He, he. I'm in a fic writing mood. This was inspired after watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off a while back.
SD Wufei- What do you mean a while back, you just saw it yesterday.
No, no, the time before that when I wasn't feeling well.
SD Wufei- Oh... You've seen it too many times.
It keeps coming on TV sheesh....Anyway....
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of it. 'nuf said.
Catherine opened the door a crack and peering inside. He didn't move. Cautiously she stepped into the room.
"Trowa?"
The boy in the bed still didn't move. She stood over him feeling a knot of dread develop in her stomach.
"Trowa?" Catherine asked again, this time daring to touch the sleeping form. Trowa stirred and opened his eyes.
"Trowa? Why aren't you up and dressed? You have school in thirty minutes." She said in a worried tone.
"I don't feel well." He replied slowly. Catherine felt his forehead.
"You don't feel hot." Trowa rolled over onto his stomach moaning quietly. Catherine's face furrowed and she grabbed his hands. "My God! They're cold and clammy. I don't know what you've got, but you're not going to school."
"But I have a test." Trowa said, punctuating the last words with a coughing fit.
"You're staying home and that's FINAL." Catherine stated in a no-nonsense voice. "Now, I have to go out for most of the day." She began to walk towards the door. "But I'll call the school before I leave. Get some rest."
"Mmm." Trowa agreed thankful that he was to be left alone to sleep. He rolled over, pulling the covers about him. Catherine took one last look at her "brother" before softly closing the door behind her. Trowa waited until he heard her drive away before getting up. Still wrapped in his blanket, he wandered to the window and stared out at the now empty driveway. In the distance he could see Catherine's car making a left and heading for the highway. The blanket slipped off his shoulders, landing on the floor.
"YES."
The bell rang. Zechs glanced up from his desk. Why he'd agreed to go undercover at this school was beyond him. He couldn't remembering being drunk or under the influence of any drugs, so why had he said yes? Being stuck at this high school was bad enough, what was worse was that Lady Une was there too. She was posing as the Dean of Students and he was her secretary. What an awful blow to his ego, not to mention is reputation.
The homerooms were already sending their attendance information to him. His computer lit up with names of students present and absent that day. Sighing, he dutifully sent the information to Lady Une's computer. As he hit the final key, the phone rang. Zechs picked it up.
"Dean of Students office." He said.
"Can I speak to the Dean herself please?"
"I'll transfer you over to her. Hold please." He held the receiver, then leaned backwards in his chair so that he could look through the open door that separated his tiny office from Une's. "Dean, you have a call on line 3."
"Thank you." Une replied picking up the phone.
"Hello, Dean of Students. Ms. Une speaking."
"Yes, my name is Catherine and I'm calling to say that my "brother", Trowa Barton, won't be in school today. He's very ill." Une's fingers tapped the keys on her computer until the file marked Trowa Barton appeared on the screen.
"Are you aware that your brother has missed 9 days so far this semester?" Une asked still staring at the screen. There was a shocked moment of silence before Catherine spoke.
"Nine? I don't remember him being sick 9 days?" Une's hand tightened around the phone.
"That's probably because he wasn't ill. He was playing hooky."
"I doubt that, there has been some mistake. Anyway, I can assure you that Trowa is very sick. I debated whether to leave him or not, but I couldn't back out of my plans." Une narrowed her eyes while Catherine continued to babble. "I can assure you that Trowa is home, asleep, in his own bed." The file now read that Trowa Barton had been absent.8..7.6.5..4..3.2 days. Une covered the phone.
"Zechs." She growled. "ZECHS!" Zechs poked his head in. Une pointed to the screen and snarled. I'll get him, she told herself as she hung up the phone. Zechs couldn't figure out what she was so flustered about.
Trowa sat back from his computer. Now that that loose end had been dealt with, he could move on to part two of his plan. Quickly and methodically he prepared his room and the rest of the house for today's mission. When all the preparations had been made, he calmly dialed the phone. A sleepy voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Wufei, this is Trowa. Get up and get dressed."
"Can't. I'm sick." Trowa raised one visible eyebrow.
"No, you're not. You just think you are."
"I'm not worthy to pilot Nataku. I'm not getting out of this bed."
"You only believe you are because Treize defeated you."
"I was disgraced. I'm not worthy." Wufei countered. Trowa sighed.
"I have a plan to defeat Treize." He said blandly. Trowa waited, knowing that he had Wufei's full attention now. "It's too dangerous discussing it over the phone. Come over to my house and I'll fill you in." Wufei was silent. Trowa counted to ten praying that it would work, he knew Wufei needed to get over his defeat and move on. "This plan will bring Treize to his knees." Trowa added.
"Give me ten minutes."
To be continued....................
I'm back with part 2, now that Yahoo is more or less cooperating. ::twirls Heero's gun, Heero glares from other side of room::
Heero: I want that back.
In due time. In due time. Now let me post this fic.
Heero: Hn.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. 'nuf said.
Trowa Barton's Day Off part 2
Heero sat in class listening to his new teacher call roll. It was only first period and already Ms. Noin was sounding irritated. He didn't know why or particularly care. Glancing about he noted that neither Wufei nor Trowa were in class yet. Trowa wasn't normally late, Wufei was.
"Barton?" Noin called looking for the familiar banged boy. "Barton?"
