Disclaimers: I don't own ANYTHING! Nothing at all!! ;___; Not Gundam Wing or the boys, not anything! How saaad!!!
Notes: I wrote this one on my birthday ^^; My birthday sucked majorly this year so I guess I needed to cheer myself up.
Warnings: mild OOC. Mild shounen-ai, if so interpreted. It makes it a little funnier if you think of it that way; however, if you're not into that, just think of it as just adolescent boys' fun.
Tatakai!!
It was the worst situation possible: a Friday night in the pilots' house, and Duo was bored. He tried watching TV; there was nothing on. He tried listening to music; he had already listened to his entire collection. He tried playing video games, but the controller still didn't work due to its abuse when Duo last annoyed Wufei. So Duo was bored.
The other four pilots were on their last nerve (Quatre was about to snap again, and Trowa was having memory lapses just thinking about it), and thought it couldn't get any worse. They were sadly mistaken.
Poor Heero was Duo's first victim; the braided pilot got him while he was preoccupied. Heero had been typing on his laptop, as usual, when an object collided with his head at a great velocity. Heero didn't even have enough time to turn around when he was attacked again.
"Pillow fight!" Duo cackled. Then he performed an impressive dance around the room and out into the hall, dodging an insane Heero's blows. Heero sprinted after Duo down the hall and stairs, into the living room. He turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, sticking his foot out to slow down for his direction change, but he slipped on the rug and collided with Trowa. While the two normally-silent pilots tried to untangle themselves, Duo swooped down and delivered blow after blow to them with the pillow he still had.
That was it. Trowa sprang up and ran into his and Quatre's room, grabbed two pillows off the bed, and used one to head-butt Duo, who had followed him into the room.
Duo was thinking about how nice it was that the others were finally playing along, when he got smacked upside the head from behind. Expecting Heero armed and ready, he turned and rubbed his head with his free hand. "Hey, why'd you—" The rest was not distinguishable, as his mouth was filled with pillow. However, the last two blows were not delivered by Heero, but an enraged Quatre.
Duo realized that he was outnumbered and surrounded, so he swiftly ducked around Quatre and ran back into the living room, planning on using the couch as a trench. But he was intercepted by Wufei, who had already visited the couch and loaded up ammo (in the form of throw pillows).
Innocently, Duo put a hand behind his head and faked a chuckle. The others circled around him like predators, and then pounced.
With multiple bodies on top of him, Duo crawled to the couch and climbed up. He managed to shake off three of the boys, but Wufei jumped on him from above, pinning him to the couch. Meanwhile, Trowa, Quatre, and Heero were disentangling themselves on the floor. All were in awkward positions: Duo face-down on the couch with Wufei lying in him; Quatre's stomach on top of Heer's at a perpendicular angle; and Trowa's head and one shoulder through Heero's legs, and his legs being pinned down by Quatre's head. Even so, the four attacking pilots thought they had achieved victory. For a moment.
"Oh, Wufei, I didn't know you felt that way about me…"
~owari~
