Demon of Justice Chapter 21
"But I AM Right!"
As soon as I feel well enough to pound you, you're toast.
MEL: I said I
CHRISTY: Don't care. You're still toast.
MEL: I made
CHRISTY: ...Okay, you're bread.
*blink*blink* I suppose that's an improvement.
DUO: Yeah, you're
just gonna be pounded, baked and sliced, not toasted!
MEL: Shaddup and
get me a cuppa tea.
DUO: *sigh* Yes, Mel.
okay, Duo, I've got it.
[He walks in carrying a tray with tea, coffee,
hot lemon drinks, little nibbly snacks, and a single rose in a bud vase. Duo
DUO: Hoo boy. Quatre's in 'Mother Mode' again!
(setting things out on the coffee table) Are you sure you're warm enough?
Comfortable? Would you like another rug? Something different to eat? Aspirin?
Throat lozenges? I could run you a bath...
MEL: Oh, thank you!
You're so good to us when we're sick. Unlike some people.
glares at Duo, then picks up her tea.]
CHRISTY: Yeah, you're the best
Gundam pilot to have around. *sigh* Makes me feel kind of guilty about
inflicting Relena on you in this chapter.
[Quatre freezes in mid-motion,
then starts picking things up and putting them back on the tray.]
her tea mug is grabbed out of her hand): Hey! Quatre, no, really, we aren't
inflicting her on you in a bad way!
CHRISTY: Honest! She's not
Psycho Killer Relena!
MEL (mutters): Just Psycho Shopping Relena... (out
loud) Trust us, Quatre, it won't be bad! Have we ever lied to
QUATRE: No. You prefer to tell us straight out when you're going to
do something horrible, then watch us squirm.
MEL: Exactly! So--
CHRISTY: He's got a point, Mel.
MEL (distracted): Which one?
The one where we tell them straight out, or the one where we like watching them
MEL: True, true. Please may I have my tea
back, Quatre? And the little macaroony thingies?
QUATRE: You swear
that you aren't making Relena plot cruel and unusual mayhem against
MEL & CHRISTY (hands on hearts): Evil Onnas' Honour. We
QUATRE: Well... all right, then... [He puts everything
DUO: Do Evil Onnas even have honour?
twisted, and a little atrophied, but it's there. Kinda like Krashnark's, only
DUO: ...I don't think I really needed that much
MEL: Tough. Anyway, before we have a relapse, or Quatre
reconsiders and takes our home comforts away again, on with the
DEMON OF JUSTICE
I AM Right!'
Quatre folded his mobile
phone closed and tucked it into his pocket, a relieved smile on his face. "That
was Heero. The surgery went well and Duo's awake; apparently he had some sort of
reaction to the anaesthetic, but it's been taken care of and he's
"That's good," Trowa said simply, walking past him with a stack of
boxes balanced in his arms. "Could you get the door?"
"That's all you're
going to say?" Quatre asked wryly. "'That's good'?"
Trowa paused, looking
up at the ceiling and nodding thoughtfully as he considered. "Short... to the
point... true... yes, that's about it. Door?"
"I realise you're not an
overly demonstrative person, Trowa," the blond pilot sighed, "and I like
the fact that you don't go over the top about the least little thing, but once
in a while--"
Trowa dropped the boxes on the table, spun around and
grabbed Quatre, pulling him close and kissing him passionately; then he pulled
back half an inch, gazing into startled blue eyes. "Yippee," he murmured,
deadpan. "Now will you open the door?"
"...I think I'll go and
open the door for you," Quatre said eventually, blinking. "Yes. Um. All
"Thank you," Trowa chuckled softly, releasing him and
picking the boxes up again.
"Whew. Perhaps I should try to get you to be
more demonstrative more often!"
"Don't I kiss you enough?"
didn't say that!" Laughing, Quatre opened the front door, revealing Relena
walking up to it.
