A Gundam Ten-Pin Adventure
Part 2!
By me (darkkalea)
Note: I don't own anybody in this story, ok? I do not wish to be sued because… because… I don't think I could pay for it on credit card. Thanks!
Wufei stood at the beginning of the long, polished strait, concentrating hard on the ten targets in front of him. He wound up and launched it forward, or rather tried to launch it. His fingers remained firmly lodged in the ball's three holes. The momentum carried him forward and he fell flat on his face.
"Injustice!! Ahhh!" he cried, banging his free fist on the wooden floor. "I'm a weakling." To his horror (he should have expected it, right?), laughter exploded behind him, lead by a particularly raucous American pilot. "MAXWELL!"
This only led Duo to howl even louder with mirth.
"Do you think that it's my fault that you can't bowl? What a riot!" he chuckled, slapping his black-clad thighs. "Oh, maybe I should have told you that you're bowling (trying to bowl, right?) with a child's ball! That could have helped, right?"
"I have shamed Nataku. I do not deserve to be a pilot," the Chinese boy sobbed, prying his fingers from the chibi-sized holes.
"It'll be okay, Wufei." Quatre stopped laughing suddenly and his blue eyes turned sympathetic. "You still have another try there. I'm sure that you'll do fantastic!"
"All right Quatre," Heero muttered under his breath. "Don't overdo it."
Wufei hauled himself up and staggered to the ball exchange, his feet padding in his socks (since, if you'll remember, Heero nearly blew the head off of the shoe guy behind the counter… therefore… no shoes!). He grabbed a bigger and heavier black ball and padded back over to their lane. He aimed, then let it go.
The ball went flying down the lane and into the gutter, smacking to stopper with a 'bang'. Wufei leapt up and cheered.
"I am redeemed! There is justice!"
"Wu-man," Duo suddenly interrupted his reverie. "The object is to hit the pins. Not miss them." Wufei's jubilant face faulted and the four other pilots sweatdropped.
"I am dishonored… again." Wufei walked back to his chair and sulked.
It was Quatre's turn.
He snagged a baby-blue ball and flung it down the alleyway. It smacked right into the triangle of pins, scattering them everywhere. Quatre's face broke into a shy grin and he turned around, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Strike?" he said softly, his eyes sparkling.
Everyone glared at him (mind you, everyone else had zeros across the board) and Quatre's face faulted.
"I'm –I'm-I'm sorry that I couldn't make your scores better!" He burst into tears and held his face in his hands.
About this time, Trowa felt slightly guilty. He shrugged.
"It's not your fault that we all suck." Three pilots turned their glare at him, which included Heero's patented 'Glare of Death'. Quatre merely looked up and wiped away his tears.
"Thanks, Trowa."
Shrug.
Quatre bounced back to his seat, once again in his annoying (to the pilots that had been insulted) optimistic mood.
It was Trowa's turn now. Silently, he walked up. Silently, he threw his ball. Not so silently, the ball missed. The sequence repeated itself, yet again. Silently, he sat down.
Heero's turn.
"Mission accepted." He got up, grabbed Wufei's ball and dragged himself to the strait. He wound up and sent it spinning through the air and bouncing into another lane, halfway across the alley. He went back, muttering something foul under his breath and grabbed another ball, a pink one. Halfway into his windup, he changed his mind, bent down and pushed the ball from the floor.
It rolled very slowly… then came to a complete stop in front of the lead pin.
Heero stared in disbelief, then muttered "Mission failed." He grabbed his gun.
"Heero, no!" shouted Quatre in horror. "Just because you didn't hit the pin doesn't mean that you have to kill yourself!" Heero turned to him, a look of surprise spreading over his face.
"Who said anything about killing myself?" He turned back to the pins and muttered his catch phrase (all together now) "Omae o korosu."
"Heero don't!" Duo screamed, running for his friend and tackling him to the ground, sending the gun spinning. "You'll get us kicked out! And don't you give me any of that 'omae o korosu' crap!" He snapped as Heero began to glare at him. Then he shook his head, his violet eyes wide. "Oh G-d, I'm beginning to sound like an adult. There must be something wrong with me!"
"Duo no baka."
"So Maxwell finally notices what we've all known!" Wufei declared, breaking out of his sulk. "There's something wrong with him!"
Duo hoisted himself from the floor, turned around, and gave Wufei and very, very rude gesture.
"ONNA!"
Duo turned back to his frowning pilot-friend, still on the floor, staring at his gun.
"And as for you!" He pointed, to Heero. "Put that thing away where… wherever you got it and keep it there!"
Heero glared, then crawled over to the weapon and shoved it back wherever it came from. He got up, then stomped back to his seat.
"It's your turn, Duo," Quatre said, glancing at the screen. Duo's face brightened and he skipped over to the ball return and grabbed a green ball. Swaggering back to the beginning of alley, he struck a heroic pose.
"Next up, Duo Maxwell, Shinigami and bishounen!" He waved at two girls in the next lane, who giggled. He grinned back and launched the ball. Instead of sending it forward, the ball was sent upwards into the air. It came back down at a startling pace, landing squarely on the head of the braided pilot, who collapsed.
"Duo!" they shouted in unison (yes, every one of them), rushing forward to surround the downed boy. Wufei reached him first, crouching by his shoulder.
"Maxwell? Maxwell, wake up!" He shook him, then looked up at the others. "I knew it. We should never let weaklings bowl."
OK, that was fun. Thanks for reading. Don't forget to review because I get very sad if you don't. =sniff sniff=