It was a boring day at the preventers� headquarters by Duo Maxwell�s standards. They had Preventers meetings. Early morning Preventers meetings. Une was lecturing about upcoming peace conferences. Wufei was screaming she was a stupid onna who didn�t know what she was talking about. Une continued completely undaunted. Trowa and Quatre were holding hands underneath the table under the belief that no one noticed. Everyone did. Noin was trying to hold Zechs� hand and Zechs was scooting away so she couldn�t, almost ending up in Sally Po�s lap in the process. Duo was considering holding Heero�s hand, but thought better of it considering that Heero had no idea he felt that way about him and Duo was in no mood for death threats that morning.

But as with all boring, completely normal days, the day quickly took a turn at moderately interesting and headed straight for weird when two fur balls bounced into the room. One was white with a yellow cresant moon on its forehead. The other was black with the same symbol upon its forehead.

�Aw! Cute! Cats!� Quatre exclaimed hopping out of his chair forgetting about letting go of Trowa�s hand and pulling along with him. Meanwhile the two fur balls, er, cats, had hopped up into the two nearest laps- Duo and Heero�s.

All eyes turned to Heero waiting to see the white fur ball go flying through the air. This of course didn�t happen. Heero was a soldier, not a kitty killer.

The two cats hopped from Heero and Duo�s laps onto the table and were looking at the former Gundam pilots with almost human comprehension. �Artemis, it�s them,� the black one stated creating a bit of a panic.

�That cat can talk!� Duo shrieked. �Talk cat! The God of Death commands you!�

�Baka,� Heero muttered.

�How can a cat talk?� Quatre asked, having retreated back to his original seat, Trowa in tow. �Well, we�re not normal cats,� the white one explained. �You see we are the guardians of the sailor scouts and you are the chosen ones.�

�WHAT?!