Extreme Time Warp

~~~Hi everyone! Due to a sudden bout of inspiration, I have decided to start a new fic! I promise it will be original- I always try to be original and I hope that I succeed. Anyway, one thing that isn't original is the couple- Moon/Yui as usual!

~~~Rated Pg-13- Unless I decide to be weird, this should actually be non-violent! Still there should be a fair amount of lime and darker suggestion, so prepare for randomness!

~~~I DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISCLAIMERS!

Chapter One: Jules Vern

*"Trowa! Where are you?" A pretty red head called up and down the halls of a seemingly deserted mansion. "Trowa!" She called again. The woman had been looking for her boyfriend for almost ten minutes, and, knowing herself, she had probably managed to get herself lost in the huge house.

"Cathy?" A soft but deep voice rumbled behind her. She screamed and spun around. In front of her stood the very man she had been looking for.

"Trowa!" She sighed in relief. "Don't scare me like that!" She frowned as she saw the small smirk play across his normally passive face, and she was sure that underneath his long reddish bangs his green eyes were laughing at her.

"Sorry Cathy."

"Well." She stood speechless for a moment. Then she collected herself and started again. "Quatre's looking for everyone, and he was able to find everyone except for you! So he sent me to find you naturally."

"Naturally."

"Oh, stop mocking me Trowa. Honestly!" But she grinned.

"What does Quatre want?" Trowa asked his girlfriend. Quatre was their mutual friend, as well as the owner of the large mansion they were sharing. Yes, they.

There were nine of them in all. Trowa had to smile thinking of them. All of them were so different, from different backgrounds with different opinions; yet they all managed to end up with the same damned philosophy on life. Without wondering how, Trowa just accepted it. It was too much work to think about whys. Still, it was amusing to think about.

Their 'faction,' as they had come to call themselves jokingly, consisted of four women and five men. Trowa shot a look at his girlfriend and thought of what she had said.

Quatre Winner had been his best friend since as long as he had learned to trust another human being. Besides Cathy, of course. Quatre had short, white blonde hair and baby blue eyes that his girlfriend, Dorothy, claimed showed the future to anyone who looked deep enough into them. Quatre was the heart of their faction, no doubt. He had taken them in, given them a home with him, and was always cheerful on top of it. Trowa liked the contrast between himself and his best friend; it made for interesting discussions.

Of course, if Trowa really wanted to have an interesting discussion, he could turn to another if his good friends, Duo. Duo Maxwell, with his long, brown, braided hair and light violet eyes was the spirit of their faction. He was constantly livening things up with his practical pranks, lame knock-knock jokes, and the occasional slip in verbage when he was speaking to his girlfriend, Hilde, or another of their mutual friends, Wufei.

Wufei Chang, Duo's best friend, was often the 'hothead' or 'chauvinist' of the group. He and Duo constantly fought, you would never have known they were best friends unless you had tried to kill one of them. If you had, the other would be on you so fast you wouldn't have time to beg forgiveness. Trowa had long since attributed Wufei's dark moods to the fact that his short raven hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. It had to be painful… of course, his girlfriend, Sally Po, claimed it was merely projection or some such nonsense. Trowa didn't care at this point.

But of all the men in their 'faction', there was one that still didn't quite have the feel for the group. Hiiro Yui. Trowa shuddered thinking about Hiiro sometimes. Hiiro was the only one of them that lacked any sense of humor. In fact, if Hiiro didn't come down for dinner every once in a while, Trowa would have assumed he was some robot and not a real human. It wasn't that Hiiro was silent, per say. He just didn't interact with them as much. Still, somehow the boy with deep azure blue eyes, messy chocolate hair, and pallid skin had become a part of their faction as much as anyone else.

"Trowa! Stop thinking and listen to me!" Trowa snapped out of his thoughts as Cathy yelled his named. Frowning at the angry in her voice, he decided he had better listen to her.

"I'm sorry Cathy. What were you saying?"

"I was telling you that Quatre had something to show you, but you obviously don't care one way or the other…"

"No! Cathy, I care. I'm sorry. What does he want to show us?"

"Come and see!" She squealed, then grabbed his hand and began dragging him down the hallway. They made it down the stairs and into a parlor near the front of the house. When the couple entered, they found everyone- minus Hiiro- was waiting for them.

"Hey Trowa!" Half the people in the room greeted him. He nodded to them, then sat down in an empty chair beside where Catherine had settled herself.

"OK. Now that everyone's here, I can begin!" Quatre smiled warmly at his friends.

"As you all know, I began reading the Jules Vern book The Time Machine about year ago."

"Quatre, you called us in here to celebrate the fact that you just finished a short book that took you a year to read?" Duo laughed and snorted. "No offense man, but that's pathetic."

"I was getting there Duo." But Quatre did have a light red tinge to his cheeks. Dorothy, who sat beside him, laughed and pecked him on the cheek, thus exacerbating the blushing.

"Quat dear heart, tell them already!" Dorothy prodded him. Quatre laughed with her and cleared his throat.

