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Chapter contributed by : Gigamouse

99 Love Balloons

Rating: G

Warnings:
(slight) AU�no EW, post WiP (though you don�t need to
read that one to understand)

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Chang Wufei thought he was
getting used to the eccentricities of his partner. They�d been working together
for quite near a year now, after all, and with time one was bound to pick up on
the habits of those closest to him. Still, Duo managed to find ways to startle
him�today it was with a non-sequitur.

�Isn�t Une German?�

Wufei looked up from the mission report he was
reviewing to see Duo standing in the doorway of their office, staring
thoughtfully out the window. He was sipping something hot out of a cup and
judging by the weather outside and the smell beginning to permeate the air Wufei guessed it was hot chocolate. Duo caught his gaze and
walked over to perch upon the corner of Wufei�s desk;
he offered him the drink.

After accepting the cocoa, Wufei shook his head, �It�s
French for �one�.� He took a sip of the cup and nodded; it was good, but
nothing like coffee.

�

�Not the word,� Duo chuckled, �Hilda.�

The Chinese boy leaned back in his seat as he considered
that along with another draught of Duo�s cocoa. When he caught the braided
pilot giving him pouty looks, he handed the drink back with a smirk and received
a gentle kick of Duo�s heel against his thigh. �I think she is, yes. Why?�

�Her birthday is tomorrow.�

�And you needed to know her ethnicity for that?�

�I want to give her something. I needed to know if it was
appropriate,� an alarming grin spread across his partner�s face and Wufei instantly became worried. Worried and, he had to
admit, a little intrigued.

When Duo didn�t continue and sat sipping his drink
instead, Wufei crossed his arms over his chest and
studied the other boy. �Alright, I�m listening.�

�First� what are you doing later tonight?�

**--**--**

Duo and Wufei sat in the
Preventer�s parking lot on the top of Duo�s �vintage,� beaten up hatchback Mazda
as the liquid sunlight of dawn poured over the cityscape spread out beneath
them. The box of donuts between them was half emptied and for once Wufei couldn�t bring himself to care about the empty
calories or even the fact that he didn�t have any coffee to go with them.
Instead he sipped at the bottle of orange juice that he and Duo were sharing.

Duo popped another piece of chocolate slathered donut
into his mouth. �She�s going to be suspicious if we�re the first ones here��

�She�s going to be suspicious when she wakes up,� Wufei
reminded him with a chuckle. The grin that slapped itself across Duo�s face was
proof enough that the other boy didn�t really care�in fact he still found all
of this to be quite to his sense of humor. Wufei
loved to see that smile; it was genuine and happy, two things that Duo had
rarely expressed a year before.

�No regrets?� The braided boy asked as he reached for the
orange juice Wufei was holding.

�None,� Wufei confirmed. Their
fingers brushed together and they both looked back out to the sunrise glowing
on the horizon. �Besides, her face is going to be worth it.�

In the distance a cloud of red balloons broke free into
the morning air.

**--**--**

Her alarm clock buzzed at precisely five-thirty in the morning,
just as it did every Tuesday, Friday and Saturday; the rest of the week she
rose at four. Only Sunday was she allowed to remain in
bed any longer than that, and even so she rarely took advantage of the
opportunity. Hilda Une knew what day it was
immediately�such a thing as loosing track of the date was beneath her, after
all�but she never expected to wake with a bed partner.

Sleep forgotten in a second, the woman stumbled out of
the bed even as she pulled a tiny pistol from underneath her pillow. The �click�
as she cocked the gun was the only thing to be heard in the otherwise silent
bedroom as she stared at the pink and white monstrosity currently occupying
half her bed. It was made of velvet and mohair and had had the word�s �Happy
Birthday� scrawled in scarlet embroidery across its bulbous stomach.

