Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, I wish I did! Really I do, but I don't. Don't sue, I have no money! I also do not own any songs by Glay.
Warning: Well I have 1x2, 3x4, ZechsxTreize, I think that's it, but don't kill me if there's anything else. Oh and all flames will be responded to with the flamer being mauled by a trout. I have told you that this has guy/guy relationships, if you don't like that sort of thing, I would think you could avoid reading this fic! Major pwp!
"I wanna DOOOOOO something!" whined Duo, as he paced around the room like a tiger checking the boundaries of it's cage. In the background played Haru wo ai Suru Hito.
Quatre sat on the floor with Trowa, who was whispering into his ear causing him to break out into a smile, "Well, we're in LA, right?" said the blonde pilot, "Let's go to Disneyland."
"It's better than the drinking game." commented Wufei.
Heero strapped his gun to his ankle, "Let's go."
The boys finally got into the park, after nearly being arrested after Wufei started arguing with the admissions guy about how the tickets were much too expensive. ('It
was injustice!' 'Shaddup Wufei.') Once inside Duo started to run for the sweet shop but was grabbed by the collar by Heero. Quatre was looking around in awe. Then he froze.
"T-Trowa, look, it's, it's MICKEY!" Trowa didn't say a word but jogged over to the giant mouse and told him something. Then Mickey followed Trowa back, lifted Quatre into the air and gave him a big hug. When he finally released the blonde Arab, Quatre gave out a little squeel. Then turned to see Wufei looking deathly pale.
"Hey Wu-man, what's wrong?" asked Duo.
"It's a big talking mouse." said Wufei his voice trembling with fear, "A BIG TALKING MOUSE!!!!!" The other pilots rolled their eyes and went their separate ways after agreeing to meet by "It's a Small World" at four.