Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Straight Flush ❯ Let Insanity Ensue ( Chapter 12 )

His eyes glared at the room he was standing before. He had passed the hanger bay almost three times already! Duo prepared to take a step towards the walls and bang his head really hard against it, but reconsidered when he remembered that they were made of neo-titanium. Hands itching to touch the wall and commence what he had thought about in his "genius" of a mind, he stopped and withdrew himself from the temptation. Instead, he focused his attention toward the Gundanium Alloy armored, 65 meter high robot, fully equipped robot with an arsenal that would be the envy of most military controlled sites.

Duo grinned sadistically. <Ah well, Q-man was rich enough to pay for any repairs.> He thought, an evil spark lighting up his playful violet eyes.

And with that, Duo took off to his Gundam, fully prepared to blow up a wall and escape this little maze. He was feeling a lot like those little test tube gerbils, the ones that were used in scientific experiments. A million different thoughts were running through his head now. His brain, which was once in genius mode a few minutes ago had focused itself solely on trying to find some food for his body. Oh yes, and while he was at it, he needed to find Usagi. Something was terribly wrong..

Duo activated Deathscythe HELL and the black Gundam's eyes shone with a demonic red glow. An arm was raised holding a metal stick and a blade materialized in mid air near the very top. The laser-like projectile was green, glowing with great magnificence and with a great sweep of the Deathscythe HELL's arms, the wall of the hanger promptly blew up.

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Makoto's eyes widened. The chill of the slimy, wet ice cream slowly oozing down her back wasn't the cause of the frozen shock either. Makoto pushed out of Heero's strong grasp very easily, shocking Heero to the core. He had her in a very strong lock-hold. She shouldn't have been able to get out of that tight hold that easily. Heero's Prussian blue eyes glanced to Makoto's and he froze in shock himself.

Makoto's eyes had gone the coldest of green Heero had ever seen. It was worse than those soldiers he had killed, soldiers like him told that they had nothing to live for except to fight for their organization. Their eyes had been glinted with nothing but malice for anything that stood in their way. Hell, it was even colder than Heero's eyes when he had been to the point of suicide. *Something* had set Makoto off. But there wasn't anyone even near this part of the house. They were pretty close to the Gundam's hanger and the servants had been told to stay a clear distance away from the underground base. The only people, and who ever rarely came near here were the Magnuacs, and that was only when Quatre was so caught up in helping and working on the Gundams, and the other Gundam pilots. Heero sighed as he saw her close her usually cold eyes.

Makoto seemed to be listening for something. She had a strained look on her face and suddenly her eyes snapped open in horror.

Then Makoto took off toward the front area of the house.

Heero followed closely in pursuit. A hand grabbed the gun holstered in his shorts. Spandex shorts.. hmm.. ehehe.. erk, back to the story of course..

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Unbeknownst to him, only one person was currently, and totally unaware of the goings happening the current moment.

Wufei was getting impatient. Where was everyone??

"Baka onnas! It would be most likely of them to leave me here!" Wufei glanced down at himself and he turned a light pink color. His silk attire was adorned with whipped cream and spots of blue of red from the fruit filling.

Glancing around just in case anyone was around, he dipped some cream onto the tip of his finger and sucked on it, a playful look on his face. He loved pie. There was no use for it if it was just going to go to waste!

Wufei sighed in dismay as he realized the destruction of the kitchen. Whipped cream was literally falling off the walls and onto the cream, tiled floor. Wufei almost laughed as he realized something. There was only one pie left.

Digging around for a fork, he helped himself to the spoils of the battle.

Onyx colored eyes lit up with delight.

"Cherry," Wufei nodded in acceptance.

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Minako yelped in pain as one of the canned goods that were currently situated in the pantry closet came tumbling down onto her. One or two conked the short blonde on the head as many more sailed towards her feet leaving her with a throbbing red foot.

"OH SHOOT!" Minako cried out, stumbling a bit on her faulty foot and her balance gave out. She fell to the floor with a loud crash. A can of beans bopped her on the head and she let out a loud yelp of pain.

"Freaking hell! That HURT!" Minako rubbed the spot on her head. A stinging sensation flooded her nerves.

"Damnit.." She muttered, standing up again and brushing imaginary dust and lint off of her.

Her eyes narrowed as something in the back of her head ticked off. A feeling in her gut seemed to tell her that something awful had landed on her doorstep. And she wasn't going to like it, not one bit.

Minako searched her mind for the only person who would seem to trigger such negative feedback to her. Someone who she would die to protect. Someone.. like Usagi.

With a surprising burst of energy, Minako leapt to her feet and started running toward the nearest exit out of the house. She had to find Usagi.

