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Chapter 6

By Sulia Serafine

Email: Silverwlng@aol.com

[Author's ramblings: A semi-romantic comedy/ adventure of Gundam Wing.
Additional note: this may also fall under Alternate Universe Category. I'm screwing around the episode plot. That's all. Standard Disclaimer!!! I don't own Gundam Wing (darn it) and I'm not making money.
Don't sue! It's all for fun!
Send criticism to me at Silverwlng@aol.com]

Heero tried not to think about it. It shouldn't bother him. After all, he never expressed an interest such as Duo's toward Relena. She had been the one chasing him around for so long. But now she was different. And he was the same as before. So, why did it annoy him so much?
"You're jealous," a little voice inside him said.
"No, I'm not. What do I have to be jealous about?"
"Everything. How you're used to her affections being directed toward you even though she tries to hide it and you just ignore it. Now that you don't have it, you're nothing. It was the one sure thing in your life. The one consistency that you didn't think you needed," the voice teased harshly. "She has that power over you. Because you need that consistency of affection whether you like it or not."
"No. No, you're wrong. I don't need anything."
"No one loves you. No one cares about you. You may have your so-called 'friends', those pilots, but they can never feel toward you what she did. And if nothing cares about you, then you do not exist. You're nothing, Heero. It's just as simple as that. You don't exist."
He snapped out of his daze. "Don't think about it," he thought to himself. "Just phone the guys and find out what's up." Heero turned sharply into the room of the secretary that had informed him of Trowa's call. "What is the number to Mr. Barton?"
The secretary gave him the number of the phone Trowa had called from. Heero left the room to find another private one. In a few moments, Trowa's image was on the vid-screen. "Hello Heero. I have news."
"Go on."
"I've tried to find the hidden meaning of that message that is being spray-painted on walls all over the United States. I've narrowed it down to a few possibilities of what the Jokers are going to do."
"Why would they leave clues?"
"From what we have learned from Ace, we can also conclude that Jokers enjoy spiting their enemy and taunting them. They are leaving clues because they feel confident of their victory and do not think we can win against them."
"Wait until they meet Wing Zero."
Trowa gave a hint of a smile. "From what I've hypothesized about 'ruby red heels', they are going to do something in Washington D.C., maybe specifically the Smithsonian. "
"What about the new International Peace House? It is the headquarters for most worldwide organizations, or maybe the Capitol Building will be their target."
"Yes, those are strong possibilities as well. I don't know how to contact Duo in America, so Heero, you take care of that."
"Duo isn't in America. He's right here at the embassy."
"What?"
"I'll... explain later," Heero said, wincing slightly. "I'll have him switch bodyguard duty with me. Then I myself will go to America. Besides, Quatre is hiding something."
"Hiding what?"
"He called earlier and said that Ace's partner wasn't going to be in Paris anymore. But he also said he was going to America with Duo."
"You just said that Duo is at the embassy with you."
"Exactly. I'm going to find out what's going on with them and I'll call you from the plane tonight. Trowa, if you have any other clues that need attention, send Wufei and Ellis on the trail."
"Alright. I'll update you later." He hung up. Heero turned the vid-screen off and exited the room. At the same time, Duo came in looking for him. Duo nervously greeted him, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. Heero folded his arms and glared at him.
"Hey, buddy. Um, there's been some misunderstanding."
"Whatever you're going to say, screw it," Heero said coldly. "Quatre clearly said to me today that he was going to America with you. I assumed you were with him. Since you are here, than Quatre is not with you. Which means that you may be covering for him. So, Duo, what is it? Is Quatre with Ace's partner or maybe the Jokers? Or better yet, maybe you have sided with these clowns."
Duo's mouth dropped open. "What? Me?! No way! I'd never do that!"
"Care to explain?"
Duo gulped nervously. "Quatre called me just to say he was going to America and I thought he was just going to investigate like I told you guys... I don't know if he's with anybody! I told him I wasn't going with him."
"So he was covering for you and you were covering for him. And you stayed behind for her instead of carrying out your job."
"NO! It isn't like that!"
"I don't want to hear it. I have to hunt down Quatre," Heero said as he began to walk away. "You're now Relena's bodyguard from here on until she gets another to replace you."
Duo ran after him. "No! Heero! You have to believe me, Relena and I are not dating!"
Heero stopped and turned around to give his patented death-glare. Duo cringed and didn't follow him any farther for fear of the one-hundred-and-one ways Heero Yuy could kill him without blinking. Then the pilot of Wing Zero was gone.
