When it rains, it storms.

By: thejasonresno

A/N:My friends. We have reached the end of the road. This is the final installment of "When it rains, It storms." Enjoy.

Quatre quietly shut the door and sat his box of equipment on the stand next to the coat rack. The Arabian threw off his shoes and half heartedly attempted to ring the rain from his blond locks.

That was when he noticed it. The house. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Instantly he set his walls and crouched into a slightly defensive position. That was when he heard it.

Crunch.

DUO MAXWELL

Wufei set down his pistol and grinned hugely at the "perfect soldier".

"And that's my plan."

There was a beat of tense silence and then Heero sighed.

"Your plan is to shoot Duo?"

Squeaky nod.

"With a real gun?"

Squeak.

"And bullets..?"

Squeak.

Running his hands through his chocolate brown hair, the monotone pilot sighed.

"Let's try something else, alright?"

DUO MAXWELL

Crunch.

It was now or never. Quatre had to make a move. So slowly he stepped towards the living room, keeping his head low and his hands up, he made decent progress.

Along the way he checked for trip wires and paint buckets but so far he was alright.

Crunch

Again. What could it be.

The leather sofa couch was now full in view. There was a deep imprint where Trowa usually slept and snacked. In fact there were a few unopened bags of chips there as well. Odd.

Quatre glanced at the window and confirmed it was still raining. Why would they be unopened.

Crunch. Again.

This time he could ID the source of the noise...behind the couch.

Quatre paused in his semi crouch and just stared for a few minutes at what could be his doom.

Screw it.

He lept onto the couch and in a single bounce, he cleared it, and he landed on his feet on the other side.

But he was not prepared for the site he saw.

"Oh my God..."

DUO MAXWELL

"That tricksy little blond has been quiet too long...hasn't he precious?"

Duo rubbed his palms together excitedly and rubbed the forehead of his kitten, Precious, with his thumb.

"It's time we show him a lesson about teamwork huh?"

The cat meowed quietly and watched with watery eyes as her owner picked up a paintball gun from the hood of his car.

After checking the C02 the braided pilot added his ammunition sleeve with deft hands. It was 'bout to get dirty.

DUO MAXWELL

"Trowa!"

The blond fell to his knees at his friends side and stared down in shock at the scene before him.

And it was a scene.

Since being tied up in Chapter 1 the young Barton had not lay prone and consigned to his fate. No. His chin had made a b-line for the bag of potato chips.

It didn't matter that his hands were tightly bound, his mouth taped over so many times that a good layer of skin would come off with the tape, or that he was full to burst..no. He wanted those damn chips.

And he...got them...er, sort of.

In a valiant attempt to absorb the greasy goodness through his skin, the unibanged pilot had found it best to attack the bag with his forehead and stubbly chin. Of course the bag had exploded, the chips had crunched and ultimately he had done nothing but tease his blasted addiction more...he felt like he had succeeded.

The emerald eyed youth drank in the aroma of the potato chips with all the savory eyed wonder of a dog getting to sit at the dinner table. However tear tracks still clung to his face. He could never have enough of his snacks.

Quatre shook his head and sighed, contemplating whether to even release his friend. After a moment he leaned forward and slowly began the torturous process of freeind his friend of duct tape.

The screams were horrible.

DUO MAXWELL

The screams were loud.

In fact they were so loud they had alerted a certain braided man.

Under his breath he muttered the vile word that summed up all of his hearts discontent and his ultimate betrayal, "Quatre."

Duo gripped the paintball gun tightly and then dashed towards the door.

"I'm-a comin' for ya Q-man! Bwuhahfaha!"

DUO MAXWELL

"For the last time Chang. We are not shooting anyone."

Heero was getting frustrated at his friends horrible and dreadful prank ideas. In fact he was getting frustrated at all of the time he was wasting when he could be...well he was wasting time and that's all he needed to say.

The proud raven haired man threw himself into his chair, forgetting his temporary fix, and yelped as the furniture caved in on him.

Heero couldn't suppress a raw chuckle, "Now that's a prank."

Wufei swore under his breath, "You can congratulate Maxwell for this one."

Lightbulb.

"Wufei, that's perfect.."

With a wide grin Heero leaned towards his friend and under his breath he muttered, "Can you follow my lead? If you can and will...we can snag The Maxwell."

