Enemies, or? - Part 9 by Maaya
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Hilde walked around in the circus-place for a while
and watched how fire-eaters and acrobats practiced and how clowns
did the last changes in their make-ups or just put on a mask to cover
their faces. She was half-expecting someone to come up to her and
say this was forbidden place, but to her surprise; no one did.
Just as the girl was on her way to try to find her friend again,
she found herself in front of a great, white horse, decorated with
fancy jewels and fabric in different colours. Unable to help herself,
she jumped in surprise, scaring the horse and making it’s occupant
– a youth with light brown hair in strange hair-cut who stood
up on the back, managing to step wrong and fall, catching himself
with a hand on the ground.
“Damn!” He swore and flexed the wrist carefully, only
to wince in pain. “Damn!”
Hilde watched him nervously, only a step away from him. “Oh
my God, I’m so sorry, I’m clumsy, I know. Are you okay?”
Her tendency to babble during stress showed.
“I’m. . .” The boy flexed the wrist again and forced
the words out from between clenched teeth.
“You sure?”
“Trowa!”
Hilde looked up at the scream and saw a girl, with curly brown hair
and blue eyes come towards them, holding two knives between her long
fingers. Hilde moved backwards instinctively waved with her hands
in different directions.
“What happened, are you okay? What are *you* doing here?”
The last words seemed directed to Hilde, who took another step backwards.
“Um, just a visitor. . .” She rambled quickly. “I
think I managed to scare his horse. I’m sorry, really.”
The brown-haired girl glared at Hilde before dropping her knives
and falling to her knees beside the boy. “Trowa, are you hurt?”
Then, directed at Hilde. “You are not supposed to be here. Go
away!”
Hilde turned to go, but before she had come far, she heard the girl
tell the boy:
“You are *not* doing your number today!”
She walked away quickly to find Heero and Duo, sighing to herself.
//Why am I always so much trouble? Now, where did I recognize
that guy from?// She stopped and snickered. //Of course!
From Q’s description of that gorgeous guy! Damn, this is going
to be fun!//
Now with a wide grin in her face, she continued her walk to find
Quatre and Duo.
*******
The dark-haired girl found her friends outside the big tent, and
they greeted each other cheerfully. They slid down to sit in the dry
grass and relax until they found a ticket agent. People had started
to arrive in crowds and it weren’t small ones.
“Duo, can I pick my bet now?” She asked smugly.
“Sure.” The braided boy took a note pat from one of his
pockets and magically found a pencil in his other. “What do
you say?”
“Actually, I don’t think he’ll be out there at
all.” Hilde kept up a thoughtful façade as she spoke,
but inwardly, she hid snorts of laughter.
“Uh-humm.” Duo scribbled down her name and then ‘nothing’
on a line behind it. “Are you sure?”
“Of course!”
“Do you think it is possible?” Quatre looked genuinely
worried. “He’ll surely be there, won’t he?”
“Can’t be too sure, Q. How did he look anyway?”
The blonde boy got something dreamy in his clear, blue eyes. “Light
brown hair. . . strange but sexy haircut that hid one green eye, gorgeous
body . . .” He trailed off and looked up before Hilde could
completely wipe the grin away from her face. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing!” But inwardly, she was laughing madly.
“Well, what does the winner get?”
Both boys in her company shrugged uncertainly.
“It depends; maybe there won’t be a winner. . .”
“Well, but if there is? Come on Quatre, you said you would
come up with something!”
As the blonde boy just shrugged again, Hilde continued. “I
have a suggestion, if you’re interested. . .”
Duo sat up from the lying position he had been in, and looked at
his friend with ruffled bangs covering his eyes. “Out with it!”
“Well, I thought that. . .” The girl paused to give more
effect to her words. “. . . that the winner could order the
losers to do one thing each.”
“Like a dare, you mean?”
“No, not just a dare.” She leaned forwards to rest her
hand on her knees, smirking while doing so. Quatre could have sworn
he saw something devilish in that one smirk. “You *have* to
do what the winner tells you! Agreed?”
“Cool.”
Quatre took a second look at the smirk but it seemed harmless now.
He only hesitated for a second. “Accepted.”
*******
“The plan is this.” Wufei paused briefly, glanced at
Meiran and Dorothy who walked some yards ahead of him and Heero, and
then continued his whispering constructions. “We’ll disappear
as soon as we’ve entered the circus place. Getting caught has
no excuse.”
“What about Meiran?”
The Chinese boy snorted softly, so that the girls wouldn’t
hear him, and then glared at his friend. “She has Dorothy with
her – she’ll be all right. Who in their right mind would
ever go up against her?”
Heero shrugged faintly. “Don’t know.” He thought
for a while. “Did you say that Maxwell was coming here?”
“Winner said so.” Wufei said and stared at the smirk
that was forming on his friends lips. “Nataku, you’re
starting to enjoy it. . .”
“Who said that?”
“Your smirk did.”
“Come on now, you tough guys!” Meiran had soaked her
words in sarcasm before letting them past her lips. “Jeez, why
am I stuck with those two?” She muttered to Dorothy.
“Admit that you like him.”
“I. Do. Not. Like. Him!” The black-haired girl glared.
“Why does everyone keep saying it?”
“Well, the fact that you’re constantly at each others
throat is an example.” The blonde drawled. “And that you
always try to find excuses for being with him is not to look down
upon either.”
“That’s ridiculous! We’re fighting because we dislike
each other – isn’t that the only reason for doing it?”
Her friend coughed something that sounded suspiciously like ‘Love
does always start with a quarrel.’ and smirked at the indignant
look in her friends face.
Meiran turned around to find her husband and let him join the argument,
but found him being gone. “. . . Wufei?”
*******
“Damn, what is he doing here?” Duo glared at where he
saw a well-known, brown head together with its eternal black follower
in the crowd entering the tent. He stood up to see better and yes,
it was who he thought it was. Damn! But even as he spoke the practiced
line, he felt a grin form on his lips. “Wouldn’t it be
great if we could make him bet too?”
Hilde snorted. “Yeah, sure – so you’d loose and
be forced to do whatever embarrassing thing he can come up with?”
“I’m not planning to loose.”
The girl snorted again and went back to stare at the stage.
*******
TBC
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