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A Man Scorned

Part 7

Wufei idly waited outside the girls dorm room. For some reason, Duo's friends had draged her off into her room saying something about dressing her up. 'Feh. She doesn't need to dress up, it isn't like we're going out to some fancy place on a date.' Looking up at her window he shouted, "DUO!!!! You've got five minutes before I come up there after you!!!!"

A short haired brunette stuck her head out the window and yelled at him, "NO!! You can't do that! She's not ready yet!!"

Wufei ignored the girl and watched the clock inside the glass doors of the Dorm building. When five minutes passed he opened up the glass doors and headed up the stairs to Duo's room. Turning a corner he came up to her door and pounded on it harshly, "DUO!!!! Come out here, before I come in after you!!"

"NO!! We're not done!" Came a voice from the room.

Firmly griping the doorhandle he opened the door, only to stands there with his jaw unhinged and eyes as wide as saucers. "D.. duo........ Pink is NOT your color."




After what seemed like an eternity, Duo got all the makeup off her face, her hair into a regular braid, and something resembling her old priests uniform on. Although she had to wear a white spagetti strap tank top instead of her old white shirt, and her black coat open to allow room for that lil extra bit she'd grown in the last few months.

Ditching her friends they walked around campus discussing the fair that was a few days away.

"From what I've heard a couple of higher up Oz officials will be coming to see the festivities. And it will be the job of a few high school girls to show them around." Duo explained.

"Do you have any idea who they are?" Wufei asked.

"No. But with them here, everyone will be to busy trying to make everything perfect for their approval that we should be able to get the information needed and out of here before anyone notices."

Wufei nodded then turned to look in front of him as he walked. As soon as he looked straight ahead he stopped in his tracks. Duo looked at him in confusion, then looked ahead to what he was looking at. Down the sidewalk was standing Quatre, still as stone with three canned drinks in his arms

To Be Continued...

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