"He's sick." Relena Darlian said from the middle of the fourth row. "The leader of my fan club's brother's girlfriend knows the boy who was with the girl, who dated the boy, that's seeing the girl that was with the girl whose sister met the boy who saw Trowa pass out at the 41 FLAVORS last night. They think it's serious."
"Thank you Relena," Noin said staring at the girl and not believing that she could say all that in one breath, much less remember it.
Heero gave a long side-glance at Relena. He wondered if Trowa was really sick or had been called away on a mission. Quatre and Duo were both in their normal seats, but Wufei hadn't arrived yet. He was still contemplating which Trowa situation was more plausible, when Sally, the school doctor, walked in. Noin looked up and noted the doctor's grim expression.
"May I speak to Quatre Winner please?" she asked. Quatre looked up from the book he'd been reading.
Sally motioned him to join her in the hall. He did. "I'm sorry I have to tell you this, "Sally began once the door had been closed behind him. "But, your father just called. Your sister died." Quatre's eyes filled with tears.
"No," he whispered. "Not my sister."
"I'm sorry." Sally repeated.
"His sister?" Lady Une said looking up warily at Zechs.
"That's what his father said." Zechs informed her, twirling a pencil in his elegant fingers. He was bored at his post and wanted out. He'd rather be in Tallgeese hunting down the Gundam pilots. Not here, anywhere but here.
"Is this boy seeing anyone?" Une asked.
"No, although he does tend to hang out with Trowa Barton and..."
"BARTON!" Lady Une exclaimed slamming her fists into the wood of her desk. "That boy has Winner wrapped up in his truant schemes, I just know it!" Suddenly the phone rang and Une had to stop mid tirade to answer it. "Hello."
"This is Mr. Winner."
"Yes, Mr. Winner?"
"As you may have heard we've had a death in the family this morning."
"Yes," Une said coolly. "So I've heard."
"I would like to pick up Quatre so that we may take care of funeral arrangements."
"Oh, I'd like to let Quatre out, but first I need to see a body."
"What?"
"If you'll just produce a corpse, I'll produce your son."
"Excuse me!" the voice over the phone exclaimed.
Zechs stared at Une and mouthed "what do you think you're doing?" Une smiled and covered the receiver.
"It's Barton. I'm going to get him this time." She smiled cruelly.
The phone on Zechs' desk came to life and he leaned over to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"This is * cough * Trowa Barton. * cough *" Zechs tried not to smile.
"Hold please." He pressed the hold button. "Oh, Lady Une. Trowa Barton on line 1 for you."
Une stopped dead in the middle of a sentence. Her face became tight as she asked Mr. Winner to hold. Slowly she pressed the blinking button on her phone.
"Hello Dean? * cough * I'm not feeling well so I was * cough * wondering if my homework could be * cough * be dropped by my home by either Duo Maxwell or Heero Yuy? Thank you." The line went silent. Une stared at line 4 that Mr. Winner was still on, waiting. She took a deep breath.
"Mr. Winner, I think I owe you an apology." She began.
"I should say so!"
"I'll have your son pulled out of class immediately."
"Have him meet me outside the school in fifteen minutes."
"Hai."
"Remember who you're dealing with 'onna'!" Wufei's disguised voice rang out. Next to him Trowa smiled.
"Trowa, Trowa Barton." Wufei smiled evilly, nodded to Trowa before continuing yelling at Une.
"Fifteen minutes outside the school. I want him there or I'll have a talk with you're superior about this incident." He slammed the phone down, then turned to Trowa. Trowa put his coat on and sighed.
"We can't pick up Quatre with your motorcycle. The Dean would never believe Mr. Winner drives that." He said at length.
"We'll just have to find a more suitable vehicle." Wufei replied. "I assume you know where to find one?" Trowa nodded.
Minutes later they were speeding off towards the large mansion on the hill. Pulling off the road, they hid the motorcycle in the brush and snuck towards the house. For such an expensive home, it wasn't guarded by either dogs or men. The security system was easily enough disabled and the two pilots stealthily made their way to the garage.
Wufei smiled as he gazed upon the collection of classic cars. His eyes lit to one in particular. "A 1961 Ferrari, GT-California. Only 100 were ever made. Very rare, very expensive."
"Very stupid of Treize to leave the garage unlocked." Trowa interrupted. Wufei licked his lips.
"I'll find the keys."
Quatre stood in front of the school waiting. Lady Une stood beside him, arms crossed. She was still suspicious and wanted to make sure it really was Mr. Winner who picked up Quatre.
Heero was on his way to class when he noticed Une and Quatre. He paused long enough to confirm that it was Quatre before moving on, but Duo's hand stopped him.
"Oi, do you think Quatre will be okay? I mean his sister just died." Duo asked leaning on his friend. Heero shrugged.
A red Ferrari pulled into the parking lot. A man in a long coat and hat sat in the driver's seat. He climbed out and motioned to Quatre.
"Quatre." The man called. Quatre looked up at Lady Une.
"My father is here. I must be going. Thank you for waiting with me." He bowed and hurried down the steps to the car. His father bent down and Quatre kissed him on the cheek. Lady Une regarded the action as some sort of custom associated with that ethnic background and dismissed it. She moved towards the doors of the school.
Quatre hopped into the car and glanced at the figure hidden under a blanket in the back.
"Hello Wufei. Comfortable?"
