A/N: Little 3x4 1x2 fic of my cute little fluffy bunny pilots ::huggles::
So if you don't like it or whatever, don't read it! All reviews are
welcome, and in advance, sorry if I make spelling mistakes. I must get Word
on my computer soon!
Disclaimer: Man, this always brings that unhappy dead feeling around. ...I don't own Gundam Wing!! *huffhuff* It took a lot to say that, actually. Even though I love my fluffy bunnies!
Miss you...
The cheasnut haired boy hopped out of his gundam. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
A small glare came from the other 4 gundam pilots. "Easy for you to say, Duo. You hardly got a scratch," The usually spirited Arabian said in a dejected tone. "As for the rest of us..." Quatre waved a hand at the 4 demolished gundams.
After surveying the beat up mechas, Duo turned to his own. "Heh, will you imagine that? I guess that Deathsythe is supirior in combat,"
Wufei snorted. "Maxwell, stop gloating and help us over here. We need to hide the gundams quickly,"
After the beat up gundams found their way into the hanger, the 5 exhausted boys headed back to their makeshift home.
"Must...order...pizza..." Trowa muttered once inside. "Phone...where...?" Too tired to search for it, he dejectedly plopped down into a kitchen chair.
"Pizza does sound good," Quatre said, picking up the phone from inside a kitchen cupboard (from Duo's hide and seek the item game). "Who else here would like some?"
"Yum, pizza," Duo replied.
Wufei raised a hand tiredly and looked at the unmoving Trowa blob blankly. Grabbing his wrist, he raised the hand for a brief second before dropping it. "I think Barton wants some,"
"I saw him raise his hand," Duo said.
"Heero? Pizza sound good?"
The Japanese boy turned slightly on the stairs. "Hn," Heero mumbled and retreated to his room.
Quatre took it as a yes. "Hello, Dominoes? I'd like 3 pizzas..."
* * *
Trowa patted his full stomach. "I needed that," He said, wiping grease off his mouth with a napkin.
Duo horked down the last piece greedily. "This definitly beats those cold tv dinners we eat so much. Those things tasted gross and everything was always hard. Why do people willingly eat those?"
Wufei shot Duo a quizzical look. "Cold? And what do you mean by 'hard'?"
"You know, you poke it and it sometimes has frost on it..."
Heero exchanged confused glances with Wufei. "Duo? Have you ever considered sticking your food in a microwave?"
"Microwave? Why would I do that?"
A huge sigh escaped the other 4 boys mouth. "D-duo..." Quatre said feebly.
* * *
"Man, today was tiring!" Duo said, climbing into the his bed. Recieving no answer from his 'perfect' roommate, Duo tried again to start up a conversation. "Soooo...Heero...Um, how was your mission? I saw you got bea- "
"Duo, come here. You have a mission." The suprised pilot arrived swiftly at the laptop, reading carefully the email sent to him. Heero quickly got up as Duo neared him as if the sight of the bouyant boy was disgusting.
I can't let him get too close to me.. Heero told himself. Who knows what will happen...
Duo looked a little hurt by the quick leave of his friend. Shaking it off his mind, he began to read the mail sent to him.
"Sender: Doctor G Recipiant: Duo Maxwell" Duo read aloud. "Skip this shit...You have been selected to go on another mission by comission of..." He said silently, becoming louder the further he read. "Yeah, yeah, get to the point....attack an enemy Oz base and delete all data files. The coordinates are of the following.....That's it? Okay, I think I can handle that,"
Duo let go the scroll mouse and smiled at Heero, who was fixing his bed. "Anyone else going on this mission?" Duo asked.
"Just you. Unless you need some assistance on something so easy,"
"Ha! I never said I needed help, bucko. I was just wondering. Although if you want to come..." Duo smiled bigger at this last part.
What is he suggesting? Heero wondered. Could he... Like I do him...? The soldier roughly shook his head of the ridiculous thought. Impossible. With all the girls always flocking after him, Duo couldn't possibly be... Snap out of it, Yuy. Wishful thinking will get you no where.
"Night Heero!" Duo called from his bed. The American turned off his light, back facing the still pondering Japanese. Heero snapped out of his thoughts and climbed into his own bed, clicking off the small lamp by his bedside. "Night Duo..." He whispered softly before being whisked away into his dreams of a certain boy he knew...
