Part Three
The floating camera that had been following the trio moved on ahead, looking at the park entrance. There sat Duo, carefully studying a chalk drawing on the concrete in front of him. There were several there, in fact. Each on depicting a quaint scene of country and people. The braided youth picked out a yellow colored chalk and made a fine line.
"There," he said. "Perfect." He looked up to the camera as it watched him. "Hello art lovers!" Duo made a dive for the camera, ready to glomp it as he had previously. But the camera and learned it's lesson and flew up out of reach.
"Oh, well. Any way." Duo took a deep breath and started to sing. "Today I'm a scriber, and as you can see, a scriber's an artist-" He paused, looking at one of the chalk drawings. He took a stick and brushed off an offensive rock. "-of highest degree! An' it's all me own work! From me own memory!"
Duo stood up as he examined the art at his feet. He paused, looking at it as if for the first time. "Wow," he muttered. Then he turned to the camera. "I do good work, don't I?"
Image popped up at that last insult, walked up behind the braided offender, grabbed the kumi and pulled. Duo yelped and bent backwards, balancing precariously on one foot as he looked up to his would be attacker. Image smacked him.
"Who does good work Mister 'I-can't-do-this-I-need-Image's-help'?"
Mirror made her appearance. "And while we're at it. About disclosing information prematurely back in part one." The older twin pulled a mallet out of hammer space and bonked the braided youth that Image held. The two promptly disappeared. No longer able to keep his balance, Duo faulted onto the sidewalk, thankfully landing on his posterior.
"Itaiiiiiiiii," he mumbled. Grumbling, he got up and rubbed various sore spots. "So I an only draw stick figures…" Duo got up slowly and looked at the calk pictures. One picture in particular caught his attention. It was a picture frame that Image had left blank. He'd noticed the peculiarity earlier, but had passed it off as artist's idiosyncrasies.
"What was that?" Image's voice demanded.
"Oh, nothing!" Duo said cheerily. As he now looked at the frame, he saw a distinct silhouette perfectly positioned in the center. It was that of a head (obviously) with wild, tousled hair.
"Wait, wait!" Duo shouted to the person making the shadow. "Don't move a muscle." He quickly grabbed a black chalk and began to trace. He looked errantly to the sky. "At least I can do this much!" he shouted.
"Watch you mouth," Image's voice was once again audible. "Or else I get to redesign Deathscythe."
"You wouldn't!!"
"Watch me."
Paling, Duo returned dutifully to drawing the silhouette. Once finished, he looked up with an overly bright smile on his face. "I'd know that hair anywhere! Heero Yuy!!!" True to form, Heero did stand before him, looking utterly bored.
"I see you're still alive," he stated.
"Oi, Heero, is that any way to treat your … best friend?" he said cheerily. Then, behaving as only Duo would, he glomped Heero, making all sorts of happy noises and giggles. Heero in the meantime found the situation to be very similar to when Relena had found him
He stated as much.
Duo bounced back in shock. "You'd dare compare me to Relena??" He turned his back to the nanny. "That was low."
"So were you just now."
Duo flushed visibly. "Ya, well … uhm."
"I expect you know Trowa and Quatre," Heero said after an awkward silence.
Duo turned to face said boys. "Hiya guys. I haven't seen you around for a while. Last time you were chasing a kite I think. For a little while, anyway."
Both flushed slightly, another awkward silence befalling the group.
"Heero's taking us to the park," Quatre murmured finally.
Duo looked up at Heero and then gave a very wicked smile.
"To the park?" he asked Quatre. "Really?"
"It's out latest mission," Trowa explained.
Duo shook his head. "Other nannies take children to the park. Heero probably has much bigger plans. Something involving explosives, I think."
Heero snorted. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Duo's grin merely widened. "Here, let me show you." He motioned the two boys to follow him as he walked over to one of Image's chalk drawings. He pointed to one that depicted a man in a boat paddling with a long stick, a woman sitting at the other end. "See?" Duo asked. "Punting on the Thames. Now that's good if you want an outing." He grabbed the stick he'd been using earlier. Borrowing a page from Dick Van Dyke, he pantomimed the punting, complete with sound effects. And of course, he was every bit the ham that the original character was.
"I thought punting was only done in Italy?" Trowa asked softly.
