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[Day 3] Room 231; Where is Wu Fei?
Topic Started: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:01 pm (384 Views)
Milliardo Peacecraft
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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After his spar in the gym on Day 2 Milliardo avoided class altogether, hit the showers, watched a small performance at the school's theater involving the signing of the Magna Carta by the biggest and most obese students he had ever seen, and then returned to his dorm room for the rest of the night. A few of his fangirls/fanboys had stopped by to congratulate him on his newly acquired position as captain of the fencing team. He had invited them in (which he felt would be all right, considering Wu Fei wasn't around) and listened to the fellow Freshmen discuss their first days of class. Some had botany courses, while others complained of more boring schedules like Calculus and English. It was when a student mentioned a Korean boy falling into a pool that he snapped out of his dazed and polite listening to inquire:

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

"Um, I don't know-" said the sprightly redhead, "he looked pretty Asian. Robes and funny slippers and the like."

"Was he all right?"

"Oh yes," exclaimed the blond with the nice rack. "Mister Kushrenada saved him! It was amazing, he is so brave and handsome and my personal God. Do you know Mister Kushrenada, Milliardo? He has nice teeth like you do..."

Milliardo blinked at the mention of Treize and tried his best not to pin the woman down and interrogate her on Treize's whereabouts. "So, you know Treize?"

"Mister Kushrenada? His Majesty? His Excellency, His Greatness, His Godliness? I sure do. But I am afraid he is unachievable for such a lowly mortal such as me. That's why I am here right now."

Milliardo snorted. "So I am second rate?"

"Basically, yes."


"Get out."

"Huh?"

"I said get out. All of you."

"Sheesh, was it something I said?"

SLAM!

"Women..." Milliardo grumbled as he leaned against the door, listening to the voices of his departing visitors die off in the distance. He flopped down on Wu Fei's bed, too annoyed to try and hop up on the top bunk. In doing so he crumpled the poor Chinese boy's perfectly made bed. He would fix it later, however, knowing that Wu Fei had met with Treize he wasn't so sure the little bugger would be alive.

He thought on this while he dozed off, only to spar with the Sandman in his sleep until day 3.
If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute.
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Milliardo Peacecraft
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"I don't think this is such a good idea," Zechs felt his heart skip a beat as his comrade grabbed his arm and pulled him into the 4th level Junior's hangar. He knew what they were about to do was wrong, and that hiding in secret like this disobeying direct orders to stay in the dorms could result in time in the brig or expulsion. Somehow his friend didn't seem to care. But then again, Zechs had never seen him fear authority. Ever since joining the academy, Zechs always looked to HIM as a member of authority.

He is my commanding officer, he attempted to justify. However, deep down he knew he couldn't make too many excuses for what they were about to do. It was wrong, and completely against orders.

"Quiet, there is someone here," Zechs heard Him say faintly. In the darkness he could feel Him press a hand against the chest of his uniform to firmly pin him against the nearest steel riveted wall. The heavy, hallow sound of boots walking purposefully across the hangar pounded his ears. He sucked in a deep breath and stared into the near darkness of the hangar at a dark humanoid figure nearby. It was an MP patrolling the area. The dim yellow cone of light from his flashlight panned ahead of him as he exited the hold from a side entrance. Silence followed for a cold eternity before He spoke.

"All right. That was the 1230 security round. He won't be back until 0115, so we will have plenty of time."

Zechs nodded and felt the pressure of His hand free him. He watched as his comrade slipped through the darkness and towards the nearest massive crouching figure in the hangar. With a few taps of his boots and a jump Zechs saw Him enter the Junior Corps training Leo. The distinctive hum of the internal boosters warming up echoed through the room but somehow didn't seem to break the silence. Zechs could feel his palms oozing with sweat beneath his black gloves and his own breathing echo in his ears from within his helmet.

I can't do this...

Zechs took a hesitant step forward.

This is wrong. This is against orders...

"Hurry, Zechs."

But what had He ever done to hurt him? Everyone else had hurt him at some point. His parents, his own countrymen, his fellow classmates. All befriending this young man had ever done for Zechs was move him up in rank, help him gain confidence, and assisted him in creating a comfortable persona to play. When everyone else looked down on him for wearing a mask He was the only one who supported him. He stopped the rumors. He was the one who helped him to keep his secret.

Zechs believed in Him. He owed Him blind loyalty. It was the only thing he had.

"Yes, Sir."

