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The G-Boys: Back to School Special!

Part 2: Look-Alikes

“Something very strange is going on here.” Quatre sighed, gazing out the window. The sun shone brilliantly on his golden hair. Down below, girls dropped their jaws and began to stare.

“Oh, great. So what’re we gonna do without Heero?” Duo asked. He lay smack dab in the middle of Quatre’s expansive bed, but could barely be seen because the cushioning was soooo incredibly soft. He was sunk nearly halfway to the floor.

In a corner, looking for all the world like a little nanny, Trowa sat, one leg crossed over the other and sewing. After that one sewing class, he had appeared to take a real liking for the subject. Now, he could barely be seen anywhere without carrying a bright yellow sewing box filled with spools and needles galore. He was humming quietly to himself.

“Well, we will do what we have always done. Attend classes and get good grades.” Wufei’s inner scholar had finally been released. He was sitting on one of Quatre’s chairs and was, unsurprisingly, reading a book. He had on his reading glasses that either made him look ultra good, or made him look like a total nerd, depending. Of course, no one had the guts to say anything to him.

From the bed, Duo rolled his eyes. Easy for him to say. Duo was failing nearly all his courses, with the exception of P.E. and, surprise surprise, Physics. After that one incident with his radio transmitter, he had quickly risen to become the Physics teacher’s pet. Whatever his name was. He still hadn’t found his transmitter though….

“At any rate….” Quatre turned from the window. Down below, girls sighed and continued on their way. “There is nothing that we can do but be on our sharpest lookout for anything unusual. Something is going on at this school of ‘pacifism’, and I am determined to see to the bottom of it.”

After receiving news that Heero had blown up the chemistry lab and, ultimately, himself (although, being Heero, he had failed, though he was in critical condition), the G-boys held an emergency meeting in Quatre’s room. Heero wouldn’t TRY to blow himself to bits for nothing. Although being forced to be contained in a pink building everyday would probably do something to someone sooner or later. Heero was just the first to go.

Quatre wondered when their own times would be up, then mentally slapped himself. Don’t think about such things! Quatre cleared his throat, then prepared to give his friends the breakthrough news. “I have also discovered that….”

“ALL STUDENTS PLEASE FILE TO THE SCHOOL GYMNASIUM TO ATTEND THE ANNUAL ‘RELENA’S SCHOOL OF PACIFISM’ WELCOMING ASSEMBLY.”

The P.A. systems in the hallway roared with life, then became silent. Outside Quatre’s room, students ran and yelled on their way to the assembly hall; any chance to skip classes!

Duo “whoo-hooed!” and leapt off the bed. Wufei frowned, then followed suit, bringing his book with him. Trowa quickly and efficiently packed up his sewing, then continued to the door. Before he left, though, he slowly turned around and looked back at the forever-worried Quatre.

Trowa had a strange sparkle in his eye. For the first time in awhile, Quatre saw Trowa give him a genuine smile. Then it quickly vanished as Trowa was pulled around the corner by Duo.

Quatre shook his head. Ever since Trowa had taken up sewing, he had undergone a drastic transformation. Although he wasn’t as gloomy anymore, he also tended to talk a lot less. Even for him. Another thing for Quatre to worry about.

Walking to his door, Quatre took one last look back at the only safe haven that he knew, then let himself be dragged along with the rushing crowd.

There was a riot in the school gymnasium. Students were jam-packed on the bleachers, chatting and giggling with their friends.

Sitting in a center row, Duo saw Quatre enter the gymnasium, looking a little lost. He wandered around aimlessly, too shy to sit with the girls yet unwelcome among the boys. Duo let loose a shrill whistle.

Looking up, Quatre smiled at Duo gratefully and picked his way up the bleachers. “Excuse me,” he said politely. “Excuse me.” He was getting nowhere.

Getting fed up, Duo got up and barged his way down, grabbed Quatre’s arm, and dragged him back to where Wufei and Trowa were already sitting. They stepped on none too many hands along the way, Duo zooming through while Quatre gave apologies while he still had time.

They plonked down in their seats. Wufei totally ignored them. As for Trowa, he had placed his sewing box lovingly beside him. People around him courteously gave way. His sewing kit was becoming a regular.

Unbeknownst to the entire school body, Relena quietly walked onto the stage.