The pantry closet holding preserved good emptied onto the floor with a crash, alerting a certain keen pair of canine ears.

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Tasha, a large German Shepherd and a bull-faced rotweiler lead a pack of hungry hounds down the corridor. Something was wrong! A loud bang had made her on her guard earlier.

Tasha stopped abruptly, and the rest of the dogs stopped as well, all sticking their noses in the air and sniffing. A pair of ears suddenly perked up, and were soon followed by the rest of the pack. A Greyhound ran in front of the waist high German Shepherd and whirled around. Another sniff in the air and it went scurrying toward the kitchens! Something smelt GOOD! It smelt like.. well, something really nice and it was wafting through the air.

In human terms, it smelt like blueberry, cherry, and apple pie.

Forgetting the earlier job of trying to find out what had caused the significantly loud crash, they headed in the opposite direction to find the wafting smell of cherry pie.

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Trowa sighed. He was standing outside of Makoto's room at the moment, intent on doing.. well, something! A certain something or other that he couldn't put a finger on. Which was saying something because he usually deduced things to a final element quite quickly.

Trowa let out another sigh. He knew why he was here, and it was nagging at him at the back of his mind.

Here he was, getting all mushy over a girl he had only known for a week at the most. But there was something about her, about all of the girls actually, that brought out some traits in the pilots that normally wouldn't show. Well, for once, Wufei was not insulting woman.. as much anyway. Haruka had taught him a thing or two about messing with a professional racer with a katana. Duo remained the same, but he had learned the definition of humiliation when a certain odango-headed woman "accidentally" replaced his conditioner with pink bleach. (AN: Hey! It's the future!) Heero was Heero. There wasn't much you could do with the Perfect Solider. Once in a while, they had managed to make him crack a smile. Quatre wasn't as busy with work, as he took more time out of his day to spend time with the people he liked to call friend.

Friend. The simple idea of having one seemed to be the very last thing on all of the Gundam pilots lists. But then again, with three hyper women constantly on your tail, it seemed to be a pretty good idea to have someone's room to hide in when they came hunting. Trowa smirked with a cherry look in his eyes.

But his evil grin faded as he glanced up at a calendar in the woman's room. A certain Monday was circled in green and red. Guess their rooms weren't so temporary anymore as the week -- which they had wagered themselves as maids -- was up. Rather unfortunately, because the emerald-eyed senshi had started to grow on the normally stoic and quiet Gundam pilot.

Suddenly, his ears picked up the faintest sounds of yelling, and the clashing of metal was heard. Eyes narrowing in confusing and curiosity, he followed the sound to the source of the noise. It was in the front of the yard. What the heck was going on? He wondered as he picked up the pace, hand reflexively travelling to the back of his pants where he usually kept his gun holster. His hand grabbed empty air. It wasn't there.

What the hell? He searched himself for the leather pouch that usually held his gun and immediately found that it wasn't there. Trowa hurried to Quatre's office, nearly breaking down the oak door in sheer rush. He spotted a painting hanging over a lounging couch and slipped his fingers underneath the frame, searching for the small tab that allowed him to swing the painting open. His fingers discovered the small notch and he pulled it out. And audible "crack" was heard, but the painting did not fall; rather, the painting of the Indonesian Violets swung forward and Trowa grabbed the small pistol sitting on a small shelf. He headed toward the front of the house, intent on finding out what was happening. While he did this though, he passed a worn leather satchel that had numerous bite marks on it. AKA, his gun holster.. formerly anyway.

Shaking his head, he silently cursed at Tasha. She had a habit for chewing on his things.

Little did he suspect that the worn-leather chew toy had once been his gun holster, and had been currently holding a diamond necklace that he had intended on giving to somebody *very* special.

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Quatre stared at the door in disbelief. Mamoru Chiba was standing outside his front door. Mamoru Chiba, the very highly acclaimed man that Haruka so *respectfully* (not) admired. In fact, when Quatre pulled up a search engine on the man on his database for the look of Usagi's ex-boyfriend, and then printed the picture for future looking over, Haruka had come into the room, stared at the picture, muttered a gazillion different curses and swears in 50 languages, and ripped the picture to smithereens.

And Mamoru was here asking for Usagi? Like hell that was going to happen!

Quatre grabbed the small pistol that he had strapped his shoulder.

"Quatre?"

The blonde-haired multi-billionaire jumped in the air, clearly startled. His reaction time made up for that immediately, his training kicking in and he pointed his gun in the direction of the voice. Shadows were the only thing there.

A figure stepped out from the darkness. It was only Trowa, looking clearly as suspicious as Quatre had been moments before.

