Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Scooby Doo, or the Powerpuff
Girls, or any of that good stuff. *sniffle* I am just a very bored person
attempting to make you people laugh.
Rated PG-13 for: A lot of swearing on Trowa's parts, and injuries that you make you want your mommy.
AN: I don't know how this idea came to me, all I know is I wrote it and decided "Ah, what the hell." ^_^
God Help Us
It all started out on Saturday morning at 6:00 (AM, duh) and…oh 37 seconds or so.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
"What the-? Is it Wednesday already?" Heero cracked open an eye and yawned. Yes, Heero Yuy was asleep at six on Saturday morning like any normal human being.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Trowa woke up and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock so hard it flew across the room and hit the wall. (He's just talented like that.) Leaving not only a huge dent in the wall, but a twisted piece of clock on the floor. (In case you couldn't tell, Trowa is not a morning person.)
The yelling stopped for a minute, but then promptly started again, this time accompanied by pounding on the wall.
"Duo, what the hell are you doing?" Trowa yelled, attempting to be heard over the wailing.
"Let me out of my room! I wanna watch cartoons!"
"Open your own damn door," Trowa grumbled and rolled over.
"I can't reach the doorknob! WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Trowa managed to hold out for few minutes by pressing his pillow over his ears and waiting for the bullet from Heero's gun to shut Duo up.
"I'm missing Daffy! Lemme out!" Duo cried. There was a very loud crashing sound from Duo's room, followed by giggling and screeching.
Slowly rolling out of bed and grimacing as he got closer to the peals of laughter, Trowa wrenched Duo's door open, nearly tearing it off it's hinges.
His room was in complete disarray. Most of the furniture was knocked over, plates and silverware were bent or broken, and Duo's wide collection of comic books had been scattered around the room.
But Trowa didn't notice any of this when he caught sight of the braided pilot.
"Oh, hello!" He giggled. He was standing at the foot of his bed, holding onto the posts at either end.
Trowa rubbed his eyes. No way, this wasn't happening. When he opened them again, Duo was jumping up and down in oversized boxers and laughing madly.
"Cartoons!" He realized suddenly, jumping off the bed and flying towards the door. Trowa caught his wits just in time to reach down and scoop Duo up.
"You need to get some clothes on first. How old are you?"
"I'm six years old! I wanna watch cartoons!"
"Not until you get dressed." Trowa instructed, setting him down. Duo stood there pouting, and then with a deft move he picked up the nearest thing, (which just happened to be a baseball bat) and connected it against Trowa's shin with a loud thud.
"Dammit! You little monster!" Trowa clutched his leg and hopped up and down, while Duo streaked past him.
Click. "I don't think so." Duo stopped short, staring down the barrel of Heero's gun.
"But, I," Duo's lower lip trembled and he started wailing for all he was worth.
"What's going on?" A sleepy eyed Quatre murmured stepping out of his room and rubbing his eyes.
"Ask him." Heero motioned to the sobbing Duo with his pistol.
"Duo?"
Duo sniffled and nodded.
"Put that away Heero, you're scaring him," Quatre snapped kneeling down in front of the small pilot. "Hey little guy. Let's get you into some clothes."
Duo obliged happily, and allowed Quatre to lead him off in search of clothes small enough for a six-year-old to wear.
Trowa limped into the hallway, his usually unemotional face livid. "I think he broke my leg. What a little bastard."
(It was about this point that the authoress was distracted by her Gundam Wing DVD, and didn't type anything for about twenty minutes. Too busy watching Trowa in a flight suit, most likely.)
"I'm going to go call a doctor. Seriously, I get blown up in space and the worst thing that happens is amnesia. I get hit in the leg by a six year old and break the fucking thing." (In case you couldn't tell, Trowa is REALLY REALLY not a morning person) And with that he limped off in search of a phone.
Heero went down the stairs as well, prepared to drink a pot of caffeinated black coffee to help him wake up. (Caffeine doesn't cause Heero to drop off like normal people. He's special that way. ^_^)
Wufei was sitting in the middle of the family room, meditating, as usual. (He wakes up early on Saturday cause he's not normal. But then again, none of the Gundam pilots are. *shrug*)
About ten minutes of peace passed, (well as peaceful as a sleep depraved Trowa with no coffee and a broken leg can be) before Quatre led the ever cheerful Duo down the stairs.