Then she tripped. It was around that time that everyone decided to look at the stage. Everyone started laughing, but one Relena-glare vanquished them all. Having all those glaring contests with Duo really helped.

“Greetings, all,” the now-famous Relena said. She was getting into speech mode. Duo half-expected Relena to start ranting about how the gundams would save them all. He giggled.

Relena paused half-speech and, locating Duo among the thousands of heads, gave him a withering glare. Duo quickly ducked his head. He felt as if a bullet was boring through the top of it, signed with Relena’s wishes of instant death.

Relena flowered her welcoming speech with hopeful promises while also maintaining the school of Pacifism’s strict disciplinary expectations. She had these students on a leash. And Duo absolutely detested it.

Duo nudged Quatre, to try to chat him up, but was promptly shushed. He then turned to Wufei, but Wufei had whipped out a little pocket notebook and was rapidly writing down notes in his spidery handwriting that only he could understand. Yes, he expected to get tested on this material.

Duo sighed. He was surrounded by overachievers! What was with the world these days? He looked down and started picking at the pink ribbon on his uniform, trying to make it fray at the edges. But it seemed a daunting task. Even the ribbon was made of the finest material, saving students from having to replace them. This sucked! Was everything perfect in this place?

“And now, may I present to you our new principal….” Quatre poked Duo, forcing him to look up, just in time to see…

“TREIZE KHUSHRENADA!” Duo exclaimed, and three pairs of hands, a.k.a. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei quickly clamped above Duo’s mouth but too late. The principal, a Mr. Khushrenada glanced their way and smiled. He gave a little wave in their direction.

Quatre was sweating bullets. Duo was getting déjà vu (Re: D-Day, the tale of Quatre’s dentist), and inadvertently tongued the gap in his teeth. Wufei had stopped taking notes and was simply staring. He had snapped his pen. Trowa hid behind his hair and clenched his fists.

The man named Khushrenada politely took Relena’s place at the mic. “Thank you, Relena. And lucky guess on my name there…” Duo turned red. “…You were not far off the mark. My name is Trey Khushrenada, and I am duly honoured to be your new principal for the upcoming school year.” People around him clapped and cheered. What a charming principal! Young too.

“I wish to make this school the best among all private schools, and I believe that, with your enthusiasm and help, we will make the vision of Relena’s School of Pacifism a true reality.”

Duo couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Treize? Pacifism? They just didn’t mix. What was going on?

Mr. Khushrenada’s speech was about a hundred times better than Relena’s, and the students really warmed up to him. This is what Treize’s manipulative speeches were all about.

“Anyone who has any suggestions as to how we can improve the school is welcome to drop by my office in the central wing beneath the dome. As I am relatively new here, I would truly enjoy meeting all of you and to hear what you have to say. Remember, you are what makes this school of pacifism unique and exceptional.” As Mr. Khushrenada said this, he gazed across the rows of students, as if speaking to each and every one of them. It was a wondrous feeling, and Duo nearly got entranced himself. Man, this guy was good!

The man named Khushrenada saluted and walked off the stage. He was also wearing a pink uniform, but he had a flowing white cape that trailed along after him. Just like the real Treize. Just like Treize.

Duo stared after him, then quickly snapped out of it. What were they waiting for? They had work to do!

Duo turned to his friends and started yammering. “What was that all about? Did any of you guys have any idea? Does that Relena even know? Can we even trust Relena anymore (not that I, personally, have in the first place)? What is going on?”

Beside him, Quatre quietly ahem-ed. Around them, people were starting to leave, now that the assembly was over. “Actually….” Quatre glanced at where Mr. Khushrenada was sitting and regally waving at students. He seemed to be very good at it. Quatre expected students to run up to him for autographs any moment. “I saw his name printed on an official plaque, but I just wasn’t sure. I’m actually not sure now. How do we have proof that he is…” and his voice dropped low, “…Treize? Treize is already dead. He died about two years ago. In fact, it was exactly on this day….”

Quatre paused, and everyone around him shivered. Treize Khushrenada was one thing, but Treize Khushrenada’s ghost was another matter altogether.

“Well, poltergeist or not, that man has got to go,” and Duo stood up, pointing directly at said man.