Duo slapped his forehead. "Oh, this is just beautiful. Oh, yeah. I am screwed. So, so screwed."
But he paused a minute to think about what Heero had said about Quatre. "Oh man. Is Quatre doing something with the Jokers or Ace's partner? But why would he hide it if he were with Ace's partner? Is he under threat? He can't be siding with the Jokers! This is Quatre we're talking about!"
He trudged back to Relena's room. She stood up from her desk. "Well?"
"I tried to tell him, but before I did, he blew up about the situation with the Jokers. He's mostly pissed because Quatre may have betrayed us."
"Quatre? I don't believe it."
"Neither do I. He's also switched bodyguard duty with me."
Relena frowned. "I've been totally selfish, letting you help me. I want you to forget about being my bodyguard and go help Heero. Maybe you can tell him the truth while you're at it. I am leaving Paris. I'll be in Shanghai tomorrow until next week, and then off to Kyoto, Bangkok, and Singapore."
"My, my. You sure have a busy schedule."
"Tell me about it."
"Hey, Relena, are you sure you want to forget about our plans? After all that effort we put in?"
"It only seems to be doing more bad than good. I don't want your reputation to be ruined, Duo. You've been a great friend to me."
"Yeah." He smiled. "You, too. See you later, Relena." He left and went to catch up with Heero.
Back at the hotel:
Ellis looked at a message on the vid-phone's screen. "We missed a call. It was probably from one of the guys."
Wufei didn't comment. They'd been in solid silence for a long time now. It was unnerving. At this point, Ellis wouldn't mind an argument or even getting into a fight. If only he said something-anything-instead of just sitting like a zombie.
"Wufei..."
"What do you want?" he practically yelled. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes before shifting around to face her. She withheld the urge to punch him. Instead, she settled for a soft growl of annoyance and frustration.
"Hmph. Women," he muttered. Then the phone rang. Since he didn't move to answer it, Ellis leaned away as far as she could and answered.
"Hello?"
"Ace, it's me, Trowa."
"Oh, you have news?"
"Yes. Heero is going to America to find Quatre. It might be that Quatre is with your partner, Ten."
"Ten! Then we're going to find Quatre, too!"
Trowa frowned. "I'm afraid I'd have to advise against that. Heero can take care of it. Besides, I want to have you two free in case we're wrong about America. Next time I call you, it'll be to send you to the Jokers' next target."
Wufei had been listening the whole time, despite his refusal to cooperate. He nudged Ellis aside and began to address Trowa. "What about you? What are you doing?"
"It may also be that Dorothy Catalonia has something to do with this. The character Dorothy in 'The Wizard of Oz' wears ruby red slippers. The messages in the United States say 'click your ruby red heels'. So, just to make sure, I called Lady Une. She told me that Dorothy called her early in the morning and said she was going to take a vacation in America. It doesn't look like coincidence to me that everyone is headed there."
"Dorothy is always up to something sneaky and underhanded," Wufei muttered.
"Well, in any case, that is where I am headed also. I must take a plane at midnight from the Sanc Kingdom's private airport to Richmond, Virginia. If you need to reach me, here's the number to my cell phone." He rattled off the number while Ellis wrote it down. "That's all for now. Bye."
Wufei started to walk off toward their bedroom, but Ellis stayed rooted to the spot. He yanked the chain as they often did whenever one of them wanted the other to go along with what he or she wanted to do. When he got no response, he pulled even harder on the chain, causing her to stumble a bit.
"What are you waiting for? We should pack now so we can be ready to get out of here when Trowa calls next. Are you listening to me at all, Woman?"
"I was just thinking. You think, don't you? Oh, well, I guess that would be too much to expect from a jerk like you." She reluctantly let him lead them to the room to get their clothes and belongings packed.
"For your information, Woman, I am as much a great scholar as I am a great warrior. Don't underestimate me," he said and started to pack up some of his shirts into his suitcase. Having no clothes with her besides the ones she had borrowed from him and those she had worn upon being chained, Ellis only watched.
"How interesting you say that, Wufei. You underestimate me."
"Because it's all true." He paused and glanced around the room. "Don't you have anything to pack?"
"I borrowed clothes and stuff, remember? I'd have to go all the way back to the ship to get my things."
"Then let's go."
"Actually, there's a lock that needs both Ten and me to open it. I could buy what I need quickly..."