The heir of the Winner Corporation breathed a sigh of relief. A scowl overrode his features though, as Quatre glared at Trowa.

Nodding, he responded, "Don't do that! You scared me!" It still ceased to amaze Quatre of how silently the pilots moved unnoticed.

His eyes showed remorse for frightening the innocent pilot. His facial features didn't even move a muscle. Still, Quatre was able to see through a person's eyes and see the truth. Ignoring the fact that he didn't get an answer, Quatre continued, "Mamoru Chiba is standing outside the door by the way."

That definitely perked up Trowa's interest. But instead, he let his head nod in acknowledgement.

He let his brain glance over the information her had on the man. The only thing he did know was that he had been Usagi Tsukino's ex-boyfriend. He was the age of 25 and had a Ph.D. in medicine. He was considered a medical prodigy as well. Was rather successful man in the medical arena of life as he was a top of the line heart surgeon and certainly lived the life of the more successful people in life. He remembered being told that Quatre had once met him at a formal function and had gotten the worst feelings from him with his Space Heart. But one word seemed to follow this trail of thought.. baka, baka, baka.. He let his line of reasoning exit the baka phase and he remembered a dinner when Duo had asked Usagi if she had a boyfriend. The temporary maid had merely stiffened and said she didn't want to talk about it. She did say something about him being a cheating bastard repeatedly.

How he had walked out on her with another woman clinging to his arms.

How he had dumped her not once, not twice, and not even three times! Five times! With reasoning being that he was too old for her that she wasn't able to hold an intelligent conversation.. Trowa knew differently though. Usagi had one of the kindest hearts he had even seen. And how many people would actually keep the discovery of finding out the Gundam pilots a secret? Well, other than the thousands the pilots had killed..

"Do you want to kill him?" Trowa asked, already knowing the unspoken answer.

"Yep," Quatre nodded, checking his revolver to make sure that he had bullets. Trowa pulled out his gun and checked the magazine. He knew that he could that the guy out with one shot, no problem. But protocol had been driven into his mind for so long it wasn't even funny.

The pounding of feet could be heard.

Makoto poked her head through the door, her face grim. But a sad smirk was plastered onto her face as she spotted the two men, currently on their guard.

"Oh hi guys. Whatcha doing here?" Makoto asked, the rest of her body showing up as she emerged from behind the door.

Trowa felt a blush forming on his cheeks, even only at the sight of her arrival. Makoto had pretty eyes. Pretty, pretty green eyes.. no, not green eyes. Emerald eyes. Yes, emerald eyes sounded better.. sweeter, and she shone like the gem itself. In it's gorgeous beauty.. ehehe..

Quatre gave Trowa an odd look as he noticed a red stain coming across Heavyarms pilot's cheeks. Never once had he seen the older pilot flush such a color. His eyes wandered to the place the eldest pilot's eyes were staring at. Ahhh.. Quatre understood now.

The blonde pilot let a smirk cross his features. Trowa ol' boy, has a crush.. The blonde let out a snicker, catching Makoto's attention and he quickly replaced his smirk with a smile. Then grim disgust took over quickly as he realized the reason to why he was here in the first place.

"Hello Makoto. Hmm.. did you know Mamoru Chiba is standing outside the front door?"

What happened next surprised the hell out of him.

First, Heero rounded the corner with his gun, and when his keen ears picked up the name Quatre uttered, he let out a round, the bullet embedding itself in the neo-titanium enforced door. Makoto, and Quatre blinked and looked shocked at the bullet currently wedge in the entrance. Quatre blinked once again and saw that the bullet was situated two and a half inches away from his head. The exact place he had last seen Chiba standing when he close the door, quite literally, onto the doctor's face. Quatre gave a choked cough- sounding laugh and looked at Heero.

The sound of a bullet being fired had snapped Trowa's out of the 'Makoto Trance.' And it is quite known that Trowa is basically the only person alive capable of getting Heero to show some emotion.

The bang-haired man gave Heero and reprimanding look. No words were needed as Heero pocketed his gun and gave Quatre an apologetic stare.

They currently forgot that Makoto Kino was there, which was a very grave mistake indeed.

What started out as nothing more than a simple whisper, ended out in a full-blown roar!

"W-w-WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?? ???????????????????????????" Makoto shrieked out, her eyes bulging out. Her face quickly changed from a healthy pale glow, to a panicky red-faced, acne looking 15-year old. A deadly glare suddenly glazed in her eyes as all the pilots in the room simultaneously gulped. Makoto stared at them with a deathly calm to her appearance, rivaling even Heero's deadly gaze.

"Mamoru Chiba, Usagi's ex, is standing out there.. unarmed?" Makoto inquired.

None answered, suddenly very afraid.

