It's Tradition!

"Come on guys! We _have_ to get Quatre already. It's tradition!" Duo bounced happily off the walls as he spoke, tugging at the sheets of pilot 01 and then quickly going to the happy couple's room. "Come on Trowa!" It was the anniversary of their meeting. Duo had made up a tradition where they were to play a trick on Quatre every month on this day. The blond did not voice his complains but he definitely did not like it much.

"Duo, do we have to do this? I mean, he looks so peaceful sleeping there."

"Look, Barton, put some clothes on and hurry up. I'm sure he's only sleeping this late 'cause ya screwed him silly last night. Me and Heero could hear it over in our room. And trust me, it kills the mood."

Trowa quickly grabbed a pair of pants and slid them on. "Fine. But nothing too mean." He had an annoyed look on his face. This was not a day that he looked forward to anymore.

"Oh, yeah, sure. It's just something to wake him up." Duo pulled out a feather and a rubber chicken. Yes, Quatre was afraid of rubber chickens, he said that their flexibility scared him. "Hehe. Just tickle him on his feet and then stick the chicken in his face. It'll scare the living daylights outta him."

Heero, who had been standing at the door watching this the whole time, shrugged and went downstairs. As he was leaving, he said "Whatever you do, it's not my fault. I do not want to haul Duo's butt back like last time with the pink coloring." Last time, Duo had decided it'd be funny if Quatre would be all pink. And he was. For a whole day. The Arabian had gone nuts when he saw it and gone ZERO. Duo was very sorry for that one.

But nothing ever holds back the hyperenergetic American. And since this time Heero was willing to kiss his boo-boos and make him feel all better, he really had nothing to be afraid of. So let the pranks begin.

But then there was Trowa, holdig firmly onto Duo's arm. "Come on Duo. Please? Spare Quatre. I mean, look at how angelic he is." He smiled lovingly at the tiny frame on the bed, pale skin shining brightly against the morning sun, golden hair tossed around in every way and fashion.

"Erk! Barf! Geez Trowa! You've been all mushy and stuff ever since you and Quatre became a couple! You're going against tradition!"

Trowa wasn't really listening. He had sat down next to his love and began lightly stroking his hair. "My angel…"

"Ugh!" Duo stomped out of the room in frustration. He was happy for his two friends, but happiness in the way of his hyperactivity was something else. But nonetheless, he was happy. The braided boy jumped down the steps three at a time and bounced right onto his koi's lap, immediately removing the Japanese boy's laptop.

"Were you not busy with scaring Quatre?"

"Well, I was. But then Trowa got all mushy again and he didn't really let me do it."

"So? What are you gonna do?"

"Well, Trowa's going away in a coupla days for a mission, so I think Quatre will appreciate some excitement during his koi's leave." Duo snickered at his own thoughts. Heero just rolled his eyes.

-Owari-