He slammed his suitcase shut. "You want to go shopping?!"
"Back home, we only buy what is necessary. I won't be long, I swear." She tugged nervously on the bottom of her shirt-one of many of Wufei's white Chinese shirts. Her red one was packed with his things. Wufei sighed as if very tired. He sat down on top of the suitcase and nodded. They would go buy her things. He had to admit that she was better than what he believed was the typical woman. She was raised to buy only necessary objects, was proper and intelligible. But he was inclined to hate her after what they had unintentionally done earlier. Ellis was aware of this.
"Well," she thought, "At least he's talking again. Even if it is to insult."
Later, at the local shopping center, Ellis was buying inexpensive and sensible clothing fit for her job and objects for personal hygiene (while Wufei looked away, mildly embarrassed). It took less than an hour, and then they were back to the hotel. Wufei opened up the second suitcase he had. It was only half full, so he started packing away her things in the empty space. Ellis sat and watched, holding her arm up so the chain didn't tug at her.
Wufei continued to pack, strangely enough not minding to do the work for her. As he came to the last outfit, he stared in surprise. It was a green Chinese shirt with gold trim. And it was a man's shirt-his size. There was also a pair of black baggy pants to go with it. He didn't remember her buying this. Had she slipped it into the pile of clothing when he wasn't looking?
"Why did you get this?" he asked her, picking it up and looking at her.
Ellis shrugged nervously. "I thought it would make up for the clothes I borrowed and um, how we had to cut the shirts down the side. Don't think of it too much. It's just a small gift."
He examined the shirt in his hands. "Get the scissors and the thread."
"Huh?"
"I'll cut the seam on the side and you can sew the buttons."
"But why?"
"So I can try it on, of course. What did you think, Woman?"
She smiled faintly. Ellis thought, "You have to remember, Ellis, that at least he's talking to you after what happened." She paused. "For some reason, I don't regret what happened."
Elsewhere in the early evening (Paris' time zone):
Heero and Duo boarded the private plane heading for Washington D.C. There were very few people besides them. Most were important officials of some sort. The two young men sat down somewhere in the back. Duo, having told Heero everything (although the Japanese pilot had held him at gunpoint in irritation of the American's persistence), was now more relaxed and happy than before. He hummed his favorite rock song and fiddled with his carry-on luggage.
"So, what are we going to check out once we get there?"
"Smithsonian. Like Trowa suggested." That reminded Heero. He had to call Trowa. Asking the only stewardess on the plane if it would be all right to use the phone, he started to dial Trowa's number.
"Hello Heero. It's good that you called. I'm going to leave on a flight soon, myself."
"Why?"
"Looking for Dorothy Catalonia in the United States. I have an intuitive feeling that she used her logic and reason to conclude what I did about the Ruby Red message. You?"
Duo leaned over and talked into the phone. "Hey Trowa!"
"Duo? You're accompanying Heero, then."
"You bet! Relena told me to come since she has to be in Shanghai all this week anyway. She's probably already left like we have!"
Heero elbowed him aside. "Duo doesn't know anything about Quatre. We're going to concern ourselves with inspecting Washington D.C. before looking for Quatre."
"Yes. That's good. Since I'm searching for Dorothy, I'll look for Quatre, too. Focus on the nation's capitol. And if you encounter something you have to fight against, call Paris and have Wufei ship your Gundams."
"Good plan. By the way, what's your destination?
"Richmond. I can work my way toward your location."
"Sounds great to me, buddy!" Duo leaned over to talk into the phone again.
Heero elbowed him once again. "Is that all, Trowa?"
"I suppose so. Talk to you in the morning."
The next day in the early afternoon at Annapolis, Maryland:
Dorothy had done some thinking the morning before when they almost immediately went to the airport after breakfast. Instead of making plans to go to New York as Fitz insisted, she came to think about the remaining relics from the Wizard of Oz-and the Smithsonian. The only flight leaving for Washington D.C. would be on a private plane in the evening. So instead, they took the flight to Annapolis, which was none too far from Washington D.C.
So, there they were, holed up in a decent hotel at the Western edge of Annapolis. Quatre reminded her that they needed food and supplies for their little quest in the U.S. so they went to the nearest supermarket. Dorothy went off to get some food good for travel and a few newspapers of the area. That left Fitz to wander on his own. It was a great opportunity for the Ten of Spades to examine Earth markets. Quatre impatiently searched for him, worried of the trouble he could get into (especially since Fitz still had the gun).