"Good... good morning, Trowa, Quatre," Relena said
hesitantly, looking down at her hands. "Is Hee... ah... are Duo and Heero
She's looking for both of them, not just Heero? "Actually,
Relena, they're at the hospital," Quatre said without thinking, then winced
inwardly. Oh, great. We're still supposed to be in hiding! It's bad enough
having her come visit us here, but if she marches over to the hospital,
it's sure to be noticed--
"Oh!" Relena's hand flew to her mouth, and
for a moment she looked as if she was about to cry. "Is it Duo's knee? Is he all
"He's fine! He had to have surgery to fix a ligament, but he'll
be fine," Quatre assured her, now thoroughly confused.
all right, Relena?" Trowa asked quietly, putting the boxes down again. "You seem
"I'm fine," she said quickly, then wavered. "Well... I
will be. I really do need to talk to Duo, though; do you know if he's allowed
Trowa shook his head. "His surgery was this morning, so
only immediate family are allowed today. Heero got in by force of
Relena winced slightly. "I was hoping to get this over with
before I lost my nerve," she muttered, barely audible, then managed a shaky
smile. "It's good that someone's with him. Nobody should be alone when
they're not well... You're, um, moving?" she asked, changing the
"Well, Duo's going to be on crutches for a while, with his leg
in a brace, and this house isn't really suitable--" Quatre started.
"Um... there's really no need..."
"I mean it," she said
seriously. "I really would like to help. There must be something I can
Quatre looked helplessly at Trowa, and got back a nearly invisible
shrug along with an 'I don't know, what do you think?' sort of expression.
"We're not taking much more than personal possessions," he said slowly, reaching
into his pocket. "We're going to need to get furniture, and Duo made a list of
what he'd like. If you give me the receipts, I'll pay you back," he added
quickly, holding out the crumpled note.
"I can do that!" Relena had a
relieved smile on her face as she took the paper and smoothed it out, quickly
skimming the short list. "Where should I have it delivered? And what sort of
cover story are you using? Are you going to be living under different names? I
should know, in case somebody asks questions."
Only Quatre's long
experience at functioning smoothly in tense situations, no matter what surprises
turned up, allowed him to keep talking instead of gaping wordlessly. Relena
has never cared what our cover story was! he thought incredulously,
as part of him, operating on autopilot, told her their new address and watched
her write it down. She's marched into schools and businesses and asked for us
by our real names so many times, it's amazing she hasn't gotten us killed yet...
actually, it's more amazing that OZ never caught on. If they'd just assigned a
squad to follow her around, we would have had a serious
"Duo's records at the hospital are under his real name, and
he'll have to go there fairly frequently for a while, so he can't use an assumed
name. Trowa and Heero aren't well known, so they should be all right, and even
if I'm recognised it should just lend colour to our cover story." He quickly
filled her in on the 'rich kids taking a year off' story that he'd come up with,
and she smiled.
"That should work," she agreed. "What about Duo's
"We tell the truth," Trowa shrugged. "He fell down some stairs.
Duo won't lie, but if he just refuses to say anything more and the rest of us
imply it happened at a ski lodge, people will think he's too embarrassed to talk
"I've got it," Relena nodded, looking at the list again. "I
should get going. Thank you for letting me help." She started to turn away, then
"I need to apologise," she said quickly,
forcing herself to meet their eyes. "To Duo and Heero most of all, but to you,
too, for the way I've behaved ever since we met. I've chased Heero like a, a
groupie, and I've ignored the rest of you except when I thought I could
use you to get closer to Heero, and I'm sorry. I won't be doing that anymore."
She dipped in a sort of half-curtsy and walked away before they could respond,
her back slightly straighter than before.
As she walked back to where
Pargan waited with the limousine, she read the note again. Scrawled in Duo's
exuberant handwriting, messy but readable, it was short and to the
'Large bed, thick FIRM mattress, lotsa pillows
bookshelf, desk, dresser
bowl chair or whatever it's
"Where to now, Miss Relena?" Pargan asked, holding
the door open for her.
"This address first, then a good furniture and
homewares store," she told him, settling into her seat and handing him the new
safehouse's address. "We have a mission,
Quatre and Trowa watched the limousine pull
away, then turned slowly to each other.
"Trowa... do you have any
idea whatsoever what that was about?" Quatre asked.
"No. Unless she stuck
her finger into a light socket and jump-started a previously unused portion of
her brain, that is," Trowa added. "She's never seemed to have any awareness of
the possible consequences of what she does as a private person before. As a
politician, yes, but that's never carried over into her personal
"She feels incredibly guilty about something," Quatre said
positively. "Every time Duo's name came up, she flinched. But what could she
possibly have done to Duo that would make her feel that bad?"
forget that she seems to be giving up on Heero, too... unless that little
apology just means she's going to be chasing him with consideration for other
people's feelings now."
"Does that mean she's going to become a
conscientious stalker?" Quatre suppressed a giggle, starting to see the
funny side. "Normally, I would have been reluctant to give her our new address,
but if she is going to pay attention to our cover story, having her turn
up can only help our impersonation of spoiled rich kids."
