Strut
Your Stuff, Duo and Heero!
(It's
Part 2, so I have 2 pilots in the title. I know this one should
be called Strut Your Stuff, Duo, and the first one should have
been called Strut Your Stuff, Heero, but I screwed up)
Author's Note: Characters get a little OOC in this story. Sorry bout that. I've got the rest written, I just need to know who you want to win. Cast your ballot now! And no, I do not have a ballot counting system like Florida's, or else parts 3 and 4 won't be up until next year. (Does anyone follow the American election?)
It was 9:00 in the morning and the Gundam pilots were getting ready for day one of the contest.
After all the contestants were assembled and the GGG (yes they were still hanging around) had settled down, the speaker from the day before (who seemed to be organizing everything) got up and explained the day to them.
Each contestant must enter one track and one field event. These events will be taking place all day. Please sign up for your events by 10:00 this morning. Photographers will be here at 1:00 to take photographs, so please be available some time this afternoon. Good luck to all. he sat back down.
The five pilots looked at the events available.
Hmm, I think I'll go for high jump. Duo said, flicking his eyes up and down the list.
Ooh, shot put! Heero's eyes took on an unholy gleam. (Throwing potentially lethal iron balls around - should be fun)
"I'll go for high jump, too, Quatre decided.
Trowa said nothing.
Shot put sounds good for me, too Wufei decided.
All five pilots decided to go for the 500m running event. They signed up for the events, then checked the schedule. 500m is at 11:30 Duo announced.
High jump at 1:30
Shot put at 2:00
Long jump is at 1:00 Trowa's statement surprised
them all.
So that's what you're going for, Duo said.
Trowa said nothing.
Later, at 11:30, the five Gundam pilots lined up at the starting
line for their race. They were all wearing spandex shorts and T-shirts
(Excellent). Only Heero looked comfortable in his clothes.
He wears them all the time. The others, though
Stupid pants are too tight... Duo muttered
A judge stood up. On your marksGet set
The racers were off like a shot. The G-Boys quickly pulled ahead
of the rest of the pack, until it became a more personal race.
Wufei, Duo, and Quatre were almost neck and neck, Trowa and Heero
right behind. Quatre started loosing momentem, falling behind
Wufei and Duo. Duo sped up a bit so he was in the lead, then
turned around and ran backwards, impudently thumbing his nose at
the other Gundam pilots. He tripped and fell flat on his back.
Everybody ran by him except Quatre, who leaned down to give Duo a
hand up. They quickly caught up again, Duo passing Quatre, Trowa,
and Heero. Then, almost at the end of the race, Heero put on a
burst of speed, pulling ahead of Wufei and Duo to win by a nose.
Then, a few minutes after the G-Boys had finished their race, the
rest of the contestants came across the finish line, earning the
five panting pilots some nasty glares. Wufei matched them glare
for glare, Heero ignored them, Quatre looked hurt, Trowa was
comforting Quatre, and Duo was making rude gestures.
Let's go. Duo said to Heero, throwing him a
suggestive glance (I got a request for yaoi, but that's as far as
I'm going to go!)
was Heero's reply, not looking up. He
caught Duo's look and immediately got up. The two of them
left.
Don't
forget to come watch Trowa at 1:00! Quatre yelled after
them.
Duo waved on hand as if to say, Of course, of course. Then the two retreating pilots vanished from sight as the GGG descended on the remaining G-Boys.
15 minutes later, three gasping and VERY disheveled pilots collapsed on a park bench far away from the track. They had had a hard time escaping the clutches of the infamous GGG. Those girls were determined! They sat resting until they saw the GGG headed their way. Wufei was the first to recognized their prey
Hey, isn't that the bird man?
Poor Zechs.
They met up again at 12:30, in time to watch Trowa's event. The GGG buzzed around the contestants as they lined up. Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei stayed as far away from them as they possibly could. No more repeats of what had happened that morning. A judge circulated among the crowd, handing out something to the contestants. He approached the huddle of pilots.
Good afternoon, boys. Any of you in the long jump event?
Trowa said nothing, but Quatre answered for him.
Trowa is, he said, pushing Trowa forward. The judge handed Trowa a slip of paper.
When your number is called, come to the starting line. The judge left again. Quatre peeked over Trowa's shoulder, having to stand on his tiptoes to do so.
Number 6, Quatre announced. Nobody looked interested. Quatre looked crestfallen. Just then, the judge who had handed out the numbers stood up holding a megaphone.
Would number 1 please come up? A beefy, muscular looking guy came and stood at the line. He took his running start, but left too late. He got a good distance, but was disqualified for having a foot over the line. The GGG descended, all trying to cheer him up at once. A short girl with flaming red hair stomped up and tried to pull him away from the adoring girls.