He bumped into a display while walking down an aisle not looking. He fell over and felt a few small boxes scatter around him. Two men, each coming to help him from opposite directions, were burly and laughing as they picked up the boxes that Quatre knocked over.
Quatre rubbed his knee and looked up.
"So! The young man is going to purchase condoms! Don't be so nervous about it, boy, and you won't knock them over."
Quatre's face went bright red as he realized what the tiny boxes were.
"Uh-huh! Listen to him," the other man agreed. "I'll give you some advice. My girlfriends all love the red brand. It's very comfortable."
"On the contrary," the first man said. "They only have one size. Boy, you should figure out what size you are before you purchase something too little or too big for you!"
Quatre looked back and forth from the two men, feeling his face become very hot and his nose feeling even worse. This was definitely an awkward situation.
A woman in her early thirties passed by the men, having heard the conversation of advice. She patted Quatre on the shoulder. "Your lady friend would love the green brand. I know all me and my friends and I prefer it."
The other two men stroked their chins and picked up the green brands off the floor. The woman even bent down to pick up a green box also marked 'jumbo'. "Here you go, young man. Remember: safety first."
It was then that Quatre got a nosebleed.
He ran off, still holding the green box of condoms. He ran with his head tilted back. Quatre pinched his nose with his free hand and hoped no one would see him-especially Dorothy. A moment later, Fitz found him. The Spades high officer looked at him suspiciously.
"You have a nosebleed? From what?"
"Uh..." Quatre's face remained red. He stopped tilting his head back so he could look at him "You see... Er... well..."
"Quatre! Fitz! There you are! I've been looking all over for you! Let's get to the stupid cash registers," Dorothy scolded. She held a basket full of objects. Then she noticed Quatre pinching his nose and the faint trickle of blood down his face. And then, she noticed the box in his hand. "Quatre?"
The gentle blond Arab was too jittery and nervous. He panicked and ran off, tilting his head back chanting the same words over and over. "No way that happened! No way that happened! No way that happened! Ugh... nose bleeding...oh man!"
Dorothy turned to Fitz questioningly. "Ten?"
"I don't know what's with him. You Earthlings are too weird."
Elsewhere in Washington D.C., at the Smithsonian, a little later that afternoon:
"Well, there are the blasted shoes," Duo sighed. "Um. I don't see anything out of the ordinary."
"Examine everything," Heero commanded in his monotone voice.
"Hey, what exhibit is that?" Duo pointed. He obviously hadn't heard or hadn't paid attention to his order. He awed at a display of a recent Chinese action movie that had hit big in America and Africa. He bent down and squinted. There was peculiar model of a motorcycle next to a relative scale building. Duo squinted even harder. He could have sworn he saw the letter T on the motorcycle. Or was it another letter? The curving script of it made it possible to be so many possible letters. Perhaps it was a J or an L...
"Duo!" Heero sharply called. "Get back to work."
"Okay, okay! I'm going!"
Bored, Duo sat in a chair, staring at the dazzling red shoes. "Hmm," he thought. "That actress Dorothy had small feet. How could she stand those things?" He looked over at Heero, who was crouching under a nearby display, feeling for any triggers or bombs that could have been set.
"Stay here and have a talk with the people in charge of this place. When you're done, go over to Congress or something. I'm taking a trip to the Capitol building and the White House."
"Whatever you say," Duo yawned, getting up to find a Smithsonian employee.
Later at the White House, Heero talked with the Secret Service and some of the Cabinet belonging to the President about the recent vandalism in New England and how it might be connected to something that happened in France.
"Are you from France's people?" a man asked.
"I was just temporarily associated with the embassies there. I was relieved of my duties to do my own investigation," Heero summarized.
"I've seen you before on the news. You're with the Sanc Kingdom," a woman said. "He's okay. Well, young man, we haven't had any new information. There have been no new report of these messages and the FBI just thinks that it's a very popular gang that exists all over the area, challenging other gangs. If you find anything, please tell us."
"Yes, of course," Heero lied, bowing and walking away without another word. He started to take a long walk before heading back to his rendevous point with Duo.
"So," he thought to himself. "Another dead end. There's something-something obvious. What is it?"
Meanwhile, Duo was walking around in Washington Park that was surrounded by all the important institutes like the National Museum of This and the National Something of That. He sat on a bench after buying some French fries at a small stand. "Well, Shinigami, nothing has come up. What are you going to do about that? Stupid clown boys! Why can't they just attack with a bunch of mobile suits or whatever they have and just let us fight them in our Gundams!"