"No." came his irritated answer. Trowa climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. A wry smile crossed his lips briefly. The he hit the gas and the car roared away.
Duo and Heero watched the sports car vanish. Both looked at each other oddly.
"I thought Quatre's father would be taller. At least six foot." Duo commented.
"Hn." Heero replied.
"You know, Wufei still hasn't made it to class yet and if we don't get a move on, we'll be late too." Duo continued tugging on Heero's arm. The braided pilot led the other back into the building. "You know, Quatre's father was about the same height as Trowa." "Hn." Heero answered.
"So where to?" Quatre asked as they sped down the highway.
"To the city." Trowa answered. Wufei had uncovered himself and now sat staring out at the scenery.
"Let's have some fun." He said. Quatre turned around and stared at the Chinese pilot in shock. It wasn't like Wufei to say something. Duo yes, but Wufei?
Seeing the confusion in the blond boy's eyes, Wufei chuckled. "At Treize's expense." He added holding up a credit card. Quatre's eyes grew big, then he smiled. Trowa was chuckling softly in the seat next to him.
"Yes, let's have some fun!" Quatre agreed.
"Today, we're not Gundam pilots." Trowa said solemnly. Both Quatre and Wufei looked at him.
"Today we are normal boys, out to have the time of our lives!"
"Wahoo!!" Quatre yelled as Trowa stepped on the gas and the car jumped from going 55mph to 75mph. Wufei held on tight to the seat and laughed.
They drove to the downtown area and after seventeen minutes of circling around, found a fairly inexpensive parking garage. Pulling in, Trowa stopped the car as the attendant appeared. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the classic vehicle.
Quatre and Wufei climbed out as she approached. Running her hand along the curve of the hood all the way to the door, she purred as the pilots watched with dubious expressions.
"Take good care of this car." Trowa stated taking off the hat he'd used to hide all his hair while he pretended to be Mr. Winner. His bangs fell back in their appropriate place as he tossed the hat into the back seat.
"Yes, SIR!" Hilde said trying to hide the glee she felt knowing that this fine machine was now in her care. Trowa handed her the keys and the three boys exited.
"So where to first?" Trowa asked looking at his comrades.
"Let's go shopping, then maybe have some lunch." Quatre suggested. "I know of this antique store that sells remarkable swords." He began, but Wufei was already hauling him down the sidewalk.
"Let's go! Lead the way!"
"Wufei, I can't lead if you're dragging me!" Quatre protested. Trowa snickered and followed the two arguing boys.
If they had bothered to look behind them at that moment, they would have seen an overjoyed Hilde driving the Ferrari out of the garage. She paused long enough at the entrance for another girl with long pale blonde hair and forked eyebrows to hop in. Then she and Dorothy raced away hollering.
"WAHOO!"
Okay, here is part 3 of Trowa Barton's Day Off. ^_^ ::snickers::
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way shape or form. 'nuf said.
Trowa Barton's Day Off part 3
"Here, test the weight on this one." Quatre said handing Wufei another katana. Wufei took the Japanese weapon in his hands, but it didn't feel right. He put it back. He scowled at the collection of swords from all over the world that lay in front of him. For a moment he contemplated the English broad sword, but knew it would be too heavy for him.
Quatre grew bored waiting for Wufei to choose, so he fixed his attention on Trowa. The pilot was making his way past the large collection of vases and statuettes. He picked up one statuette of a lioness and her cubs. Feeling Quatre's eyes upon him, Trowa gently put it back and walked back over to him.
"Quatre?"
"Hai."
"What do say we get married?" Trowa asked. Quatre choked and Wufei pretended he hadn't heard the question.
"Now?"
"I meant after the war." Trowa stated. Wufei tried not to look embarrassed at the conversation and inched away from both Trowa and Quatre. Quatre bit his lip and prayed he wasn't turning red.
"I don't know Trowa. I mean, I hadn't thought about it. You know, I'd have to deal with Catherine. I don't really like knives being thrown at me." He said hoping he didn't sound like an idiot.
"We wouldn't have to live with her. We could find some quiet island and live out the rest of our lives happily." Trowa suggested leaning over. Wufei coughed, causing them both to look at him.
"You two can be cute and cuddly some other time. Right now I think you're embarrassing the owner." He pointed towards a very red faced and shocked looking man behind the counter. Quatre turned and headed for the far end of the store, while Trowa lingered near Wufei who was still looking at swords.
Back out on the streets after finding nothing to purchase, they headed towards a restaurant. It was the fanciest, most expensive restaurant in the entire city. Without waiting the three boys entered and asked to be seated. The concierge glared at them.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" he sneered.
"We'd like a table for three." Trowa said without flinching.
"And how do you," the man narrowed his eyes at them.
"Expect to pay?" Trowa produced Treize's credit card and handed it to the man.
"Run a credit check if you wish." Trowa told him. The man blanched as he read the name on the card.
"That won't be necessary Kushrenada-sama. We'll get you a table right away. If you'll follow me I think there is an opening near the indoor garden."
"Excellent." Trowa said without emotion.
"Well, now what?" Quatre asked after they were seated and given their menus.
"Now, we order." Trowa told him.
"Yeah, anything we want. It's all getting billed to Treize." Wufei added. He almost sounded delighted. Quatre was suddenly frightened. "The more expensive, the better."