Right at that moment, as if harbouring a sixth sense, Mr. Khushrenada looked over at them, then turned to the teacher sitting beside him and started whispering to him, looking back and forth and glancing their way. Duo was not very good at being discreet.

“Oh, look. Now you’ve done it,” Wufei exclaimed, instantly switching from scholar to fighter mode. “He is going to have his minions watching over us. Worse yet, they may give us bad grades.” Wufei huffed and crossed his arms. Apparently, the scholar in Wufei refused to let go. To his friends, this made a very weird spectacle.

“I think it would be wise to leave the auditorium now,” Trowa murmured quietly.

Everyone stared at Trowa for a moment, then quickly nodded, Wufei chucking his useless pen among the stands below. It hit a girl on the head and she said “Ouch!”, but by the time she looked up to see who threw it, the four boys were already gone.

It was break time. Trowa, Duo, Wufei, and Quatre had taken a seat on a bench beneath the shade. They were watching a quick game of soccer on the wide green fields. The school of pacifism was actually a pretty nice place, if one took the time to take in its sprawling expanse.

Watching over everything was the infamous dome that stood at the hub of the entire boarding school. In it was Relena’s office, some higher administrators’ rooms and, ultimately, the room of principal Khushrenada. The dome looked equally pretty, yet powerful at the same time. Duo wondered which room belonged to Treize’s.

Yes, Treize’s. He still believed that Mr. Khushrenada and Treize were one and the same. Despite Quatre’s previous doubts, Duo had evidence: he had seen him with his very own eyes, gosh darn it!

Everyone seemed to be listless. Trowa had stopped sewing, for once, and was looking a little depressed, more like the way he used to be. Quatre was looking up into the sky at a pretty bird. Wufei still remained an anomaly, one minute looking disdainfully at the minimal skills of the soccer players, another minute conscientiously studying his notes.

Only Duo remained unchanged. Whether or not that was a blessing remained to be seen.

“That’s it!” Duo cried, slamming his hand on the benchtop. “We can’t just sit here doing nothing. I’m tired of being dragged around by people. First Relena and this stupid school, then the teachers, then Treize. I’m going to talk to Heero to hear what he thinks about this!” With that, he got off the bench and headed in the general direction of the infirmaries.

Quatre called after him. “But Heero is currently in a coma-like state. He can’t possibly here you, much less reply.”

“So?” Duo stormed off. Duo liked talking! And even if Heero couldn’t reply, it’s not like it made much difference anyway. Heero always gave him cryptic answers even when fully awake.

Quatre sighed, and let Duo continue on. It would be good for Duo to let off steam.

Quatre looked around at his friends. At least he was the only person who could do it right now.

Duo slithered along the nice marble hallway. He had passed by several nice nurses on the way, and they reminded him of the nuns that used to assist him at church. He smiled. Except for these retarded boots.

Duo’s boots squeeked like there was no tomorrow. SQUEEK, there goes another one. SQUEEK, there goes the other one. SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK…

“Shhhh!” someone whispered. Duo whipped around, braid flying. It accidentally knocked over a tray of scalpels.

“Ack!” Duo made the most horrendous racket as the tray clanged to the floor. Scalpels wizzed passed, and people walking by quickly dodged.

Duo had fallen, and now tried to get back up, but his confounded boots failed him.

“Allow me,” someone said politely.

Duo looked up…right into the eyes of Zechs.

  Quatre and Wufei were walking down yet another well-lit hallway. This one was full of students rushing off to classes.

Quatre and Wufei happened to share the same class: history. They both had a great dislike for it. Being born on colonies, the history of Earth wasn’t exactly their forte. 

Quatre discreetly whipped out his radio transmitter. It had been going wonka since the very first day of school. Actually, going wonka only when he attempted to contact Duo. For some reason, something was always wrong with his line. 

Wufei and Quatre entered the classroom and took seats at adjacent desks. Even though Quatre and Wufei rarely spoke to one another, they always found a need to be in close proximity because...

“Colony Boy,” Quatre heard someone sneer. Quatre turned around, but he could not identify who it was. He sighed.

…because, as much as he hated to admit it, the people of Earth can be pretty cruel. In the colonies, everyone was really courteous and friendly because they had to depend on one another to survive. On Earth, however….

Quatre made some observations in his electronic journal:

Earth people are generally more heavyset, most likely due to the gravity that is pulling them down.

