Welcome to my completely crack collection of drabbles, ficlets, and snippets. When the inspiration arises and I just have to write a oneshot about the Gundam boys, this is where they'll go.
Some notes/Warnings/etc: I own nothing. These will be YAOI or Shounen-ai. These may not go in any kind of chronological order, or be connected in any way. Some may contain vulgar language, fluffiness, angst, or even occaisional humor, all depenging on my current pathos. Please enjoy.
I wrote this one for an online writing class. I really liked writing it, so I hope it's a fun read.
The post card arrived on Tuesday morning, predictably enough, straight to Q-ball's mailbox. Now, how she knew which of his houses we were staying at, and when we would be there, that's anyone's guess.
I got to be the lucky one to receive it when it arrived. That was fine with me, because I think if any of the others had realized what I'd done, I'd have probably gotten hurt, shot, killed, and/or seriously maimed. Oh sure, they'd laugh about it later, be glad she was gone, but they would have had to have "punished" me, just to teach me a "lesson."
Whatever.
Anyway, I think Quatre and Trowa were in the music room. Well, I hope that's where they were, because they had disappeared a few hours ago, together, and I really didn't want to be thinking about where else they could have got to.
Cough, cough.
FeiFei…'scuse me, Wufei wasn't there. Antisocial son of a….anyway, pretty sure he was still out on some mission doing some Preventers work, because if he had been in the house, I woulda' been annoying him like whoa.
Heero was the only one whose location I was sure of. He had just kicked me out of his room at gunpoint, telling me in less than five words that he was busy and needed some peace and quiet to get his work done, thank-you-very-much, and if I bothered him again I was going to be missing some of my favorite body parts.
Whatta charmer.
I was out by the pool, getting my tan on, when Rashid came to give me the postcard. Of course it was addressed to Heero, with the rest of us added in like an afterthought.
"It's very cold on the moon," Relena wrote in that grossly fancy script. Who uses pink ink, anyway? "And no one here seems to know anything about the peace-keepers conference." Yeah, baby. That's because I made it all up – just to get rid of you. "The flight was very long, and there seemed to have been some engine trouble," I did not have anything to do with that, I swear. "But we all made it unscathed." Drat. "The next available flight isn't for another week," thank you, Shinegami! "But I'll be sure to come pay you a visit as soon as I get back to Earth."
Making a mental note to myself to get everyone to take a "vacation" to the colonies before she returned, I cheerfully tore up the postcard and ate it.
Best, I had learned through trial and error, to hide the evidence.