Wufei nodded slowly and leaned forwards to listen to the plan. He jumped a little when he heard gun shots from downstairs.

"We'll have to hurry."

DUO MAXWELL

"So it was yer plan all along huh? Huh??"

Another five shots were fired into the black leather couch.

"You were gonna turn on me? Huh? And FreEeEe Trowa?"

He pointed the gun above his head and fired another shot, laughing like a maniac.

Reaching towards a stereo he giggled to himself, "Come out Q-tip. I hear ya like ter dance!"

On that cheesy note he hit the play button and "Dance Dance" by Fall Out Boy exploded into the soundwaves.

DUO MAXWELL

Covering his ears Quatre leaned in close to his friend and only ally, no matter how constipated he was from his snacking.

"He's using phsycological techniques to break us down and to out! You see the military used to blair loud music as part of an effort to persuade robbers into submitting willingly!"

"No. He's just insane, Quatre."

Trowas voice came out calm in the storm of activity.

Quatre winced, his breath didn't exactly smell great. Funyons again. Buhluck.

"We have to get outta here. Maybe we can get Heero down here to help--"

His jaw dropped.

DUO MAXWELL

Down the stairs they walked, whether to ultimate victory or doom--who could say?

Wufei followed Heero tightly, ready to dash at any moment, and held his breath.

He still couldn't believe this plan was better than his.

DUO MAXWELL

This plan was far superior to anything that Wufei had cooked up. In fact Heero felt he really had outdone himself this time. All he had to do was go to congratulate Maxwell and the impressionable youth would be eating out of his hand. The braided boy would do anything for praise.

DUO MAXWELL

"Heero!!" Duo turned momentarily at the stairs and waved with one hand while he haphazardly shot over his shoulder with the other.

"Whatchu doin' down here man?"

The youth turned back towards the other pilots hiding spot and unleashed another burst of bullets. "Now get back there!"

He unleashed another cackle and over his shoulder he yelled, "Heero! It's a war!"

"Oh I know Duo. And you're doing very well."

Click. Pause. Head-scratch.

"I'm doing...well?"

The gunshots ceased and the braided pilot turned around to face his two harshest friends.

"Ya mean it?" His face relaxed from its maniacal grin but suddenly an eyebrow raised sharply in suspicion.

"Wait. Why would Wufei say that? I pranked him. He'd as soon shoot me as say a nice thing!"

Wufei muttered under his breath and then jumped when Duo randomly shot over his shoulder to keep the other pilots wary.

Heero nudged the Chinese man in the ribs. As he grunted he coughed out a, "You did good."

Duo beamed. Heero beamed. Wufei let his eyes flicker over Duos shoulder. Duo saw this and whirled around as Quatre and Trowa erupted from behind the couch.

"TREACHERY!!" The yell came out throaty and high pitch and Duo pulled hard on the trigger of his paintball gun.

Click. Click.

No ammo.

Before the world went black all Duo saw was a greasy smirk. Trowa was gonna enjoy this.

THE NEXT MORNING...

The sun was shining brightly through the open windows of their house. Outside in the neighborhood kids played games of sport, butterflies flew gleefully around, and Duo was very unhappy.

Sitting on a bucket next to his car he looked like a wreck. The young troublemaker sported at least two or three bruises on his cheek and his hair...oh his hair.

His hair had been assaulted. In random locations of his once beautiful hair the other boys had cut chunks of hair. Bald spots were visible in several locations. But that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was that his hair matched the color of his car: bright orange.

Duo dipped his sponge in the bucket next to him and rung it out. Before, in vain, applying it to his car he spared a woeful glance at the front windows of the house they shared.

In the window a certain unibanged pilot munched on a bag of chips before waving energetically at his braided friend.

Duo swore under his breath and turned back to his car.

DUO MAXWELL

Quatre moved a chess piece and glanced at Trowa while Heero made his move.

"Think we went overboard on him?"

Trowa stopped waving and glanced around the destroyed living room. The couch was overturned and paint splatters covered everything. The television was also broke.

"No, I don't think so."

He paused and glanced back out the window to the brooding youth, "I just hope to God it doesn't rain anytime soon."

End.

A/N: And that's all folks! I know it got a little crazy but...that's just how it works! What'd you like? What did you not like? Want a sequel? I'm thinking of one involving snow..hmm...well read and review!