"I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me,
Please tell me, please tell me why!"
-Lit, My Worst Enemy
"Q-man! Yo, Q-man!" Duo screamed at the top of his lungs as he banged away at the front door to the Winner Residence.
"Could you keep it down?!" Heero hissed, grabbing his throbbing skull.
"You want him to hear me, right?"
"The whole God damn country can hear you, you-"
"Yes?" came a throaty reply at the door, and both Heero and Duo craned their necks upward to see the huge werewolfy head of Rashid.
"Ba-ba-ba. . ." Duo stammered, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Sir, can we see Quatre?" Heero asked, shaking his head at Duo's stupidity.
"No, you may not." Rashid answered harshly, crossing his tree-trunk arms over his massive chest, "In fact, I can't even believe you two have the guts- or should I say, stupidity to show your faces around here after what transpired last night."
Heero paled. "What did we do, sir?"
"You know exactly what you did, you little smart ass! I don't think Master Quatre will ever be the same again! Leave, leave and never show you're faces around here again, do I make myself clear?!"
"Alright, bro." Heero managed to choke out, his voice a little higher than he hoped. He held up both hand for emphasis.
Rasid evil-eyed them both for a few more seconds before slamming the door closed in their faces.
"Well that was a waste of time." Duo muttered, finally recovered.
"C'mon." Heero motioned for Duo to following him around to the other side of Quatre's impressive house. Both boys stared at a large open window about ten feet up on a flat, even wall.
"This's gotta be Quatre's room." Heero said, not looking away.
"How can you be so sure?" Duo asked, dubious.
"Just lean down, will you?" Heero whispered.
"How come I have to hoist you up?" Duo whispered back harshly.
After another rock, paper, scissors match, Duo was grunting and struggling to stand under the weight of Heero.
"Stand still, will ya?" Heero demanded rather than asked, trying to reach the windowsill.
"Gimme. . . a break. . . " Duo gasped, staggering closer to the mansion.
Heero strained and reached out, but was still a few inched short.
"Get closer!"
"Go to. . . Hell. . ."
Finally, with one final gasp from Duo, Heero reached the windowsill and hoisted himself up, holding onto it and struggling to see inside. It was Quatre's room, all right.
Heero stared in confusion and disgust as Quatre stared into a mirror in his hand, muttered to himself softly, his back turned to Heero, preventing him from seeing his face directly or in the mirror.
"I-I-I, I said okay, I said okay and they, they-th-th-they just went ahead and. . . " Quatre stuttered, his sweaty gaze dancing around the image of himself as he rambled on.
Whoa, Quatre's gone Zero again. . ., Heero thought, and it would have been funny if it were a different situation.
"Hey!", Duo whispered loudly and hoarsely from below, "What's goin' on?!"
Heero strained to hold onto the sill and press one finger to his lips, warning Duo to be quiet.
"Shh!" the Perfect Soldier hissed as loud as he dared.
"Is that you, Rasid?" Quatre asked, his voice high and cracking. When no one answered him he stammered out, "R-Rasid?"
"Hey, Heero!" Duo whispered louder than before, and Heero used his free arm to wave at Duo, dismissingly, trying to keep the God of Death quiet.
"Who is that?" Quatre spluttered, for the first time turning to the window.
Heero almost jumped out of his skin at Quatre's appearance.
Quatre's face was slightly charred, his once cute and shaggy blonde bangs burned away to char and singed hair on his forehead. His eyes were glassy, a deranged hint to them.
Quatre screamed shrilly when he noticed it was Heero hanging from his windowsill.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Heero screamed back startled, which was unusual for the Perfect Soldier, but this day had been far, far, from usual, about as far as you could get.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!! RAAAAAASSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!"
With that last scream, Heero left go of the sill, and dropped, falling right onto Duo. Both boys picked themselves up off the sand in a flash.
"Let's go, let's go!!" Heero said quickly, urging the Shinigami to hurry up and move his ass.
"What was all that screaming about? What did you see?" Duo asked, confused as ever.
Heero opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Rasid stormed out of the back door, a Remington with a sawed-off barrel in one mammoth hand.
"Don't bother to show us out, we were just leaving!" Duo exclaimed in a cheery and sugary voice, eyeing the firearm.
With out a word, the very big Rashid raised the very big shotgun and clicked back the safety, indicating that staying around for an encore would be a very, very bad idea.