Welt Rock-Paper-Scissors

Written By: Chrys Maxwell

Disclaimer: I'd like to thank the stupidity of my fourth period Spanish class for the inspiration of this fic. I knew those imbeciles would be useful one day! I don't own Duo or Quatre or the Maganacs or Gundam Wing in general, nor do I own the idiotic concept of this game. Enjoy!

Duo and Quatre sat at the Maganac Base, both bored to death. Then Duo got an idea. An idea worthy of the God of Death.

"Hey Quatre, let's play a game!" Duo said, trying to hide his enthusiasm and snickering.

"Um, okay. What game?" Quatre was seated on a crate in the underground base and Duo was sitting opposite Quatre on the floor, his back to the wall.

"Welt Rock-Paper-Scissors," Duo grinned. Quatre, in his cute, blonde, innocent way, cocked his head (aww!).

"What's that?"

"Well, you know what Rock-Paper-Scissors is, right?" Quatre nodded. "The only difference in THIS game is that the lose gets hit by the winner. Like this," Duo licked two of his fingers and smacked his own wrist, not hurting himself, but making a loud slap sound. "You game?" Duo grinned a bit, sounding slightly ominous.

"Erm, well, I don't know... It sounds like it might hurt..." Quatre started.

"Listen, are you bored?"

"...Yes..."

"Don't you want to do anything about that?"

"...I guess..."

"Then there's no problem! Let's play!"

"A-Alright..."

Duo grinned. Of course he was going to win. He knew Quatre well enough. And if he didn't... Well, the God of Death was a tricky one, wasn't he? He'd cheat.

"Alright then, Ready?" Quatre nodded. "One, two, three, shoot!" Duo counted. Then he frowned. Quatre had paper. Duo had rock. *Damn!* he thought to himself. *Just a minor setback...* Duo stuck out his wrist. Quatre licked his two fingers and slapped down on Duo's wrist. Duo winced. The slap had left a welt, as the game intended it. He shook his wrist to get rid of the stinging aftershock, and then they shot again. Again, Quatre one. Again, Duo got welted.

This went on for about 15 times in a row.

"Oww! You're LAYERING them!" Duo complained, rubbing his sore, reddened wrist.

"Are you complaining about your won game?" Quatre asked, smirking a bit. Quatre had always been good at this game. He could read people's faces when they played Rock-Paper-Scissors. It was a great way to win time away from his 29 sisters. Duo glared.

"One, two, three, SHOOT!" Duo shouted, his eyes closed. He opened one carefully, afraid of what the outcome was. Then he stared. Quatre had paper. Duo had scissors.

"YES!" Duo shouted in triumph, and Quatre held out his wrist. Duo did a little victory dance, then licked his fingers, rubbing them together, smirking. Suddenly, he stopped mid-air. Quatre's face showed a pre-shock element, wincing as he waited for the blow. Duo softened.

"Aww... I just can't do it..." Duo sighed and sat back down. Then he shuddered. The pain was getting to him. "I'm gonna go get some ice for this..." he got up and walked away.

Quatre looked around and waited until Duo turned the corner. Then he snickered.

"Works every time..."

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What d'ya think, what d'ya think?! Is it too painful? *snickers* I guess it is for Duo... hee hee. Oh well, thanks for reading! Please review! Questions, comments, concerns, and marriage proposals go to chrysylis@hotmail.com.