"And you were
so startled by her new attitude that you didn't think of not telling
her," Trowa said bluntly.
"Ye--esss... it was a bit of a shock, to say
"Let's just hope this doesn't backfire on us." Quatre raised
a questioning eyebrow at Trowa and the taller pilot elaborated. "Imagine Duo's
reaction if he gets out of the hospital only to find that everything in his new
room is pink."
* * * * *
I would be the first to agree with you, Sir Uthmar," Gunnar said politely,
"however, I'm sure there must be an alternate explanation for Sir Vaijon's
current behaviour. An Almerhas of Almerhas, after all, does not stoop to such a
plebian occupation as sulking."
"What would you say he's doing,
Uthmar's second-in-command seemed to consider the question for a
moment, scratching thoughtfully at his chin through his beard. "Hmmm...
brooding, perhaps?" he suggested. "Cogitating? Ruminating, even?"
evils of the world, no doubt," Karthan put in sarcastically, "one of which is
the fact that he has been disciplined for arguing with lesser beings-- a dwarf
and a peasant-- who have unaccountably been placed in command over him. His one
hope is that Torframos will eventually realise what a monumental mistake he made
when he elevated such unworthy mortals to the lofty stature of Champion, and
will replace them with a more deserving specimen."
"Would you two mind
not doing that?" Arwen asked plaintively. "I'm starting to feel
The object of their 'discussion' was currently acting as a
forward scout, ahead of the main column with a small party of foot soldiers. He
wasn't in charge of the party, which would probably have reconciled him to the
situation; no, his job was to periodically ride back until he was in sight of
the main group and signal to let them know that the scouts hadn't run into
anything hostile yet. It wasn't a particularly prestigious job, carrying little
danger and less responsibility, and every time he rode into sight, his stiff,
offended posture and curt gestures made his displeasure clear.
if I assigned him that duty simply because he was available and it needed to be
done," Arwen muttered bitterly, "he'd be acting like an uncomplaining martyr,
surrounded by an aura of noble self-sacrifice as he diligently performed a duty
that's so obviously beneath him. --Hells, I'm doing it now, but it's
true! If he's assigned a task that's 'beneath his station', he does it, but he
radiates well-bred tolerance and patience so hard that I want to kick his
immaculately tailored ass! He can recite the Order's precepts perfectly,
including the one that says your birth means nothing once you join, but part of
him is still convinced that the only reason he hasn't been raised to the high
rank he was bred for is because the commanders of the Order haven't yet noticed
the shining glow of nobility in his eyes!"
"Coming out of his backside,
you mean," Uthmar said blandly, and Arwen lost the breath he was drawing in to
continue his rant in a startled guffaw of laughter.
"Whoo!" he gasped,
wiping at his tearing eyes. "I needed that. Thanks."
"Has anyone ever
just come out and told him where he's going wrong?" Karthan asked
"Sir Terrian did," Arwen sighed, still
"Obviously, it didn't work."
"Well, I wasn't there, but
from what Sir Terrian said when he assigned Vaijon to me, I gather the
knight-probationer was rather offended by the implied slight to his honour." The
human Champion shrugged. "Apparently, he honestly believes that his attitudes
are not elitist, and he doesn't treat low-born members of the
Order differently from the noble-born members."
"He's blind," Karthan
"Totally," Uthmar agreed, nodding.
"You said you
thought exposure to Prince Wufei might rattle a little sense into him," Arwen
said hopefully, glancing sideways to where Nataku was pacing along beside the
column, carrying Naiya and Terrin carefully in one enormous hand. "Do you think
he might have an idea or two on how to deal with him?"
could answer, Gunnar snorted derisively. "Trust me, Sir Arwen; Wufei's got far
more important things on his mind right now than one human idiot who wasn't
spanked enough as a child!"
He was right. Wufei wasn't
thinking of Sir Vaijon at all; he was far more occupied with the fact that he
now had to deal with two Dark Gods that were out to get him, one way or
One wants to kill me, and the other wants to subvert me,
he thought morosely, watching the passing scenery without really seeing it. I
think I'm more worried about the second one! People have been trying to kill me
for the last couple of years, so it's not too surprising that I'm used to it by
now... and given that it has to have been very clear that I'm not
interested in serving him, the fact that Krashnark hasn't given up
Wufei stiffened in his chair, hands clenching on
Nataku's controls, and a faint yelp was picked up by the external microphones as
the Gundam wobbled slightly. "Get the hell out of my head!"
thought you called me,*= Krashnark 'said' in surprisingly calm, reasonable
tones. =*While you're deciding whether or not to become my Champion, I have
to be available to you at any time to answer whatever questions occur to you.
