Duo and the Lodged Chunk of Chicken
by Shinigami Wing EX

Disclaimer: Me? Own Gundam Wing? Get outta here! I wish I did!



It was a typical evening as the Gundam pilots ate at the kitchen table of the townhouse. The dinner was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a buch of other stuff. Quatre ate quietly as he listened to Duo ramble on about Deathscythe and their adventures while shovelling down mouthfuls of food. Trowa read the newspaper which he always does in the evening without so much as a word. Wufei was practicing swordfighting near the counter by the refrigerator while taking moments to take bites of food.


"So Deathscythe swoops down and...*munch munch*...we chop three...no five robots at once!...*smack*...then ten other ones come in!", Duo exclaims. He shoves a mouthful of potato in his mouth and continues to keep talking. Heero eyes him then continues.


"Give it a rest, Maxwell! These longwinded stories are getting highly annoying!", Wufei states with irritation. Duo ignores him.


"What happened next?", Quatre asked. Wufei growls.


"You are just feeding his pride!"


"Well...*crunch*...we came out among them and stood ready!"


He pulls off a rather large chunk of chicken and woofs it down.


"Deathscythe wields around and...*munch munch*...and...*gag*..."


Duo puts a hand to his mouth and coughs.


"And?", Quatre asks. Duo pulls at his collar. His eyes are wide and bloodshot. Trowa turns a page of his paper and continues to read.


"And...*sputter*...I...*gag*...*choke*...."


Duo begins to make choking noises. He puts both hands to his throat. His face turns pink then red. Trowa nods at something in the paper and Heero begins a new email letter online. Wufei dodges an imaginary attack. Quatre cocks his head.


"Are you okay, Duo?"


Duo shook his head slowly as his face goes blue. He gags and sputters. His hands pull at his collar once again. He falls to his knees, bangs his head against the table, and falls to the ground. Trowa takes a sip of his drink. Heero yawns. Quatre gets up and runs about frantically.


"Duo`s choking! Duo`s choking! Now...what was that thing called that I could do to help a choking victim?...I`ll never get this right! AHHHHH!!!!"


He runs about in a fit. Duo gags and reaches a shaking hand out to Heero. As Duo gets to his feet shakily Heero reaches back his hand slowly. He pulls it forward smacking Duo in the back. Duo hits the table with his gut and the chunk of meat flies out. It sails across the room and nails Wufei right in the forehead. As Wufei is taken by surprise he does not notice Quatre running around in circles until he trips over his feet and knocks the blond pilot down. While this happens Duo slips across the table from Heero`s impact on his back and his head punches through Trowa`s newspaper. Heero continues typing. Trowa eyes Duo. Duo grins sheepishly.


"I guess that I should have chewed first huh?"

From then on Duo always chews his food before swallowing though this has not slowed down his talking ability.