He was wearing an oversized baseball shirt, khaki shorts, (that looked suspiciously like Quatre had cut his own pants) and a loose braid. (Some things never change)
(You know what I realized? That this story is using an excessive amount of parentheses, which probably dulls the effect of the story, although it does inform. And although they are a barrel of fun, I should probably refrain from using them. What a New Year's resolution!! I promise you that this story will be (almost) completely free of parentheses! Yes, from…oh wait, heh, you probably want to get back to the story. Well, go on then.)
"Good morning!" He chirped, then bounded off and switched on the TV, turning it up so loud that eardrums are on the brink of shattering.
Wufei lasted for about ten minutes of a very loud Scooby Doo, shrieks of Duo's laughter, and Quatre's comments on him 'just being a kid'.
"That's it! Shut up you little-" Wufei was cut short. Being in meditation and all, his eyes had been closed, and he had just assumed, and a very good assumption it was, that Duo was being himself. (Hey, I didn't use…damn.)
Duo stared angelically at Wufei, his little cherub face oozing innocence, which of course affected the Chinese pilot zilch. "What the hell?"
"Don't curse around Duo, he's impressionable." Quatre reprimanded from the kitchen.
"What are you, his mother?" Wufei growled, at the scarily mother like Arabian pilot, making coffee in the kitchen.
"Well, somebody has got to do the job, and you three are being terrible role models!" Quatre snapped back in reply.
"Can you say PMS?" Wufei muttered under his breath. Quatre opened his mouth to reply, because as you all know, he hears all, but was interrupted by Duo.
The said pilot was bouncing up and down on the couch, laughing, his braid swinging every which way. "I'm hungry!" He then turned to Wufei and giggled, "hell!" He exclaimed, jumping of the couch and jutting out his lower lip.
At that point, the usually unemotional Trowa probably would have laughed. After all, we all know, that at heart he's a softie, and probably would shower whatever children he had with love and gifts. But, at that point, poor Trowa was muttering words the would make a sailor blush, grumpy not only because of his leg, but the fact that he still had no coffee.
Being as it was, nobody commented on the situation, and Quatre went to the cabinet to pour Duo a bowl of cereal. Handing the young boy a bowl of Capn' Crunch, Duo's acclaimed favorite, the young boy squealed with delight, flinging the cereal into the air, and doing his best to impersonate a pirate. "Shiver me timbers, a treasure!" He whispered, picking up one of the berry thingies and shoving it into his mouth.
He continued this game for a few minutes, before Wufei snapped back to the real world, and stomped on the rest of the cereal. "Eat like a normal human being." He then walked stormily to the kitchen, grabbing a box of who-knows-what and going to his room in the basement.
Duo's lip trembled precariously, and Quatre rushed forward to comfort him.
"Don't." Quatre stopped short and looked up. Heero was reading the newspaper but shaking his head, "just don't."
Stepping back and sitting back down at the table, (as it's a well-known fact you should always obey people with guns) he picked up a section of the newspaper, and ignored the pouting mass of child, that is Duo.
It was only a matter of seconds before the waterworks started. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Duo cried, wailing loudly enough to rouse the dead.
He stopped short, however, when he saw Bugs up on the screen and turned happily to watch the bane of parents all over the world. Saturday morning cartoons.
He continued watching cartoons, even while the doctor wrapped up a very angry Trowa's leg, and Wufei's shouting about the 'fucking leak in the basement', and Heero shooting a solicitor. The other pilot's took this into account, and didn't worry about it until around ten or so. (You know, when normal people wake up)
"Is it just me or is he slowly melding with the television?" Trowa asked, much more agreeable, as he had had a few cups of coffee, and his leg wasn't in quite so much pain.
Heero glanced up from the paper, (it's magical, it takes four hours to read) and then back down again. "Yup."
Quatre, being the overly kind bastard that he is, (yes, I took that from another fic. ^^) nodded hopelessly, having been trying to pry Duo away from the TV for about an hour.
Trowa stood up, walked calmly to the television and switched it off. It took about .0135 seconds for Duo to realize this, and he grabbed for the nearest thing to him, but Trowa having very quick reflexives, flipped over the young boy's head and sat back down in the kitchen.
