By Claudra
Disclaimer: Nope, I'm not the owner of Gundam Wing. Too bad, though. I wish I were.. But don't we all? ^____^
A/N: I'm making this particular one an action story, just so you know. pairings... I'm not quite sure, but I am most definitely sticking in 3+4. No sex, people, sorry. I don't write sex. I write mush, though. Anyways, if you want to know what other pairings I'll have, then read the next chapter. I might have it figured out by then. But for now, the Gundam boys are getting drunk.
Wufei glared drunkenly around the bar of 'Dick's Last Resort', noticing smugly how none of the other customers could meet his gaze. Yup, even when he was drunk he could be intimidating! Satisfied in a happy, chug-down-your-beer-and-cheer kind of way, he glanced around at his companions. Heero was in the middle of downing another beer-- how many was that?? It made Wufei dizzy to even think about THAT number.
Quatre, who most definitely could NOT hold his liquor, was clapping loudly as Trowa balanced a wine bottle on his nose. The barman was hovering around them, obviously clamoring to hire Trowa as entertainment. In fact, a large crowd was gathering around the antics, but keeping nervously away from Quatre. Trowa had, literally, growled at one unlucky man that had made a pass at the blonde boy. HE was nowhere to be seen now, thankfully. That man was a creep.
Wufei felt a sudden pressure on his left side as Duo sat down beside him. Interestingly enough, Duo was the designated driver out of the G-boys.
Although it wasn't as if Duo needed alcohol to be odd.
"Hey, Wu-man! Whasa-happenin'??" (1)
Wufei grunted in a Neanderthal fashion, then started to say something.
That was when the singing started.
It was a low piteous moan, startlingly off-key, ending up sounding somewhat like a bullfrog in heat.
Wufei, Duo, and basically everyone else in the bar turned towards the ear-splitting noise, when their jaws flopped to the ground unceremoniously like dropping flies.
Heero was singing.
"I was gonna clean my rrooooooom.. until I got hiiigghh..
"I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got hiiieeehiigh.."
Surprisingly, once Heero found the right notes, he was good -- In a punk-gone-rap sort of way.
"Oh, god, please let it end!!!" Wufei moaned, a small hiccup finding it's way into the syllables. Duo patted him sympathetically.
"I know how you feel, Wu. Hell, if I wasn't nearly hitched to the drunken fool, I'd run my ass off until I reached L-5! Not because I'm ashamed... But particularly because I was the one who taught him to make that funny, erotic noise in his throat..."
Wufei blinked slowly at the confession, then held his nose in a desperate attempt to stop a particular bodily function from dripping everywhere. (2)
"..... Now I'm a paraplegic, and I know why! Cause I got high, cause I got high, cause I got high...
"la la la la la la..."
"Oh, GOD.. not the la la la part..."
"Duo, pleeeaaassee make him stop!! We are all gonna get *hic* hernias!"
By this time, Quatre and Trowa had joined the two in whining about Heero's questionable music skills. Wufei had also slid under the table, moaning piteously about nosebleeds. Quatre blinked quizzically at Wufei's ponytail still resting on the bar stool, then spoke in a rather garbled manner.
"Wuuuufei? Wuuu.... What are you doing under there? hmm...." Quatre slid happily under the bar, still prodding Wufei for any kind of answer. As expected, Trowa followed, led by Quatre's small hand tugging on his arm.
The people closest to the stage had started chucking their beers at Heero, an occasional "AK!" and a shatter of glass punctuating the more horrible notes in the song.
Duo smacked his forehead. "How horrible!!" He sighed, then, taking advantage of Heero staring at him, he motioned wildly for Heero to get his ass on over. Unfortunately, Heero brought the microphone, as well as his ass, and was still singing that damnable song.
Now clutching onto Duo's neck, Heero sang the last few lines of the song, every once in a while ducking, in hopes of dodging the flying beers.
"I'm gonna stop singing this song, cause I'm hhiiiiigghh..."(3)
A rather large, well-aimed beer came crashing towards them, accompanied by a "Damned straight, your high!!". Duo snatched at Heero's collar, bringing him under the bar in another attempt of dodging. Damnit, Heero, will you shut up!! Duo thought, as Heero continued to sing. Then a mischievous smile lit up Shinigami's features, and he grabbed Heero in mid-verse.
