Strut Your Stuff, Wufei!
Author's Note: Yay! It's finally finished!
It was much later when, bleary eyed and head pounding with a terrible headache, Duo woke up and rolled off his couch. What had happened? Oh yeah. They had had a few drinks, which had turned into more than few. Ugh, what time is it? Duo crawled onto the couch in order to see his watch on the table beside him. 7:37.
Duo snapped awake. 7:37?!?! The final round of the competition, and the battle, was set to start at 8:00!!! Duo had an extremely quick shower, re-braiding his hair as he tried to find everything he needed. The tux for the competition was hanging in the closet, but where were his shoes?
Dropping to his knees beside the bed, he reached under and grabbed a dusty pair of shoes. Using a corner of his towel, Duo wiped them off. He got dressed in record time, and was out the door by 7:55.
The other Gundam pilots met him there.
Where were you? Heero hissed at him.
Hung over, Duo muttered in reply.
Quatre looked concerned, but didn't say anything because Heero looked so tightly wound he might explode at any minute.
Line up over here, line up over here! the organizer dude yelled, trying to shepherd everyone into line. The G-boys were hustled into line, then the line started moving. As each boy came on stage, their name was called out, and a short round of applause followed. When all the boys were onstage (there were about 30 of them), Lady Une and Lady Noin (they were the judges, remember?) stood up. Noin spoke first.
We'd like to extend our congratulations to everyone who participated, and to thank you all for coming out tonight.
Lady Une took over the microphone. And now, without further ado, we are pleased to announce the winner of our contest Everyone held their breath except for the Gundam pilots, who just wanted it to be over, Duo Maxwell!
Duo froze at the sound of his name, but, with his fellow pilots pushing him forward, recovered enough to go and accept the little medal that was his prize. Lady Noin announced the runners-up, and dismissed everyone.
As Duo left the stage, he was grabbed by Heero. Change of plans. You have to stay, at least for a little bit. Be sure to get away before we hit this place,
Duo nodded. I wish I could help you guys, Then he grinned. At least I won't miss out on all of it, But that was all that could be said before they were separated by the people around them.
Duo entered the room where a party was already in full swing. He was busy chatting with Quatre, so didn't see what was coming. Quatre did, however.
Uh, Duo, I'll see you later, Quatre said suddenly, his eyes widening in fear
Duo said, as he turned around. He stopped short, his eyes, too, widening with fear. Duo was buried in a tide of GGG, all wanting a piece of the winner.
On the other side of the room, shaking with silent laughter, Heero, Trowa, and Wufei were watching Duo getting swamped. Quatre made his way towards them, also laughing. The four pilots quietly slipped out the back door.
Author's Note: Duo won!!!!!!!!!! Woo-hoo!!!!!!!!!!!! (does insane little victory dance) But if you wanna know how the votes turned out, here it is:
Heero: 9
Duo: 12
Trowa: 1
Quatre: 5
Wufei: 0
Zechs: 1