Colony people are generally taller and more slender, because they live in freespace.

However, I cannot tell the difference.

That seems sufficient for now, Quatre noted, and put his journal away. He then took out a gold-coiled notebook that his nanny gave to him before he left the colony. It had ‘Quatre Raberba Winner’ inscribed on the cover. This was his book for taking notes; History only.

Unlike Quatre, Wufei scribbled his notes everywhere. He did not have the benefit of owning several well-organized coil notebooks, so had to make do with bits and pieces of paper. Which were not dated or titled, so anyone looking at his notes would only see fragments of Universal Geography mixed up with Psychology mixed up with etc….

Someone threw a wad of paper at Quatre. It popped cutely off the top of his head. However, Quatre was not amused. Someone tried to throw one at Wufei, too, but he happened to be ducking down at the time. He seemed completely unaware.

Am I the only one who notices these things? Quatre asked himself. Quatre turned around again, but the faces he could see seemed inscrutable. Which was just as well, since classes were beginning to start.

The person throwing material decided that Quatre was too easy a target. He or she decided to switch to Wufei.

The tormentor wound up, and….

  Duo blinked. The person who looked exactly like Zechs blinked back. They blinked back and forth at one another. Finally….

“Do you need help?” The Zechs-clone asked.

“Yeah,” Duo replied, his quick mind kicking in. “Do you know someone named Heero Yuy?”

“Heero Yuy…” the Zechs surmised. Duo watched out for some signal that would give Zechs away. This school was becoming weirder and weirder.

“Ah, yes. I do,” Mr. Zechs said. Duo’s eyes widened. So it really was him! “He is one of my patients.”

Duo did a double-take. “Since when did YOU become a doctor?”

The white-haired man looked confused. “I have been a doctor since I entered med-school six years ago.”

This time, it was Duo’s turn to look confused. “Is your name Zechs?” he tried.

The Zechs-clone looked at him oddly, then laughed. It was a hearty, jolly laugh that made heads turn and smile. “No, but you are fairly close. My name is Mechs. Pleased to meet you.” He held out his hand.

Duo shook it. “Duo Maxwell,” he said, then quickly stifled his voice before he could blurt out ‘God of Death’. Now was not the time to act James Bond.

“Are you a friend of Heero’s?” Mechs asked.

“Yeah, I was just gonna visit him and see how he’s doing.”

“Great,” Mechs said. “I am actually on my way to check up on Heero Yuy myself. Care to join me?”

Duo frowned. Why would Zechs…no, Mechs…ah, what the heck, Duo was getting a headache. “Sure,” he said wearily.

“Then please follow me.”

Mechs the doctor led Duo through an archway and they walked down the halls in silence. Besides the fact that practically every door had ‘Please Keep Quiet’ signs everywhere. But anyway…

Mechs paused and opened a door. “He’s in here,” he said quietly.

Duo cautiously poked his head in. What the…why was it so dark?

Ah, no, it’s a trap!

Then Mechs flicked the light on and Duo stumbled inside. And there was Heero Yuy, lying in a hospital bed.

Duo sighed audibly and looked around. Finally, a place that wasn’t pink. Mechs hefted his clipboard and walked to the foot of the bed. “Feel free to look around,” he told Duo.

Duo went straight to the head of the bed and glanced down. Yups, that looked like Heero, alright. He was wearing one of those puffy hospital gowns that made him look like an upside-down white tulip bulb. Talk about Kodak moment.

Duo giggled, then took a seat beside Heero. Mechs seemed occupied at the moment. Duo took one of Heero’s hand in his and looked at him earnestly.

“Heero. Can you hear me?”

Heero’s corpse-like body showed no response. It was kind of hard to tell, because even awake, Heero still looked like a corpse.

Duo tried again. “Heero,” he said a little louder.

No response.

Then, “Relena is rifling through your underwear drawer again. 

A twitch of the eyebrow. Then Heero squeezed Duo’s hand so hard that Duo nearly fainted. “Ack! I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

Mechs looked up from where he was standing and held a finger to his lips. Yes, Duo will be quiet.

Duo looked sadly down at his comrade. “Do you think I could be alone for several minutes?” Duo asked.

Mechs looked fondly down at Duo. “Why, certainly.” Mechs graciously walked out the door.