"I wonder if lobster is in season." Trowa commented.
"Or maybe oysters on the half shell." Quatre suggested getting into the spirit of things.
"Three thousand restaurants in the city and we pick the one the Romafellar Foundation is holding their annual 'Fun-Fun' luncheon and auction." Wufei muttered as he, Trowa, and Quatre stood on the steps of the restaurant. Below them were an assortment of mostly men and a few women, milling about in fancy clothes.
They were talking and mingling, sizing on another up so as to figure out whom was worthy or not. Worthy for what, none of the boys wanted to know. Amongst the crowd, they spotted a familiar figure. Wufei snarled and clenched his hands into tight fists.
"We'll be caught for sure. Treize is down there." Wufei growled. "He'll recognize me."
"Never." Trowa snapped. He pulled sunglasses from his coat pocket and put them on. Nodding to the other two, he turned and began down the stairs. The other two pilots pulled out their own sunglasses, slipped them on and followed casually behind.
"Your Excellency, are you sure this new plan of yours will draw those infernal Gundam pilots out into the open?" a tall man with a gray mustache and beard asked. Treize nodded.
"Yes, I believe it will." He said calmly. Three shapes slithered through the crowd heading for the waiting taxis. Treize turned, they froze and tried to look inconspicuous. A second man caught Treize's attention.
"So you've surmised that they are here in this city and have set agents up at various spots?"
"Yes." The boys bolted for a taxi. Throwing open the door, they tumbled in and slammed it shut.
"GO!" ordered Trowa. The driver nodded and they drove away.
"What plan do you think Treize was talking about?" Quatre wondered aloud as he shoved Wufei off his lap. Wufei scrambled to sit up straight. Trowa tried to unhook Quatre's jacket from his own with little luck. He wondered what possessed his love to buy something with that many buttons and zippers.
"I don't know." Trowa admitted at last managing to free himself.
"I think he's trying to lure us in the open." Wufei snarled.
"We won't let that happen." Trowa told them. A sly smile crossed his face. Quatre's eyes gleamed with mischief, a look worthy of Duo. Wufei chuckled and instructed the driver where to drop them off.
Lady Une drummed her fingers on the desk. Zechs had gone out to lunch and hadn't returned. She momentarily wondered if Noin was also missing. She might even be with him. Yeah, right. They were just friends, weren't they?
She wasn't completely convinced about Quatre's innocence. She was certain he and Trowa were up to something. Of all the students at this deplorable school, Trowa was the only one she found a challenge.
He constantly slipped through her fingers. She never could catch him in the act. Slamming her hands down on her already battered desk, Une stood. Decided in her actions, she left Zechs a hasty note and walked out of her office. Two steps out she noticed Zechs coming back. His hair was slightly ruffled and he was trying to smooth it down. As she passed him, she noticed a small slightly discolored spot on his neck. "I'm going out for a while." She told him and stalked out.
"Une?" Zechs asked, but she was already halfway down the hall. "What's she up too?"
Leaving the school, she drove her car all the way to Trowa's residence. Checking the address she'd gotten from the school's computer database against the house number, she got out. This was the right house, now on to the next part of her plan. Striding up the walk, she came to a halt at the front door. Pushing the button on the intercom, she waited.
"Um.* cough * Who is it?"
"This is Ms. Une, Dean of Students. I was wondering if I could talk to you?" There was a pause.
"Er.* cough * I'm not supposed to let anyone in. * cough * I'm sorry."
"It's very important." Une insisted.
"Please, I'm really * cough * sorry. But my sister left me specific instructions. If you have anything, please just leave in on the * cough * doorstep." Une was getting irritated. She pressed the intercom button again.
"Listen, I don't have anything to deliver! I want to speak with you Trowa Barton!"
"I'm sorry. Have a nice day. * cough *" The intercom went dead. Une growled and looked about at the windows. All the curtains were drawn. Glaring at the darkened house, she pressed the intercom button again.
"Um. * cough * Who is it?"
"It's Ms. Une. I need to speak to you. NOW."
"Er. * cough *.." Suddenly Une knew that Trowa wouldn't let her in because Trowa wasn't home. It was a recording. It had to be! Her anger heightened, she began searching for a way into the house to prove that Trowa wasn't home. She didn't care if she was breaking and entering, she was an OZ soldier. They did this sort of thing all the time. Besides she couldn't stand people who didn't follow his Excellency Treize's vision. This Trowa Barton would not fit into his ideal world if he kept slacking off like this.
The backyard was fenced off. Trying the gate directly to the left of the house, Une found it locked. Not daunted, she climbed over the wooden structure. Gracefully leaping to the ground, she managed to avoid the daffodils growing directly against the fence. As she brushed herself off, Une noticed that the fence was reinforced with steal poles and chain links. From the driveway it looked like a normal wooden fence, but here in the inner sanctum of the garden the steal warned of something dangerous.
Her eyes darted around, but she saw nothing. The area was free of anything except plants. Still, Une did not relax. Instead she carefully walked down the stone path that led around to the back of the house. Instantly she froze. Something growled and she saw a shadow move towards her. Suddenly wishing she had some sort of explosive device or maybe a gun, oh why hadn't she brought her gun, Une faced the angry eyes of the guard left on duty. It bore its teeth at her and continued to growl. Deciding a hasty retreat was in order, Une ran for the fence. The lion roared and sprang after her. She barely made it over before two huge paws with claws extended, tore her.
