I have several writing names, so if you see one from me that doesn’t say “by Moonrose_02” at the top, but does say “by Shinigami’s Demon” or “nanashi02", please change it for me! I’m, trying to get as many as possible in ten minutes, but you can post them whenever you get around to them. Merci! I have three more to send in: “Triple Espresso” and the Prologue and Part One of “The Past Is Gone.” That’ll be all… for now… =) Thank you en avance! ::glomp::
I’m not sure this is going to turn out a happy-happy, joy-joy fic: someone’s going to die, I think. Not sure who or when of even if. Just…just a hint. Enjoy.
“Kuso!” Duo yelled as his new necklace, the black half of a Yin-Yang design, began to buzz.
“What?” Quatre murmured sleepily, as Wufei and Trowa jerked out of their quiet slumber to full awareness. Duo had taken the watch, allowing them to get some rest, and nothing short of an emergency would have forced him to wake any of them up. “What happened, Duo?”
“Damn it, he’s been seen, that’s what’s happened!” he growled, tapping the back of the pendant in acknowledgment. The muted buzz stopped.
“How do you know this, Duo?” Trowa asked calmly. Calm on the surface, at least: Trowa could be the proverbial duck. Duo sighed, but was already in action and speaking as he moved.
“Remember the necklace I got Heero, the other half of this?” He touched the half that hung on a black silk cord around his neck. “Well, it has a little transmitter built into it that’ll work up to a distance of four miles, and I told him to touch the back of the necklace if he’s seen on a trip out.” Unconsciously he switched languages and continued on in his native French. “Basically it’s a warning to get the hell out of here.”
“Duo, you’re speaking French again,” the tall Russian boy reminded him, “and none of us can understand a word you’re saying.”
Duo paused in the act of loading a gun and thought back: yes, he had been speaking French, and the only two languages the five of them had in common were English and Japanese. The way the braided pilot of Shinigami had always seen it, they were taught English because everyone knew it and Japanese because nobody knew it. “Aah, merde!(1)” A short laugh broke from his lips and he apologized and repeated himself in Japanese.
“Quatre, you think you can get out of here? ‘Cause Heero’ll try to lead them away from here and the shuttle bays, but this place has been compromised.”
Quatre slid out of bed with a grin to an astonished Trowa. Duo and Wufei exchanged smiles. They’d been rebuilding Quatre’s strength on the sly, and he was just about back to where he had been before Libra. “Yeah, I think so,” he said, catching the clothes Duo tossed him. “Don’t be mad at me or them, Trowa: I begged and Heero didn’t know!”
A slow laugh finally forced its way out of Trowa. “You little sneak,” he said at last. “Three little sneaks! What am I going to do with you, little one?” Duo laughed as a wicked gleam came into half-dressed Quatre’s eyes.
“Trowa, don’t ask, just wait for a new safehouse and take it up in private with him! Now, can we get out of here before they take it into their heads to get a serious search mounted for us?” Lightly armed, the four slipped silently out of the room and down towards the shuttle bays.
TBC
(1) Merde (MEHRD): French for “shit!”