Duo paused in mid punt, thinking. "You know, I always thought so too." He shot his head up to the sky. "Oi, Mirror! How come it's the Thames?"
"Don't ask me, I have no idea," Mirror replied.
Quatre walked down the row of pictures, looking at all of them. Two of them caught his attention keenly. One was of the colonies in space. The other, Quatre knew, was supposed to be his choice. He privately preferred the colonies, but he wasn't writing this story.
"If you please," Quatre interrupted politely. "I'd much rather go there." Duo and Trowa looked over to where he was pointing. The chalk picture was that of an English countryside.
"Now that's a place to go for an outing," Duo said, his evil grin coming to surface again. "See, you can't see it, but there's a little country circus down the road and behind the hill."
"Circus?" Trowa asked, his eyes faintly sparkling with interest. He leaned over Quatre's shoulder to see the picture. "I don't see a road."
Duo looked as well. "What, no road?" He went to grab a chalk but Image once again popped up, grabbing the item out of his hand.
"I'm not about to let you touch this," Image said tartly. She then proceeded to draw in a road, complete with bridge over a small stream in the picture. The artist grabbed a few other colored chalks and continued to work on it. Once she was satisfied, she was gone.
"There," Duo said. "Perfect for travel and high adventure." He looked up to Heero. "How about it?" he asked, the devilish grin once again on his face.
"Oh, please Heero," Quatre pleaded.
"Please," added Trowa."
Heero scowled. "I'm not about to make a spectacle of myself," he said, turning his head.
"Fine," Duo said. "I'll do it myself!"
Heero gaped at him. "Do what?"
"Bit of magic." The braided youth stood up and grabbed Trowa and Quatre's hand. "Now, first you think. Then you wink. Give a double blink. Give the patented Heero Yuy Glare of Death ™ …" Duo made a face that looked nothing like it. Quatre tried to give the glare, but only managed to cross his eyes. Trowa's expression didn't change at all. "And jump!" The three did so, landing on Image's poor chalk painting instead of in.
Trowa looked over to Duo. "Was something supposed to happen?"
"Utter nonsense," Heero muttered. "You'd think you'd've learned this by now. He walked over to the end of the line and grabbed Quatre's hand. "I think it's ingrained in your system to make everything complicated. Watch carefully this time. One. Two Three. Jump!"
The foursome leapt into the air and this time landed in the chalk painting.
Well finally. . .
As everyone knows, jumping inside a chalk picture tends to make people dusty. The chalk, you understand. So once everyone was in, they had to pause to dust themselves (or each other) off. Also as everyone knows, when you jump into chalk pictures, you change clothes. Except it you're Heero Yuy. He kept his green tank tom and black shorts. His umbrella gun got a little frillier, but that was about it. Duo, dressed originally in shabby attire and black baseball hat, was now in a smart priest's outfit, complete with collar, straw hat, and wooden cane. Trowa, first dressed in a brown boy's suit, had changed into a tight fitting pair of jeans and a clown shirt. Quatre had been in pink and purple, and now he still was, albeit a lot fancier.
"Heero Yuy, you look be-autiful!" Duo complimented his fellow pilot.
Heero scowled. "Yeah right."
"No I'm serious. Like the day I met you. Of course I was busy shooting at you at the time, but you still look great."
Heero looked at the braided youth and finally muttered a thank you. "You look better than before too," he said begrudgingly. "At least a whole lot cleaner."
"Excuse me," Trowa said, interrupting the pair. "I thought you said there was a circus?"
Duo smiled. "So I did. Over the hill and down the road, remember? Tell'm I sent you an' you'll get a discount."
Quatre beamed. "Come on, Trowa! I hear a merry-go-round!!" The two ran off down the road.
"Don't fall and smudge the drawing!" Heero called after them. "Image'll kill you!" Then he added quietly, "And so will I."
Duo looked at his partner in crime. "What for?"
"If those two get into the wrong kind of trouble, the whole cast gets a ride in my Gundam." Heero shuddered at the thought.
"Hn. Come one, let's go for a walk." Duo latched on to the nanny's arm as they walked, or rather kicked, their way down the road. Incidentally, it was in the opposite direction as Trowa and Quatre. The two explored the countryside, passing by farms, deer, turtles, and birds that were all singing praise to Heero. Duo tried to join in a few times, but Heero gave his patented Glare of Death™ and the American kept his mouth shut.