Unfortunately her skirt wasn't as lucky and she now sported several large rips in the back.
"CURSE YOU TROWA BARTON!"
Okay, here we go again! ::grabs pom poms:: Go Trowa! Go Trowa! WAhoo!!!
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'nuf said.
Trowa Barton's Day Off Part 4
Trowa sneezed. Quatre looked up from the ancient Greek urn he'd been studying.
"Are you okay?" Trowa nodded and dug out a Kleenex from his coat pocket. Wiping his nose he turned to examine a mural on the wall behind him. After making a few stops at various places in town and doing a little shopping, the three pilots had ended up at the museum. It was having a special exhibit on artifacts from the Edo period and they all wanted to see it.
Unfortunately, the room was currently full of elementary school students on field trips, so they were in the Greek room instead.
Wufei was studying a bronze statue made during the Hellenistic period. As he tried to figure out what the Greeks saw in bearded naked men carrying spears, the elementary students came scrambling in.
Immediately they swarmed about him and started asking questions.
"Hey, mister. What is that?"
"Is that thing naked?"
"Ewww.it is!"
"Look! Do you see how many there are?"
"And they're all naked too!"
"Say mister do you like naked statues?"
"Do all Greek statues feature naked bearded men carrying spears? There are at least five in this room."
"Were all Greeks perverts?"
"Are you a pervert mister?"
Quatre and Trowa grabbed Wufei and dragged him out before he massacred the children.
"Just one, let me beat the snot out of one." Wufei pleaded. "Nobody will miss just one of those little brats."
"Wufei!" Quatre exclaimed. "I thought you didn't bother with women or children. Aren't they unworthy to fight?"
"I'm willing to make an exception." Wufei replied grinding his teeth. Trowa rolled his eyes and pushed the button the elevator.
"Let's go someplace quieter. How about the Pre-Raphaelist exhibit on the third floor?"
"That sounds good." Quatre agreed, hauling Wufei into the elevator.
"Oh, great. Paintings of nude women instead of statues of nude men. A really good change." Wufei snapped. He crossed his arms and looked perturbed.
The other two rolled their eyes and shrugged.
"It's art." Quatre told him.
"Just as long as there aren't any little kids." Wufei replied.
Hilde gunned the Ferrari passed a Firebird. Dorothy waved and blew kisses at the driver. Laughing, the two girls sped through the tunnel, emerging on the other side still lengths ahead of the Firebird.
Leaving the other car in the dust, they drove on to find a worthier opponent to race.
"I don't know about this. I mean, if Trowa is out on a mission, we shouldn't worry about him. After all, he has more than once proven he can handle himself." Duo commented as he and Heero slipped under the chain link fence that surrounded the high school. Heero didn't answer. He'd seen Lady Une drive off and over heard her secretary tell Ms. Noin that the Dean had gone to check something out. Knowing that the Dean was suspicious of Trowa already, Heero had decided it was best to eliminate any obstacles that interfered with the Gundam pilots' missions. If Trowa was caught, the others would be in danger.
Duo had insisted on coming along, which Heero was beginning to regret agreeing to as they crept into the parking lot.
"Now that we're out, how are we going to get to Trowa's? I mean its not like we can just take any car we. Oi! Heero! What do you think you're doing? Isn't that the Dean's secretary's car?"
"Hn." Heero said as he opened the door. Duo shook his head and hurried over as Heero hot-wired the car. He climbed in just as Heero got the engine started.
"Leave it to the 'perfect soldier'." Duo grumbled as he rolled down the window and leaned on the frame. His braid flapped in the breeze as they sped down the road.
They pulled into the driveway stopping just behind Lady Une's car. Amazingly they had made it in one piece, despite the fact that Heero had been driving. Climbing out, both boys kept low as they scuttled to the front door. Finding a large number of packages, flowers, and fruit baskets outside on the porch making an arch on either side of the door, they surmised that Trowa wasn't inside. Heero motioned to Duo that he was going to check the back yard. As he neared the fence Heero heard a noise.
Moving around the corner, Heero found the barely conscious form of Une on the ground. The back of her skirt was torn and her glasses had been broken. It had probably happened when she'd jumped the fence, Heero decided. But shouldn't she have been trying to get in, not out?
"Oi, Heero." Duo called. Heero left Une and walked to where Duo was. The braided pilot was peering through a small crack in the fence. "That's some security system Trowa has. I bet the Dean met up with that." Duo ducked out of the way so Heero could get a good look at the security system. The lion was pacing back and forth. It circled around a rose bush twice before flopping down in the pansies for a nap.
"That explains the rips in her skirt." Heero murmured not realizing he'd said it out loud. Duo stared at him momentarily before walking over to inspect Une. Lady Une slowly opened her eyes. She felt stiff and she wasn't sure why. Looking about her she noticed the two boys.
"Are you all right lady?" Duo asked extending a hand to help her up. Une's hair had come loose from its buns and tumbled down her shoulders.
"What am I doing here?" she asked. Both Duo and Heero looked confused.
"I was about to ask you the same question." Duo lied quickly. Une was a bit shaken and she couldn't remember what she was doing there. She knew she was supposed to be the Dean of Students at the local high school. Why on earth was she away from her post? Treize-sama wouldn't be pleased.
