Title: Hn's The Word
Author: foxinsocks92
Warning: Well there isn't much to warn you of except this is kinda disturbing…in a funny way!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing
Well I decided it was about time to get something up, and this is it! Enjoy!
(xOx)
"Duo! Breakfast!" Quatre called up the stairs, their long haired friend still in his bed.
They had arrived at the latest safehouse after a long flight inside the Gundam. The house itself was quite small, but comfortable enough. Heero and Duo were sharing the room across from Quatre and Trowa. Dear ol' Wufei was bunking on the couch down stairs. Adjacent to that couch, was a fairly large kitchen. It was there where Quatre was cooking his specialty.
Pancakes.
Duo could smell them from his room, with the door open. It was making him drool onto the couch. Duo vaulted out of his comfy bed, scrambled around the room, attempting to find another hair band, since his latest had mysteriously snapped during the night. "COMING!!" He yelled in reply. His sock draw eventually relinquished its prize, and he left, bounding down the creaking stairs.
"Maxwell, could you be any louder?" Wufei snapped from his place opposite the oven top. He was watching Quatre cook, avidly. He could feel his stomach rumbling, and those pancakes looked godly.
"Sure I could, Wuffers." Duo teased.
"MAXWELL!! Quit butchering my name!"
"Don't get your knickers in a knot..." With a change of topic from the amusing, to the important. "How much longer, Q?" He whined, sliding into a chair next to Trowa.
"Not long, Duo."
Trowa and Duo's stomachs rumbled in unison, mourning the thought of waiting any longer. "C'mon Q! Serve it up aleady!"
Halfway through scarfing down his glorious pankcakes, covered in syrup, Duo noticed that the silent, moody teen of Wing Zero had yet to come down for breakfast.
"Anyone seen Hee-man this morning?"
"He's upstairs somewhere, Maxwell. I'm sure he's fine." Wufei murmured, between his worshipping of the fluffy, edible wonders.
After breakfast, Heero still hadn't made an appearance, and it was impossible to miss anyone coming down those stairs; they creaked the minute the slightest amount of weight was applied.
Duo looked in the rooms, until coming to the closed bathroom door. He knocked. "Heero? Buddy? You in there?"
There was a suspicious noise, something akin to a pained groan, but no reply.
"Heero? Are you alright?"
"Hn." Duo rolled his eyes. It was definitely Heero in there. Even Trowa didn't talk in monosyllables.
"What's going on? Are you sick?"
"Hnnnnn!!"
"Is that a yes or a no?"
A strangled noise emitted from the door. "Duo, piss off!" Heero cussed through the door.
"Jeez. You sound ok. What's the deal?"
"Hnn."
"Back to monosyllables already?"
"H-h-h...Hnnnn!!!"
Duo gave the bathroom a concerned look. He wasn't sure he wanted to barge in there, in case Heero was doing some personal, but he didn't sound well either. "...Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes, Duo."
"Is that a yes you're sure?"
"OF COURSE!!" Heero yelled through the door.
Duo cringed and skittered away from the door, lest Heero shoot it. He stuck his nose in the air, and stalked away.
"HHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!"
"Constipation's a bitch, eh Heero?"