Disclaimer: .............//.O --Trowa confused. Disclaimer? Again? You
mean you don't know already? My god, where have you been? You actually
think I OWN Gundam Wing or those things related to the series? *laughs like
mad* Oh, wait...I'm sorry, I'm writing this disclaimer to the wrong
person...aheh...gomen...
"Uhm...Aheh, I didn't break anything, Tro, I swear! It was Wufie! Wufiedidit,itwasWufieIswearandI'dnevertouchanythinginyourcircustentandyoukno wwhatasweetandhonestfriendIam!" And yes, Duo Maxwell managed to fit all this in a breath while shoving a hot loaf of Cathy's freshly baked bread into his mouth. Trowa simply raised an eyebrow. It wouldn't be the first time Duo had broken some object in his trailer, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
"I see," he said mildly, rising to get the American more bread. Wufei glowered at the braided boy and hesitantly reached for the bowl of soup. Very hesitantly. The last time he'd let Cathy cook for him, something in there had moved...He gulped and took a bite of the soup.
Trowa wondered if Wufei realized how easy it was to watch his face sometimes. Not that he minded Cathy's cooking--he really couldn't care less- -but she'd certainly never be a master chef. Or even an adept one at that. In fact, the food was really quite bad...the only person who enjoyed it was Duo, and the other four pilots were convinced that Duo would, in fact, eat anything.
Heero Yuy was another case entirely. Trowa was starting to wonder if that guy ever ate at all.
"Heero...do you eat?" he asked suddenly, having a burning desire to know if their comrade was, in fact, human in the slightest. Heero...flushed? and did not answer.
"C'mon, Heero! Man, we've known you for years and none of us has seen you eat!" Duo chimed in.
"Yeah...what do you eat?" Quatre Raberba Winner, Noble of the Desert, was chowing down on Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, not being brave enough to try anything Cathy made. Considering her reaction to him when they'd first met, he still wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't try to poison him.
"..." Yes, Heero Yuy is a man of incredibly few words. Though 'SHIT!!!' was a popular reaction from him when anyone with a female voice longingly yelled his name.
"He won't answer," Wufei said, descretely dumping out the soup behind his back.
"Hey Heero, did you know that I have in my possesion a copy of the phone number that you've never given to anyone but J and which could very easily find itself in the hands of the world's most annoying stalker at any given moment?" Duo asked smartly. Heero gave him the you're-going-to-be-begging- for-the-mercy-of-death-months-before-your-torture-is-over glare, reserved for Duo and Duo alone.
"Fine... I like..."
The pilots all leaned in as Heero's voice faded and red color stained his cheeks.
"Fruit Loops," he finally whispered.
"FRUIT LOOPS?" the rest repeated, dumbfounded...then, "follow your nose, where ever it goes!" and "Well, he's a FRUITY guy!" as well as, "S-s-s-s- super!!"
"Omae o korosu."
And we all know how that ends up...though perhaps this time the Perfect Soldier actually...*le ultimate shock* pulled the trigger? All I know his Duo's hair seems about two inches...shorter...?
(This fic was actualy written by my best friend Angel......)
"Uhm...Aheh, I didn't break anything, Tro, I swear! It was Wufie! Wufiedidit,itwasWufieIswearandI'dnevertouchanythinginyourcircustentandyoukno wwhatasweetandhonestfriendIam!" And yes, Duo Maxwell managed to fit all this in a breath while shoving a hot loaf of Cathy's freshly baked bread into his mouth. Trowa simply raised an eyebrow. It wouldn't be the first time Duo had broken some object in his trailer, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
"I see," he said mildly, rising to get the American more bread. Wufei glowered at the braided boy and hesitantly reached for the bowl of soup. Very hesitantly. The last time he'd let Cathy cook for him, something in there had moved...He gulped and took a bite of the soup.
Trowa wondered if Wufei realized how easy it was to watch his face sometimes. Not that he minded Cathy's cooking--he really couldn't care less- -but she'd certainly never be a master chef. Or even an adept one at that. In fact, the food was really quite bad...the only person who enjoyed it was Duo, and the other four pilots were convinced that Duo would, in fact, eat anything.
Heero Yuy was another case entirely. Trowa was starting to wonder if that guy ever ate at all.
"Heero...do you eat?" he asked suddenly, having a burning desire to know if their comrade was, in fact, human in the slightest. Heero...flushed? and did not answer.
"C'mon, Heero! Man, we've known you for years and none of us has seen you eat!" Duo chimed in.
"Yeah...what do you eat?" Quatre Raberba Winner, Noble of the Desert, was chowing down on Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, not being brave enough to try anything Cathy made. Considering her reaction to him when they'd first met, he still wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't try to poison him.
"..." Yes, Heero Yuy is a man of incredibly few words. Though 'SHIT!!!' was a popular reaction from him when anyone with a female voice longingly yelled his name.
"He won't answer," Wufei said, descretely dumping out the soup behind his back.
"Hey Heero, did you know that I have in my possesion a copy of the phone number that you've never given to anyone but J and which could very easily find itself in the hands of the world's most annoying stalker at any given moment?" Duo asked smartly. Heero gave him the you're-going-to-be-begging- for-the-mercy-of-death-months-before-your-torture-is-over glare, reserved for Duo and Duo alone.
"Fine... I like..."
The pilots all leaned in as Heero's voice faded and red color stained his cheeks.
"Fruit Loops," he finally whispered.
"FRUIT LOOPS?" the rest repeated, dumbfounded...then, "follow your nose, where ever it goes!" and "Well, he's a FRUITY guy!" as well as, "S-s-s-s- super!!"
"Omae o korosu."
And we all know how that ends up...though perhaps this time the Perfect Soldier actually...*le ultimate shock* pulled the trigger? All I know his Duo's hair seems about two inches...shorter...?
(This fic was actualy written by my best friend Angel......)