"I need to get back to the school immediately." She stated. Duo and Heero nodded, still not understanding.
"Of course." Duo said. Heero glared at her with his usual ferocity.
"I'm not sure what happened here, but I want to thank you for coming to my aid." Une said.
"We didn't do much." Duo confessed. Une shook her head.
"That was very kind of you. You don't even know me, yet you helped me anyway."
"Er... yeah, whatever. Anyway, you said something about getting back to school."
"Oh, yes, I better." Une looked down at her torn skirt. "I think I need to change when I get back. How on earth did that happen?" She wandered back to her car leaving the two Gundam pilots without any answers for her personality change.
"Strange." Duo muttered.
"Disassociated-identity disorder probably." Heero said.
"What?"
"Split personalities."
"Oh." Duo watched Une's car pull out of the driveway. "Now, how are we going into the house? Going in through the front door is a little too obvious, especially if her other personality reappears. And the back is out because of the big kitty." Heero smirked and began to walk back towards Zechs' car.
"Oi! Heero what are you thinking of?"
The trip to the museum had been worth it. They'd seen lots of wonderful and priceless artifacts. They'd spent money at the gift shop buying postcards, key chains, and other nifty trinkets. Quatre was still snickering over a tiny key chain that said "if you're driving through hell, don't stop" that he thought Duo would like. He'd found one that said, "quit honking, I'm reloading" that just seemed to scream Heero to him. Wufei and Trowa were attempting to ignore him without much success.
As they walked down the avenue they picked up what sounded like a band. Not a rock band, but a marching band. Curious, the three crossed the street and headed for the music. Pushing through a crowd of people, they came upon a parade. There were horses, marching bands, floats and clowns of all sorts. Quatre glanced at Trowa as several clowns passed them, but the boy didn't twitch.
"Come on, let's try to get a better view." He suggested grabbing Trowa's arm and hauling him through a mesh of people, Wufei running to catch up. Amongst all the pushing and shoving somehow Quatre lost his grip on Trowa. He managed to get clear of the crowd and stumbled out into the street. Catching himself, he looked for the other two. A moment later Wufei wriggled his way out from among a crowd of ladies wearing very short skirts and tight tops. He looked a bit frazzled.
"Have you seen Trowa?" asked Quatre. He had to yell to be heard over the din of the bagpipe band marching past. Wufei shook his head. They began scanning the crowd for the familiar banged boy.
"I don't see him!"
"Keep looking!" Quatre yelled. In the background more floats were going by. They all had different themes, including one of STAR WARS. The person with the mike was saying something, but Quatre and Wufei weren't paying attention.
"I think this next song is a classic. A classic parody that is. And it fits so well. Now if you don't mind?" Wufei paused to listen as the familiar first cords of AMERICAN PIE began. Then the person started to sing.
"A long long time ago,
In a galaxy far away.
Naboo was under an attack."
Quatre and Wufei turned as one to stare at the float that was coming down the road.
"And I thought me and Qui Gon Jin
Could talk the Federation into cutting them a little
slack." Their jaws dropped as they gawked at Trowa
standing in the front of the float doing the most
un-Trowaish thing they'd ever seen.
"But their response didn't thrill us.."
"TROWA! OH MY GOD!" Quatre screamed waving his hands in the air.
"He's gone insane." Wufei commented. Quatre ignored him. Trowa flashed a big smile and continued to sing the "Weird" Al parody.
"Trowa, get down from there!" Trowa motioned for them to come join him. Quatre refused, but Wufei suddenly snatched his coat sleeve and rushed up to the float. "Wufei stop! Have you lost your mind too?"
"No! I've decided to join him!"
"I'm doomed." Quatre cried as they reached the float. A wookie helped them onto the float. Wufei grabbed a second mike and hauled the still somewhat protesting Quatre next to Trowa in time to start the chorus. By that time the people gathered were either singing or humming along with them. Behind them, Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, the wookie and Princess Leia were doing the tango. Several Ewoks were swing dancing, and the guy dressed as Obi Wan Kenobi was doing a jig. They passed the judges' both and everyone stopped long enough to wave, then went back to what they were doing. They went through the song five times. By the fourth time, Trowa and Quatre were dancing together and so were Obi Wan and Wufei as they sang.
"I haven't had this much fun in forever!" Quatre exclaimed.
"I've NEVER had this much fun." Wufei confessed as Obi dipped him. Trowa laughed and dipped Quatre who whooped loudly and started laughing.
They eventually climbed down and after saying goodbye to the first place float of the parade, they finally checked the time. Trowa frowned.
"We might think about heading home." He said.
"So soon?" whined Quatre. "I don't want this day to end."
"We better get the car back before Treize gets home." Wufei said locking his hands behind his head. Trowa nodded.
"Oh, well. It's been fun anyway." Quatre sighed and checked to make sure the stuff they'd purchased was still in its bags. Yep, everything was still there even after their little detour on the float.
"I think the parking garage is a couple blocks down." Trowa said leading the way. The others followed him in silence.
WAaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! This is the last part of the fic. I had so much fun writing this. I want to say a big THANK YOU to all who've responded. I was a bit nervous about posting because I'm relatively new, but you all have been so nice. Thank you! ^_^ So now I give you the finale to Trowa Barton's Day Off
Disclaimer: Only the insanity is mine, everything else isn't. 'nuf said.