Thinking or speaking my name will attract my attention.*=
that you would have taken the hint when I tried to stab you," Wufei growled,
glaring upwards. Although the mental voice didn't seem to come from any
particular direction, 'up' seemed an appropriate place to focus on. "No. I don't
want to. Now leave me alone!"
=*But you haven't had time to gather
enough information to base a reasoned decision on,*= the god argued.
=*You don't have a full understanding of what you're turning down, so I
cannot accept your refusal yet.*=
"Would you say that if I'd said
A deep, rich chuckle. =*Probably not, I have to
"Then the argument is invalid," Wufei snapped. "If you won't
apply a restriction to your own desires, you can't honourably apply it to
people who disagree with you." There was no immediate reply, and he pressed on.
"I know enough about you to know what I want. You're the god of ambitious
=*...I see that you've been taking the opportunity to
talk to your companions. Now that you can,*= Krashnark added
"I didn't ask for your gift, so don't try to get points for
giving it to me! I don't want to lead a war of conquest. If you were a god of--
of justified war, or something like that, I might be interested. You're not. I'm
not. Go away."
=*No. If you could just see your soul the way I do,
you'd understand. It's a clear jewel-green, burning hot and bright,*=
Krashnark told him, 'voice' softening, =*with a spark of my own crimson in
the heart of it. You are my destined Champion, whether you want to admit
it or not. It only remains for you to pick up my sword.*=
"Red and green," Wufei said coldly,
"clash. I'm still saying 'no'!"
=*Red and green look just fine
together on your machine-armour.*=
"I didn't choose the colour
scheme, and there’s hardly any green anyway!" He grimaced irritably, rubbing at
his forehead. "There's no point in actually arguing with you, is there? You're
going to ignore any justification for refusing you I can come up with, and keep
coming back until I say 'yes', aren't you?"
Krashnark said complacently. =*Yes is, after all, the right
"You're just like Relena," Wufei muttered in a disgruntled
voice. "Incapable of understanding any fact that doesn't fit in with what
There was an almost tactile 'feel' of a puzzled frown.
=*Who is this Relena?*=
Smiling sourly, Wufei concentrated,
bringing up his memories of Relena's most irritating moments and focusing on
them. "Since you seem to be eavesdropping on my thoughts anyway, here; take a
=*I was not eavesdropping! I merely know when you focus
on my... name...*= The mental 'voice' trailed off, radiating first shock,
then offended pride and anger. =*I am not like that!*=
you're acting!" Wufei shouted. "Neither of you will take 'no' for an
=*She doesn't even notice it!*=
won't believe I'm serious!"
=*You just don't
"That's exactly what I'm talking about! You're both so
certain that you're right, everyone who disagrees with you in any way is
automatically wrong, and you can't even see how patronising and insulting that
attitude is! Give me credit for a little intelligence, at least, and a
will of my own!"
=*But I am right,*= Krashnark
Wufei threw up his hands in exasperation. "I refuse to
continue this conversation. You're obviously incapable of rational thought on
the subject. Go away."
=*Very well. I'll talk to you again,
"I wish you wouldn't," Wufei grumbled, but somehow he could
tell he was alone again. He sat and fumed in silence for a few minutes, then
abruptly snorted. "Well," he muttered, "one good thing came out of that, at
least. I'm not scared of him any more."
And if I ever get to see Yui
again, I will never, ever, be unsympathetic about his problem with
Occupied by imagining Heero vainly trying to hide from a
ten-foot tall Relena (who was mysteriously dressed in Krashnark's clothes and
kept melting into Krashnark with Relena's hairstyle), Wufei piloted Nataku along
beside the column, watching the morning sun rise higher over the Spinewall's
* * * * *
Quatre tapped gently on the door to Duo's room
and peered around it, smiling. "Duo? How are you this morning? We would have
come to see you yesterday, but we didn't finish moving things until after
visiting hours were over, and-- what are you doing out of bed
"Getting measured for custom crutches!" Duo said happily,
balancing on one leg with Heero supporting him from behind. "Come on in, guys,
and have a look at the catalogue. Some of the style selections are way
"Okay, try this," a man said, passing a pair of adjustable forearm
crutches to Duo from his seated position on the floor. "See how the length
"Pretty good," Duo said judiciously, shifting his weight onto the
crutches as Heero carefully let go. "Maybe a little long?"