"And if I don't sell one copy, I know why, cause I got--.. mmppphhh..... mmmm....."
Duo clamped his lips over Heero's wide open mouth, taking advantage of the situation with his tongue. Instinctively, Heero's arms were snaking around Duo's waist and pulling them farther under the bar. Suddenly--
BBBOOOOOOOMM.
A massive explosion rocked the Bar, shattering windows as high, terrified screams pierced the rumbling. Tables flung themselves everywhere, and glasses of every sort were assaulting the people cowering in the corners like spears shooting at an enemy attack. The door slammed on it's hinges, as though someone had just run out in a fit of terror. A few men and women were shrieking in pain as the glass pierced their sides, arms, and legs. One man was screaming in horror, hands gingerly feeling the broken bottle shards jutting nauseatingly out of his eyeball.
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Five terrifying hours later, Ambulances lined the street around Dick's Last Resort(4), the paramedics running in and out of the scorched building, leading stretchers into the cars in a hustled manner. Thankfully, Wufei, Duo, nor anyone else had been hurt, due to the fact they were lying under the bar.
After they had helped all they could by clearing the rubble, a smart-looking detective decked out in a sooty, mustard-colored suit had cornered them and asked if he could have a word. They were currently sitting and shivering in the cafe three doors down from Dick's Last Resort. Detective Potvido was sitting laid-back in a comfy chair, facing all five of the pilots and looking like a fat, napping cat covered in mustard.
"Now," He said, tapping his claws-er, fingernails- on the table slowly, the noise sounding oddly like an off-key Jaws theme, "Tell me again why you were under the bar before the explosion..."
"Uh, sir, we were drunk--"
"As expected."
"Wufei here," Trowa said calmly, his gaze shifting momentarily over to said pilot and back to Potvido, "Had a nose bleed, and slid under the table to get away from everything, lest he upset it even more. Quatre and I followed, concerned with his health, when later, to avoid being pummeled by the rather angry crowd--" At this Heero grumbled deep in his throat, his cheeks turning scarlet--"Heero and Duo ducked down with us. It was right then when the explosion occurred."
All of the pilots nodded in agreement, verifying the tale as true. The Detective scowled.
"Waiter!" He called, obviously put out at the fact that Trowa's words sounded rational, and there wasn't much to prove they were responsible.
The tall, primly attractive dirty-blonde approached the six men, smiling shyly at the occupants of the table. "Yes, sir?" she asked, holding her notepad ready.
None of the pilots were thinking of eating in front of this man, seeing as that could possible seen as a crime to him.
"I'd like some coffee, if you don't mind, with caffeine, and my friends would like...." Potvido paused, looking expectantly at the others.
"Ah, I'd like some ice tea, please," Quatre paused, and cocked his head at Trowa, who nodded, "--make that two, please."
The waiter jotted the order down happily, noting Quatre's good manners, and, after offering a warm smile to Trowa, turned to the others. "And you?"
"ah," Wufei interjected, "I'd like an ice water, and for my two speechless friends over here," He cast an amused eye at Duo and Heero, who had been both tenderly feeling their jaws over the last few hours, "Could you get two ice packs? I think they hurt their mouths during the explosion."
The waiter simply raised an eyebrow at the both of them, obviously finding the subtle humor in the statement.
"anh a cokh, oo, eease!!" Duo suddenly squeaked, his injured tongue making it almost impossible to speak. The waitress, however, understood and said, "Thank you, it will be just a moment.." she then hurried off.
"Now," Detective Potvido said, with a slight air of haughtiness, "Experts say the explosion came directly from the back of the stage--" At this, Duo stared at Heero and gulped (with difficulty). Heero would have been dead if he hadn't gotten off of the stage! "--and was a time bomb. Now, they are also guessing that it was planted around five or six. The explosion went off at about 11:15, correct?"
The pilots nodded, all pondering Heero's mortality.