Trowa Barton's Day Off Part 5
Duo checked Trowa's room. Nope, he wasn't in bed, but the room had been rigged to make it appear as if he were. When he'd first opened the door, he'd heard what he'd thought was someone softly snoring. Looking at the bed, he saw what appeared to be Trowa rolling over. Then he'd actually entered the room. Duo had to admit Trowa had been very creative. First he'd made a sound file on his computer of someone snoring.
This sound file was set to run constantly and the speakers set just to the side of the bed. Then he'd rigged a dummy in his bed, pulled the covers over him and with a length of string, one bowling trophy from God knew where, hooked it to the doorknob. This way when anyone opened the door, it looked as if Trowa was in bed and was just rolling over. Heero would have to come and see the series of pulleys Trowa had used to accomplish this. Duo was impressed. The dummy even had a wig on that was styled exactly like Trowa's hair.
Leaving the room, Duo headed back down the stairs to where Heero was waiting in the kitchen.
"You should see the set up Trowa has up there. Simple, yet very effective. I bet Catherine would be fooled by it, if she came home." Duo hopped up on the counter and leaned back. "That still doesn't tell us if Trowa is out on a mission or not. Hey, Heero are you listening to me?" Duo poked Heero in the head.
Heero didn't reply, he simply pointed to the television. He'd turned it on and was watching the parade. Suddenly Duo recognized the three people standing at the front of a float singing. Duo's jaw dropped.
"Is that... ?"
Heero nodded.
Hilde breathed a sigh of relief. She'd gotten the Ferrari back just in time. The owner just walked back in. Dorothy tried to hide a smile as Hilde handed Trowa back the keys. Wufei and Quatre hopped in. As Trowa opened the drivers' door, he glanced down at the mileage. The one visible eyebrow raised. Hilde swallowed. She hadn't figured that he'd memorized the mileage on the car, she was dead.
"Did you fill the gas tank back up?" Trowa asked.
"Y... yes sir."
"Okay." Trowa sat down and closed the door. Hilde looked confused, but breathed a sigh of relief anyway. They drove away. Dorothy came over and cocked her head at Dorothy.
"What was that all about?"
"He noticed we'd taken it out for a little joy ride, but he only wanted to know if we'd refilled the gas tank."
"Really?" Dorothy said. Hilde nodded. "Strange. Come on, I just saw some guy bring in a Jaguar. Wanna take it for a test drive?" Hilde smiled broadly and followed Dorothy who grinned evilly as she approached the unsuspecting Jaguar owner.
The last thing the three Gundam pilots heard as they left the city limits was Dorothy laughing wildly as she and Hilde passed them on their way to the interstate. Quatre's eyes widened as he watched the two girls vanish.
"You don't suppose they took Treize's."
"Of course they did." Trowa said. Wufei howled with laughter and it took several minutes for him to recover. Trowa was trying hard not to smile, but couldn't help it. Quatre just shook his head at his friends and leaned against the door.
"I suppose we have to take the car back, ne?" he asked.
"Mm." Trowa answered.
"But this means our day off has come to an end." Quatre sulked.
"No completely. We still have a couple things left to do." Wufei said a wicked grin creeping across his face. Suddenly Quatre wondered what was in store next.
They pulled into Quatre's residence about twenty minutes later. They agreed to meet at Trowa's later for dinner to plot out their next "day off" and Quatre hopped out. Kissing Trowa on the lips, he whispered that he wouldn't keep him waiting long. Standing back from the car Quatre waved good bye as Trowa, with Wufei now in the passenger's seat drove off. As he turned towards the house he called out.
"I'm home! Can I borrow the car?"
Trowa and Wufei drove the car back to Treize's. Once more managed to get past security and dropped off the car. On their way out they stole into the house again, left the keys, the credit card and a bag of stuff they'd bought. Snickering, they slipped back out and went to retrieve the motorcycle still stashed in the bushes.
"We better hurry." Trowa told Wufei as he started the bike. "Catherine is due home in ten minutes. Wufei nodded and Trowa stuffed his helmet on just as Wufei took off. They peeled out of Treize's driveway and onto the main road. Gunning the bike as fast as it could go, Wufei noticed the all too familiar sight of Catherine's car turning onto the road in front of them.
"K'so." He hissed wondering if Trowa had noticed. It didn't matter, Wufei decided it was time to take a short cut.
"HANG ON!" He yelled. Trowa held on and the two cut across two lanes of traffic and onto the sidewalk. Taking a hard left, Wufei roared through somebody's front yard into the back. Trowa hung on even tighter as they climbed the stairs to a deck of another house, drove across that, down the other side, and then through the vegetable garden. Making right, they popped back out on a street only to drive about a quarter mile down and make another left into another yard. Trowa grounded his teeth as Wufei drove onto the diving board of the back yard pool of the house.
They sailed over the length of the pool landing safely on the other side. They made a right at the next house, tearing up another vegetable garden and passing past two sunbathing women. The women stared after them with shocked looks.
"We're almost there!" Wufei called back as they bore down a group of people hanging around a barbeque talking. They saw Wufei coming and leapt out of the way and rolling under the picnic table. The Chinese pilot didn't even bother apologizing as he used a folding lawn chair propped against the fence as a ramp. They sailed over the fence, landing with a jarring thud on the other side.
