Silhouettes
by Rabidus Femina
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Henry the Eighth I Am' or 'Silhouettes' by Herman's Hermits. I also don't own Gundam Wing.
Note: I'm sorry, Soli! It's only a ficlet, but I'm pressed for other projects...Oh yeah, 3+2, 1+4! Enjoy! PS: I can explain 'Boo'. Quatre is 'Little One'...and Duo didn't have a nickname so...it's Boo now. ^^;
Duo was bored. More so than usual when there wasn't a mission. Duo decided he'd sing away his worries, much to the despair of the other pilots. Taking a deep breath, he began to sing, obnoxiously and off-key, the Most Annoying Song in the World tm. ... 'Henry the Eighth I Am,' by Herman's Hermits. Oh, the horror.
"..I'm Henry the eighth I am/Henry the eighth I am, I am/I got married to the widow next door/She's been married seven times before-And everyone was a Henry (Henry!)/ She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (No Sam!)/ I'm Henry the Ei-!"
Heero's unerring aim landed Duo a smack in the mouth with an airborne pillow, and now the cobalt-blue eyed pilot of Wing was glaring at him from his perch hovering some two inches above Duo's face. Duo's eyes were wide, and Heero glared once more before standing and going back to his book.
Not the most proficient reader of the human body language, Duo ignored Heero's unspoken threat of terrible, long-lasting pain and smirked, before taking another breath and beginning to sing once more. "SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST! Henry the eighth I am/Henry the eighth I am, I am/I got married to the widow next door, she's been married seven times before..."
Quatre, currently sniffling from a cold, turned to Trowa and sighed. "Trowa, can't you control him? I mean, he listens to you..and my head is pounding...!"
"And everyone was a Henry/She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam/I'm her eighth old man I'm Henry/Henry the eighth I am.."
Trowa looked at his best friend, and then at his koi. "...Alright..." Trowa got up and walked silently up behind Duo, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Duo..."
"H-E-N-R-Oh, Tro-chan..what?"
"I know you're bored...But please, quiet yourself, Boo. You know Quatre is all worn out." A sympathetic smile and a pat on the cheek softened the passive words.
Duo smiled softly and then, as one could guess, an adorable, feral grin crept over Duo's lips. "What if we...found something interesting to do that wouldn't bother poor Quatre...?"
Trowa smiled, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. "I'd agree to that, Boo."
The seemingly mismatched pair ran up the steps, giggles and mock-growls floating down to the other two pilots in the living room, Wufei was wisely off somewhere with Sally, where he wouldn't hear any odd goings-on.
Quatre snuggled up against Heero and giggled softly. Heero just smiled just as soft and set his hand on Quatre's shoulder, his eyes on his book. "Hee-chan?" Quatre queried.
"Yes, koi?"
A blush and another giggle. "Took a walk and passed your house. late last night/All the shades were pulled and drawn, way down tight/From within, the dim light cast two silhouettes on the shade/Oh what a lovely couple they made..."
Heero chuckled as the blonde sang the old song in his ear, his cold making his voice comical. "You two, eh?"
Quatre just smiled and continued to sing.
"You won't be quiet either?"
A shaking of a blonde head.
"Then I'll just have to quiet you myself.."
"Heero, wh-hehe...Heero!"
"Quiet, you.or I'll kiss you again..."
"I don't think I feel like shutting up..."
AN: Awwww...now wasn't that just so cute? ^^ Gomen!
by Rabidus Femina
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Henry the Eighth I Am' or 'Silhouettes' by Herman's Hermits. I also don't own Gundam Wing.
Note: I'm sorry, Soli! It's only a ficlet, but I'm pressed for other projects...Oh yeah, 3+2, 1+4! Enjoy! PS: I can explain 'Boo'. Quatre is 'Little One'...and Duo didn't have a nickname so...it's Boo now. ^^;
Duo was bored. More so than usual when there wasn't a mission. Duo decided he'd sing away his worries, much to the despair of the other pilots. Taking a deep breath, he began to sing, obnoxiously and off-key, the Most Annoying Song in the World tm. ... 'Henry the Eighth I Am,' by Herman's Hermits. Oh, the horror.
"..I'm Henry the eighth I am/Henry the eighth I am, I am/I got married to the widow next door/She's been married seven times before-And everyone was a Henry (Henry!)/ She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (No Sam!)/ I'm Henry the Ei-!"
Heero's unerring aim landed Duo a smack in the mouth with an airborne pillow, and now the cobalt-blue eyed pilot of Wing was glaring at him from his perch hovering some two inches above Duo's face. Duo's eyes were wide, and Heero glared once more before standing and going back to his book.
Not the most proficient reader of the human body language, Duo ignored Heero's unspoken threat of terrible, long-lasting pain and smirked, before taking another breath and beginning to sing once more. "SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST! Henry the eighth I am/Henry the eighth I am, I am/I got married to the widow next door, she's been married seven times before..."
Quatre, currently sniffling from a cold, turned to Trowa and sighed. "Trowa, can't you control him? I mean, he listens to you..and my head is pounding...!"
"And everyone was a Henry/She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam/I'm her eighth old man I'm Henry/Henry the eighth I am.."
Trowa looked at his best friend, and then at his koi. "...Alright..." Trowa got up and walked silently up behind Duo, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Duo..."
"H-E-N-R-Oh, Tro-chan..what?"
"I know you're bored...But please, quiet yourself, Boo. You know Quatre is all worn out." A sympathetic smile and a pat on the cheek softened the passive words.
Duo smiled softly and then, as one could guess, an adorable, feral grin crept over Duo's lips. "What if we...found something interesting to do that wouldn't bother poor Quatre...?"
Trowa smiled, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. "I'd agree to that, Boo."
The seemingly mismatched pair ran up the steps, giggles and mock-growls floating down to the other two pilots in the living room, Wufei was wisely off somewhere with Sally, where he wouldn't hear any odd goings-on.
Quatre snuggled up against Heero and giggled softly. Heero just smiled just as soft and set his hand on Quatre's shoulder, his eyes on his book. "Hee-chan?" Quatre queried.
"Yes, koi?"
A blush and another giggle. "Took a walk and passed your house. late last night/All the shades were pulled and drawn, way down tight/From within, the dim light cast two silhouettes on the shade/Oh what a lovely couple they made..."
Heero chuckled as the blonde sang the old song in his ear, his cold making his voice comical. "You two, eh?"
Quatre just smiled and continued to sing.
"You won't be quiet either?"
A shaking of a blonde head.
"Then I'll just have to quiet you myself.."
"Heero, wh-hehe...Heero!"
"Quiet, you.or I'll kiss you again..."
"I don't think I feel like shutting up..."
AN: Awwww...now wasn't that just so cute? ^^ Gomen!