NOTE: Bwahahaaaa!!! ^O^ I made it home before anyone could add on!
*rubs hands* Let's get movin' here . . .
"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.
"But . . . you're not an angel . . " Trowa started ". . .I thought you were a--"
"ahhhh . . . shaddapp . . . we used to be angels 'til we were cast from the heavens," he said this last word with a mocking sneer, waving his arms in a grand manner, " .. . yadda, yadda, yadda . . . ain't that right, Quat? . . .Quat?"
He looked to where Quatre was squealing and struggling with the "Kensored" sign and started laughing uproariously.
Across from them, Heero and Zechs's glaring match had cooled and Heero was headed for Trowa . . . mumbling something about how Planet Namek (I couldn't help it with the green sun and all that jazz. ^ ^) was no place for lovers, Trowa protested that he didn't care where he was, he just needed to use the bathroom. Duo was rolling with outrageous laughter. Quatre hopped and jumped and groaned and harumphed and the noise of the four grew outrageously until . . .
"SILENCE!" It was a great and booming voice that came from the heavens, loud and commanding and fierce. Even the immaterial matter they stood upon shook with its force. The entire crew froze in their steps, save for the mild tremble deep in their bones.
"Now you've done it . . ." Zechs said quietly from where he stood, arms crossed and head shaking with disapproval.
"Uhmm Heero . . . what was that?" Trowa asked with no little trepidation.
"That . . ." Heero remarked as he was finally moving a little, brushing his hair into some semblance of order and doing the same to his wings. He stood a bit straighter. It was as if his mother was coming for a visit. Just before he finished his sentence he knelt to one knee and Trowa realized that so had Zechs, and even the two demons. The clouds above them brightened and began to part, " . . . is Treize."
End of Pt. 19
*steals back the bell from whomever had it last*
DINGALINGALINGALINGALINGALINGALINGALN--
Zechs: STOP THAT DAMN YOU!
^ ^;; oops . . .Neeeeeeeeext!
Maynard
(:./babaca/rr19)
