"You should have thought of all this before you were born."
-N.F. Simpson
With no leads, the two pilots wandered around aimlessly, hoping not to be recognized by anyone. That was no dice, with Duo's braid and all.
"Duo!" squealed a girl's voice, and Duo was actually getting tired of all the females running up to him.
"Hilde?!" he cried out in surprise, glad it was someone he knew.
"Duo! I'm glad to see you can finally walk straight!" she said with a wink, but Duo wasn't paying much attention.
"Hey, Hilde, have you seen my Gundam?"
"Well. . ." Hilde started, flirtatiously stroking a circle on Duo's chest with one finger, "I saw the cockpit."
"Oh, no, I'm talkin' about the whole thing." Duo said, with a slight accent on the last word, still not catching Hilde's drift.
Heero shook his head and shrugged his shoulders a little for Hilde's benefit.
"Baka Maxwell, let's go."
With that the two returned to the hotel room.
Duo sighed and slumped down on the couch, groaning slightly and pulling out a mace from underneath himself. With a unsettled grimace, he tossed the weapon to the floor.
"This just keeps gettin' better and better." Duo muttered, picking up the channel changer, "Feels like I woke up in the frickin' Twilight Zone."
Heero shook his head and wandered into the kitchen area, hoping to find something to help his migraine. Instead, what he found was a little strange, if not comical, almost.
"Um, Duo? Could you c'mere for a sec?"
"What?" Duo asked, agitated as he extricated himself from the couch, which seemed to feel rather sticky.
Duo waltzed into the kitchen, scratching the back of his head. He stopped and opened his eyes wider as he stared into the open cabinets and refrigerator.
"Hey, do you think it's possible we bought a life time supply of Jell-o and don't remember it?"
"Dude," Duo started, turning to Heero, " I'd say it's entirely possible."
" Let me make this short and simple: I wanna buy that lion"
"What?"
"Hold on here, man. We'll be right back. I know just the man to suit all our cash needs. You just hold onto the lion for us. Don't let the lady in the mink coat by it, she'll eat it, man. Do you understand me?"
"Uh. . . "
"Right! That's a good boy. You just wait here, man. We'll be right back."
Heero shook his pounding head. Grim memories and bad flashbacks. He had fallen asleep, how long had he been out?
"Duo?" Heero asked, shaking the shadowy figure asleep next to him, on the other side of the couch.
". . .mmph." came the reply.
"Duo!" Heero said louder, and the Reaper shot up straight.
"What?!" Duo asked, a little frightened.
"Do you recollect anything about. . ." Heero paused for a second, a little embarrassed, ". . .talking about buying a lion?"
Duo scratched his head. "Nope, but I do remember something about Quatre's Maganac Corps. Do you remember anything about them?"
Heero shook his head. "How long have we been out?"
Duo checked his watch. "About. . . four hours, now. It's six o'clock."
"That doesn't give us much time to get to Quatre's if we wanna get there before it gets dark."