Part Six

The cop's jeeps slowly pulled to a stop, and Midii got out, only to walk over to another group of jeeps. These were filled with *her* army, which she had created herself. One of the men walked forward, and handed her a uniform freshly cleaned.
She sent off the cops and set to work.
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Quatre sipped from the bottle of Iria's favorite drink before leaning back to stare at his companion.
"...Then you got Gentle Redtails, they're about two-thousand a shot,"the boy was roasting marshmallows, Quatre forgot where exactly he had gotten them,"I figure I lost about fifteen thousand in that crash."
"Wow,"Quatre sighed, his vision slightly going out of focus.
"You know what,"the blond watched as the other boy pulled out the magazine and started going through the pages.
"What?"
"I don't even know your name."
"You never asked."
Quatre smiled.
"Excuse me beautiful,"he saw the other boy blush slightly,"I'd really like to know--"
"Barton. Trowa T. Barton," was the boy's reply, and Quatre's smile turned into a grin.
"What's the T stand fo--"
"Oh damn it the Doobie Brothers broke up! Shit, when did that happen,"Trowa searched the magazine for a date.
"How long have you been down here?"
"Forever,"Trowa sighed, tossing aside the magazine.
"Were you always into birds?"
"No, I was never interested in them,"the brown haired boy took a sip from the bottle, "Birds just seemed like a quick way to get what I wanted."
"What is it you want?"
Trowa glanced over at Quatre, before reaching over to grab another package,"Well I think I'm gonna throw another kilo on the fire--"
"Oh no please,"Quatre closed his eyes to keep his balance,"I'm getting dizzy. So, what is it you want? I'd really like to know."
Trowa hesitated for a moment, before sighing.
"Came down here about a year and ago on a coffee boat..Man what a job that was. But I couldn't get over that ocean you know? I love the ocean. You just got to get out there all by yourself, it's beautiful. So I have to make some money, buy a boat, and then I'm going to sail around the world."
"All by yourself?"
Trowa looked over at the blond, before looking down and nodding.
"Sounds awful lonely Trowa. T. Barton,"the blond looked down too, not noticing the lonely look his companion sent his way.
"So,"Quatre looked up, trying to change the subject,"What does the 'T' stand for?"
Trowa's eyes locked with his, and Quatre could slowly feel himself drowning.
"Trustworthy."
The brunette smiled, and the blond smiled back. Trowa then turned to grab a blanket, and when he did Quatre passed out, his head falling into a pile of cargo.
"Well I'll tell you, one hell of a morning has turned into a bitch of a day," Trowa joked, blinking when he turned and saw Quatre. He shook his head, carefully putting the blanket over the blond, and he ran a hand over that smooth forehead. He hesitated, before pushing the boy's flaxen bangs off of his forehead and planting a soft kiss on it.
"Sweet dreams little one,"he said softly, before pulling out the map and looking it over. He stared at a picture of a large black tree with a devil standing next to it.
"Al Tenidor el diablo,"Trowa murmured, before looking over at the sleeping angel, "Devil's fork."
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In the back seat of her small, white car, wearing a sleeping mask, was a slumbering Hilde. She awoke to hear cars passing by, and took off her mask to see what was going on. She shoved aside Quatre's romance novel as well, which was on her stomach.
Hilde watched as the jeeps sped down the road, men standing up in them to hold onto the machine guns attached to the top.
"Midii,"was all she could say, as the German girl jumped into the front seat to start her search again.
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Trowa and Quatre walked side by side as they walked through the quiet town, looking around at the different animals they passed. A man stood in a doorway as they walked by, blowing smoke out of his mouth.
"Friendly aren't they?" Quatre whispered as his eyes darted around nervously.
"Drug dealers. Just try to look mean,"Trowa advised as he saw two men walking in their direction.
"Buenos dias,"the brown haired boy smiled, only to be shoved aside by one of the men. He glanced over his shoulder to see five men following them, silently watching.