They finally came to a bridge. They paused on it and looked down into the stream. The pair stayed that was for several minutes, looking at each other in the water.
"Well," said a voice from behind. Heero and Duo whirled around to see Mirror sitting on the opposite rail of the bridge. "I guess Relena will be the first one to get a ride in you're mobile suit. She's the first one to appear in the series."
"You can't make me," Heero gulped. His face turned a very snowy white.
Mirror just smile. "I'll go get her now." She disappeared.
Heero sighed and looked to Duo. "Cover your ears."
"What?"
"Cover you're ears. I'm about to sing."
Duo blinked as the information processed in his head. Then his face lit up. "Not a chance! The only time I get to hear you sing is when you're cold drunk. I gotta hear this!"
Heero groaned and said something unrepeatable. Then he took a deep breath.
"It's a jolly holiday with Duo. Idiots like you are few."
"We Shinegami are a vanishing breed."
"Though you're just a baka in the rough, Duo. Underneath you're blood is red."
Duo blinked. "I thought the line was 'blue'? It rhymes better."
"Do you want me to cut you and find out?"
Duo paled. "No. That's okay."
Heero continued to sing. "You never think of pressing your advantage. Forbearance is the hallmark of you creed!"
"Just what does that mean?"
"A Yuy'd better fear, when you are near. You're ma-nic psy-cho-sis is crystal clear. It's a jolly holiday with Duo. A jolly, jolly holiday with you."
Duo beamed at all the compliments.
After Duo got Heero to think of something else than his victimized Gundam, they decided to stop at a fancy looking café.
"Oh, waiter!" Duo shouted to the top of his lungs. He then put a hand to his ear and listened to an annoying sound of a kazoo (?) as four chibis dressed as penguins raced out of the café to set up their table. Upon closer inspection, the chibi's were Walker, Otto, Alex, and Muller.
Heero glared at them. "What are Oz soldiers doing here?"
Duo put a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. "Relax, Heero. Relax and enjoy. Right guys?"
"Order what you will," chibi Walker sang.
"There'll be no bill," added chibi Otto.
Then they all sang, "It's complementary!"
Heero smirked. "Arigatoo."
"Anything for you, Heero Yuy," chibi Alex whimpered. "If not, you'll kill us."
"Right you are," Duo said cheerily. "You know, he does all sorts of weird and sometimes sick things when the mood strikes him. He doesn't even have to be angry." The American cast a sidelong glance and saw Heero looking indifferent at the inflation of his reputation.
"It's true that Midas and Sybil have ways that are winning,
And Prudence and Gwendell and Secher are spinning.
Phoebe's delightful. Maude is disarming-"
"Janis? Felicia? Lydia?" added the chibis.
"Charming!" Duo noticed Heero looking very dark. Grinning, he pressed on. "Cynthia's dashing, Vivian sweet.
Stephanie smashing Pricilla a treat!"
"Veronica, Midithes, Agnes, and Jane?"
"Convivial company time and again!" Heero was making some very animal noises by now. Duo pressed on.
"Dorkas and Phyllis and Glinass assorts,
I will agree are three jolly good sports.
But crème of the crop, tip of the top,
Is Heero Yuy and there we stop!"
Grinning, Duo turned to his pal and suddenly was eye level with a frilly umbrella gun.
"Omae o korosu!"
"Oh, my. Heero," Duo said glibly. "I do believe you're jealous!"
"Omae o korosu!"
Duo grinned and sat up. He grabbed the salt for no reason and started tossing it around the ground, giving a fancy step as he did so. Fearing not to, the Chibi Penguin Oz Soldiers joined in. Actually, it turned into a very nice dancing line, performing all sorts of fancy tricks of footwork. Sadly, though, the Chibi Penguin Oz Soldiers had very short legs, and couldn't quite make up for the high kicks Duo was flashing around. It was getting downright difficult to keep up with the dancing maniac.
Fortunately, Duo saw what was happening. Another one of his wicked grins appeared on his face.
"Oh well," he said. "Guess I'll just have to get me some penguin pants."
He reached for his belt.
"ABSOLUTLEY NOT!!!!!" Both twins appeared and restrained the manic youth, pulling him to the ground and wrestling to keep his hands away from his clothes. The floating camera, meanwhile, forgot to stop taping. It instead zoomed in to hear what was being said.