At this moment, the waitress came striding towards their table, a large tray of drinks occupying her arms. The detective, however, seemed not to notice, and continued talking.
"None of the witnesses say they saw anyone lingering around the back of the stage, though...." He paused, and the waitress reached their table, stuck the coffee in front of him, placed the two ice teas in front of Trowa and Quatre and proceeded towards Duo, Wufei and Heero. "They found a sort of symbol, painted in white, obviously where the bomb--"
Potvido was cut off when suddenly the waitress jumped and dropped the tray, sending Duo's coke flying.
"Oh!!" She said, "I'm sorry!! I'll get Travis to clean that up.. sorry.." She was pale and shaking as she stooped down to pick up the tray, then hurried off to the back of the cafe, Duo's incoherent mumbles of "It's okay" following her. A door slammed, and out came Travis the janitor of sorts.
"As I was saying," The Detective said forcibly, demanding attention once again, "There was a symbol where the bomb had been placed. It looked like a -er, lightning bolt, with the letters, 'M' 'S' and 'A' surrounding it......"
* * *
Detective Potvido tramped noisily onto the ruined stage and pointed to a spot at the back of the floor.
"See, there it is. We found it there when searching for survivors."
Wufei visibly rolled his eyes at the pompous man and walked over to said spot, the other pilots following him.
There, on the floor, was a rather crude painting-- done completely in white --of the three letters 'MSA' entwined around a jagged lightning bolt. The picture looked fresh and new, unlike everything else surrounding them.
"Wha n hell...?" Duo started, but was cut off by Trowa's arm flinging out to silence him.
The 03 pilot knelt down beside the insignia, running a finger around the white lines.
"This.. this has just dried.." He said, frowning thoughtfully. "Whoever did this did it after the bomb went off, otherwise it wouldn't still be here."
Detective Potvido coughed. " Ah, yes, they must have wanted to sign their handy work, eh?"
After receiving glares from the pilots he simply said, "Ah, yes, well.. I must be going. If any of you recognize the handy work, you can contact me with this number." He shoved a little piece of torn paper under Heero's nose, then continued. "I have to lead you out of here... no, we can't have people messing up the evidence..." With that, he led the five out of the crumbling building.
"Well.. should we go?" Quatre asked, still staring sadly at the ambulances lining the street as they tramped towards the car, "It seems we've had enough excitement for tonight."
"Hol' up, Ie neeh oo oose a paypho'n!!" Duo suddenly exclaimed, and ran off.
"What," Wufei asked, "Did he say????"
"I think he needs to use the payphone....."
The pilots sat there for a while, waiting for Duo to finish up in the silence.
Suddenly, Trowa spoke up. "Will we be able to go soon...? I wonder why he needed to use the phone..."
"I don't know, Trowa, Duo just sort of went off...." Quatre's eyebrows furrowed, obviously wrapped up in whatever he was thinking about.
"How the hell," Wufei interjected, "is he going to USE the payphone??" Chang found the fact that both Heero and Duo were hurt in the explosion only because their jaws smacked against each other from snogging absolutely hilarious. Wufei had been teasing them since midnight, taking the insolent death stares from Heero as challenges.
"Wheh ish hee?" Heero mumbled, then--
"Showy, guysh, I thoo so longh'. Bu I idn't maykh the cawl, it wash awcupied." Duo jumped out from the shadows and, after winking at everyone, jerked his thumb in the direction of the payphone.
Squinting his eyes at the phone, Heero could just make out the tall, slender figure of the waitress talking on the phone. Her blonde head was bobbing up and down, obviously agreeing with something on the other line.
"hn." The pilot of 01 observed, and got in the passengers seat. Duo climbed in the driver's side, and after everyone was seated, floored the gas pedal.
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1. Snatched from 'Sixteen Candles'. I figured Duo would enjoy that kind of movie. ^____^
2. ::giggles:: I accidentally misspelled 'nose', and wrote instead, 'hose'. o.O
3. This song, by the way, is called "Cause I got high" by Affro Man. ^-^
4. Dick's Last Resort is a bar in the Gas Lamp (San Diego, CA). My father pointed it out to me on the way to the Comic-con. ^__^ I thought it was funny.