As soon as Mechs closed the door, Duo ditched the solemn act and started jumping up and down. “You know what, Heero? Today….”

  Mechs looked down at his watch. He had gone to get some coffee, then had come back to the room of Heero Yuy, and his odd but loveable friend Duo. Ten minutes had passed, and he deemed it was enough time for the friends to reunite.

Mechs returned to Heero’s room but the boy, Duo, was gone. Mechs continued his analysis of the other young man who got blasted in that horrid chemistry accident, then walked to the door to leave.

He paused. On Heero’s night table, a crinkled note taped to the drawer with a mini bat sticker was attached to the sideboard. He ripped it off. It said:

Hey Meks

Thanx fer takin care uv Heero. Mebbe we shud hang out sumtime.

Duo

Mechs read the note and laughed. He tucked the note in his jacket pocket. What a strange boy.

  Wufei scratched his nose with the rubber of his pencil. He was getting pins and needles at the back of his head, but he had to concentrate. Let’s see…165 A.D., the Reform….

Something flew past his head. A wad of paper. Wufei reached down to pick it up, and another wad of paper flew past. What the…why were people littering? 

Wufei unfurled the piece of crinkled paper, expecting to see something inside. If it was indeed garbage….

It was blank. Wufei became confused. Why would people waste such a perfectly good piece of paper?

Wufei turned around, to see if anyone would claim it; no one did.

Wufei shrugged. If no one else wanted to have it….

Wufei started scribbling down notes on his new free piece of crinkled paper. More flew past and Wufei deftly caught them, proceeded to unfurl them, and add them to his growing stack. At the end of class, he should thank whoever.

Why was that Quatre kid smiling at him? Wufei raised an eyebrow and frowned, which was his questioning look. Quatre simply looked away and continued writing.

Hmmm…perhaps history class is not so bad, Wufei thought to himself. Unbeknownst to him, Quatre was thinking the exact same thing.

“So, how was Heero?” Quatre asked. It was nighttime of the same day and everyone was gathered in Quatre’s room again. Crickets were chirping pleasantly outside the window.

Everyone was lounged in various positions on the luxurious couches. Quatre’s room was a veritable suite. He still remained dodgy though, when they asked him how he had obtained it. Oh well, at least he was willing to share.

“The same,” Duo replied. Which was as close to the truth as anyone could get. He sighed and sank into Quatre’s mattress again.

“And how was your day?” Quatre asked Trowa.

Trowa smiled for about a microsecond, but then it disappeared. Everyone blinked, wondering if something was wrong with their vision. “The same,” he replied. No one ventured to ask what that meant.

Ten minutes later, everyone was gathered around Quatre’s radio transmitter. For some reason, it was making really weird noises. It had been doing that all day.

Quatre turned the frequency to try to lower the noise level. He was determined to glean something out of this day.

“By the way, Duo,” Quatre said, “I want to take a look at your transmitter. I think it needs a little fixing.”

Duo pointed to his nose. “Me? I, uh….”

Everyone stared at him.

Duo broke under the intense scrutiny. “I lost it.”

“What?” Wufei barked.

Quatre said, “You do understand that someone, with the correct amount of knowledge, could potentially turn that transmitter into a weapon. We are privy to a great amount of secret information and trust by owning these devices and you simply…lost it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“You…,” Quatre began, but then his transmitter started acting up again. Everyone actually heard a little growl coming from that blond head.

Wufei berated him, becoming suspicious. “Has that got anything to do with the time you contacted me during Physical Education?” Wufei had an uncanny sense for sniffing out the implausible.

“No…,” Duo began. “Well, yes….”

“That was a week ago.”

“I couldn’t help it! Someone snatched it away from me. These Earth people are crazy, I tell you.”

He couldn’t go on further, because a voice came floating freely from Quatre’s transmitter. Everyone paused and turned to look at it. Then the voice finally registered.

It was the principal, Mr. Khushrenada.

“What does he want?” Wufei asked.

But Mr. Khushrenada didn’t appear to be talking to them. Rather, he was addressing someone else. In other words: they were eavesdropping.

“Oh, my gosh. This is so bad,” Quatre said, then reached to turn it off, but everyone snagged it back. Quatre watched as his friends did exactly what they were told NOT to do. Listen in on private conversations.