Duo jumped forward and desperately pressed the 'power' button, but to no avail. In the short time it had been turned off (about a second to be exact) Wufei had slipped behind the monstrosity and snipped the wires.
The house would have surely flooded at this point, had not the ever persistent Relena shown up, to 'spread the joy'. She bounded into the kitchen, wearing an extremely short skirt, and reeked of some crappy rose scents, that she most likely had bought from K-mart for about 60 cents or so.
"Why hello! Heero, you're looking good today!" She giggled, fluttering her eyes, trying to look cute, but ending up looking more like a cross between a badger and a horny weasel.
"Hn." Was his ever popular response, flipping the page to continue reading the magical newspaper.
"Why Heero! You're not wearing your spandex today!" She gasped, mortified. (Come on, even Heero Yuy has to wear casual clothes on a Saturday.)
"Hn."
"Why, I don't know what to say!"
"How about you stop saying 'why' at the beginning of each sentence, you hobitch." Trowa muttered, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
"She can't help saying why, she always confused." Wufei added, being upstairs momentarily to grab another box of something-or-other from the kitchen.
"Why do you always have to be so mean to me?" It was about this point that all the Gundam boys, yes, ALL the Gundam boys started laughing insanely. Relena, of course, didn't understand what they were laughing about, so instead she just smiled.
"Are you babysitting? Why, that's so nice of you!" She walked to the family room, where a curious Duo was staring at her.
"You're ugly," he smiled.
She gasped. "What manners! Who are your parents?"
Duo pointed to Quatre (who had been the only one to do anything kind for him the entire morning) "That's my Daddy!" He proclaimed.
Relena raised an eyebrow. Okay, tried to raise an eyebrow. It resulted more in her entire face twisting so that she looked like a normal human being. "Why, for being Quatre's son you look an awful lot like Duo."
"I am Duo!" The braided pilot exclaimed, pointing proudly to himself.
"What, what happened, Heero?" She asked turning to the boys sitting in the kitchen.
"How the hell should I know."
(It was about this time that I resolved to not bash Relena so much. So from now on, the bashing will be turned down quite a few notches on the bash-o-meter.)
"He was just a kid when we woke up this morning. Who knows, Duo eats so much junk, it's a surprise he hasn't sprouted an extra set of arms and eyes." Quatre shrugged.
"Well, if he's going to be a little kid, he needs to get a wardrobe." Relena smiled, ruffling Duo's hair. He giggled, and took her hand. "So, we need to go to the mall."
"Have fun." Heero waved, putting down the paper, and walking over to the counter to rinse out his coffee cup.
"I can't go by myself! If he's going to live with you four, then you have to bond with him."
"He can live with you then."
Relena glared at the four boys, and started walking off with Duo, who stopped short and reached towards the other pilots. He looked on the edge of crying again, so the four un-chibified pilots quickly drew into a huddle.
"I'm not going. Walking around a place I hate, with a broken leg, and Relena, is not my idea of fun." Trowa shook his head.
"I don't know, I already did so much for him this morning. And, normally I would go, but it's Saturday, and when I go to the mall I usually end up getting stalked." Quatre explained apologetically.
"No." Wufei growled.
All heads turned to Heero, who shook his head. "You are her favorite," Quatre smiled.
"I'd rather have a sex change thank you very much."
"Come on Heero. We've all done something this morning, and now it's your turn, whether you like it or not. It won't be that bad."
Heero glared at Quatre. "No more then half an hour, and if she asks me to kill her, I won't hesitate."
"Fair enough!" Quatre agreed, turning to Relena and putting on his serene smile. "Heero has decided to go with you. But, since Duo is only six he shouldn't be out for more then half an hour."
"Half an hour to decide a whole wardrobe? I might be able to find him an outfit or two, but not a whole wardrobe!"
"We'll just do laundry more." Heero replied, grabbing the keys and stomping towards the car. "We're not going in that pink piece of shit." He snorted, before Relena could say a word.
"Don't use that language around children!" She scolded, acting like Quatre had been doing earlier that morning. Except that when she did it, it was really annoying and made Heero want to shoot her about ten times more then he usually did.
"I'll use whatever damn language I want."