"There will me NO mooning in this fic!" shouted one of the twins.
"But how come?" Duo mumbled, unable to wrestle free from the pair.
"This fic is supposed to be tasteful you clot!" the other twin answered.
"You're not doing a good job then are you?" Out of camera range, Heero's voice filtered in.
The twins looked in his direction and gave him a perfect imitation Heero Yuy Glare of Death™. "YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!!!" The struggle continued before Mirror finally snapped her fingers and Duo was suddenly "given" the penguin pants.
"Now then," she breathed. "Lets try that again."
The twins disappeared and left Duo and the Chibi Penguin Oz Soldiers to continue their erratic, if amusing, dance. But unfortunately, since the floating camera never cut, it ran out of film just as the dance started.
"Oi, Heero. Alone at last, ne?"
**ahem** Once the floating camera got some more film and was turned on again, before it's lens were the four pilots on the merry-go-round that Quatre had heard before. It was far from your run of the mill merry-go-round. Instead of horses, it had instead Chibi Gundams. Each boy was on the appropriate mecha, holding the preferred weapon with pleasure. For example, Heero was aboard his Wing Gundam and playfully aiming at things with the buster rifle. Duo, upon Deathscythe, had traded in his straw had and wooden stick for the scythe, flaying it around with skill. Trowa, atop Heavyarms, was examining his gattling gun and loading in ammo. Quatre was enjoying himself on Sandrock as he played with his scythes. If you held them just right, they looked like a heart …
They circled around each other, enjoying themselves.
"Very nice," Duo said, a goofy grin on his face. He leaned back. "Very nice indeed." He glanced over to the nanny. "If you don't want to go anywhere."
Heero took the bait and fell for yet another skillful manipulation by the braided American. "Who says we're not going anywhere?" the Japanese pilot asked indignantly. He leaned over and knocked on the guard door as he passed it with his rifle. A shade went up to reveal Mrs. Darlian at the controls.
"As you wish, Yuy-san." She pulled a lever and as the Chibi Gundams came full circle, they bounced off the merry-go-round and took off down the countryside. This of course surprised Trowa and Quatre, as the two boys were still new to Heero's powers, but Duo took it all in stride, happily confident he could get the spandex clad boy to do almost whatever he wanted.
The four rode down the countryside, bouncing this way and that, admiring Image's talent with chalk at they passed rolling hills, blue skies, and fertile forests.
Trowa pulled up beside Quatre. "You know," the green eyed boy said. "Our rides are fully armed. We could have a sparring match." Duo overheard the comment and silently spurred his Gundam forward, catching up with Heero and Wing.
"I don't think so," Quatre said as they rode along. "We really shouldn't be fighting each other, you know? We have enough enemies as it is, what with Quinze, Relena, Oz, and everyone else. And let's not forget we're not supposed to ruin Image's drawing."
Trowa nodded at the logic. "True." A slight smile curled the boy's lips. "It would have been interesting though," he said, "To see who would win between the two of us."
Quatre's face gave a flushed grin. "I think you already know the answer to that, don't you."
Trowa was about to say something, but the pair was interrupted by an explosion. They pulled their Chibi Gundams to a halt and looked up in surprise.
Before them stood a life size Wing and Deathscythe, poised and ready to kick the other's mechanical rear.
"Omae o korosu!" Heero's voice shouted through the speakers.
"Tsk tsk, you've already used that line in this chapter. And recently too. Can't you come up with more original material?" That of course was Duo. Who else would it have been?
Trowa and Quatre exchanged glances.
"This doesn't look good, does it?"
"Not at all. Should we try to stop them?"
"Feel free to try. But I wouldn't suggest it."
"I agree." The two boys started to discreetly withdraw from the would-be battlefield and into the nearby woods. They carefully navigated their way through the forestry, careful not to announce the presence of their Chibi Gundams. They stopped when they heard a siren. It sounded as if an Oz base was just being attacked, though they knew it was more likely Duo and Heero duking it out. The urged their Chibi Gundams to move a little faster. They reached a bridge and crossed it in a hurry. Finally reaching the edge of the forest, they emerged right back where they started. In front of Deathscythe and Wing.
"How did that happen?"
"I'm not sure."
"Oh, that was us," came the voice of Mirror. "We can't have you spending to much time away from grown ups, can we? Besides, we want you to see this."