He spied Heero walking just outside the park, on the sidewalk by an art museum. He jumped up and made his way over, calling out to his friend.
"Hey! Heero! Want some fries? I couldn't find anything on those clowns!"
As usual, Heero glared at him and did not take any fries. He walked with his hands in his pockets and eyes observing everything around him in frustration.
"Something wrong, buddy?"
"We have nothing on this mission."
"It just takes time. That's all."
"We don't have time."
"True...But relax." Duo popped some fries into his mouth and chewed. He thought absently of his plans for Heero and Relena. And after thinking of that, his head started to hurt. There was something he was overlooking. He couldn't put a finger on it. Duo reasoned with himself that if it were worth remembering, his head wouldn't hurt. So, he ignored it and remained the hopeful half of the pair of pilots.
South of there, in Richmond, Trowa went to local police stations and organizations. He even went to the alleys with the huge messages. Dorothy nor Quatre could be found. No sign of the Jokers could be found. It was a good start, he reminded himself. Richmond was closer to Washington D. C. He'd stay one more day in Richmond resting and formulating more plans, and then head up to meet Heero and Duo. Perhaps after that, he would search Dover, Delaware, or Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Both were major cities surrounding the area. Some good had to come of it.
Two days later:
Heero turned on the news. It was awful having to share a hotel room with Duo. All night, the emotionless pilot had the urge to get up from his bed, lean over Duo's, and suffocate him with a pillow. Duo snored that loud.
"Just calm down, Yuy. It's almost over." He got up to prepare his clothing for the day and highlight some more destinations of the city that they would visit. Duo sat up sleepily in his own bed, stretching and scratching his head.
"So, what's on the agenda?"
"Shut up." Heero pointed to the television.
" 'This just in!' ," a news anchor gasped as she picked up the papers and stared seriously at the camera. " 'Important International Meeting Grounds have been bombed in Shanghai. Damage rates and numbers of dead and injured are-' "
"SHANGHAI!" Duo screamed as he leaped out of bed and ran over to the screen.
Heero remained blank.
"Remember? Relena is in Shanghai!"
"What?!" Heero growled.
"Oh man! I hope she's okay!"
The pilot of Wing Zero forced him to sit down on the edge of the bed and stop pacing. He turned to the screen to hear what else the news anchor had to say.
" 'The level of destruction there is very bad. Many of those non-survivors have been recovered, but the survivors are still great in number. Black mobile suits resembling the Leos and Tauruses from the War have been sighted. It has also come to the attention of this news center that mobile suits have been stolen from an old mobile suit factory in North Africa.' "
"Oh, no," Duo groaned. He recalled the little motorcycle in that Chinese action movie display that had what he now figured to be the letter 'J' on it. That was the clue they had missed. Well, now it was too late. They had been given their chance to stop it. They had had two days. And they screwed up big time.
"Get up, Duo. We have to get to Shanghai. Relena is there."
Duo looked up. That was right. Relena, their sweet, kind Sanc Kingdom princess was there. Dead or alive-they didn't know. But they had to go and find out. And as for those stolen black mobile suits that had been sighted...
He walked over to the vid-phone and called Paris. Wufei answered. He was wearing the green shirt and black pants that Ellis had given him, but Duo decided not to ask about it.
"I assume you've heard of what happened in Shanghai."
"Yup. We did," Duo sighed. "You up to it, Wu-man?"
"Yes. And do not call me Wu-man, Maxwell. Since I am unable to pilot Altron with Ellis chained to me, I'll bring Deathscythe Hell and Wing Zero ready for you when you get there."
"Thanks Wu-man."
"I just said not to call me W-"
Duo hung up on him before he could get another earful of complaints and insults from the Chinese pilot.
Heero would not talk to him for the rest of the trip. He was too deep in thought about what Duo had said when the American had caught up to him at the embassy in Paris.
-Flashback-
"Hey! Heero! Wait up! It isn't what you think, buddy!"
"Duo, did you not hear me before? I do not mind!"
"You got it all wrong! Relena doesn't want to date me! She wants you! She's always wanted you, you big idiot!" Duo cringed as he said the last words, but confidence built up in him and he remained standing before Heero. The pilot of Wing Zero narrowed his eyes at him, then began walking away again.
