| Ch. 3 � The Fun Begins Quatre sighed as he snuggled into the warm bed that was in the center of the glorious room. He didn�t know how the others got here, but he didn�t care. He was too tired to ask, and he was confident that Trowa had taken care of everything. �Trowa�� he mumbled, half asleep. Quatre was so exhausted he didn�t hear the click of his door, as it opened then closed. He never even heard the pillow next to him get pulled up over his head. It wasn�t until the soft cushion was over his head did he realize someone was in his room. �Mph!� Quatre tried to scream as his airway was sealed. He struggled to push the pillow off his face, harder and harder as he ran out of air. He was tossing and kicking, but the pillow would still not come off. At that moment, a voice was heard, saying, �That�s enough. He�s one of the weaker ones, remember?� Quatre was dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and his vision was clouded with hundred of dots. That voice�it�s so familiar� Quatre recognized. However, his injured state allowed him to do nothing other than roll his eyes back and black out. Wufei sat on the bed with his sword in hand, glaring at the entire room. He hated it. It screamed danger. Still, his tired mind prevented him from thinking of what to do. So he decided to sit on his bed and wait. Wait. �I wish I could ask you for assistance, Nataku. But I do not want to disturb you in your eternal rest.� He sighed as his mind wandered to his past. He promised himself he would let go of his deceased wife Nataku, also known as Meilan. Perhaps it was the name resemblance with Beilan that gave him the creeps earlier� At that second, Heero entered his room, but had the blade of Wufei�s sword to his throat before he could blink. Wufei still amazed The Perfect Soldier after so many years, but Heero kept his cool as Wufei lowered the blade. �What are you doing in here? Most people knock,� Wufei scowled. �It concerns those women. And the nuclear warheads.� Wufei frowned, then gestured Heero to the coffee table and chairs near his bed. Heero sat down and turned to Wufei, who sat across from him. �I accessed a satellite only minutes ago, to try and pin-point where we are. According to my calculations, we�re right on the bombs.� Wufei�s eyes widened, then narrowed with suspicion. �Right on the bombs? But why didn�t we detect anything with the equipment in the van?� �I�m not sure, but I am sure about our location. Now, about the women of this home�� �I don�t like them.� �Hn, neither do I. They seem too willing to allow people in, especially when people enter with weapons.� Wufei nodded and stared at the ground in thought. �This is not the time to be hiding thoughts, Wufei.� Wufei looked up and realized he couldn�t hide anything from Heero. �Hinori seemed to be expecting us. And far too calm and orderly. The way she picked the keys off the rack�it was as if she had already plotted this out in her mind.� Heero quietly huffed in response, then said, �I�m going to go over this with Trowa. I suggest you keep that sword close.� �Hn, that suggestion was unnecessary. Heero, why did you come to me first?� Heero, who had gotten up and moved to the door, turned and said, �Because that girl Beilan has her eyes set on you.� On to part 4 |