"Get ready!" Wufei yelled as he drove around the side of this house. A couple little kindergarten kids were playing on a wooden play set. Wufei headed for the slide. The little kids watched in awe as he flew up it, launching the motorcycle in the air. As the bike reached the apex of the jump, Trowa brought his feet up so they were tucked up as near under him as possible. The bike began to descend. Trowa let himself begin to fly off and at just the last moment placed his feet firmly on the sheet and pushed off.
The effect was that he glided backwards and landing in a tree. He quickly scaled the rest of the tree and somersaulted in through his open bedroom window.
Coming out of the somersault on his feet, Trowa pulled the dummy off his bed. Throwing off his coat so it landed on his computer chair and hit the off key for the speakers. Taking off his helmet and kicking off his shoes, he leapt into bed and pulled the covers up. Reaching behind him, he untied one string, which let the bowling trophy drop to the floor. The last of his incriminating paraphernalia away, Trowa breathed a sigh of relief and waited.
Catherine pulled into the drive. As she got out of her car she notice the large amounts of flowers, balloons, fruit baskets and other packages on the front porch. Sighing, she unlocked the front door and let herself in. It took several minutes to bring all the get well gifts inside. Finally she climbed the stairs and quietly opened Trowa's door.
"Trowa?"
"Humm?" he responded pulling back the covers from his face. He looked fine.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better." He told her. Catherine smiled.
"Are you well enough to come downstairs and get something to eat?" Trowa nodded. "For a quiet boy, you're very popular at school. You should see all the gifts people sent."
"Mmm."
School was out. Lady Une had returned to school, but didn't tell Zechs what had happened. She was missing her glasses, which meant Zechs was going to have a pleasant remainder of the day. As he headed for the staff parking lot, Zechs ran into Noin.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Not too bad. A couple of boys decided to ditch the remainder of their classes this afternoon, but other than that it was fine." She replied brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. "And you?"
"After Lady Une got back from her 'appointment', the day was much better."
"Why?"
"No glasses."
"Ahhh." Noin replied knowingly. She paused as they came to her car. Noin stopped and looked about. "Um, Zechs. Where's your car?" Zechs glanced about, but didn't see it anywhere.
"It looks like it's been stolen. I'll have to report this." He said, a slight sad tone in his voice. "I just bought it too." Noin smiled suddenly.
"Wanna lift big boy?" she asked. Zechs' eyes lit up for a moment and he smiled.
"If you're offering." Noin opened the passenger side door.
"Hop in cutey."
Quatre pulled into the drive. Catherine's car was parked in the driveway, so she was home already. He got out and headed up the walk. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, he thought he heard Wufei's voice. Curious, he opened the gate to the back yard. Walking down the path he noticed Wufei, Heero, and Duo sitting on the hood of a car. Wufei's motorcycle was leaning up against it. The lion that normally was roaming the backyard was missing.
"What is going on here?" he asked.
"We were waiting for you." Duo said. "We figured it would be better if we all went in as a group."
"How did you get the car in here and where's the lion." Quatre asked. Heero pointed to the car.
Quatre looked in through one of the windows and noticed the sleeping form of Trowa's lion.
"How did you.?"
"You don't want to know." Duo said with an over dramatic sigh. "Let's just say it was more trouble than it was worth." Quatre nodded.
"I won't even bother asking what you're doing here." He said as the three hopped off the hood and began walking towards the house.
"By the way, we saw you guys on TV." Duo commented leaning on both Wufei and Quatre. They immediately went rigid.
"Next time," Heero began. All eyes turned towards him. "We want to go too."
"I'm sure we can arrange that." Quatre said winking at Wufei. He chuckled. "Let's go talk to Trowa.
Treize stared at the kitchen counter. On it were one of his credit cards, the keys to his Ferrari and a bag of stuff. Reaching into the mint green paper bag with only a picture of a rose on the side to identify it, Treize pulled out several items. One was a bottle of lilac bubble bath. Treize paled. LILAC! Another was a bar of vanilla scented hand soap. VANILLA! The third was a bottle of melon and cucumber hand lotion.
The fourth were two bottles of citrus scented shampoo and conditioner. Treize nearly fainted. Finally there were several envelops, which enclosed the following receipts: 1 million dollar donation to the Federation Soldiers' Retirement Fund, 1.5 million dollar donation to the Federation Orphans and Widows' Fund, and a 2,000 dollar gift certificate made out to him for a store called Erotica.
Treize calmly put everything back in the bag, walked towards his room, shut the door, locked it, took three deep cleansing breaths and screamed.
About a week later Treize was still recovering from the 'gifts' and the near hear attack he'd had when he saw his Ferrari. He still hadn't been able to get all the bright yellow happy face stickers off yet, not to mention the bumper stickers that read "I want to be Barbie©, that bitch has everything" and "ha, ha Scotty, now beam me down my clothes". Suddenly Lady Une walked into his office.
"Treize-sama."
"Yes?"
"I came to report that someone got past your upgraded security system."
"And?"
"Your custom made Ford Explorer with the suede interior, reclining seats, cup holders, six disc CD changer, cruise control, A/C, and all the little rose scented car fresheners is missing."
"Not again." Treize whispered dropping his head into his hands. "Cancel my credit cards, please."
The End
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