Une released the breathe she hadn�t
realized she�d been holding and let her arms fall uselessly to her sides. A teddy bear? Frowning in confusion, Une
ran her hand into her long, sleep-tangled hair and glanced at her bedroom door.
Sally, she decided after a moment�the over-sized stuffed mammal was precisely
that woman�s version of a birthday �surprise.� Une
slipped the pistol back under her pillow and then made her way into the
bathroom.

Sally wouldn�t wake for a few hours yet and they rarely
went to the office together, so there was little reason for Une
to rush out to thank her. She made a mental note to take the woman out for
lunch and threaten her life if she so much as breathed a word about it being
her birthday to the rest of the staff. There were certain things that Une was willing to share with her roommate but she didn�t
care to find out what the Preventer�s office would decide was appropriate for
her birthday�she�d purposely kept the date off of the office board in order to
discourage them from doing to her what they�d done to Agent Malory or Jenkins.

Though a cake would have been nice.

The surge of adrenaline so early in the morning left her
feeling somewhat weak and worse for the wear when it began to ebb as suddenly
as it had come. Une ran a cold shower to wake up and
quickly washed herself, shampooed and rinsed her hair. It wasn�t until she was
blow drying her long chestnut locks that she realized there was something
wrong.

Frowning blearily at her mirror, Une
leaned in closer to inspect the wet clumps of hair. She lifted some to her nose
and sniffed: strawberries. Her shampoo wasn�t supposed to smell like
strawberries! She frowned at her hair as she began to note the strange way the
light was reflecting off of it. Almost as if� as if�

With a single flick of her thumb, Une
switched the hair dryer off and laid it upon the counter top as she turned
behind her to grab the bottle she�d used. It was in its accustomed place at the
corner of the tub, but it was a brilliant pink and it sparkled. There was
glitter in her hair.

Une resisted the urge to roll
her eyes and felt her eyebrow twitch. Irritated, the woman
yanked open the bathroom door so that she could read the glowing LCD
numerals indicating the time upon her alarm clock. She didn�t have the time to
rewash. In fact, she was already five minutes behind schedule and didn�t even
have the time to give Sally a dressing-down for messing with her shampoo. With
a snarl, Une returned to drying her hair. Without
much other option, she plaited it back into the side-buns which she hadn�t worn
her hair in since the war. It felt odd to look like Lady Une
again; she�d given up that side of her nearly two years ago� after all, what
did the world need with a ruthless killer? Une liked
to believe that she�d found the happy medium between her two sides, but some
days she just wasn�t sure.

Leaving the bathroom behind, she quickly threw on her
uniform and was pleased to note that it, at least, hadn�t been tampered with.
At six-twenty-five she fled the small house she shared with her comrade-in-arms
for the shiny red station wagon she had left in her parking spot the night
before. Too busy digging her keys out of her pocket and fumbling with a stack
of files she needed for that day�s work, Une didn�t
even notice the balloons until she opened the car door. The first one hit her in
the face, and the second grazed her chest as she stumbled back in surprise. Bewildered,
Une could only stare as ninety-nine red balloons
drifted their way out of her vehicle.

By the time that Une entered
the office she was growling. It had taken her twenty minutes to clear the
balloons from the car, during which Sally had made an appearance to question
what on Earth was going on. The only thing her �help� had accomplished was to
establish that Sally was not the guilty party. Now over half an hour late, the office
was already alive and vibrant by the time she entered at her usual, fast clip. Agents,
secretaries and office boys alike scurried out of their gossip circles at her
approaching steps; they�d been acting like clucking chickens, all worried over
their prestigious leader�s unusual absence.

Though the buns were wrapped tightly against her head, Une felt that they all could see the lingering glitter
dusting her skin and coating her hair. It had begun to dust her shoulders
already and by the end of the day it would be everywhere�such was the nature of glitter.

�Director-General,� her private secretary scuttled up to
her side, a harried look written upon her features and her usually primped hair
frizzed and sticking about, �Ma�am, we�ve been trying to reach you.�

�Have you?� Une replied in as detached
a voice she could manage. The device in question had remained quite notably
silent all morning and Une wondered what surprise was
waiting her there�she�d shoved it into her pocket without so much as glancing
at it. Rather than try and juggle the files she was carrying in order to get at
it, Une continued on to her office.

