Oh, the Horror! Laundry!
Author: Madisonne
Part: 1/?
Warnings: None, well, except for the out-of-control laundry...
Disclaimer: For some reason, the people at Bandai keep on forgetting to return my calls... So, no, I don't own them yet. Operative word: YET! MWA HA HA HA HA!!! Ahem... Don't steal, or else I'll sic my demon-chibis on you. Stop laughing! They can strip a cow of its meat in one minute! Or is that piranhas? Hmmm...
Notes: Just a silly little thing I wrote on vacation.
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He strode over to the door, completely unaware of the danger in which he was placing himself. He knew this house from top to bottom, excepting the area behind that wooden blockade which had plagued his nightmares, mocking him with its anonymity. And that was an egregious crime.
He stopped in front of the door, reached out and touched the handle, then yanked it open. The poor teen was immediately tackled to the floor by a wave of colours, burying the lad completely. Through the fabric and with lungs steeled with fear, he belt out a curse.
Seconds later, four weapons were pointed at the mass.
"Hey, it looks like Quatre found the laundry room." Duo smirked, putting away his weapon, a motion copy-cat-ed by the other three.
The lump wriggled and a blond head popped out from under the mound. "So this is where the laundry goes!"
"It had to go somewhere, Winner..." Wufei grumped.
"It's a good thing you found it. I'm running out of clothes!" Duo said, obviously pained. "Why don't you start a load?"
Quatre was flabbergasted. "What makes you think I know how to do laundry?"
"Maybe the fact that you had a bazillion sisters and are the only one among us who didn't come from a broken home?"
He gave Duo a pained look.
"Oh, sorry man..."
"Why don't you do the laundry, since you're so adamant about it?" Wufei suggested.
"Okay, one, I'm from L2. We didn't have water to wash clothes. Two, for a good part of my life I was a street-brat. Thanks for bringing it up." He snapped.
"Wufei?" Quatre asked.
He shook his head. "I'd break the damn thing. Yuy? Barton?"
Both boys shook their heads.
"We can't just leave these here. I mean, at some point we all will run out of clothes!" Quatre served as the voice of reason.
"Hey, what's this?" Duo held up two large spray-bottles.
"Fe-breeze?" Wufei read. "Let's see..." He quickly perused the label. "It's an odour-remover!"
"We're saved!" Duo shouted.
And there was much rejoicing.
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