I don't own the wild wing boys, but I do own Toa and all the other unit
names. I thank Goddess of Gundam for helping me with this…and all the guys
on the train who gave us the idea.
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Trowa threw the last bag into the van, his. Duo got behind the wheel of the van and checked the map again. Wufei sat shotgun and everyone else piled into the back. Duo grinned and they pulled out of the driveway and onto the interstate.
"Duo, are you sure you signed us up at the right place?" Heero asked.
"Yep. We're gonna have so much fun!" Duo replied. Everyone groaned. Normally when Duo said that they were going to have a good time, they ended up in hell.
Trowa looked over at Quatre, who had fallen asleep on Heero's shoulder. Heero grinned at Trowa who grinned back. Heero reached his hand up front and tapped Wufei on the shoulder. He turned around, Heero pointed to the sleeping kid. Wufei grinned.
"Wufei, give me your extension." Trowa whispered.
Wufei plucked the little extension from the back of his head. (Sorry folks, Wufei paints his hair onto his head and his ponytail is an extension. Don't ask me how I know this, Pop Flower found this out the hard way.) Heero took it and whipped it across Quatre's face several times. He didn't move. Heero handed the extension back and tried to come up with a way to walk him up.
"Any ideas?" Wufei asked.
"Why don't you smack him, that'll wake him up." Duo said, looking for the correct exit.
"Right, then he'll go zero on us, claiming the car had gone crazy and build a remote control gundam…then blow us up." Heero said.
"But he'll be very sorry about it afterwards." Trowa said.
"I'll take that chance."
Heero, Trowa and Wufei pulled their hands back and Duo heard three consecutive cracks. He flinched a bit and looked at Wufei. Quatre hadn't moved. Heero had an idea. He reached for a flashlight. He shined it into Quatre's eyes.
"Wake up Winner."
"I'm up. I'm up."
Wufei stared at Heero as if to say "How?" Heero just shrugged.
Duo pulled off onto a dirt road and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They pulled up to what looked like a boot camp.
"Duo, where did you sing us up?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, a place called Camp Boot."
They all death glared severely.
"DUO!!! YOU SIGHNED US UP FOR BOOT CAMP!!!"
"Yeah. It lasts for 6 months."
Severe death glare
The boys reluctantly pulled their gear out of the van and found their bunk assignments.
Quatre flung his stuff into the closest mattress. A cloud of dust flew off of it. Once everyone had claimed their beds, the door flew open. The boys scrambled to attention. Trowa glared at the captain, who looked almost exactly like him, but his uni-bang was black and on the other side for the moment.
"Toa." He hissed.
"Trowa." Toa hissed back.
Everyone looked at them, confused.
"Get back in line!" Toa shouted. He turned back to Trowa.
"Your six months of hell are about to start clown. And you're now under my command." Toa said.
"Shut up Catherine."
"Shut up clown."
"Yessir."
Toa gave them 5 minutes to put on their uniforms; tank top, camouflage pants, and heavy black boots. The boys were out in two. Toa grinned.
"Okay boys, down and give me fifty. Then we'll begin."
To make a long story short, they were really tired before the real work began.
"Blondie! You're lagging behind! Pick up the pace!"
"Yessir!"
Quatre's muscles were screaming in agony, and his head throbbed from all the commands shouted at him. He felt like his heart was going to burst. Toa suddenly told them to sack it. The sun was already setting.
The group was too tired to eat, so they hit the sack early…to rest their stressed muscles.
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Trowa threw the last bag into the van, his. Duo got behind the wheel of the van and checked the map again. Wufei sat shotgun and everyone else piled into the back. Duo grinned and they pulled out of the driveway and onto the interstate.
"Duo, are you sure you signed us up at the right place?" Heero asked.
"Yep. We're gonna have so much fun!" Duo replied. Everyone groaned. Normally when Duo said that they were going to have a good time, they ended up in hell.
Trowa looked over at Quatre, who had fallen asleep on Heero's shoulder. Heero grinned at Trowa who grinned back. Heero reached his hand up front and tapped Wufei on the shoulder. He turned around, Heero pointed to the sleeping kid. Wufei grinned.
"Wufei, give me your extension." Trowa whispered.
Wufei plucked the little extension from the back of his head. (Sorry folks, Wufei paints his hair onto his head and his ponytail is an extension. Don't ask me how I know this, Pop Flower found this out the hard way.) Heero took it and whipped it across Quatre's face several times. He didn't move. Heero handed the extension back and tried to come up with a way to walk him up.
"Any ideas?" Wufei asked.
"Why don't you smack him, that'll wake him up." Duo said, looking for the correct exit.
"Right, then he'll go zero on us, claiming the car had gone crazy and build a remote control gundam…then blow us up." Heero said.
"But he'll be very sorry about it afterwards." Trowa said.
"I'll take that chance."
Heero, Trowa and Wufei pulled their hands back and Duo heard three consecutive cracks. He flinched a bit and looked at Wufei. Quatre hadn't moved. Heero had an idea. He reached for a flashlight. He shined it into Quatre's eyes.
"Wake up Winner."
"I'm up. I'm up."
Wufei stared at Heero as if to say "How?" Heero just shrugged.
Duo pulled off onto a dirt road and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They pulled up to what looked like a boot camp.
"Duo, where did you sing us up?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, a place called Camp Boot."
They all death glared severely.
"DUO!!! YOU SIGHNED US UP FOR BOOT CAMP!!!"
"Yeah. It lasts for 6 months."
Severe death glare
The boys reluctantly pulled their gear out of the van and found their bunk assignments.
Quatre flung his stuff into the closest mattress. A cloud of dust flew off of it. Once everyone had claimed their beds, the door flew open. The boys scrambled to attention. Trowa glared at the captain, who looked almost exactly like him, but his uni-bang was black and on the other side for the moment.
"Toa." He hissed.
"Trowa." Toa hissed back.
Everyone looked at them, confused.
"Get back in line!" Toa shouted. He turned back to Trowa.
"Your six months of hell are about to start clown. And you're now under my command." Toa said.
"Shut up Catherine."
"Shut up clown."
"Yessir."
Toa gave them 5 minutes to put on their uniforms; tank top, camouflage pants, and heavy black boots. The boys were out in two. Toa grinned.
"Okay boys, down and give me fifty. Then we'll begin."
To make a long story short, they were really tired before the real work began.
"Blondie! You're lagging behind! Pick up the pace!"
"Yessir!"
Quatre's muscles were screaming in agony, and his head throbbed from all the commands shouted at him. He felt like his heart was going to burst. Toa suddenly told them to sack it. The sun was already setting.
The group was too tired to eat, so they hit the sack early…to rest their stressed muscles.
