Ch11—I am supposed to be studying…

Out in the frontcourt, a suit, no, a guy mall uff, no, a guymelef did its rounds with three other of its kind, eighty soldiers, and some concerned citizens and probably a few spies, or at least that was what he guessed there would be. Other guymelefs and soldiers fought each other in mock duels in the practice fields over the city; he saw them earlier when he walked to the outside eating-place that was now used for eating and was near the guymelefs. He preferred the dining hall but Merle showed her claws and Wufei insisted on it. A faint sheen of blurry air aroused from the smithy where every single one of the furnaces was on full heat as the blacksmiths mended all the way from chain mail links to the parts of a guymelef. Citizens supposed to be at work were instead either boarding up windows or teaching the little ones how to act in cases of attacks.

Yep, this city, and country, was preparing for work, and Heero was still missing or… He shook his head from the thoughts; Heero wouldn’t betray him; Heero just would not, or would he? No, he called for help, damn it, help, not anything else, just help. He is crafty; he could do, that inner, annoying voice told him. No he wouldn’t, he snarled back before reminding himself that the voice wasn’t real, just made up. Heero had asked for help.

He pulled himself away from those betraying thoughts and into less personal but almost as important thoughts: was this country able in any matter defeat the Ziedian? He thought not, especially with the fact that this country’s soldiers were lost over a horizon in two minutes. Heero and Ziedian together were just too much for this country to handle. But if Heero escaped, could they do it with three of the gundam pilots on their side? Maybe, depending if Ziedian had the same quality suits as in his world, and if he and the rest of the gundam pilots could get suits better then them; they had suits in that vision… and Heero had beat all them, including him. But if Heero could be brought or bought back… they could win; they could win.

Duo sighed and turned away from the window; he wasn’t helping anyone by worrying himself to yucky wrinkles. Anyway, he should try and share up Van, poor Van. Every single one of Van’s many, many advisors decided that they were needed in the important military discussions happening in Asturia, so they all packed their backs and came here. Ten, thirty-five-room inns were crowded to the attics with the ones the palace couldn’t find a room for, or said they couldn’t find rooms for.

Everyone wished they had not come; they just caused the discussions to be trice as long as they should have been and kept on going to the important people’s rooms to talk late at night, according to a grumpy Van who had been hiding in the kitchen earlier that morning when Duo came around for a slightly past midnight snack after prowling the yards. One night screaming in pleasure with two to three others (and keeping the house awake with those screams) and the next hiding inside a kitchen closet must make one mad in both senses of the word.

“Hey Hitomi, you fine?” Van said as he looked at the stomach halfway covered with her hand. Twin dark shadows mired under his reddish eyes and a scratch mark near one from when Merle decided he should come to the meeting and he declined. The whole house heard that yell as well as before.

Hitomi looked up and smiled like she had seen an injured bird that could not move let alone fly, and she was a hungry little kitty cat wanting to impress mommy. “Wrong?”

“You’re acting weird, more careful of your body, like you’re sick.”

“Remember the night before yesterday’s? Ya know, when we decided to chare up Merle.”

Van blushed almost as red as an apple. “Yes, I do recall that night.”

“You remember when you, and Allen a few times, stuck something many times in me and it burst.”

Almost everyone but the girls, and a grinning Duo who liked to see the torture on the girls was doing, was blushing almost as bad as Van. “Yeah, I remember that must well. Are you still sore?”

So Hitomi could blush. “No, it is just that I had a vision…”

“You had a vision while we did that?”

“No, I had a vision this morning. I am one hundred percent sure that I am pregnant.”

“By, by who?”

“Now, how am I supposed to know that?”

A silence fell across the room as Hitomi smirked and the advisors finally figured fully about the repeated screaming.

“But I do know what and who he will be.”

A space alien from outer space… not. Gotta go study.