A Cat's Meow
Part One, I suppose
by Ellis
WARNINGS: Yaoi, WEIRDNESS, may be too drawn out...-_-; I'm also going to assume my HTML tags will work, so the fic may look strange. ^_^ Oh yeah...OOC Trowa?
DISCLAIMER: [since last time I didn't put it on Longing, and I kinda got worried] Gundam Wing not mine. That means all the characters in here ain't mine, either...but the idea for this fic is~!
Japanese Terms [used in this fic, no da]:
-baka - idiot
-Omae o korosu - Heero's famous line, "I'll kill you."
-neko - cat
-sake (I don't know if this term is actually Japanese, but...) - Japanese rice wine
-gomen - sorry
-Shinigami - God of Death
-kudasai - please
Quatre's lips thrust out slightly in a pout. "I won, yesh I did--!" he declared angrily, his body tilting forwards a bit.
"N', you losht," Duo slurred right after him. "You losht," the American repeated, then once more, as if taking in the information through his alcohol-soaked brain. Suddenly he broke into wild laughter. "Quatre losht, Quatre losht, Quatre LOSHT!!" he chanted. "Heeheehee! Ya hear tha', guysh? Quatre losht!"
Trowa raised his head slowly, moving his gaze from Quatre's pout to Duo's giggling face. "...Aa.," the Heavyarm's pilot replied, also slowly.
"I won." Quatre insisted.
"You losht," Duo returned, leering, his eyes crossed.
"I won."
"Losht."
"Won."
"Losht."
"W--"
"WINNER, YOU'VE LOSHT! FACE IT! YOU'VE LOSHT!!" shouted Wufei, clumsily hopping up and knocking over a couple of the many bottles lying around that still held a little sake.
The Arabian shook his head tightly, wobbling to the side as he did so.
Duo looked at Heero, who was practically a statue, looking as he was, even with all the sake Duo forced hi--I mean..."helped" him drink. "Hee-chan, ya gotta help ush!"
No reaction. (Omae o korosu)
"C'mon! It'sh VERY importan'!"
No reaction. (Omae o korosu)
"Y' can do it for Ime/I," Duo batted his eyelashes, twirling the end of his braid with his fingers.
No reaction. (Omae o korosu)
The Braided One tumbled over to the stiff and silent Psychotic One, rolling on the bottles. "It'll jus' be like a--a MISSION!"
At the word 'mission,' Heero's eyes lit up. He seemed to contemplate what the mission was.
(In his mind)
What the HELL Iis/I the mission?!!
Duo no baka...
(Out of his mind)
The American seemed to notice something. What, we don't know. Well, anyway, at least he provided the objective of the...mission.
"Quatre hash to do whateffer we want him t'! Dat's what happens when someone loshes, r'member?"
"For how long?" Heero drawled.
"Um...I dunno...I'll tell y' tomorrer..."
"Hn. Duo no baka." why did it seem that Heero's voice was the only one unaffected? What's that? What about Trowa? Well, he didn't talk enough...so you can't really argue...so THERE! (Author: *sticks tongue out*)
"What are you going to make Quatre do?" another ingenious question asked by Mister Heero Yuy[1].
Duo snickered, his long, thick BRAID[2] bobbing up and down. "Dress up as a neko!" he answered happily. "He'll have ears, paws, and we can glue the tail to his butt!"
The Beautiful One (Author: *smirks*) paled, despite all he had to drink, and a soft thump was heard as he finally toppled over, unconscious.
The Psychotic One's mouth quirked slightly--ever so slightly--as he said:
"Mission acknowledged."
Meanwhile, the Unibanged One's eyes traveled down the Beautiful One's body.
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Quatre woke up the next day with a splitting headache, and was surprised that he was in his room.
He was surprised, but he didn't know why.
IWhat had happened yesterday?/I he thought, slipping out of bed and promptly tumbling onto the floor, looking dazed (into the carpet, that is).
Sprawled face-down in the lush creme-coloured carpet, the Arabian was content to stay Ijust...like...that.../I when his door was slammed open excitedly. Footsteps stomped with soft 'booms' as they reached the blond pilot.
"Oi...Q-man! What are you doing on the floor? You gotta dress-up, remember?"
No, Q-man didn't remember.
Q-man's left arm was jerked gently, carefully, and firmly, but with all the gentleness and carefulness, Q-man winced from his uncomfortable awakening from his dreamlike state.
