BWAHAHA! *evil laughter* Yay! I've been given the power to start!!
Howdy, You can call me Lady. Typically, I write humorous stuff that ends up
torturing my fave characters. *wolfish grin* We'll see what we can do
today.
Seeing as my RIG (Random Idea Generator) is having an off day and tends
to only gets inspired by other people's works… my only idea is sorta
pathetic. I'll save it for my own file so I don't ruin our collective
good name.
Ooh! Fic Idea!
Chapter One by Lady
Duo Maxwell, self-proclaimed gundam pilot extraordinaire, was sitting
on his ass in front of the TV, munching away on some stale chips he had
come across in the kitchen. Hmm… talk shows… interesting… man, those
trailer trash people just keep getting more- well- trashy…
"Duo!" Quatre's eyes bugged out when he saw the mess. "What have you
done to my living room?!"
Duo glanced up. "Uhhhh… redecorated?"
Quatre sputtered for a few minutes. Duo took the opportunity to return
to his show. The room was a pigsty- if possible, it looked worse than
Duo's room usually got. Duo did eventually get around to neatening that
every so often when it became unbreathable in there. He had to live
there and he did have SOME standards. But public living space- that was
outside Duo's minute jurisdiction. "C- clean this up! Now!"
"I thought you had servants to do that."
Quatre spluttered again. "I don't expect them to clean up something
TOXIC!"
"I'll do it later," Duo shrugged.
More spluttering from the pale Q-dude.
"You'll clean it up, NOW," Duo found himself staring down the barrel
of Heero's gun for the twelfth time that day, 532nd time that week, and
several thousandth- no maybe millionth- time that month. Let's not even
THINK about a yearly scale or anything bigger…
"Hey, Heero! What's up?" Duo said cheerfully. Heero had never shot him
before, it was unlikely that he would over a little mess like thi-
"You'll get up off your rear and clean this up NOW or I will do you
serious bodily harm. You have an hour." Heero said, picking his way past
the mess and out of the room.
Quatre breathed a sigh of relief. He really hadn't wanted to have to
get blood out of the carpet again… His family and servants were starting
to worry about just what went on when they left the boys to their own
devices…
"Why only an hour?" Duo asked. He and Quatre peered down the hallway.
Heero paused outside the door to his room. "I have a friend coming
over. One hour, Duo. Spotless. Or I WILL do you serious bodily harm. I'm
going to go clean up now." He locked the door behind him.
Quatre and Duo stared at the closed door blankly.
"Heero- has- a- a- FRIEND? Who's coming HERE!?"
Short. Sweet. Nice lil cliffhanger. Yeah, you gotta have those if
you're gonna start sommat like this.
So whut'd u think? Did it suck? Was it WONDERFUL? Is it WAY to soon to
tell just where this is going? Ooh- I wanna see where whoever picks it
up decides to take it! I've created a monster! Argh!
R&R!
-Lady
Howdy, You can call me Lady. Typically, I write humorous stuff that ends up
torturing my fave characters. *wolfish grin* We'll see what we can do
today.
Seeing as my RIG (Random Idea Generator) is having an off day and tends
to only gets inspired by other people's works… my only idea is sorta
pathetic. I'll save it for my own file so I don't ruin our collective
good name.
Ooh! Fic Idea!
Chapter One by Lady
Duo Maxwell, self-proclaimed gundam pilot extraordinaire, was sitting
on his ass in front of the TV, munching away on some stale chips he had
come across in the kitchen. Hmm… talk shows… interesting… man, those
trailer trash people just keep getting more- well- trashy…
"Duo!" Quatre's eyes bugged out when he saw the mess. "What have you
done to my living room?!"
Duo glanced up. "Uhhhh… redecorated?"
Quatre sputtered for a few minutes. Duo took the opportunity to return
to his show. The room was a pigsty- if possible, it looked worse than
Duo's room usually got. Duo did eventually get around to neatening that
every so often when it became unbreathable in there. He had to live
there and he did have SOME standards. But public living space- that was
outside Duo's minute jurisdiction. "C- clean this up! Now!"
"I thought you had servants to do that."
Quatre spluttered again. "I don't expect them to clean up something
TOXIC!"
"I'll do it later," Duo shrugged.
More spluttering from the pale Q-dude.
"You'll clean it up, NOW," Duo found himself staring down the barrel
of Heero's gun for the twelfth time that day, 532nd time that week, and
several thousandth- no maybe millionth- time that month. Let's not even
THINK about a yearly scale or anything bigger…
"Hey, Heero! What's up?" Duo said cheerfully. Heero had never shot him
before, it was unlikely that he would over a little mess like thi-
"You'll get up off your rear and clean this up NOW or I will do you
serious bodily harm. You have an hour." Heero said, picking his way past
the mess and out of the room.
Quatre breathed a sigh of relief. He really hadn't wanted to have to
get blood out of the carpet again… His family and servants were starting
to worry about just what went on when they left the boys to their own
devices…
"Why only an hour?" Duo asked. He and Quatre peered down the hallway.
Heero paused outside the door to his room. "I have a friend coming
over. One hour, Duo. Spotless. Or I WILL do you serious bodily harm. I'm
going to go clean up now." He locked the door behind him.
Quatre and Duo stared at the closed door blankly.
"Heero- has- a- a- FRIEND? Who's coming HERE!?"
Short. Sweet. Nice lil cliffhanger. Yeah, you gotta have those if
you're gonna start sommat like this.
So whut'd u think? Did it suck? Was it WONDERFUL? Is it WAY to soon to
tell just where this is going? Ooh- I wanna see where whoever picks it
up decides to take it! I've created a monster! Argh!
R&R!
-Lady