Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own any of their songs, either.
Boy Band: The Sequel
Part 2
Duo and their driver, Jenny, had been chatting up a storm for the past two hours. Quatre was getting a bit uncomfortable - since he was the smallest, he had been forced to sit half on Trowa's lap and half on Heero's. Although it wouldn't have been all that bad for maybe half an hour, as the second hour began he wanted off, or out.
Wufei was excessively unhappy with their situation, and decided to make that fact known by sitting facing the window, watching the barren landscape go by with his arms crossed over his chest. His grumpiness was catching among those in the back seat.
"Listen, Heero, next time we see her, would you mind terribly if *I* killed Relena? I mean, someone's just got to take the initiative," Trowa finally said.
Heero tried to remain impassive-looking. "Fine by me. Just someone get rid of the girl."
Trowa nodded. "Hey - maybe we could make it look like an accident. I dunno - maybe she could get blown up by stage pyrotechnics or something."
Heero seemed to be considering this option.
"Hey! No can do, my man. Remember when that nearly happened to Metallica's lead singer?" Duo asked, turning around in his seat to get in on the pseudo-conversation in the back. "He didn't die, and besides, it'd be so"
"Cliché?" Trowa suggested.
"Yeah! That's it!"
"Hey! You should be nicer to your fans!" Jenny commented from the drivers' seat. "I mean um, not that you're being mean to me or anything, I mean, I get to sit *next* to *Duo* and drive you guys to Sydney and - "
"Hey, we're great to our fans! We really appreciate em!" Duo assured her, turning back around. "It's just this one chick. She's really psycho, man. Been after Heero for *forever*. It's just her we don't like, really."
This seemed to reassure their driver. "Oh. Okay, then. Hey, look, our exit's the next one!" she pointed as a green exit sign went by, labeled "Sydney, next left."
"Thank *God*," Wufei muttered.
Even Quatre was glad at the prospect of getting off his fellow pilots' laps.
The tiny car finally pulled off the highway and they were plunged into the city of Sydney.
"Hey! There's the auditorium!" Quatre exclaimed, pointing over to the left at the building in which they were to perform.
"I hope Relena's not here," Heero muttered as they turned into the parking lot, already jammed to overflowing with cars and crazed teenage girls.
"Hey, um, guys, how are we going to get in without being killed?" Quatre suddenly asked, looking worriedly out over the crowd.
"Hm, he has a point," Wufei agreed. "We usually have security – much as I don't want to admit this, I don't think I can hold them all off on my own."
"Hey, like, I could create a distraction!" Jenny announced gleefully. "I could tell em you're in some other direction or somethin'."
"Yeah!" Duo's eyes lit up. "Thanks! It means so much oh! Here," he dug in his pocket and produced two front row tickets and a backstage pass.
"So that's where all the extra tickets have gone to," Wufei muttered to Trowa, Heero, and Quatre. "He's been pocketing them all for himself."
"*Thanks*!" Jenny gushed, her eyes lighting up as she took the proffered tickets and pass. "Oh! Um could you guys.. um, sign them? Pleeeease?"
"Sure!" Duo grinned, whipping out a pen and signing the tickets and pass. He tossed them into the back, where Quatre and Trowa gladly signed them, Heero and Wufei doing so a little less enthusiastically.
"Okay, ready to create that diversion?" Duo asked, pointing out at the crowd.
"I *live* to serve Gundam Wing!" the girl quipped, then parked the car and slid out the door.
"HEY!" she screamed at the crowd. "OhmiGod I JUST SAW GUNDAM WING! OVER THERE!!"
The crowd suddenly fell silent seconds before there was a massive, ground-shaking stampede in the direction Jenny had pointed. The parking lot emptied in less than five seconds and the girl just stood there, rocking onto the balls of her feet, grinning like a madwoman.
"All clear!" she announced cheerfully, and the boys piled out and made a run for it.
"OHMIGOD IT'S *DUO*!!!"
Someone had spotted them, and within half a second the parking lot had refilled with screaming girls, all headed for the hapless braided wonder.
He took one look at the oncoming mass and sped up, but it was too late.
That, and the fact that a smirking Wufei tripped him before slipping into the auditorium and slamming the door, locking it behind himself and the other three. Through the small, glass window four faces could be seen peering out in time to watch Duo go down in a screaming, scratching, hyperactive mass of teenage girls.
"I've got his HAIRBAND!!"
"Please! I touched his *hand*! I think I'm going to *die*!"
"Oh, *Duo*"
"Um please, girls" Despite any previous statements, Duo did not seem to be enjoying himself. He also seemed to be losing clothes at an exponential rate.
"Hey! Give me back my pants!"
More screams. Just then, the steel door Wufei had locked inched open and a slender arm reached out. The hand grabbed Duo by his rapidly unraveling braid, and yanked the stripped-down-to-boxers boy through the door, locking it a second later.
"Whew! Thanks guys whoever saved me" Duo panted, before turning a bright shade of red at his lack of any decent clothing aside from his mini-Deathscythe boxer shorts.
"Um gottagogetchangedfortheshownowbye!" And with that, he raced off down the hall in search of their dressing rooms.
"Hey," Quatre said as they all watched his half-braided head retreat down the hall. "Who pulled him in?"
All four boys looked at each other, confused.
Then they shrugged and walked off down the hall towards their respective dressing rooms.
AN: Sorry it took so long to get this second part out! And have no fear I'm not nearly done with our boys yet! ;)