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Milliardo grunted at the blaring whine of his alarm clock. He rolled over and buried his blond head under his pillow and groaned.

BEEP BEEP BEEP WAKE UP YOU LAZY FUCK BEEP BEEP BEEP

He cracked open one eye and fumbled clumsily around for his cell phone which he had used as an alarm clock. After a minute of desperate searching he found it under his stomach, beeping menacingly. After disabling it he checked his voicemail.

Message One, "Hi, Mill. This is Doctor Acton checking in with you -insert date- at 0800. I was just calling to check on your progress at the school. How are your classes? Have you had any interesting experiences? We need to touch base to plan another appointment sometime this weekend. You can call me back at blah blah blah blah, extension 6. Hope to hear from you soon."

Message Two, "Milliardo, this is Relena. I was just calling to check up on you. I hope you're having a great time at college. Try to behave, the press is having a field day. My PR woman called me and said a British Tabloid has an article about you and some interview with a girl named Katrina. Or was it Allison? No, wait... I think it was both. Anyway, please don't shame our family name? Hope you have a good day, and if you see Heero can you have him call me? He won't answer any of my e-mails. Thanks!"

Message Three, "Hey, Zechs. This is Noin, I just wanted to say-" he immediately deleted the message and dropped the phone on his bed with a grunt. He then lazily stretched and peered around the room. Wu Fei was nowhere to be found. Now he was getting worried. He hoped that the little guy was all right. Maybe he should go look for him?

He nodded to himself, rubbed his disheveled head with a hand and got up. After a few feline stretches he pulled on some clothes, brushed out his hair, jammed his feet into his shoes and tucked in his shirt. Looking clean, pristine and obnoxiously handsome as ever - he made his way out into the dorm hall and outside. He had his first cosmetology class this morning. He would head in that direction, and keep an eye out for Wu Fei Chang in the process.

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If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute.
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Zhang Wu Fei
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<<   [ Time leap from Day 1 ]

A cup of tea from the Deck 3 replicator  third floor communal kitchen in hand and a rugsack over his left shoulder, Wu Fei sat down on the lower bunk, eyeing his newly obtained class schedule – thus unaware of the less than impeccable state of his bed. He scoffed as he recalled how accommodating the Roster Woman had been once he'd shown her a sample of his persuasive skills; all of a sudden it hadn't seemed a problem at all to piece together a new timetable for  ICUP's most driven student.

Somehow –while knowing it wrong on many, many levels– he felt invigorated. Even in his wildest dreams he had not dared reviving his archenemy and accepting the man as his  shīfu – but Khushrenada was  alive, and had agreed to train Wu Fei in the noble art of killing him.

Memories of their brief get-together at the Golden Crane Tea House filled his gut with a pleasant tingly sensation every time he allowed his mind to wander.  Distracting, really.

But, all in all, Wu Fei had reason to be content. Day 2 and the morning of Day 3 had been busy indeed; obtaining a new and improved class schedule, as well as a replacement for Zechs', had been the final task on Wu Fei's To Do-list. While his Cardboard Cutout had been suffering the ministrations of a worried desert prince, the Real Deal had procured replacement jacket and shoes, taken his sword out of storage locker at London Central, and collected an apron and duty roster from his new employer.   Not an easy task – said employer had come into existence during the time of Máo Zédōng's reign, and certainly smelled the part. Fortunately, nobody relevant had witnessed how Wu Fei had lost the struggle to keep himself from fainting… nobody that couldn't be threatened into taking that information to the grave, at least.


As for Zechs; it appeared Wu Fei had missed him again. From the look of it, the Lightning Count had been here recently to make himself feel more at home. Countless boxes and pieces of furniture were cramping their living space. He gulped his tepid tea down, deciding they would have to have words about this. While not allergic to comfort and a dash of luxury, the Chinese scholar was unaccustomed to the excessive decadence his roommate was planning to integrate into their quarters.

A full-length object opposite the bed showed the image of a well-dressed shrub. Wu Fei scowled at the mirror, mentally cursing that inadequate  Panda Friends Super Shimmer All-In-One Shampoo And Conditioner-product for making his hair appear even greener than it had been on Day 1. And shinier to boot.

Stopping a stray thought of getting a make-over in its tracks, he got up, dropped his rugsack, and put Zechs' schedule on the top bunk.   Now, all he had to do was review the campus map on page 31 of the informational booklet and find his way to Music Education class…

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