Chapter 7
The group entered and I just continued to lie there. Even though I have 100% mobility, I knew I would have to play the weak woman for the day, that would need "help" to increase my mobility, I hoped. I waited until they were near before I bolted upright as if I had a bad dream. I looked around in confusion for a minute before relaxing, as if it took me a minute to remember where I was. I spotted the woman from the night before and smiled slightly. She was at the front of the group, a blank notepad and sketch book in her hands. She walked over to me and my eyes lit up, and I began to smile happily, as she handed me the two books, as well as a box of colored pencils and a pen.
The other people of the group, six men and two women, noticed that I seemed much happier and much calmer with those things in my hands, so they approached in groups of two, the two females each with a male. The woman who had given me the gifts spoke, startling me, "Allow me to introduce myself as well as the rest of the group. I am Sally Po, or Agent Water, of the Preventors."
She motioned to the first pair a man and a woman, "This is Agent Wind," she waved a hand at the tall, bleach blonde haired, man. Standing next to him was a woman close to his height with dark bluish-purple, short hair, "the woman next to him is Agent Fire. I will allow the others to introduce themselves."
The three agents moved out of the way, allowing the next pair of men to approach both had brown hair, but the one on the right's hair was very messy and the one on the left had hair down to his ass. Before either could say anything, I had scribbled something on the first sheet of my new notebook. The long haired boy opened his mouth to introduce himself, but I shoved the notebook in his face.
"Huh? What's with my hair? Waddya mean what's wrong with it?" he rambled for a sec, and I simple replied with a "nothing it's just weird" once again, scribbled in my notebook. He looked at it and replied, "Weird, huh? Eh, whatever. Anyway I'm Duo, Duo Maxwell. The next to me is the ever antisocial Heero Yuy and he's my Hee-buddy!" The man on the right, Heero, whacked Duo in the back of the head before walking off.
"Hee-Chan! What was that for!" he followed sulking. The next two approached, and I was surprised to see the young man I had danced with along with yet another brown haired man, close to the height of the first man that I had been introduced to, the second man's hair looked like a uni-bang and it seemed to always be covering at least one eye. I looked down for a moment to stop myself from "laughing" in his face. "My name is Quatre Rabarba Winner," my head jerked up in shock at that name, "and this is Trowa Barton." He said motioning to the uni-brow.