IWhat dress-up?/I such thoughts mumbled around in his mind. IWere they going to a party? Going somewhere important?/I
As he was being dragged out of his room in an awkward position, made even more so by Duo's energetic walk to someplace unknown to him, Quatre caught a word in a singsong the American was humming:
Kitty.
In a blotted rush, tiny snippets of memories hurried into the little blonde's head.
(in his mind--err, head [things that happened, not necessarily in order])
[slow motion]
"You...losht..."
~bzap~
"WINNER...FACE IT...LOSHT...!!"
{Wufei jumping up and down, Quatre mused, like a monkey}
~bzap~
"Oi...minna! Lookit what I got...for a discount...!"
~bzap~
"I know...what we can...play..." "No..." "PLEASE?"
~bzap~
{Duo looking over Quatre's shoulder} "Ha ha, Q-man...! What kind if hand is that...?"
"Stop cheating...Maxwell! Injustice!!"
~bzap~
"Glue...tail..."
~bzap~
{Trowa looking at Duo} "...Aa."
~bzap~
"Mission...acknowledged."
[end slow mo]
(back out of his head)
Quatre squirmed, trying to get his arm free from Duo's grasp without accidentally cracking him in the face and poking his eye out. "Duo, can't I eat, first? I haven't gotten breakfast yet!" he pleaded.
Shinigami stopped. "Oh, yeah. Ah well, I'll have to watch you then, so you don't try to run off! You lost the poker game, don't forget!" Duo grinned at him, Quatre noticed uneasily, a little feral.
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Quatre Raberba Winner, veddy, veddy rich, even cuter, the only person who looks good in pink, and pilot of Sandrock, lowered his spoon for the 37th time, fairly red. "Can you...guys...please stop...staring at me?" he asked of the three other pilots who looked like they will NOT stop at anything to burn six holes into the Arabian. (Trowa only had sweet, discreet glances for him)
"It would be unjust for you to try to run off without us looking, Winner," sniffed Wufei disdainfully.
"But I wouldn't--"
"Just some 'security,'" put in Duo.
"I don't--I won't--"
"..." said Trowa.
"..." replied Quatre.
"I have a mission to do," said Mister My-heart-will-only-soften-for-Duo Freezeman Yuy (also known as 'Heero' or 'Hee-chan'). The same replies, just altered somewhat, save Trowa and Mister My-heart-will-only-soften-for-Duo Freezeman Yuy, who had been tackled early in the morn by the braided pilot, as to be reminded of his...*cough*...mission.
"I...I...gomen, but I can't eat anymore," sighed Quatre, wondering at the same time why he was sorry. Setting down his spoon with a slight clatter in his cereal bowl, he looked a bit mournful for his wasted cereal.
"Good! Who wants to eat soft, soaked, yucky corn flakes, anyway?" exclaimed Duo, jumping up and reaching to grab his victim's hand, when Wufei, alongside of him, reached it first.
"Let's go, Winner. I believe you have to call one of your servants to clean your bowl and dump out the cereal."
"You mean, 'dump out the cereal and THEN clean his bowl,' right, Wu-man?"
The One with the Receding Hairline[3] snorted indignantly. "I do not care, as long as Winner fulfills his end of the bargain!" said he, pulling Quatre behind him to the fixed up room they wanted to fix up but didn't really fix up at all because when Duo helps in a fix-up, he does NOT fix up.
"Jeez, why's HE so up 'bout this?" wondered self-proclaimed Shinigami as he followed, Heero and Trowa in suit; the latter glaring somewhat malevolently--but only somewhat! No one noticed! ...Except for me, that is, but I'M writing the fic!--at the back of Wufei's slick head[4].
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Once inside the room, Quatre-soon-to-be-NEKO-Q hardly glanced around as he dropped into a sitting position.
He DID grow alert when a chest was pulled out from behind the curtains. "We can't let Rashid see this and take this 'way, yanno," Duo explained.
"What's in there?" asked the victim, tentatively. The American opened his motormouth when--"Err, no, don't tell me, kudasai..." was whispered hurriedly. II might vomit,/I was added silently.
"Ooh, so you wanna be blindfolded during the whole process?"
"..." Q-man flushed slightly. "What kind of process?"
Trowa lifted the lid, he facing Quatre so Quatre couldn't see what the [usually] silent pilot was picking or sifting through the contents in the chest.
The room grew silent, everyone, save Trowa, was staring intently at the uneasy Quatre. The only sounds that could be heard was Trowa lifting up some soft, silky material, dropping it, uninterested, and moving on in his search for the perfect...something.
