Think Pink AUTHORS' NOTE: Just to let you all know, we are not G/W bashers we LOVE Gundam Wind. We all just have no life and make jokes about anime. But we do love G/W so don't take it too seriously.


THINK PINK!


::Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufe are all sitting in a lounge and sipping some beverages. Trowa runs inside with a extremely happy face::

Trowa: ::shouting:: Hey, guys! I have got a very special gift for you all!

::The others cover their ears::

Duo:
Loud enough, Trowa?

Trowa: No! Now come on!

::They all follow Trowa into what seems to be a MS shop. Celion Dion's "It's all Coming Back to me Now" is playing in the background::

Wufei:
What the hell is this shit you're listening to, Trowa?!

Trowa: The smooth sounds of Celion Dion, Wufei!

::Everyone--except Trowa roll their eyes::

Trowa:
Now for the surprise! ::grabs a rope and yanks it to reveal all the Gundams. All the Gundam pilots--except Trowa's jaws drop::

Trowa: I painted your Gundams five shades of pink!

::Quatre starts to tear up::

::Duo's mouth is still gaping and he looks close to tears too:: My DeathScythe! ::drops to his knees::

::Wufei shakes his head:: Weakling!

::Heero slowly and deliberately loads his gun and points it at Trowa, as Trowa continues to dance around happilly::

Heero: I'm going to kill him.

Quatre: Heero, Wait!

Heero: WAIT?! ::the first traces of emotion are in his voice:: You're telling me to 'wait'?!?! Look at what he did to Zero! Look at Sandrock!

Quatre: I know, but we will get them back. At least we still have our weapons.

Trowa: Nope! Look at what else I did! ::takes out a switch and presses a button. Shenlong starts shooting out glitter::

Wufei: NO! Nataku! My precious Nataku!

Duo: ::laughs:: Who's the weakling now?

Trowa: Look at what I did with DeathScythe ! ::hits another switch. DeathScythe's Scythe is now a fairy wand::

Duo: NO!

::Trowa is now skipping around, singing a 'Think Pink' song::

::All look at Quatre:: We gotta do something!

Quatre: I agree. I mean ::sputtering:: My Sandrock! ::a tear falls down his cheek::

::All gang up on Trowa and start beating the crap out of him::

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::Alarm goes off; Trowa jumps out of bed, shaking his head.::

Trowa: What the hell? What kind of weird dream was that? ::walks to the breakfast table and sits down. The other four pilots stare at him while he stuffs his face with Corn Pops::

Trowa: What?!

Duo: ::sarcasm dripping off his voice:: Thanks for screwing up DeathScythe, pal.

Trowa: WHAT?!

::Heero stands with his arms crossed, his eyes flickering::

Heero: Yeah, thanks.

Trowa: What are you guys talking about?

Quatre: Come on, Trowa, you messed up our weapons and painted our Gundams five shades of pink! I thought you were my friend.

Trowa: NO, I DIDN'T!

All: Yes, you DID! ::points outside to reveal the pink Gundams::

Trowa: ::falls back:: AHHH!

::LATER::

Duo: ::laughs:: What were you on?

Trowa: ....Oh my God, Kathryn must have put something in my soup! I mean, it seems like something Quatre would do!

Quatre: HEY!