They then passed by a man who was carving something with a long, very scary looking knife. He got up and joined in on the following too.
"Gringo," the man said,"Gringo!"
Both boys froze, and looked over their shoulders.
"Shit," Trowa quietly cursed,"I *knew* I should've listened to my sister."
Quatre heard him clicking something on his gun, and winced.
"Ah,"he turned around to the men,"Um, hello, gentlemen. We would like to know if you have a car,"the blond made motions with his hand as if he was steering,"Car?"
One man stepped forward, and Quatre instinctively stepped back. The blond tried to pull together his shirt, and frowned at the man.
"Only one car in town,"the man said slowly, his English not very good,"Bellmaker."
Quatre smiled, and pointed to the bellmaker's house,"The Bellmaker. Thankyou."
The blond and brunette turned then, and ran off to the house.
"Bellmaker my ass,"the green eyed boy murmured,"He was probably the one that plane was headed to."
"You mean he's a drug deal--"
"Shhhh,"Trowa clamped a hand over Quatre's mouth. The blond nodded and he removed his hand. They slowly climbed up the small steps to the house the Bellmaker lived in, and Trowa stepped up to the door.
"All right, let me do the talking," the brunette said and Quatre nodded. Trowa then rang the bell next to the doors and knocked on them.
A little square in the door that was eye level with them swung open, and they could see violet eyes and nose.
"Hola amigo--"
"What do you want gringo?" the bellmaker snapped, and Trowa forced a smile.
"Oh you speak English, that's great! Um, we heard you had a car, and we want to rent or buy it, we need to get to a town..."
"What do you call this I'm living in, a pig sty?" the bellmaker retorted, glaring at them.
"No, this is lovely..."Quatre watched Trowa talk to the man and inwardly put a hand over his face and gave a 'd'oh'.
"Hit the road,"the bellmaker said.
"Amigo--"
"Hit the road!" a silver pistol was stuck out of the panel and into Trowa's face.
"Adios 'Amigos',"the bellmaker laughed, and the two boys turned to see the five men they had been followed by pull guns out on them too.
"All right Quatre Winner," Trowa muttered,"Write us out of this one."
"Quatre Winner?" the bellmaker asked, and Quatre turned around to look at him,"*The* Quatre Winner?"
The large wooden doors opened, and a boy with a long chestnut braid appeared, in a Hawaiian shirt and white shorts, sunglasses on his head.
"You're Quatre Winner the novelist?"he asked, and Quatre nodded.
"Yes, yes I am."
Suddenly a large grin broke out on the Bellmaker's face.
"I read all your books! You're my favorite writer!" he laughed, and he said something to the other men. They suddenly gasped, and then grinned too.
"Adios amigo!" they all smile and waved happily, before running off.
"Come in! Come in!" the boy invited them in, grabbing Quatre's arm and almost dragging him.
The boy shut the main doors and kept whispering to himself,"Quatre Winner!"
"It's so awesome to meet you!" the boy continued,"I'm a big fan! I own all your books! Welcome to my humble abode!"
Quatre nodded to him, and watched as the bellmaker opened another pair of doors, showing a courtyard with a fountain in the center and a cobblestone floor.
"Oh, I haven't introduced myself!" the boy laughed more,"I'm Duo Maxwell!" he looked back at Trowa,"Get the door will you?"
Trowa looked on in disbelief before trudging back to the doors and shutting them.
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The jeeps pulled into the town, and out of the first one hopped Midii, complete in knee high black boots, forest green army jacket, with matching jodhpurs and hat.
She casually walked over to an old woman skinning corn.
"Buenos dias,"she said cheerfully, but the woman ignored her.
"Gringos?" she asked, annoyed,"Americanos?"
The woman's grandson walked out of their house to see Midii grab the woman by her wrist and throw the basket of corn onto the road, yelling,"Gringos! Americanos!" and the woman replying,"No! No!"
The boy timidly ran off down the street, scared to death, and he made sure to grab his llama on the way.
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