"Ano...why is this so important?" sighed Quatre again, his face burning from the unwanted attention.
"Mission," stated Heero.
"It's just just," growled Wufei.
"You lost." Duo concluded.
The Arabian opened his mouth once more to protest, but a low "Ah!" from the Unibanged One made everyone's head swivel to direct their attention to him.
The Unibanged One turned slightly to show an all-black-pure-black-only-black-ever-black neko outfit.
The set had precisely:
-1. one headband piece with cat's ears, the headband being extremely thin as to be easily hidden in one's hair (if any)
-2. a cat's tail, with no instructions whatsoever to reveal how it was SUPPOSED to be put on--oh, wait! There's a piece of paper here...it says, "BE CREATIVE"...
-3. a cat's four paws, looking much like gloves
--and that was all.
"Is there nothing else to cover my...me...nothing else--to cover me--up?" the blond pilot cried, much flustered and aghast. Trowa paused, rolling over a thought that rocked in his head like the waves do on the ocean on the shore. The rocking grew more violent as another thought joined the first. Then another and another and another and...the tall, quiet pilot, much serious, who does his duties well (take that however you please), passed out with a certain red liquid spurting silently out of his nose, because of all the ecchi thoughts in his unibanged head.
"Trowa?"
A nudge.
Nothing.
"T...T...Trowa--?"
A push.
Nothing.
"Wah! What was he--what am I--wait..." Quatre looked at the other pilots, who were suddenly interested in the wall, window, or ceiling, and tried to give them Heero's Death Glare plus the evil eye, and failing utterly. Miserably. Utterly. Miserably. Ahh, take your pick!
"What are you guys actually--planning?"
Cobalt blue met his green blue mix.
Dark violet met his green blue mix.
Black met his green blue mix.
The green blue mix stared back, defiant, but wavering faintly because the three colors...they were his Icomrades,/I not Ienemies./I
"Are you all PERVERTED--?" ...after a tense moment of silence.
"Well, only to Hee--" Heero slapped Duo calmly upside the head.
"Duo, just leave our private matters in the bedroom."
"Well, yes," Quatre stuttered. "I think you should, Duo."
"What, you never noticed?" laughed the Braided One. "Heero does some of the craziest things--WHAAAAT, Heero?" the Psychotic One stopped his tapping of the shoulder to glare. An embarrassed glare, I daresay [Heero: Omae o korosu. You shouldn't dare say anything.].
"Duo..."
"OooKAY!"
"Hn."
"Winner, get in your suit."
"But there will be indecent exposure!"
"C'mon, Quatre!" Duo clapped the Arabian's back. "You're not afraid, are you? You're gonna do this for honor!"
"Duo, I'm not Wufei." Duo blinked. Wufei didn't seem to notice.
"Uh...right. Oki oki, you have to wear the suit anyway...you can put it on in there," he pointed to a door. "No worry, we won't peek!"
IYou won't have to,/I Quatre grumbled mentally.
"And we'll hold Trowa still for you, 'k?"
Quatre coughed.
"Yeah," Duo continued, "and when you come out, remember to act like a neko!"
"I have to ACT like a NEKO, TOO!?" the Beautiful One blanched. "This--"
"WILL YOU STOP STALLING?!!" everyone conscious, save the victim, shouted. With great vigor the victim was also thrown into the room he was supposed to change in, along with the outfit.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
They waited.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
Still waiting.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
Trowa regained consciousness.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
"Prob'ly admiring himself," Duo suggested. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. Q-MAN, YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE A NEKO, TOO!"
A muffled cry was heard. "I IKNOW/I THAT!"
Duo smirked.
Heero smirked--barely.
Wufei smirked--for reasons unknown even to him.
Trowa smirked--oh wait, he chuckled.
3 minutes passed.
Rustling sounds could be heard.
5 minutes passed.
More rustling. Maybe some low evil chuckles.
10 minutes passed.
No sounds.
A second later.
The door creaked open.
All eyes were trained on the spot, waiting. Expectantly.
{to be continued...}
__________afterthoughts___________________________
[1] I'm not making fun of Heero. I'm not saying he's dumb...really, I'm not...
[2] No hentai intentions intentioned. ^_^ Just keeping you away from thinking of that other...thing...
[3] I try my best to not make fun of Wufei, since he's also a favorite of mine, but...*sweatdrops, smiling sheepishly*
[4] Me no make fun o' Wufei. Me promise.
