Heero looked rather pissed as a mussed-looking Zechs and blushing TRowa both appeared in whatever limbo place they had popped into. He crossed his arms over his chest, looked at the purple sky resigned, and sighed. Took another deep breath, and sighed. And again. Repeatedly, until he began to hyperventilate.
"Zechs," he growled, "WHY do you have to cast that stupid aura of yours every time I'm about to make a conquest? And for once, one that I intended to keep, and cherish, and love till the end of my days?"
Zechs shrugged, undisturbed, paying more attention to the gleam of the green sunlight on Trowa's hair. Quatre cleared his throat.
"And where the hell is this place?" he demanded. Immediately, a large black sticker appeared out of nowhere and pasted itself over his mouth. Duo grabbed his shoulders and slowly read the word written in large, white, block-letters.
"Ken...ken...so...sore...d...kensored," he declared proudly, dancing around with his hands in peace signs. "KENSORED! You've got a sticker that says KENSORED over your mouth!"
Quatre turned purple, glaring at his friend. He gestured at the sticker angrily, making muffled noises as Zechs and Heero shared a heated glare over Trowa's blushing head.
"Um, Mr. Bat-wing, sir." Trowa piped up, "I think its CENSORED, not KENSORED."
Duo glared at him, causing him to shrink behind the wall that was Zechs and Heero.
"What do YOU know, stupid mortal?" he growled, "I'M an angel. I THINK I know how to read, thank you not very much!"
Trowa blinked.
Ignoring Quatre, who was dancing with fury in the background, Zechs and Heero continued their staring contest.
End of Pt. 18
**Wolf**
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