"Right. Well, I just finished reading the Jules Vern book The Time Machine, and had a bit of a brainstorm."

"Wait!" Duo interrupted again. "Let me guess! You want to build a time machine!" He snorted. Even Wufei had a hard time keeping a straight face. Trowa smiled and Catherine beside him laughed.

"I'm sure it isn't anything so hair-brained Duo. Quatre is known for his brain, in case you've forgotten."

"Actually," Quatre interrupted clearing his throat one more time. "I uh, I was thinking about sponsoring the building of a time machine." By this time, the poor blonde boy had his head lowered and his shoulders slumped. Silence rang throughout the room.

Very quietly, the sound of a choked on cough rang out in their ears. Then another, followed by another. Beside Duo Hilde was sniggering and trying to keep it in. Finally her face became so purple Trowa thought she might blow up before she just laughed. But he didn't have to wait much longer until she did. Her loud, clear laughter carried throughout the room and was soon joined by most everyone else's. The only ones who weren't laughing were Dorothy, and, of course, Quatre.

"What?" Quatre shouted frustrated. "What is so funny? Don't any of you think it just might be possible to travel time? To see the past?"

"Sure Quatre!" Hilde managed to catch her breath. "In a sci-fi thriller maybe. But Quatre, this is reality."

"I have to agree with her Quatre. Time is, well, unbendable. Humans created it that way. The only way you might be able to travel time is through a black hole, and Quatre, if you did that, you wouldn't be able to live or return to tell about it." Sally told him at point blank.

"My woman makes a good point. How would you even go about a time machine? I'm sorry Winner, but it is just not possible."

"Sorry Quatre, but I have to agree with them." Trowa felt he had to set his friend straight. "A book of it is well enough, but to take it to a physical level? It's bordering insanity Quatre."

"Sorry Quatre." Catherine shook her head. "Come on Trowa, let's go start dinner." He nodded, and soon all of them had drifted off, leaving Quatre and Dorothy to their own devices.

"I'm sorry Quat dear heart. It looks like the majority has spoken." She patted Quatre's head gently. He sighed.

"I know it sounded a little crazy, but it would have been fun to at least try."

"I know dear, I know. I'm going to go help Cathy and Trowa in the kitchen. Want to come?"

"I'll be there in a moment." Quatre shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands. When Dorothy had left the room, he settled back into the chair. Feeling haggard and old, his bones ached and his heart felt dull as it thudded in his breast.

"Build it."

"Huh?"

"Build it." Quatre looked around frantically. Great. Now he was hearing voices! Maybe he really was insane! "Quatre." The small blonde jumped in his chair as a dark figure slipped out from the inky shadows of the walls.

"Hiiro! You scared me there! What do you mean build it?"

"If you want to build it, then build it. Don't let them have the final say. If you really meant to go through with it, you'd do it anyway."

"You have a good point. But I thought it would be fun if we all worked on it together, you know?"

"No."

"I don't suppose you do." Quatre's eyes widened. "I didn't mean it that way Hiiro. I just meant, well…"

"I know. Build it anyway."

"Hiiro, not to be rude or anything, but why the sudden interest in convincing me to build a time machine?" But when Quatre looked up to where Hiiro had been, he found the spot empty. Then he heard the door click and new Hiiro had slipped out.

Hiiro did unnerve him, he really did. He was always so silent and dark. He had a shroud heavier than death's about his shoulders, and his eyes told an unnumbered of stories of all he had seen. But he had been so adamant about this machine being built. Hiiro very rarely participated to such an extent. Quatre nodded to himself.

Standing, he made his way to the door and out into the hallway. Pacing quickly down the tiled hallway, he reached the kitchen, where a group of busy people were working to put together a meal.

"Everyone?" He shouted over the noise. Silence befell them as they looked to him for his announcement. "I don't care how far-fetched or crazy I sound. I'm building my time machine. I would like all of you to help me, of course, but I'll understand if you don't."

"Quatre?" Trowa asked, the questions in his eyes.

"As I was told: 'if I want to build it, I'll build it, I don't need to let you all have the final say.'" He announced in triumph. "Besides, it'll be fun!"

"Well alright then!" Duo cheered after a few moments on silence. "Let's build the sucker!"

"Yeah!" Hilde joined him whooping. The others were soon either cheering with them, or chatting excitedly about the machine.

"Hey Quat!" Dorothy called to him from across the kitchen. "Who told you that?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you." The blonde shook his head, smiling knowingly.

"Try us!" Sally smirked.

"Hiiro did." And the room fell to silence once more. *

~~~Hey all! I hope this struck your fancy! Trust me, though it started out a bit slowly, it will very shortly come to focus on Hiiro and Sere, I promise! Also, I am very sorry if I'm a little slow to update- I was in a car accident (NOT my fault, I was rear ended) and I've thrown my back out badly. But I'll work hard, I promise! Please be sweet and review! Much Love, Vixen~~~