Part One, I suppose
by Ellis
WARNINGS: Yaoi, WEIRDNESS, may be too drawn out...-_-; I'm also going to assume my HTML tags will work, so the fic may look strange. ^_^ Oh yeah...OOC Trowa?
DISCLAIMER: [since last time I didn't put it on Longing, and I kinda got worried] Gundam Wing not mine. That means all the characters in here ain't mine, either...but the idea for this fic is~!
Japanese Terms [used in this fic, no da]:
-baka - idiot
-Omae o korosu - Heero's famous line, "I'll kill you."
-neko - cat
-sake (I don't know if this term is actually Japanese, but...) - Japanese rice wine
-gomen - sorry
-Shinigami - God of Death
-kudasai - please
Quatre's lips thrust out slightly in a pout. "I won, yesh I did--!" he declared angrily, his body tilting forwards a bit.
"N', you losht," Duo slurred right after him. "You losht," the American repeated, then once more, as if taking in the information through his alcohol-soaked brain. Suddenly he broke into wild laughter. "Quatre losht, Quatre losht, Quatre LOSHT!!" he chanted. "Heeheehee! Ya hear tha', guysh? Quatre losht!"
Trowa raised his head slowly, moving his gaze from Quatre's pout to Duo's giggling face. "...Aa.," the Heavyarm's pilot replied, also slowly.
"I won." Quatre insisted.
"You losht," Duo returned, leering, his eyes crossed.
"I won."
"Losht."
"Won."
"Losht."
"W--"
"WINNER, YOU'VE LOSHT! FACE IT! YOU'VE LOSHT!!" shouted Wufei, clumsily hopping up and knocking over a couple of the many bottles lying around that still held a little sake.
The Arabian shook his head tightly, wobbling to the side as he did so.
Duo looked at Heero, who was practically a statue, looking as he was, even with all the sake Duo forced hi--I mean..."helped" him drink. "Hee-chan, ya gotta help ush!"
No reaction. (Omae o korosu)
"C'mon! It'sh VERY importan'!"
No reaction. (Omae o korosu)
"Y' can do it for Ime/I," Duo batted his eyelashes, twirling the end of his braid with his fingers.
No reaction. (Omae o korosu)
The Braided One tumbled over to the stiff and silent Psychotic One, rolling on the bottles. "It'll jus' be like a--a MISSION!"
At the word 'mission,' Heero's eyes lit up. He seemed to contemplate what the mission was.
(In his mind)
What the HELL Iis/I the mission?!!
Duo no baka...
(Out of his mind)
The American seemed to notice something. What, we don't know. Well, anyway, at least he provided the objective of the...mission.
"Quatre hash to do whateffer we want him t'! Dat's what happens when someone loshes, r'member?"
"For how long?" Heero drawled.
"Um...I dunno...I'll tell y' tomorrer..."
"Hn. Duo no baka." why did it seem that Heero's voice was the only one unaffected? What's that? What about Trowa? Well, he didn't talk enough...so you can't really argue...so THERE! (Author: *sticks tongue out*)
"What are you going to make Quatre do?" another ingenious question asked by Mister Heero Yuy[1].
Duo snickered, his long, thick BRAID[2] bobbing up and down. "Dress up as a neko!" he answered happily. "He'll have ears, paws, and we can glue the tail to his butt!"
The Beautiful One (Author: *smirks*) paled, despite all he had to drink, and a soft thump was heard as he finally toppled over, unconscious.
The Psychotic One's mouth quirked slightly--ever so slightly--as he said:
"Mission acknowledged."
Meanwhile, the Unibanged One's eyes traveled down the Beautiful One's body.
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Quatre woke up the next day with a splitting headache, and was surprised that he was in his room.
He was surprised, but he didn't know why.
IWhat had happened yesterday?/I he thought, slipping out of bed and promptly tumbling onto the floor, looking dazed (into the carpet, that is).
Sprawled face-down in the lush creme-coloured carpet, the Arabian was content to stay Ijust...like...that.../I when his door was slammed open excitedly. Footsteps stomped with soft 'booms' as they reached the blond pilot.
"Oi...Q-man! What are you doing on the floor? You gotta dress-up, remember?"
No, Q-man didn't remember.
Q-man's left arm was jerked gently, carefully, and firmly, but with all the gentleness and carefulness, Q-man winced from his uncomfortable awakening from his dreamlike state.