Girlfriend, mayhaps? Duo said dryly.
In no time at all, it was Trowa's turn. The tall pilot waited for the judge's signal, then took off like a bat outa hell (I love that phrase). He left the ground just before he reached the line and came down in the sand at least 5 inches ahead of the farthest distance so far. The GGG oohed and awed in unison, but Trowa was smart. He dove for cover behind the other Gundam pilots before they could get him. Trowa got a few pats on the back from his fellow pilots, but the second last contestant got in a distance 2 inches ahead of Trowa's. Poor Trowa, robbed of glory.
The Gundam pilots headed in the direction of the high jump, which was about to start very soon. Duo and Quatre hurried ahead of the others, but the high jump was behind schedule, so they hadn't needed to worry. The high jump was arranged much the same as long jump, so Duo and Quatre got their numbers and stood in line. Duo was number 3, and Quatre was number 7. The first boy barely cleared the bar, and the second knocked it down. Duo took a good flying leap and cleared the bar with plenty of room to spare. His braid, though, knocked the bar off. The judges ruled that it didn't count, as it was only his hair. The GGG started to comfort him too early, though. As soon as he rolled off the crash mat he was surrounded. He only escaped when the next contestant knocked the bar off. Duo made a very speedy getaway.
Soon it was Quatre's turn. The small Arab got a good take off, but just barely cleared the bar. He landed funny on the mat, and didn't move. Trowa rushed over, the rest of the pilots close behind. Trowa had to fight off the GGG to get to the blonde boy. By the time Trowa DID get through, Quatre had moved, slumping down onto the mat. Trowa helped him off the mat, and the judge ruled him unable to continue. Trowa immediately took Quatre to the nearest hospital.
The judges kept going. After all the contestants had had a chance, those who had cleared the bar got another chance, with the bar even higher. Duo absentmindedly tucked his braid into the back of his shirt. Heero looked at his watch and, noticing that it was 1:52, nudged Wufei.
We gotta go if we want to get to our event.
Wufei nodded.
Heero went to where Duo was waiting his turn to jump. Duo, we gotta go. Meet us at the photographer's after your event. Duo nodded, still watching the high jump. Good luck, then Duo just waved him away, saying,
You're the one who needs the luck, he grinned lopsidedly at Heero. Wufei came over to haul Heero away.
Heero and Wufei did make it to their event in time. Most of the boys competing were big and beefy. They looked down on the two (relatively) shrimpy pilots. Heero and Wufei glared back at them.
Heero muttered to his fellow pilot, Let's kick some serious ass here. Wufei nodded his agreement.
The boys got their numbers. Heero was 4 and Wufei was 6. The biggest and beefiest boy of all was the first one up. He gave the ball a mighty heave, and got very little distance on it. Still, he had GGs hanging off him and the other contestants hooting and shouting at him.
He is weak, like onna, Wufei commented.
The next boy up gave an even weaker throw.
These onnas shouldn't be hard to beat Wufei gave his opinion.
The next boy gave an okay throw, then it was Heero's turned. The BBB (Big Beefy Boys) snickered at him. Heero threw them a deathglare and set up his shot. The BBB started to imitate him, in a very girly fashion. Then Heero let it rip. He shot putted almost twice the distance the first boy had. The BBB just stood there with their jaws hanging open. Heero walked back to stand with Wufei. Wufei raised one eyebrow, as if to say, Was that really necessary?.
Heero shrugged. They were annoying me. Wufei just rolled his eyes.
The BBB recovered enough to cheer on their next contestant, who tried to throw as far as Heero did. He didn't even come close. Then it was Wufei's turn. There was no snickering, no imitations. The BBB had learned their lesson.
Wufei glared once at the BBB for good measure before chucking the shot put, putting it close to where Heero's had fallen. There was complete silence as he threw and walked back to join Heero.
The next two contestants seemed to have given up hope, not doing nearly as well as the other BBB had done. Wufei was declared the winner by an inch.
Naturally, the two pilots were mobbed by GGG the minute they left the shot put area. Quick ducks into nearby Port-a-Potties got rid of them, though. Once the GGG had cleared away, Wufei and Heero headed for the photographer's booth to meet up with Duo. Once they got there, they got a surprise. Actually, two surprises. Trowa an Quatre were back. Quatre's arm was in a sling, but no cast.
The doctor said it keep it in the sling for awhile, but I'll be fine by tomorrow. Quatre said in answer to Wufei and Heero's questions.
Ya, I won my event, but just by a hair, Duo said in answer in Wufei and Heero's questions. The pun fell flat.
The photographer tut-tutted when he saw Quatre's arm, so hid that side of him behind Duo. The Gundam pilots got their picture snapped, then split up, to meet again at the talent show the next day.
To be continued