~End of Part One~
TBC.....Comments, suggestions, assassination attempts?
Rated PG-13 for: A lot of swearing on Trowa's parts, and injuries that you make you want your mommy.
AN: I don't know how this idea came to me, all I know is I wrote it and decided "Ah, what the hell." ^_^
God Help Us
It all started out on Saturday morning at 6:00 (AM, duh) and…oh 37 seconds or so.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
"What the-? Is it Wednesday already?" Heero cracked open an eye and yawned. Yes, Heero Yuy was asleep at six on Saturday morning like any normal human being.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Trowa woke up and hit the snooze button on his alarm clock so hard it flew across the room and hit the wall. (He's just talented like that.) Leaving not only a huge dent in the wall, but a twisted piece of clock on the floor. (In case you couldn't tell, Trowa is not a morning person.)
The yelling stopped for a minute, but then promptly started again, this time accompanied by pounding on the wall.
"Duo, what the hell are you doing?" Trowa yelled, attempting to be heard over the wailing.
"Let me out of my room! I wanna watch cartoons!"
"Open your own damn door," Trowa grumbled and rolled over.
"I can't reach the doorknob! WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Trowa managed to hold out for few minutes by pressing his pillow over his ears and waiting for the bullet from Heero's gun to shut Duo up.
"I'm missing Daffy! Lemme out!" Duo cried. There was a very loud crashing sound from Duo's room, followed by giggling and screeching.
Slowly rolling out of bed and grimacing as he got closer to the peals of laughter, Trowa wrenched Duo's door open, nearly tearing it off it's hinges.
His room was in complete disarray. Most of the furniture was knocked over, plates and silverware were bent or broken, and Duo's wide collection of comic books had been scattered around the room.
But Trowa didn't notice any of this when he caught sight of the braided pilot.
"Oh, hello!" He giggled. He was standing at the foot of his bed, holding onto the posts at either end.
Trowa rubbed his eyes. No way, this wasn't happening. When he opened them again, Duo was jumping up and down in oversized boxers and laughing madly.
"Cartoons!" He realized suddenly, jumping off the bed and flying towards the door. Trowa caught his wits just in time to reach down and scoop Duo up.
"You need to get some clothes on first. How old are you?"
"I'm six years old! I wanna watch cartoons!"
"Not until you get dressed." Trowa instructed, setting him down. Duo stood there pouting, and then with a deft move he picked up the nearest thing, (which just happened to be a baseball bat) and connected it against Trowa's shin with a loud thud.
"Dammit! You little monster!" Trowa clutched his leg and hopped up and down, while Duo streaked past him.
Click. "I don't think so." Duo stopped short, staring down the barrel of Heero's gun.
"But, I," Duo's lower lip trembled and he started wailing for all he was worth.
"What's going on?" A sleepy eyed Quatre murmured stepping out of his room and rubbing his eyes.
"Ask him." Heero motioned to the sobbing Duo with his pistol.
"Duo?"
Duo sniffled and nodded.
"Put that away Heero, you're scaring him," Quatre snapped kneeling down in front of the small pilot. "Hey little guy. Let's get you into some clothes."
Duo obliged happily, and allowed Quatre to lead him off in search of clothes small enough for a six-year-old to wear.
Trowa limped into the hallway, his usually unemotional face livid. "I think he broke my leg. What a little bastard."
(It was about this point that the authoress was distracted by her Gundam Wing DVD, and didn't type anything for about twenty minutes. Too busy watching Trowa in a flight suit, most likely.)
"I'm going to go call a doctor. Seriously, I get blown up in space and the worst thing that happens is amnesia. I get hit in the leg by a six year old and break the fucking thing." (In case you couldn't tell, Trowa is REALLY REALLY not a morning person) And with that he limped off in search of a phone.
Heero went down the stairs as well, prepared to drink a pot of caffeinated black coffee to help him wake up. (Caffeine doesn't cause Heero to drop off like normal people. He's special that way. ^_^)
Wufei was sitting in the middle of the family room, meditating, as usual. (He wakes up early on Saturday cause he's not normal. But then again, none of the Gundam pilots are. *shrug*)
About ten minutes of peace passed, (well as peaceful as a sleep depraved Trowa with no coffee and a broken leg can be) before Quatre led the ever cheerful Duo down the stairs.
