A/N: are you ready???? For what you may ask. Well, we are baaaack… again. And today our victim is…Trowa!

Trowa:…shit

Quatre: I am sorry, my darling.

Duo and Heero: Yay! They are good to us.

Duo: Hey Hee-chan, guess what we get to do in every chapter?

C&J: NOOOO don't tell!!!

Disclaimer: We don't own nothing! Shut up. If we did, we wouldn't share, and we wouldn't be obligated to write our fantasies on fan fiction.

Moody Monday: day one

The rising sun cast gentle rays of sunlight through my window and into my room, illuminating the darkness within. The melodious sound of young birds chirping merrily outside my window roused me from my peaceful slumber. A gentle smile adorned my lips as I rolled over to cuddle into my lover. Alas, it was not to be. I was rudely awaked when, as I rolled, the bed abruptly ended and my body continued its journey causing my face to make acquaintance with the rough wooden floor. "Fucking Newton's law," I muttered, cursing all science and the law of gravity. I was more of a liberal arts kind of guy anyway.

Unfortunately for everyone else, my good mood stayed with the bed that I had just ungracefully exited. I made my way down the creaky stairs of the safe house and made my way into the kitchen for my daily cup of herbal tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I did my usual ritual of standing on one of the chairs to get the honey out of the highest cupboard. Of course the honey was there. The honey is only used by me for my tea (and occasionally I have to steal it back from Heero and Duo's room) so of course the honey would be in the highest fucking cupboard. I'm only the shortest gundam boy! Standing on chairs is one thing I've always hated doing. It makes me feel like a child. I am not a child! I am a fucking mature adult who handles all stressful situations with grace and eloquence! Fuck!!

While continuing my mental rant, I searched furiously for my honey. It wasn't there. Where is my honey? I got off the chair and immediately slid; falling on the ground and banding me head against the floor. I hate floor. Why the hell don't we have any carpet!? I looked for the culprit of my fall and came face to face with a pile of sticky, golden goop. Ah. I found the honey. I don't want to know why it was there. I really, really don't.

After getting my honey (not only in the plastic bear bottle but also all over my freshly washed pajama bottoms), I proceeded to pour the hot water into my favorite porcelain cup and searched for my exquisite silver spoon. Pulling it out, I found that it was bent. Damn you Duo, I thought I told you not to use my spoon for getting out the ice cream!! Bending it back into shape, a scowl marred my normally placid face and I tired to pour the honey into my spoon. Nothing came out. Nothing. Nilch. Nada. I think at that moment my death glare would even send Heero packing. I furiously shook the honey bottle, trying to get some to come near the opening of the container. So, needless to say, when I squeezed the honey bottle, the fucking honey went spewing out. All over me, the spoon, and the counter.

The thing about honey is that it never comes off. Never. If honey were a human, it would be the most clingy, annoying, stalking person in the entire universe (See Relena). One of those people that you just put up with because they are permanently stuck to you. I would never want to put up with one of those people. All of a sudden, I felt extremely sorry for Heero.

While I was at war with the honey (And losing I might add), I felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around me and pull me into his body. I leaned back, immediately feeling all of my stress wash away and I smelt the welcoming scent that gave me shivers every time. I felt a warm tongue dart out and lick some of the offending amber liquid off my neck and a husky voice whispered in my ear, "Good morning honey."

That was it.

I whirled around, pushing Trowa away from me and glaring into his eye. "What did you call me?" I whispered dangerously. Trowa backed away slightly. "Did you just compare to Relena?!" I could see the confusion flash across his face as he opened his mouth, no doubt to deny it. But I was too far gone to listen to excuses.

"Did you just say that I was clingy? Are you insinuation that I'm annoying?! That you want to get rid of me but can't because I won't leave you alone!!!!?" As I attacked him, voice got louder, until I was practically yelling at his stunned, handsome face. Suddenly feeling very sad and used, I fled from the room, tears flowing down my face. "You idiot!" I called out at him as I jumped over the two naked, honey covered bodies in the hallway and ran out of the house. Today just sucked.

Line.

Line.

Line.

Dear Diary,

I have no idea what happened today. I was just trying to greet my lover. My wonderful, gentle, sweet lover…who happened to neither be gentle nor sweet this morning. I was just trying to be cute and use play on words! That alone is hard for me, as I barely ever talk. But he freaked out on me. I didn't compare him to Relena…I have no idea what's going on. Help me.

Trowa.

A/N: Yes… we are back! And yes, Trowa keeps a diary. 4 am C and J talk about Quatre PMSing and poor Trowa getting the brunt of his attack for coming up with sweet nicknames. So what do we do? Fan fiction on course. Three cups of coffee later, and much giggling, poor Trowa gets attacked!!! Yes we are evil. Don't worry we love Trowa.