Obi Land

Lost My Script

A teenage boy with chestnut brown hair tied back in a braid and black clothes resembling that of a priest walked into the room. His eyes glowed ominously in the flickering light of the solitary candle striving to light the room. Four other boys of about the same age watched him, not fearful, but wary of the first boy. He stood in the doorway for a few moments longer, outlined by a blinding light entering from the room he had exited to reach this one. One of the other four, a small blonde boy shielded his eyes from the seemingly blinding light, and another opened his mouth to speak.

"Duo, stop posing already and get in here!"

With a sigh the boy entered the room, and closed the door behind him. Once inside, he flipped on the light switch and took the last remaining seat in the room. "Okay, let's get this over with, which one of you is supposed to die first?"

"What you don't know?" The blond asked innocently, his eyes widening slightly in naďve surprise.

"No! I couldn't get anyone to give me the script!" Duo looked annoyed for a moment, but quickly adorned his adorable face with an absent grin. "So, which one of you is gonna help me out?"

"Feh." A Chinese boy wearing a slightly obsessive amount of white muttered before leaving the room.

"Well… I guess Fei-chan's outta the picture… Trowa?"

Trowa quickly, but carefully, pulled out a small cell phone which had quite obviously not made any sound or movement and looked at it intently. "Sorry, Duo, It's Catherine; I gotta go." He walked out of the room without another word, leaving only three boys in the room.

"Heero, Quatre… c'mon guys! I need help here?"

The boy who had spoken first lifted his head from his intent concentration on what was obviously a Gameboy Advanced SP. "I got a call too." He moved slowly towards the door. "But it'll be the next person you see after I leave the room."

"Wha-"Duo's voice was cut off by the sound of Heero slamming the door. "Jeeze, that was great help, Heero! He's a regular Sherlock Holmes… especially with the not telling his best friend part…" He looked around the room for a while, and eventually settled his eyes on the blonde hiding himself in the corner. "Quatre!!!" He cried out, with a sudden look of realization.

"W-wh-what?" Quatre replied, inching slowly towards the door."

Duo got up and slowly walked towards the other boy. "You're my only friend left! I never knew before how little the others cared!" Both boys were near tears at that point: one from his "realization" and the other from relief.

"Y-yea, Duo. That's great… But shouldn't you have just asked the director for a script?"

"Oh… I never thought of that…"

"Or the writer… or anyone who might give you one?"

"No…"

"Who did you ask?"

"The doughnut guy!"

Quatre facefaulted, but ended up smashing his nose into his skull and dying.

"It was you! I knew someone was gonna die…" He picked up the script and flipped through it "… Hey… it's not even written in here!"

"Yea, that's why we were confused… What's with the scythe?" Quatre motioned to the scythe Duo had suddenly gained, choosing to ignore the robe for the time being. "What are you, some kind of grim reaper of god of death?"

"No, I'm the pixie of death and I was wondering if you would like some candy with your eternal suffering, OF COURSE I'M THE GOD OF DEATH!!!!!!" Duo yelled, waving his scythe wildly in the air. "Why do people always ask me that?"

"Well… you're just too…. Happy."

"That's what they always say, Quatre…" Duo sighed, and left.

"Hey, what about me!" Quatre yelled after him, but he stopped when his hand went through the doorknob. "How am I supposed to get out of here?"

It actually took him thirty minutes, three creepy sounds, and an entire rereading of the script for him to walk through the wall.