"Come on! Don't you believe me? What about all the times, she called to YOU, huh? She's always called out to YOU. It was YOU who she followed around."
Heero paused slightly in his walk.
"I mean, well, Relena's different now," Duo amended. "She isn't like that anymore. She's grown up. She's a responsible person and she won't try to get in your way! Come on!" He growled. "Stupid Suicide- Boy! Give her a freaking chance! This whole thing with the disguise... it wasn't her idea! She was against it and I had to coax her into going along! It was my idea to help YOU out, you fool!"
Heero finally stopped and turned to acknowledge Duo. "There is no time for such things, Duo. We have a mission to stop these Jokers."
"I don't remember it being given to us. Did Zechs and Noin call to give us this mission? No, they didn't."
"We're doing it because they're on their Honeymoon and it's our responsibility to take care of terrorists while they're vacationing. It is our mission to keep the Earth safe, just as it has always been."
"Hmph. Fine. I'll work with you. I was discharged form bodyguard duty anyway."
"Then we're going to Washington D.C."
"That's just great."
Heero turned on his heel and resumed his walk. Duo trudged behind, thinking of other things to say to Heero about Relena. All he could do was mutter. "You don't deserve a girl like that. I wouldn't be surprised if she slipped away from you."
-End Flashback-
"Relena," he thought, looking out the window of the plane. "Don't slip away-not yet."
"Ah," his conscience snickered. "It seems you admit it now."
"No, I don't."
"She still has that power over you, even in death-if she is dead. Because she's the only one who cares about what happens to you. And you don't deserve her, just like Braid-Boy said. And if she does turn out dead, what are you going to do, huh? What will you be?"
"Just as I was before she came along," Heero answered as if it was an obvious answer.
"No. You will never go back to what you were. She's affected you without you knowing. And it's just like I warned you before. Without that 'consistency', you don't exist."
Elsewhere in the moon's orbital path around Earth:
"Five, did you pick up that transmission?"
She nodded. "Yes. The Jokers have become quite taken with these primitive mobile suits that they've stolen."
"The fleet is restless. They want to terminate these clowns now."
"Well, Six, since our honored Jack has become so weird in his orders, we have to," she rolled her eyes, "let Ace and Ten handle it. I think we can only butt in when things get their ugliest and only watch their backs from here."
The young man at her side wore a white sleeveless shirt with an embroidered black spade over his heart and blue pants with the weird intricate pockets on the sides. "That was weird of him to order that. Well, we have to do what he says. I just don't know how long we have to keep the Newdarian fleet under stealth. They're a restless bunch, and we were lucky enough to borrow them from the House of Diamonds."
"I know, I know. I just hope that Ace knows what she's doing."
"You want to go down and spy on her?" He swept back his auburn hair with blue streaks back over his shoulders. He also stroked his lightly bearded face. He was only twenty-six.
"Sounds like a good idea, actually. Are you sure you don't want to come down with me?"
"No, I don't think so. If something happens to you, I can lie and say that you went against orders while I sat here nice and pretty debating whether to jeopardize myself and attempt a futile rescue." He grinned.
"Sarcasm. Nice," she rolled her eyes again. Then her face took on that serious scary look. "I'm going down there and there had better be a good reason why it's not over by now. Ace and Ten are good officers although Ten is a pain in the a-"
"Hey, hey. You're the Five. Language such as that is not proper."
She groaned and walked out of the console room.
Six smirked and looked back on the screen where they were doing an on-the-scene news report in Shanghai. "Well, I can't wait to see what else we have to ignore before we finally step in."

Preview of Chapter 7:

Fitz: Hello again, ladies and gentlemen! It's about time that Five and Six went down to Earth, but when the heck will they let us know that they're watching over us?? So, everyone is wondering if Relena is still alive, Heero is wondering if she really has a hold on him, and Duo is just so exhausted over the whole deal (although his mouth refuses to stop working)! What the heck is wrong with this picture?! Ack! Now I KNOW that Ellis has lost it! She never bought ME a shirt, the little annoying prince's sister...And what is up with Quatre, that too-kind-for-his-own-good boy? I think it was a good idea letting me carry the weapons, but what is up with acting so nervous around Dorothy and (snickering) nosebleeds? Oh, does Trowa ever find them? And does he find them as friend or foe??? Things heat up in Shanghai between odd couples and Gundams! Stay tuned for: SHANGHAI WILDCARD BATTLE and THE HEAVYARMS CLOWN SEARCHING FOR THREE BLONDS!