"Move around a
bit," the man told him, watching critically as Duo swung himself across the
floor. Behind them, Quatre and Trowa carefully edged into the room, ending up
beside Dr. Modi, who nodded cheerfully and passed them a slim, glossy
"Your technique is pretty good," the man on the floor said
abruptly as Duo turned to come back, "but you've got the crutches too close to
your body. Try taking a wider stance, more braced; it's a lot more
"I catch the ends on things when I do that," Duo
"That's why you slow down and take a little more care when
you're in confined quarters! You're not trying to win a race, you
"Wanna bet?" Duo did try the wider stance, though, and grudgingly
admitted it was more comfortable.
"Less likely to whack yourself in the
knee with your own crutch, too," the man grinned, waiting until Heero was
supporting Duo again before taking the crutches back and quickly noting down the
measurements marked by each of the adjustment points. "Okay, you're fitted and
we've got your colour and pattern choice; we'll get your crutches to you before
the good Doctor lets you out of bed again! See ya!"
"See ya, Steve!" Duo
called, carefully swinging his legs up onto the bed and settling
"Before I leave you with your friends, Duo, just a couple of quick
questions, please," Dr. Modi said, stepping forward and probing gently at the
skin around Duo's bandages. "Colour is good, yes, no unusual heat or swelling,
excellent... Is the knee giving you any pain?"
"Aah, it's fine," the
braided teen said dismissively, and the doctor fixed him with a stern
"Allow me to make myself clear. I did not ask if it was bothering
you; I am well aware that you and your friends are unnaturally indifferent to
"You've been talking to Sally," Trowa said dryly.
At this point, you should be feeling some pain, and if you tell me you
are not I will have to start worrying about nerve damage. Now. Does it
"Yes," Duo admitted, rolling his eyes.
"Excellent! Does it
"Even better. I will see you this
afternoon for your knee-bending attempt. Try not to upset any more nurses'
notions of the way patients are supposed to behave before then, please.
"Any more?" Trowa asked, amused, as the door swung shut
behind the doctor.
"There have been a couple of incidents," Heero said
blandly. "Apparently, patients are not supposed to send their friends out for
pizza at seven AM because they don't like the available breakfast
"Reconstituted powdered scrambled eggs," Duo muttered, making a
face. "On soggy toast. Yuck. You wouldn't feed it to a dog, because if you
tried, it would bite you."
"Well then, I'm sure this will be appreciated
at least as much as the more traditional offerings of fruit and flowers," Quatre
said, pulling a couple of takeaway bags out of his backpack as Trowa produced a
milkshake out of his. "I was positive someone would smell the onion, but we
weren't stopped." He started to unpack the contents onto Duo's meal table, then
hesitated. "Ah... I have one 'mother hen' comment to make, Duo, and then
I promise I'll be good and not fuss. I hope they're giving you some sort of
painkillers for your knee!"
Duo grinned wickedly. "Well, they
"That was the other incident," Heero explained. "Patients
are also supposed to whine and moan and beg for pain medication, it seems, not
cheerfully refuse because they've 'had worse and never bothered
"You've got to admit, Heero, the look on her face was
"Horrified, I would have said," Heero mused, face
deadpan, but with a glitter of humour in his eyes.
As Duo started in on
the burgers, Quatre settled into the visitor's chair next to the bed and Trowa
pulled Heero aside and handed him a small duffel bag. "If you're going to be
staying with him until he gets out, I figured you'd need a few more clothes and
things," Trowa said quietly. "How is he?"
Heero winced slightly, dropping
the bag on top of the low cot that had been brought in for him to sleep on.
Normally used to let a parent stay with a young child without taking up another
patient bed, this one had just quietly appeared after Dr. Modi had seen Heero
settling in the chair for the night. "As far as being in hospital goes, he's all
right," he said quietly, dropping his voice until it was barely audible over
Quatre's as the blond teen started filling Duo in on everything he'd missed.
"Once he found out that the doctor was going to back him up on anything he wants
to do or not do that doesn't endanger his health, he relaxed a lot. But... he
didn't sleep well last night. I think he was dreaming about Wufei. He kept
saying 'look out', over and over."
"There's not much we can do about
that," Trowa replied sympathetically, just as quietly.