A/N: So whatcha all think about it? Please tell me, I'd like to know how it turned out. You know, so the townspeople can decide whether to throw me over that cliff or not for blowing up their town.....
Disclaimer: Man, this always brings that unhappy dead feeling around. ...I don't own Gundam Wing!! *huffhuff* It took a lot to say that, actually. Even though I love my fluffy bunnies!
Miss you...
The cheasnut haired boy hopped out of his gundam. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
A small glare came from the other 4 gundam pilots. "Easy for you to say, Duo. You hardly got a scratch," The usually spirited Arabian said in a dejected tone. "As for the rest of us..." Quatre waved a hand at the 4 demolished gundams.
After surveying the beat up mechas, Duo turned to his own. "Heh, will you imagine that? I guess that Deathsythe is supirior in combat,"
Wufei snorted. "Maxwell, stop gloating and help us over here. We need to hide the gundams quickly,"
After the beat up gundams found their way into the hanger, the 5 exhausted boys headed back to their makeshift home.
"Must...order...pizza..." Trowa muttered once inside. "Phone...where...?" Too tired to search for it, he dejectedly plopped down into a kitchen chair.
"Pizza does sound good," Quatre said, picking up the phone from inside a kitchen cupboard (from Duo's hide and seek the item game). "Who else here would like some?"
"Yum, pizza," Duo replied.
Wufei raised a hand tiredly and looked at the unmoving Trowa blob blankly. Grabbing his wrist, he raised the hand for a brief second before dropping it. "I think Barton wants some,"
"I saw him raise his hand," Duo said.
"Heero? Pizza sound good?"
The Japanese boy turned slightly on the stairs. "Hn," Heero mumbled and retreated to his room.
Quatre took it as a yes. "Hello, Dominoes? I'd like 3 pizzas..."
* * *
Trowa patted his full stomach. "I needed that," He said, wiping grease off his mouth with a napkin.
Duo horked down the last piece greedily. "This definitly beats those cold tv dinners we eat so much. Those things tasted gross and everything was always hard. Why do people willingly eat those?"
Wufei shot Duo a quizzical look. "Cold? And what do you mean by 'hard'?"
"You know, you poke it and it sometimes has frost on it..."
Heero exchanged confused glances with Wufei. "Duo? Have you ever considered sticking your food in a microwave?"
"Microwave? Why would I do that?"
A huge sigh escaped the other 4 boys mouth. "D-duo..." Quatre said feebly.
* * *
"Man, today was tiring!" Duo said, climbing into the his bed. Recieving no answer from his 'perfect' roommate, Duo tried again to start up a conversation. "Soooo...Heero...Um, how was your mission? I saw you got bea- "
"Duo, come here. You have a mission." The suprised pilot arrived swiftly at the laptop, reading carefully the email sent to him. Heero quickly got up as Duo neared him as if the sight of the bouyant boy was disgusting.
I can't let him get too close to me.. Heero told himself. Who knows what will happen...
Duo looked a little hurt by the quick leave of his friend. Shaking it off his mind, he began to read the mail sent to him.
"Sender: Doctor G Recipiant: Duo Maxwell" Duo read aloud. "Skip this shit...You have been selected to go on another mission by comission of..." He said silently, becoming louder the further he read. "Yeah, yeah, get to the point....attack an enemy Oz base and delete all data files. The coordinates are of the following.....That's it? Okay, I think I can handle that,"
Duo let go the scroll mouse and smiled at Heero, who was fixing his bed. "Anyone else going on this mission?" Duo asked.
"Just you. Unless you need some assistance on something so easy,"
"Ha! I never said I needed help, bucko. I was just wondering. Although if you want to come..." Duo smiled bigger at this last part.
What is he suggesting? Heero wondered. Could he... Like I do him...? The soldier roughly shook his head of the ridiculous thought. Impossible. With all the girls always flocking after him, Duo couldn't possibly be... Snap out of it, Yuy. Wishful thinking will get you no where.
"Night Heero!" Duo called from his bed. The American turned off his light, back facing the still pondering Japanese. Heero snapped out of his thoughts and climbed into his own bed, clicking off the small lamp by his bedside. "Night Duo..." He whispered softly before being whisked away into his dreams of a certain boy he knew...
A/N: So whatcha all think about it? Please tell me, I'd like to know how it turned out. You know, so the townspeople can decide whether to throw me over that cliff or not for blowing up their town.....