The pair of them stopped outside the closed door and Une
stared at the wood only a moment before she cast an annoyed glance at her
free-handed secretary. �Ms. Keene, if you would be so kind�?�

�Actually, ma�am, that is a part of the problem,� the
woman chewed her bottom lip nervously and Une began
to wonder why she�d hired someone with such fragile nerves.

�My door is a part of what problem?�

�Well, I can�t seem to open it ma�am. We�ve called maintenance;
they should be here soon enough.�

�I�ll assume, then, that the key doesn�t work,� Une replied dryly; she didn�t really expect an answer. Ms.
Keene gave her head a shake.

�No� and� that isn�t all.�

�Save it.� Une cut the woman off before she could
even begin and then quickly dumped her burden into Ms. Keene�s arms. The
secretary stumbled a little but managed not to drop anything. Facing the door, Une gave it her most menacing glare before she twisted her
body and slammed her foot into the wood directly beside the lock. The door
splintered, a crack sounded out through the suddenly quiet office and then the
door swung open.

Une�s satisfied smirk froze
upon her face as balloons began to drift out of the office. Half filled with
helium, the red orbs floated between the ceiling and floor in the office and
unlike the balloons from earlier, each of these had a number and a message
scrawled across it. One particularly snarky balloon floated right up to her
shell-shocked face and presented her with the second �happy birthday� of her
morning.

�What was the other problem, Ms. Keene?� Une heard herself ask.

�It�s the remote desktop, ma�am. Someone has hijacked all
the computers in the base�er�office.�

Shoving balloons out of her way and ignoring the stares
of the Preventers agents and office workers alike, Une
forced her way to the desk in her office. She ignored the seat and touched the
mouse to her computer to find that the machine was already running. Blinking on
the screen in bright red letters were the words �something�s out there.� Une closed her eyes and sighed.

�And ma�am?� Ms. Keene set the papers down on her desk
and backed away timidly from the furious commander, �You�ve got a package at
the front desk��

�I really can�t take any more surprises like this.�

�But ma�am�it�s a cake.�

**--**--**

At around mid-afternoon the pair was still entrenched in
the piles of paperwork that had been shoved into their office sometime that
morning. Wufei couldn�t be certain, but he had an
idea that Une had realized who was responsible for
that morning�s� interruption. Of course she would never be able to prove
anything. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, a smirk crossing his lips as he raised
his fifth cup of coffee to his lips. It had absolutely been worth the sleep
deprivation, he decided, as had the video feed they�d gotten out of it. That
wouldn�t make it to the light of day until Christmas night at least.

Across from him Duo was chewing on the end of his pen as
he went over yet another mission report from one of the lower-level agents.
Their thoughts must have been on the same wavelength because a moment later Duo
began to hum. Swallowing a chuckle, Wufei found that
he couldn�t help but join in.

Those brilliant cerulean eyes glanced up from the paper
work to meet Wufei�s. As one they began to sing,
softly at first but with growing strength as they went on, �Hast Du etwas Zeit fur mich, Dann
singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich Von Ninety-nine Luftballons! Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad�an mich,
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von Ninety-nine Luftballons! Und dass sowas von sowas kommt!�

A familiar shadow appeared in their doorway and both boys
froze in place when they realized who it was. They turned in unison and each
threw his most cheerful grin at the birthday girl.

Une stared at them, anger in
her eyes and tension in her lips. It melted as suddenly as it had come and the
faintest of smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. �Most people just send
cards, you know.� She sipped at her coffee and shook some glitter out of her
hair as she returned to her office and shut the broken door.

----END

**A/N: I put
it as Yaoi since it does follow WIP and so technically Duo and Wufei
are more than work partners ;D I just didn�t want to
put too much fluff in this. Also, the title comes from mishearing the German
lyrics. >.>
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