He was wearing an oversized baseball shirt, khaki shorts, (that looked suspiciously like Quatre had cut his own pants) and a loose braid. (Some things never change)
(You know what I realized? That this story is using an excessive amount of parentheses, which probably dulls the effect of the story, although it does inform. And although they are a barrel of fun, I should probably refrain from using them. What a New Year's resolution!! I promise you that this story will be (almost) completely free of parentheses! Yes, from…oh wait, heh, you probably want to get back to the story. Well, go on then.)
"Good morning!" He chirped, then bounded off and switched on the TV, turning it up so loud that eardrums are on the brink of shattering.
Wufei lasted for about ten minutes of a very loud Scooby Doo, shrieks of Duo's laughter, and Quatre's comments on him 'just being a kid'.
"That's it! Shut up you little-" Wufei was cut short. Being in meditation and all, his eyes had been closed, and he had just assumed, and a very good assumption it was, that Duo was being himself. (Hey, I didn't use…damn.)
Duo stared angelically at Wufei, his little cherub face oozing innocence, which of course affected the Chinese pilot zilch. "What the hell?"
"Don't curse around Duo, he's impressionable." Quatre reprimanded from the kitchen.
"What are you, his mother?" Wufei growled, at the scarily mother like Arabian pilot, making coffee in the kitchen.
"Well, somebody has got to do the job, and you three are being terrible role models!" Quatre snapped back in reply.
"Can you say PMS?" Wufei muttered under his breath. Quatre opened his mouth to reply, because as you all know, he hears all, but was interrupted by Duo.
The said pilot was bouncing up and down on the couch, laughing, his braid swinging every which way. "I'm hungry!" He then turned to Wufei and giggled, "hell!" He exclaimed, jumping of the couch and jutting out his lower lip.
At that point, the usually unemotional Trowa probably would have laughed. After all, we all know, that at heart he's a softie, and probably would shower whatever children he had with love and gifts. But, at that point, poor Trowa was muttering words the would make a sailor blush, grumpy not only because of his leg, but the fact that he still had no coffee.
Being as it was, nobody commented on the situation, and Quatre went to the cabinet to pour Duo a bowl of cereal. Handing the young boy a bowl of Capn' Crunch, Duo's acclaimed favorite, the young boy squealed with delight, flinging the cereal into the air, and doing his best to impersonate a pirate. "Shiver me timbers, a treasure!" He whispered, picking up one of the berry thingies and shoving it into his mouth.
He continued this game for a few minutes, before Wufei snapped back to the real world, and stomped on the rest of the cereal. "Eat like a normal human being." He then walked stormily to the kitchen, grabbing a box of who-knows-what and going to his room in the basement.
Duo's lip trembled precariously, and Quatre rushed forward to comfort him.
"Don't." Quatre stopped short and looked up. Heero was reading the newspaper but shaking his head, "just don't."
Stepping back and sitting back down at the table, (as it's a well-known fact you should always obey people with guns) he picked up a section of the newspaper, and ignored the pouting mass of child, that is Duo.
It was only a matter of seconds before the waterworks started. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Duo cried, wailing loudly enough to rouse the dead.
He stopped short, however, when he saw Bugs up on the screen and turned happily to watch the bane of parents all over the world. Saturday morning cartoons.
He continued watching cartoons, even while the doctor wrapped up a very angry Trowa's leg, and Wufei's shouting about the 'fucking leak in the basement', and Heero shooting a solicitor. The other pilot's took this into account, and didn't worry about it until around ten or so. (You know, when normal people wake up)
"Is it just me or is he slowly melding with the television?" Trowa asked, much more agreeable, as he had had a few cups of coffee, and his leg wasn't in quite so much pain.
Heero glanced up from the paper, (it's magical, it takes four hours to read) and then back down again. "Yup."
Quatre, being the overly kind bastard that he is, (yes, I took that from another fic. ^^) nodded hopelessly, having been trying to pry Duo away from the TV for about an hour.
Trowa stood up, walked calmly to the television and switched it off. It took about .0135 seconds for Duo to realize this, and he grabbed for the nearest thing to him, but Trowa having very quick reflexives, flipped over the young boy's head and sat back down in the kitchen.
