A Gundam Ten-Pin Adventure
Part 1
By me (darkkalea)
Note: I don't own any of these characters (ok, maybe the fat, old guy behind the counter… but I don't want to own him!! You can keep him!) We all know who GW is owned by, and I don't want to be sued. So don't!
"Alright," shouted Duo Maxwell, standing up from the table. "The Shinigami is bored!"
"Duo, shut up," Heero Yuy scowled, poking at his 'breakfast' experimentally. "Who let Trowa cook?" He glared at the silent pilot across the table.
"Oh, it's not that bad," the ever-cheerful Quatre Winner said optimistically. Though his words were light-hearted, he was obviously pushing the 'food' around on his plate, trying to make it appear eaten.
Trowa Barton remained stoic, staring out from under his bangs.
"But I want to do something!" Duo muttered, sitting back down and sulking. The other four pilots ignored him.
Chang Wufei was forcing the barely-edible substance down his throat. His pale face had a faint tinge of green. He glanced up at Trowa, who hadn't touched his own cooking.
"Onna, eat your slop!" He commanded, his mouth full. "It's injustice enough that we have to eat it."
"I'm not hungry," Trowa replied, pursing his lips.
"Disrespect!"
Duo stood up again, and grabbed his jacket from the nearby coat rack. With a laugh, flung the remaining coats on his friends.
"C'mon, dudes. We're goin' somewhere!"
The others just stared at him, unmoved.
"If you don't get you're rears in gear, I'm going to have Trowa cook indefinitely!"
Everyone was out the door in the next five seconds.
"This better be good," Heero murmured, breathing in the fresh air, then coughing and choking as a car sped by, spewing exhaust everywhere. "Omae o korosu." He yanked out his carefully concealed gun and pulled the trigger. One of the tires on the car exploded. As he tucked his gun away, he whispered in monotone "Mission, complete."
"Bowling!?!" Wufei shouted, his eyes wide. "You're taking us bowling?"
"Yeah, got something wrong with that?" Duo flipped his braid over his shoulder and gazed back with his violet eyes.
"Bowling is for weaklings! And women! Weakling women!"
"Baka."
"Bakayaro."
"Guys," Quatre whined, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture. "Please don't fight! Can't we settle this peacefully?"
Duo and Wufei turned on the Arabian blond, glaring.
"Q-man, you ruin all our fun!" the self-proclaimed Shinigami complained.
"Fun is for weaklings!"
"Aw, shut up."
Duo stalked up to the front desk and rented them a lane and came back, a goofy grin plastered on his face again.
"Hee-chan, get the shoes will you? I'll set up the system, 'kay?"
"Whatever," Heero shrugged, trudging to the front desk. Duo turned to the rest of the pilots and motioned them to follow him and bounced away, his braid flying.
Heero stood at the front desk, impatiently tapping his foot. The old, fat guy behind the desk wasn't paying any attention to him. He cleared his throat… several times. The clerk turned around.
"What do you want, kid?" Heero was unruffled.
"Shoes."
"How many pairs."
"Enough for my party."
"And how many is that?"
"Five."
"What size?"
"Of what?"
"Shoe! What size shoe?"
"Um, large."
"Kid," the old man hissed, leaning his double-chinned face into the Japanese pilot's. "Who do ya think you're messing with?"
"I had no idea that I was messing with anybody."
"D'ya want a fat lip, you punk?"
"Hmmm, depends how fat. "
"What?"
"If you were to transfer your fat to my lips to make you marginally acceptable in the weight factor, I'd spend the rest of my life kissing the floor and dragging my lips around."
"Why you little-" the guy started to lunge at him when Heero whipped his gun out of his, um, spandex and pointed at the irate fat guy.
"Omae o korosu."
"Wh-wh-what?"
"Omae-"
"Heero!" Duo shouted, running and waving his arms. "What the hell do you think your doing? Put the damn thing away!"
Heero turned his head towards the God of Death then back at the clerk. He gave him the 'Glare of Death' and stuffed the gun back to wherever it came from. Duo grabbed his friend's tank top sleeve (or lack there of) and dragged the brooding Heero to their lane, minus the shoes.
The other three pilots were frantically punching buttons on the console, trying to change the names on the screen. The screen read as follows:
Hee-chan
Shinigami
Honorboy
Q-man
Silent1
Duo had obviously gotten to the console first and made the unfortunate (if not irreversible) names.
Wufei glared at Duo, stalked over to a seat and sat in it. Trowa leaned over Quatre and hunt-and-pecked at the shiny keys while Quatre's fingers flashed nimbly around the keyboard. He leaned back and sighed.
"It's no use! It's encoded." Wufei turned to glare at Duo, whose grin was blazing all over the place.
"I… hate… you… onna weakling!"
"Well!" Duo cried, rubbing his hands together fiercely. "Now that I have received the tirade from Wufei-san, let's get bowling!"
Three groans chimed in to punctuate his sentence, minus Trowa, who was just silent, as usual.
There is part one of my story. Thanks for reading. Make sure to review please! I like reviews… they make me happy! =happy happy happy= Stay tuned for part 2!