The Birds III



Silence settled heavily over the room, suffocating the stoic gundam boys.
One of whom couldn’t take it any longer. 

“Why won’t someone say something?” Quatre pleaded. 

“ What the hell….” 

“ You said that already.” 

Five boys resumed their vigilance on the porch, their hesitant eyes 
glancing ever so often at the birds littering their stoop. Wufei coughed 
nervously. 

“ Yuy, where’s Maxwell?” 

Heero’s head snapped up as he remembered the braided pilot. “ He’s 
somewhere out there. He was gathering firewood, and then I heard a shot.”
 

“Ninmu Ryoukai.” 

Trowa sweatdroped as a familiar gleam graced to the cobalt gaze. “ So 
I’m assuming we’re going to split up, and run around the woods looking 
for Duo.” 

“Hai.” 

“Kuso!” Wufei let out a muffled curse,” I knew my vacation would be 
spent chasing that baka!” 


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Ten minutes later found the gundam boys separated throughout the woods, 
the night darker than ever. 

Quatre struggled through the underbrush, cuts and abrasions lining his 
legs. < I knew I should of wore pants. Damn these khakis! > 

Suddenly Quatre froze, feeling a strange tightening in his chest. A 
clicking sound started right behind his ear and he turned abruptly, 
only to be pulled to the ground by a rush of black feathers. 

“AHHHHHH!” 


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Trowa paused in his climb, head titled to the side in concentration.
< Did I hear something? > After a moment of silence, he shook his head 
and resumed his climb, up and up the tree. His plan was, as the case 
might be, to spot Duo from the heights of the trees, therefore getting 
home in time for a little nooky with Quatre. It wasn’t working exactly 
according to plan, however, since the tree seemed to be moving a great 
deal more than a tree should. Sighing a frustrated sigh, he turned 
around to look at the moon or where it was supposed to be , and seeing 
nothin but the wing span of a great bird. 

“Hn.” 

Trowa and the bird gazed at each other stoic like, neither one wanting 
to be shown up by the other. Five minutes passed along slowly and Trowa 
sweatdroped at the realization that this bird had been stoic with the 
best of them. Finally, though, after long and weary battle, the bird 
broke gaze with Trowa to preen it’s feathers in embarrassment. Trowa let 
out a little smile, until he saw a second bird settle gently on his 
branch, no more than a foot from his face. Trowa sweatdropped. 


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“Where’s the justice!!” 

Loud stomping and yelling could be heard throughout the forest as Wufei 
hurried on in his search to find Maxwell. His belly rumbled at him in 
hunger and he cursed himself, the world, but most of all…Maxwell. 

“ Wait til I get my hand on that braid of his…Like a woman! A braid just 
like a woman!” 

Lost in his thoughts and heated by his anger, he barely noticed the 
chill of the wind that suddenly rushed throughout the trees. He stopped 
suddenly, silence reigned except for the sound of the wind, but then 
broke down as a new noise filled the area. The sound of wings. 

Wufei opened his mouth in indignation then closed it up just as tightly 
as he saw the visage of a bird carving into the tree in front of him. 

J-U-S-T-I- 

“NOOOOO!!!!” 


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Heero rubbed his thumb over his gun again and again as he walked 
silently through the woods. The thought of the braided pilot he had 
fought so hard to have could be hurt was a hard pill to swallow. His 
eyes narrowed as he went over his options. It couldn’t be OZ, dead 
birds on their porch? Na, not their style. It had to be some kind of 
civilian prankster out for a good laugh. Heero smirked, well civilian 
prankster or not he’s gonna be in for a hell of a good laugh….his. 

“Bwahaha…” 

“Heero! Get off me!” 

Heero looked down in a daze to see Duo on the ground a gun clutched in 
one hand while the other struggled to get his hair out from under 
Heero’s foot. 

“Hn.” 

Where the hell have you been man! They’re everywhere!” 

Heero took in Duo’s feverish gaze and pat him on the back,” It’s okay 
Duo, it’s just some pranksters…” 

“No!” Duo wrenched himself from Heero’s grasp,” It’s not okay! 
It’s the birds Heero the birds! They’re out to get me! My hair Heero 
my…” 

Slap! 

Heero winced as Duo dropped to the ground like a rock. Slugging him over
 his shoulder he carried the deranged boy back to the cabin. 


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“EVERYBODY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!” 

Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and Heero ( with a Duo on his back) came crashing
 through the trees running for their lives to get to the cabin. Behind 
their backs a flock, no a swarm of birds descended on them trying, it 
seemed, to carry them away. Quatre hung on to Trowa in fright and Wufei 
swung his sword around and around, yelling to the top of his lungs. 

The door slammed as they made it into the house, and then there was 
silence. Quatre heaved a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh. Wufei 
burst out laughing, leaning on his sword in exhaustion. Trowa stared 
at the door in disbelief, and Heero glanced down at Duo in worry. Duo 
let out a groan. 

And all hell broke lose. 


To Be Continued…