IWhat dress-up?/I such thoughts mumbled around in his mind. IWere they going to a party? Going somewhere important?/I
As he was being dragged out of his room in an awkward position, made even more so by Duo's energetic walk to someplace unknown to him, Quatre caught a word in a singsong the American was humming:
Kitty.
In a blotted rush, tiny snippets of memories hurried into the little blonde's head.
(in his mind--err, head [things that happened, not necessarily in order])
[slow motion]
"You...losht..."
~bzap~
"WINNER...FACE IT...LOSHT...!!"
{Wufei jumping up and down, Quatre mused, like a monkey}
~bzap~
"Oi...minna! Lookit what I got...for a discount...!"
~bzap~
"I know...what we can...play..." "No..." "PLEASE?"
~bzap~
{Duo looking over Quatre's shoulder} "Ha ha, Q-man...! What kind if hand is that...?"
"Stop cheating...Maxwell! Injustice!!"
~bzap~
"Glue...tail..."
~bzap~
{Trowa looking at Duo} "...Aa."
~bzap~
"Mission...acknowledged."
[end slow mo]
(back out of his head)
Quatre squirmed, trying to get his arm free from Duo's grasp without accidentally cracking him in the face and poking his eye out. "Duo, can't I eat, first? I haven't gotten breakfast yet!" he pleaded.
Shinigami stopped. "Oh, yeah. Ah well, I'll have to watch you then, so you don't try to run off! You lost the poker game, don't forget!" Duo grinned at him, Quatre noticed uneasily, a little feral.
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Quatre Raberba Winner, veddy, veddy rich, even cuter, the only person who looks good in pink, and pilot of Sandrock, lowered his spoon for the 37th time, fairly red. "Can you...guys...please stop...staring at me?" he asked of the three other pilots who looked like they will NOT stop at anything to burn six holes into the Arabian. (Trowa only had sweet, discreet glances for him)
"It would be unjust for you to try to run off without us looking, Winner," sniffed Wufei disdainfully.
"But I wouldn't--"
"Just some 'security,'" put in Duo.
"I don't--I won't--"
"..." said Trowa.
"..." replied Quatre.
"I have a mission to do," said Mister My-heart-will-only-soften-for-Duo Freezeman Yuy (also known as 'Heero' or 'Hee-chan'). The same replies, just altered somewhat, save Trowa and Mister My-heart-will-only-soften-for-Duo Freezeman Yuy, who had been tackled early in the morn by the braided pilot, as to be reminded of his...*cough*...mission.
"I...I...gomen, but I can't eat anymore," sighed Quatre, wondering at the same time why he was sorry. Setting down his spoon with a slight clatter in his cereal bowl, he looked a bit mournful for his wasted cereal.
"Good! Who wants to eat soft, soaked, yucky corn flakes, anyway?" exclaimed Duo, jumping up and reaching to grab his victim's hand, when Wufei, alongside of him, reached it first.
"Let's go, Winner. I believe you have to call one of your servants to clean your bowl and dump out the cereal."
"You mean, 'dump out the cereal and THEN clean his bowl,' right, Wu-man?"
The One with the Receding Hairline[3] snorted indignantly. "I do not care, as long as Winner fulfills his end of the bargain!" said he, pulling Quatre behind him to the fixed up room they wanted to fix up but didn't really fix up at all because when Duo helps in a fix-up, he does NOT fix up.
"Jeez, why's HE so up 'bout this?" wondered self-proclaimed Shinigami as he followed, Heero and Trowa in suit; the latter glaring somewhat malevolently--but only somewhat! No one noticed! ...Except for me, that is, but I'M writing the fic!--at the back of Wufei's slick head[4].
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Once inside the room, Quatre-soon-to-be-NEKO-Q hardly glanced around as he dropped into a sitting position.
He DID grow alert when a chest was pulled out from behind the curtains. "We can't let Rashid see this and take this 'way, yanno," Duo explained.
"What's in there?" asked the victim, tentatively. The American opened his motormouth when--"Err, no, don't tell me, kudasai..." was whispered hurriedly. II might vomit,/I was added silently.
"Ooh, so you wanna be blindfolded during the whole process?"
"..." Q-man flushed slightly. "What kind of process?"
Trowa lifted the lid, he facing Quatre so Quatre couldn't see what the [usually] silent pilot was picking or sifting through the contents in the chest.
The room grew silent, everyone, save Trowa, was staring intently at the uneasy Quatre. The only sounds that could be heard was Trowa lifting up some soft, silky material, dropping it, uninterested, and moving on in his search for the perfect...something.
