged off by some Preventers. He looked at them with the same cool hard eyes, which Relena first saw him. One of them visibly shuddered as he looked into Heero's eyes. Heero smiled cruelly at that man. Underneath all the blood and gore that covered his face, Heero could recognize him. He was the actual head of the terrorist group, Martina. Feeling generous, Heero ignored him. All things could be done as long as he wanted to. There was not a system in the world that could prevent him.

Later on, the MP3s and Gundam pilots were sitting in a posh restaurant with Satan and Gretel for lunch. Lady Une, Noin and Sally joined them after they had a word with manager.

Gretel was gobbling down her lunch, a huge serving of fish and chips with all manners of a caveman. Satan was sighing by the side and he tried occasionally to clear up the mess she made. The waiters seem to have a pre-knowledge of Gretel eating habits thus were by the side armed with fresh towels.

The others were sitting quietly and nibbling at their food. They did not really have an appetite after what had happened earlier. Even the usually cheery Duo kept his mouth shut. Satan may be patiently clearing up Gretel's mess; it was far from the truth. Occasionally a few flecks of anger would flick in his eyes briefly before dying down. He may look peaceful on the outside but the pilots suspected it was just a farce just like his cold soldier demeanor.

"Satan-san, would you like some entertainment? We have recently employed a new magician," asked the manager. He was accustomed to Heero bring prestigious company for lunch.

"Sure. If he is up to standard," commented Heero with a slight nod.

"He is, I assure you. His performances are to die for," responded the manager hastily. His head bobbed up and down like an apple in a bucket of water.

"It had better be," Gretel pointed out. "Satan is in no mood for simple sleight of hand."

"It's not simple card tricks. It's quite exciting. Many of our other patrons sing his high praise," informed the manager.

"Introduce him. If my mood gets better, I'll tip him generously," Heero replied as he waved off the manager. He had been trying without much luck to rein in his temper. He knew it was not advisable to unleash it, no matter what the circumstance. He was actively stalling for time to control his fiery rage so that all hell would not break lose.

The manager disappeared quickly and was accompanied by a tall blonde fellow upon his return. The man was lanky and stood an impressive height of 5 feet 12 inches. His blonde hair hung like flax on a distaff, further emphasis the paleness of his complexion. He was dressed in a purple black tuxedo, which gave him a rather feminine appearance.

"This is the magician I was talking about. His name is Mandark, the… " The manager stopped short as storm clouds gathered on Heero's face. His eyes grew cold and icy as his lips thinned to an invisible line.

"Mandark is it? Well let's see what you've got," Heero smirked. "IF you can make this table disappear, I'll see to it that you always remain Mandark." Heero spat that last word out like it offended him.

The manager and the waiters all sense something amiss and slinked away silently. The others on the other hand had no choice but to stay put despite the crackling tension building up in the room.

"Why sure," the man replied hearty, his voice as smooth as silk. "No trick is too difficult for me."

With a flourish, the magician pulled out a huge piece of black cloth that covered over the table. In overly elaborate movements, he pranced and danced around the table chanting many incomprehensible words. Purple smoke also started billowing around the room.

His chanting started out as a murmur gradually increasing in volume until it was almost a shout. His voice changed from silky to hoarse and grated against the air.

Heero and the others visibly winced as his voice soared to ear-piercing peaks.

"Silence," roared Heero as he felt something within him snap. He grabbed the magician roughly by the arm to sit in his lap. Still, the magician refused to stop chanting in his annoying piece.

Heero finally gave up and sealed the magician's mouth with his.

Jaws dropped as the onlookers stared blatantly at the sight before them.

Heero was kissing… a man!

i know that i took awfully long on this one.

sorry. i will reply reviews on the next chappy