Sighing, the pair rode their Chibi Gundams to a defendable position. Trowa made sure his gattling gun was loaded, and Quatre started heating up his hand held scythes. The two boys prepared for the worst as Heero and Duo traded threats with each other. After the two started repeating themselves, they readied their Gundams for actual battle.
Rather dramatically, the two life size Gundams darted straight for each other. They were about to meet in a thunderous crash when the earlier Oz sounding siren reasserted itself. The noise was much closer this time, and the two life sized Gundams, along with the two Chibi Gundams, looked to see what all the commotion was about.
Off in the distance, a blurred figure came racing towards them. Trowa and Quatre got ready for an attack. Deathscythe managed to look surprised. And Wing, if possible, looked ticked that its fight was interrupted. Wing took aim with its buster rifle and fired. Hot yellow energy shot out and flew at the dark, menacing object that was approaching them at such speed. The thing swerved, attempting to dodge he shot, but Heero's aim was too good. This is Heero we're talking about. The shot nicked the dark red object and it went flying out of control. It flew this way and that, much like a balloon that's just been popped. It shot past them and off into the distance.
Wing turned calmly back to Deathscythe, who had a large sweat drop painted on its faceplate.
"Where were we?" Heero asked from his cockpit.
"Nani? Oh. I was just about to kick your butt," Duo answered. Though no one could see inside the cockpit, the boy had a patented wicked grin on is face. He was going to enjoy this.
The two life-size Gundams backed up a ways and then stood poised, like they had before, and once again they darted straight toward each other. And once again, just as they were about to collide, that red mobile suit got in the way. More specifically, this time it rammed, however accidentally, into Wing. Such a collision finally made it stop long enough fro Trowa and Quatre, who were still hiding with their Chibi Gundams in their defendable spot, to identify the MS.
"Isn't that Epyon?" Quatre asked.
Trowa's reply was drowned out by a cry of outright rage from Heero's speakers as Wing aimed his buster rifle again and shot at Epyon at point blank range. I don't care what that suit's made of, nothing can withstand a ticked off Heero. Several pieces of Epyon suddenly came flying off, petrified of being blasted (A spoonful of gunpowder does make you self destruct, remember?). The poor mobile suit fell to the ground, defeated. Duo and Heero stepped out of their Gundams to inspect the wreck. Trowa and Quatre came out of their hiding place to see as well. But they were two close to the ground to get a good look at anything, so they took Duo's lifeline and joined the braided pilot.
"Oi, Heero. You killed him," the American said.
Heero shrugged from Wing. "He was annoying me."
The three other pilot's sweat dropped.
The dead Epyon suddenly made a noise. Heero pulled out a gun, as did Duo and Trowa, and Quatre hid behind his "brother". The red mobile suit's cockpit opened up slowly. It could only do so part way, since it had been blasted to bits. A smaller red blur whooshed out of the cockpit and raced up Wing and started to climb up Heero.
"Hide me! Hide me! Hide me!" the little red thing said.
Heero finally managed to grab the thing by the tail. It turned out to be a fox. A Chibi little red fox that wore a gray mask and had a platinum streak of fur down it's back.
"Hide me! Hide me! Hide me!"
"Zechs?! What are YOU doing here?"
The fox looked over to the Wing pilot. "I'm playing Hide and Seek. I'm it, and I don't intend to loose. Now hide me! Hide me! Hide me!"
"Hide you?" Trowa called from Deathscythe's platform. "From whom?"
At that moment, right on cue, that siren blasted itself for a third time. The four pilots looked in its direction, and Chibi Fox Zechs squirmed harder in Heero's grip, trying to break free and run. But then again, in Heero's tight fist, he wasn't going anywhere.
As the siren approached, a greenish colored Aires became visible. It landed softly, missing Chibi Heavyarms and Chibi Sandrock by mere inches as it did so.
"I've got you now Zechs!"
Heero had never heard the voice before, but Duo, Trowa, and Quatre had.
"Is that--?" asked Duo.
The Aires' cockpit opened to reveal:
"Constable Noin???" all three pilots on Deathscythe exclaimed. Duo added, "What are you doing here?"
"Playing Hide and Seek with Zechs," she replied. Noin nimbly climbed up Wing and petted the Chibi Fox. "Gotcha," she whispered.