"Ano...why is this so important?" sighed Quatre again, his face burning from the unwanted attention.
"Mission," stated Heero.
"It's just just," growled Wufei.
"You lost." Duo concluded.
The Arabian opened his mouth once more to protest, but a low "Ah!" from the Unibanged One made everyone's head swivel to direct their attention to him.
The Unibanged One turned slightly to show an all-black-pure-black-only-black-ever-black neko outfit.
The set had precisely:
-1. one headband piece with cat's ears, the headband being extremely thin as to be easily hidden in one's hair (if any)
-2. a cat's tail, with no instructions whatsoever to reveal how it was SUPPOSED to be put on--oh, wait! There's a piece of paper here...it says, "BE CREATIVE"...
-3. a cat's four paws, looking much like gloves
--and that was all.
"Is there nothing else to cover my...me...nothing else--to cover me--up?" the blond pilot cried, much flustered and aghast. Trowa paused, rolling over a thought that rocked in his head like the waves do on the ocean on the shore. The rocking grew more violent as another thought joined the first. Then another and another and another and...the tall, quiet pilot, much serious, who does his duties well (take that however you please), passed out with a certain red liquid spurting silently out of his nose, because of all the ecchi thoughts in his unibanged head.
"Trowa?"
A nudge.
Nothing.
"T...T...Trowa--?"
A push.
Nothing.
"Wah! What was he--what am I--wait..." Quatre looked at the other pilots, who were suddenly interested in the wall, window, or ceiling, and tried to give them Heero's Death Glare plus the evil eye, and failing utterly. Miserably. Utterly. Miserably. Ahh, take your pick!
"What are you guys actually--planning?"
Cobalt blue met his green blue mix.
Dark violet met his green blue mix.
Black met his green blue mix.
The green blue mix stared back, defiant, but wavering faintly because the three colors...they were his Icomrades,/I not Ienemies./I
"Are you all PERVERTED--?" ...after a tense moment of silence.
"Well, only to Hee--" Heero slapped Duo calmly upside the head.
"Duo, just leave our private matters in the bedroom."
"Well, yes," Quatre stuttered. "I think you should, Duo."
"What, you never noticed?" laughed the Braided One. "Heero does some of the craziest things--WHAAAAT, Heero?" the Psychotic One stopped his tapping of the shoulder to glare. An embarrassed glare, I daresay [Heero: Omae o korosu. You shouldn't dare say anything.].
"Duo..."
"OooKAY!"
"Hn."
"Winner, get in your suit."
"But there will be indecent exposure!"
"C'mon, Quatre!" Duo clapped the Arabian's back. "You're not afraid, are you? You're gonna do this for honor!"
"Duo, I'm not Wufei." Duo blinked. Wufei didn't seem to notice.
"Uh...right. Oki oki, you have to wear the suit anyway...you can put it on in there," he pointed to a door. "No worry, we won't peek!"
IYou won't have to,/I Quatre grumbled mentally.
"And we'll hold Trowa still for you, 'k?"
Quatre coughed.
"Yeah," Duo continued, "and when you come out, remember to act like a neko!"
"I have to ACT like a NEKO, TOO!?" the Beautiful One blanched. "This--"
"WILL YOU STOP STALLING?!!" everyone conscious, save the victim, shouted. With great vigor the victim was also thrown into the room he was supposed to change in, along with the outfit.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
They waited.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
Still waiting.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
Trowa regained consciousness.
ITick tock tick tock.../I
"Prob'ly admiring himself," Duo suggested. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. Q-MAN, YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE A NEKO, TOO!"
A muffled cry was heard. "I IKNOW/I THAT!"
Duo smirked.
Heero smirked--barely.
Wufei smirked--for reasons unknown even to him.
Trowa smirked--oh wait, he chuckled.
3 minutes passed.
Rustling sounds could be heard.
5 minutes passed.
More rustling. Maybe some low evil chuckles.
10 minutes passed.
No sounds.
A second later.
The door creaked open.
All eyes were trained on the spot, waiting. Expectantly.
{to be continued...}
__________afterthoughts___________________________
[1] I'm not making fun of Heero. I'm not saying he's dumb...really, I'm not...
[2] No hentai intentions intentioned. ^_^ Just keeping you away from thinking of that other...thing...
[3] I try my best to not make fun of Wufei, since he's also a favorite of mine, but...*sweatdrops, smiling sheepishly*
[4] Me no make fun o' Wufei. Me promise.