Quatre sighed and locked himself in the bathroom.

Trowa, Wufei, and Duo were absolutely riveted. “This is so cool!” Duo said, but was quickly hushed by Trowa. Who knew whether the other end could hear them?

Treize…no, Trey appeared to be addressing someone. Him and the other person were talking about someone else. The other person was female.

“Oh, God,” Duo said. A dawn of recognition. “It’s Relena.”

Trowa wrinkled his nose. Duo wasn’t sure if it was in distaste or because a fly happened to come buzzing in. Maybe both.

Relena was laughing. “Oh, you make me laugh, Trey.”

Trey said something else. Relena giggled. “Oh, that’s just Duo. He….”

Then there was interference. Everyone gawked as Duo stood up and screamed at the transmitter. “What did I do? What did I do?”

Trowa gingerly reached over and turned a knob. The conversation magically came back.

“So, you say there are four of them?” Treize.

“Actually, five. But Heero’s in the infirmary right now. After that horrible chemistry accident….” Relena sniffed loudly.

“Thank you,” Relena said. It was assumed that Treize handed her a kerchief. She blew her nose loudly, and Wufei nearly keeled over, so close was his ear to the speakers. He would have nightmares with that sound in it for nights.

"Anyway, as I was saying, Heero is..."

 And then she went on this long tirade about each and every moment that Heero rescued her, and about his past history…then about the other boys’ past histories.

 "What is this girl doing?” Duo asked in disbelief. “Is she evil or is she just being stupid?”

 “I am beginning to believe your second theory may be correct,” Wufei said, wiggling a finger in his broken eardrum. “However….”

 The door to the bathroom finally opened. Quatre was humming to himself, a towel around his waist and a towel-turban on his head. He looked up. “You guys are STILL here?”

 Trowa got up and wisely propelled Quatre back into the bathroom. “Shave,” he said.

 “But…”

 SLAM!

 “You were saying?” Trowa said.

 Wufei didn’t miss a cue. “However, if Relena is indeed plotting with Khurshrenada, then that puts us in a very dangerous position indeed. And with Heero so easily fallen in the hospital, then it would only be a matter of time before whoever it is decides to pick us off one by one. Just like that,” he demonstrated visually as he reached over with his thumb and smooshed that annoying fly.

 If Quatre was out here, he would have gasped. As he was not, there was just a really ugly stain on his carpet.

 Duo grabbed one of Quatre’s numerous Arabic pillows and conveniently placed it over the spot. “But, why?” he asked. “Why this? Why now? Or is going to this school just an elaborate setup to get rid of us all?” Now Duo was getting paranoid. He started biting his fingernails. He did NOT want to die in a school.

 Trowa coolly blew his bangs out of his eyes. “Not likely. Relena has shown no hostilities towards Heero, thus far. She merely wants to get rid of us.” He said it like they were having an early morning conversation over a cup of tea.

 “Us?” Duo asked. “What did WE ever do?”

Trowa began counting on his long fingers. “You stole her food, you hit her with a coconut, you ditched her while surfing, you insulted her bangs….” (Re: Harmony’s fanfiction)

“Me? Then what about you?”

Trowa stared at him blankly.

“Okay, I get the point.” Duo sighed in resignation. “I’m sure we each insulted her at one point. Now, what?”

“We do nothing,” Wufei said. “As much as I hate to say it, we have no hard evidence against Relena Peacecraft or Khushrenada as of yet.”

“As of yet…” Duo surmised. Little devil horns were beginning to pop out of his head.

“What dishonourable thing are you plotting now?” Wufei asked, arms crossed.

“Nothing,” Duo said. “I just need a little information.” Duo hefted the transmitter. “Tell Quatre I’ll be borrowing this,” he said, then quickly scooted out of the room.

“Coward,” Wufei said. Then left as well.

Trowa went up to the bathroom door and knocked on it. “Are you finished shaving now?”

“You know I don’t shave!” Quatre cried, rushing out. A Quatre with facial hair is just horrifying.

Quatre looked around. “Good. They have left. You had better leave too. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

Trowa shrugged and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Quatre went over to his pillows and sat down. For some reason, he felt so tired. He rolled over.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Quatre’s scream could be heard from three floors down.

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End Part 2