"I lost!" Zech shouted. "I hate loosing! I demand a rematch! Just let me get in my Tallgeese and you'll see some REAL action!! I'll even handicap myself!!" The fox turned to his captor. "Heero, let me go!"
Heero, meanwhile, completely dumbstruck by the entire scenario, didn't say anything. He considered his options.
"If you give him to me, I'll make sure he doesn't interrupt you again," Noin said softly, eyeing her prey with a keen eye.
Heero took that in. Shrugging he tossed the fox to the Constable. "Here."
Noin grabbed Chibi Fox Zechs and snuggled him tight. "You can handicap yourself in the next game. Which I think we should play just as soon as we're out of this chalk painting. Don't you agree?" she cooed. She petted the little fox behind the ears.
"And what's our next game?" the masked fox said.
Noin whispered something in his ear, and the red fox suddenly got even redder. A canine smile crossed his face. "Good choice," he said in a low voice. He hopped up onto Noin's shoulder and sat there, rubbing his mask against her hair. The pair climbed down Wing and back into Noin's Aires. The engine's ignited and it took off into the chalky blue sky, never to bee seen again for the rest of the fic.
"Well that was pointless," said Duo. The boy shrugged. "So, where to next?"
"Before anyone answers that," said Trowa. "Could you either shrink your Gundams down or have ours grow. Otherwise it will be very difficult for us to keep up with you."
Heero thought about it. "Fine," he said. The boy snapped his fingers and everything returned to their normal Chibi selves. Smiling, the two brothers climbed aboard their Chibi Mobile Suits and the four once again took to riding down the countryside. The fox hunt over, there was only one more item on the itinerary.
The four bounced up and down the road until they came to a large bush, stretched out to act as a wall. Trowa and Quatre paused in front of it, unsure what to do. But Heero knew what was beyond those leaves and simply leapt right over it. It was easy for him, since even Chibi Wing could fly. Once he did so, he found himself in the middle of a track of some kind.
"Oi, Heero! Wait for me!" That was Duo as he too leapt over the leafy wall. Just as soon as he landed, Heero took off down the track. "Hey, where are you going?"
"Look behind you, baka!" Heero called over his shoulder. The braided youth did so and found himself dead in the path of a heard of horses, topped with riders, as they raced toward him and his Chibi Gundam. Yelping and cursing, Duo ignited Chibi Deathscythe's thrusters and lifted himself up over the race. As the last of the horses raced under him, Trowa and Quatre entered through a gate. Leave it to them to be sensible about these things.
Anyway, Heero raced ahead of the other horses. It was not even close. Heero crossed the finish line first, no questions asked. The review board watching the race, commented on how it was an excellent time, a perfect day for it of course. All the normal things people comment on after seeing a race. After receiving the trophy and the flowers (which were promptly thrown away), Heero was swarmed by reporters asking all sorts of questions. Hey, it's the thing reporter's do. Someone asked if he had any words to say.
The stoic pilot shrugged. "Not particularly." He glanced over to Duo, who was sitting on a guardrail as Trowa and Quatre ate candied apples.
True to form, the braided pilot hopped off the fence and marched over to him.
"What are you talking about? There's a perfect word for just such an occasion!"
Now who was manipulating whom here?
Heero inwardly grinned as he continued to bait the other pilot. "And what word is that?"
Duo took a deep breath.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's supercalifragilisticexpialidosious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious. If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidosious!!"
"That's enough of that," Heero interrupted before the song could continue. He pointed his frilly umbrella gun up to the sky, and with a spoonful of gunpowder, it suddenly turned very gray. And it started raining. Grinning, Heero opened up his umbrella gun and motion for everyone to get under it. Once they did, they watched with a slightly sad look as the chalk painting, that Image had worked so hard on, slowly smudged and smeared; becoming nothing more that a colored mess on the concrete pavement before them.
"I hope that was supposed to happen," Duo said. His voice was a little tight with nervousness. "If it wasn't, Image'll find a way to kill me."
"Then change business," Trowa suggested.
"Yes," agreed Quatre. "This would be great chestnut weather. Whatever that means."
Duo nodded. Heero lead the other children back home as Duo picked up the chalks. Image really WOULD kill him if he ruined them. But he still couldn't help having fun. He started kicking the wet drawing around, sliding the chalk around the sidewalk. He walked off into the park, humming away.
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