"I know that. I
just wish... it seems like he blames himself for what happened, and he
shouldn't." Heero muttered. "Hell, I'm the one the damn thing was aiming
"Don't you start, too," Trowa groaned softly. "At this
rate, we're all going to end up with guilt complexes. Can we just agree to blame
OZ and leave it at that?"
Before Heero could answer, they were
interrupted by Duo nearly choking on a mouthful of hamburger. "She did
what?!" he sputtered, staring incredulously at Quatre.
apologised," he repeated, spreading his hands and shrugging.
You've got to hear this," Duo insisted, waving him over.
After the full
tale of Relena's strange behaviour the day before had been told, Duo sat back
against his pillows, scratching his head.
"Something is very wrong here.
She asked about me, seemed worried about me, and apologised for
the way she's been behaving? Oh, and she also wanted to help us maintain
cover, not to mention volunteering to shop-- again, for me, the person
she ignores whenever possible."
"Yes," Trowa said calmly, and Quatre
nodded. "We thought it was weird, too."
"It's beyond weird!" Duo
exclaimed. "I'm starting to think pod person here! --Oh, and just to let you
guys know, if all my stuff turns out to be pink, I may kill her. Did you check
the back of her neck?"
"...What?" Quatre blinked,
"That's how you tell if someone's a pod person. They're
attached at the back of the neck while they're growing in those big bean pods,
and it leaves a mark."
"I'm just saying it fits the
observed facts! She's either a pod person or a badly programmed clone," Duo
insisted. "Relena Dorlian-Peacecraft, Queen of the World, does not
express sincere concern, or ask to talk to me. She's real good at worrying about
the problems of people she's never met, but when it comes down to individuals
she knows personally, her Friend-To-The-World act tends to slip."
know is that's what she did and said," Quatre sighed, then checked his watch.
"And speaking of Relena, she called me just before we got here to say that
things were going to be delivered at about eleven, but she can't be at the house
to let them in because she'll be stuck in meetings."
"Not that she'd be
able to let them in anyway, since we didn't give her keys," Trowa
"So, we need to get going," Quatre stood up and leaned over to
hug Duo. "I promise, if it's pink, we'll send it back!"
"See you, guys.
Let me know how it goes!" Duo waved, Heero nodded, Trowa snitched a french fry
and waved it in a vague gesture of farewell, and then they were gone.
took a drink of his milkshake, staring into space as he thought, and then turned
to Heero with a smirk on his face. "Actually, it's got a great ring to it, don't
you think? 'Relena the Pod Princess'."
"Catchy," Heero agreed,
MEL (snickering): 'Pod Princess'. I
HEERO: You would.
CHRISTY: Hee-chan, don't tell me
you don't like it?
HEERO: Hn. ...It is a good designation
for versions of Relena I don't want to kill.
DUO: Please tell me
she isn't going to fixate on me now!
MEL: Okay. She's not going to fixate
on you now.
DUO: Do you mean that?
Now I've got that to worry about, and I'm still jumping at shadows waiting for
those assassins to show up!
CHRISTY: Oh, yeah... nearly forgot about
MEL (snickering): I believe the word you're looking
for is 'ooops', Duo honey.
WUFEI: Duo... please think before you say
things like that in front of the onnas. And assassins are nothing compared to
what I have to deal with! I'm stuck with Krashnark--
WUFEI: --the godly equivalent of non-Pod Princess Relena.
KRASHNARK: I am not!
DUO: Whoa, 'Fei, you never told
us he was a babe!
[Heero whacks Duo (gently) in the back of the
DUO: Hey! I was just kidding!
blink* But I am a babe.
WUFEI: Duo, don't feed his ego, it's
nearly big enough to form its own mini-black hole as it is. And you!
[points at Krashnark] A., you don't exist in this world, and B., even if you
did, I doubt you'd use the word 'babe'. Rack off!
TROWA: You're still operating on 'What
Would Duo Say', aren't you?
WUFEI (regaining his composure): When
CHRISTY: Poor 'Fei-fei. *sigh* We're so cruel to
MEL: *sigh* Yes... ain't it fun?
CHRISTY: Do you hear
MEL: Nope. Of course, it could be being drowned out by
the sound of his teeth grinding together.
CHRISTY: Watch it, Justice Boy.
You know perfectly well that attacking us won't work.
MEL: And if you
try, we'll let Rami decide you are her One True Love after all, and start
following you. *snicker* Talk about a real stalker...
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