"ANSWER ME!!!" Makoto bellowed. Eyes widening, the men only nodded in response.

"Good boys," Makoto gave a fake-friendly grin and patted Quatre on the head, only because she was slightly taller than he was. Trowa gave the blonde a death glare and jealousy brewed within him.

They failed to notice that Makoto had stolen Heero's gun from right under their noses (or shorts) and was heading outside.

Toward Mamoru.

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There should be a limit to the amount of beatings you can give to a guy if you want to remind them that they are absolutely not allowed to come a hundred yards near you or anyone close to you. Unfortunately for most people, there isn't.

First.. you can poison them. You know, give him the stuff that gives him diharria trick? That'll keep him away for a little bit. Maybe even forever if you want. Or just simply slip some deadly liquid into his drink. You can stab him I guess too. Pen, sword, knife, any will do. Just.. don't stab parts that are very.. erm.. personal in the male perspective.

You can also shoot them! Guns! Guns are good. Going back to the late, medieval times: you can hang them, or stretch them. Too messy though. Disembodiment isn't too good.. She wasn't that cruel. Ah yes. Being drawn and quartered. Or, you want to use the old American Revolution way of tarring and feathering the sucker. Not that I am saying anything..

But, as the sad facts point to, Mamoru Chiba had neither these things, nor many other things I can name that with deal with much pain (castration). In fact, he had things that were even worse coming to him. You can only swear the living daylights out of a person before you have to take a more violent approach to it..

And Haruka Ten'oh was about to go berserk.

Michiru glanced at her lover with quiet concern. It was unusual for Haruka to get so riled up over anything. The only thing that gave her quite an adrenaline rush was whenever she fought something she wanted to kill. Something that she wanted to chop into little teeny, tiny pieces and cause the death (usually of a youma) of the very thing wrecking havoc on her life.

"I suppose you think that you can come crawling back to Usagi and think that she is going to forgive you. AGAIN!" Haruka said in a deathly tone. "Do you honestly think that she *wants* to have you near her now? She's HAPPY! WITH ANOTHER MAN! Something that you never were able to give her!"

Haruka's cold tone confirmed Michiru's suspicions. The senshi of the Wind withdrew her katana from her sub-dimension pocket. With great ease, she summoned another sword to her sub-space pocket and took that out as well. She threw it to Mamoru, who looked at it with a stunned look.

"Do you think that the last time that you hurt her she accepted it with a broken heart like she did the last time? Being dumped by the SAME GUY more than once is hard enough to accept. You weren't there to comfort her! We were!" Makoto added as she stepped into the yard. The senshi of the Earth seemed to have flames surrounding her in an eerie green. The emerald hue only brightened with intensity as she stepped closer to the tension filled group. She flanked Usagi's left side like a bodyguard. Cracking her knuckles loudly, she knew that Mamoru had his eyes trained on her fists the entire time.

Mamoru finally got the idea that he was most likely going to leave this battle beaten to a bloody pulp.. or worse.. He loosened his tie as he felt himself starting to sweat.

A war cry was let loose as Haruka and Makoto charged.

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"Umm.. guys? Where'd Makoto go?"

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End of Chapter 12.

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Authors Note: MWAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! It's done!!! IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!!!! CHAPTER 12 HAS FINALLY BEEN RELEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dodges all the angry flames from the reviews who have been waiting for more than four months for the new chapter* Hey!!! Calm down!! I have chapter 13 started and after that is the epilogue! Hehe, wow, can you believe that this story took this long to finish? I was expecting this to be down the summer of 2002! Hehe.. ah well! Please forgive me! Writer's Blocks totally suck ass man. Especially going past one and then you need your inspiration back! Thanks for all the encouragement (*cough*) ..or rather death threats (*coughCrazygurl70cough*)! They honestly did spur me on to continue. Kudo's to the lovely reviews! I luv them all! I know I don't have the usual acknowledgement I usually give to the reviewers, but I promise I will give each and every one a comment next chapter!

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SCENES FROM THE NEXT CHAPTER..

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[1] Minako wheezed, stopping for the fourth time the past 10 minutes for a quick breath of air. She didn't realize until now that the kitchen was a pretty fair distance from the front door.

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[2] "STUPID DOG! This is MY pie! GET YOUR OWN!"

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[3] "They call it a DOOR for a reason!"

"Hmph! Fei-chan, I already know why they call it a door!"

"Oh really? Why?"

"Well the person was actually going to say it was ADORABLE, but he only said the first part and the other part didn't come out right. Get it? A door? Adorable?"

-[awkward silence]-

"Baka Maxwell."

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[4] Heero promptly lifted his gun and shot Duo in the foot.

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