Duo jumped forward and desperately pressed the 'power' button, but to no avail. In the short time it had been turned off (about a second to be exact) Wufei had slipped behind the monstrosity and snipped the wires.
The house would have surely flooded at this point, had not the ever persistent Relena shown up, to 'spread the joy'. She bounded into the kitchen, wearing an extremely short skirt, and reeked of some crappy rose scents, that she most likely had bought from K-mart for about 60 cents or so.
"Why hello! Heero, you're looking good today!" She giggled, fluttering her eyes, trying to look cute, but ending up looking more like a cross between a badger and a horny weasel.
"Hn." Was his ever popular response, flipping the page to continue reading the magical newspaper.
"Why Heero! You're not wearing your spandex today!" She gasped, mortified. (Come on, even Heero Yuy has to wear casual clothes on a Saturday.)
"Hn."
"Why, I don't know what to say!"
"How about you stop saying 'why' at the beginning of each sentence, you hobitch." Trowa muttered, pouring himself another cup of coffee.
"She can't help saying why, she always confused." Wufei added, being upstairs momentarily to grab another box of something-or-other from the kitchen.
"Why do you always have to be so mean to me?" It was about this point that all the Gundam boys, yes, ALL the Gundam boys started laughing insanely. Relena, of course, didn't understand what they were laughing about, so instead she just smiled.
"Are you babysitting? Why, that's so nice of you!" She walked to the family room, where a curious Duo was staring at her.
"You're ugly," he smiled.
She gasped. "What manners! Who are your parents?"
Duo pointed to Quatre (who had been the only one to do anything kind for him the entire morning) "That's my Daddy!" He proclaimed.
Relena raised an eyebrow. Okay, tried to raise an eyebrow. It resulted more in her entire face twisting so that she looked like a normal human being. "Why, for being Quatre's son you look an awful lot like Duo."
"I am Duo!" The braided pilot exclaimed, pointing proudly to himself.
"What, what happened, Heero?" She asked turning to the boys sitting in the kitchen.
"How the hell should I know."
(It was about this time that I resolved to not bash Relena so much. So from now on, the bashing will be turned down quite a few notches on the bash-o-meter.)
"He was just a kid when we woke up this morning. Who knows, Duo eats so much junk, it's a surprise he hasn't sprouted an extra set of arms and eyes." Quatre shrugged.
"Well, if he's going to be a little kid, he needs to get a wardrobe." Relena smiled, ruffling Duo's hair. He giggled, and took her hand. "So, we need to go to the mall."
"Have fun." Heero waved, putting down the paper, and walking over to the counter to rinse out his coffee cup.
"I can't go by myself! If he's going to live with you four, then you have to bond with him."
"He can live with you then."
Relena glared at the four boys, and started walking off with Duo, who stopped short and reached towards the other pilots. He looked on the edge of crying again, so the four un-chibified pilots quickly drew into a huddle.
"I'm not going. Walking around a place I hate, with a broken leg, and Relena, is not my idea of fun." Trowa shook his head.
"I don't know, I already did so much for him this morning. And, normally I would go, but it's Saturday, and when I go to the mall I usually end up getting stalked." Quatre explained apologetically.
"No." Wufei growled.
All heads turned to Heero, who shook his head. "You are her favorite," Quatre smiled.
"I'd rather have a sex change thank you very much."
"Come on Heero. We've all done something this morning, and now it's your turn, whether you like it or not. It won't be that bad."
Heero glared at Quatre. "No more then half an hour, and if she asks me to kill her, I won't hesitate."
"Fair enough!" Quatre agreed, turning to Relena and putting on his serene smile. "Heero has decided to go with you. But, since Duo is only six he shouldn't be out for more then half an hour."
"Half an hour to decide a whole wardrobe? I might be able to find him an outfit or two, but not a whole wardrobe!"
"We'll just do laundry more." Heero replied, grabbing the keys and stomping towards the car. "We're not going in that pink piece of shit." He snorted, before Relena could say a word.
"Don't use that language around children!" She scolded, acting like Quatre had been doing earlier that morning. Except that when she did it, it was really annoying and made Heero want to shoot her about ten times more then he usually did.
"I'll use whatever damn language I want."
~End of Part One~
TBC.....Comments, suggestions, assassination attempts?