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| Disclaimer: I don�t own any gundam stuff in any way, shape or form. Warning: Suprise Trowa crumpled the paper in his hand, then smoothed it back out to re-read it. Biting his lip he looked up into the serious ice-blue eyes in front of him. The note read: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, and Chang Wufei: You must show up at 500 East Main St. before 7:00 PM today if you ever want to see Quatre Winner alive again. �Do the others know about it?� Trowa asked with a slight tremor in his voice. �Yes. They�re all waiting outside for us. We don�t have much time to get out there.� Heero suddenly turned on his heel, walking out towards a large red van full of Gundam pilots. Throwing on his jacket, Trowa quickly followed him out into the chill night air. �Here�s the plan. We spread out and search the house until we find where they have Quatre. When you find him, hit the button on this watch.� Duo ordered, handing out a watch to each of them. �Everyone got it?� At the affirmative nods, they all exited the van and spread out. Trowa quickly found himself alone, quietly stalking through the empty halls of the large mansion. Suddenly he saw a soft light seeping out from underneath the door to what looked like a grand ballroom. Pulling out his gun, he slowly inched the door open, as he entered the room, suddenly bright lights flared to life all around him. �Surprise!! Happy Birthday!!!� a crowd roared into his stunned face. Duo suddenly was beside him, pulling the gun out of his numb fingers. �I knew this was the only way to get you to your own party.� Duo smirked, and led him to a seat up near the raised platform in the front of the room. Trowa was bombarded with food, presents, and affection. He�d never been so shocked in his life. �But where�s Quatre?� Trowa asked, his voice trailing off as Quatre stepped out from behind the curtain, onto the platform, a microphone in his hand. �Happy birthday to you�happy birthday to you� Quatre sang, slowly making his way towards Trowa. �Happy birthday Dear Trowa�.Happy birthday to you. � Quatre ended by planting a kiss on the stunned Trowa�s nose, eliciting a round of applause from everyone. As Trowa stared, Quatre sat beside him. �So, do you like your party?� He asked innocently. �Just wait until your birthday.� Trowa threatened, as he pulled Quatre to him and kissed him soundly. |
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