AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got nine reviews so far and that's better than nothing
so here's the third part. I still don't have a plot (so the answer to Lady
Maggie's question is 'I have no idea!'), so I'll just stop when I run out of ideas,
unless someone else has any ideas for this fic. If you do, or there's a
character you want to see in the fic later please send me an e-mail.
mailto:yasmin@reddevil1.fsnet.co.uk.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing or any other copyrighted material,
so you can't sue me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! (Sorry. Too much coffee.)
Scene: Another normal day. 1st period. Maths.
Quatre looked out of the classroom window and watched as Wufei got
smacked in the head with a girl's school bag, for calling her a 'weak onna'.
Heero followed Quatre's gaze, and smirked as Wufei fell to the floor,
unconscious, for the third time (so far) in this fic. (Sorry to all Wufei fans,
it's just easier to keep him comatose. I promise I won't in the next part!)
Suddenly, the two pilots heard a piercing scream. They looked over at
the teacher; he was slumped in his chair with a hangover, and he was snoring
loudly. "Come on Heero, let's go see what that was."
"Mission accepted," he replied in his usual boring monotone.
"Do you have to say that?"
Quatre and Heero made their way out of the classroom dodging various
missiles: paper aeroplanes, chalk, chairs,
you get the idea. Anyway, when they got outside they were greeted with the
sight of Trowa standing at the edge of the outdoor pool, soaking wet, smelling
faintly of chlorine, and his hair had done a 90-degree drop.
"Trowa, what's going on?" Quatre asked.
"…." Trowa pointed to the pool.
Duo was in the pool, braid undone, and he didn't look too happy. Then he
noticed Heero.
"Hey Heero, you'd better run while you still can," he said. "I can only
hold her back for so long."
It was then that both Heero and Quatre noticed strands of blond hair
mixed in with Duo's.
"It can't be…" The Perfect Soldier was in a panic.
"Calm down Heero," Quatre said soothingly. "Everything is going to be
alright."
"NO. It can't be! It's-."
"HEEEEEERRROOOOOO!"
"Relena!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh!" Heero screamed like a little
girl.
"Too late," sighed Duo.
Relena climbed out of the pool and latched onto Heero's arm, soaking him
in the process. "Heeeerrrrrrooo! I've been looking everywhere for you! Did you
get my letters – I sent you six. And nineteen e-mails, well actually I got
Pagan to send them, I couldn't figure out how to get the writing on the screen.
I think I used the wrong kind of pen. Why didn't you return my calls? And why
didn't you reply to the e-mails?"
Duo snickered. " 'Cause not even the 'Perfect Soldier' can reply to
nineteen e-mails, six letters and about 163 phone calls in one day."
"197 at last count," Quatre told Duo.
"Quatre, get her off me!" Heero pleaded with the tea-loving Arab.
Relena didn't even notice, probably too busy planning tortures for the
poor pilot of Wing Zero.
Quatre looked at his friend apologetically. "Heero… there's something I
need to tell you…" he began.
"WHAT?" Heero asked in a strained voice.
"Um, well, Relena's not here for a social visit. She's coming to school
here."
Heero's eyes widened, then he looked at Quatre in despair. He pulled his
gun out of hammerspace and knocked himself out with it.
Relena still didn't notice, despite the fact that she was still holding
on to his arm. She suddenly realised (as quickly as is
possible for an amoeba in only relatively human form) that Heero was no longer
supporting himself, then she toppled, pilot and all, back into the chlorine
infested pool.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAAHAAAAA!!!!"
The sound of manic laughter echoed all around the school.
"Heero and Relena, sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!"
"MEEEOOWWWW!!"
"POKEBALL GO! HAHAHAHAHAAAAH!"
Duo looked at the Heavyarms pilot and sighed, while Quatre backed away
trying not to make any sudden movements.
"Come on Trowa. There's a good pilot. Let's go find your medication,"
Duo said slowly.
Trowa was on his hands and knees, crawling around by the edge of the
pool. He crawled over to Duo and rubbed his head against the God of Death's
leg. He made a strange noise that sounded freakily like a growl.
Duo glanced over at Quatre, who was watching them wide-eyed.
"It's okay Quatre. Trowa just thinks he's a lion."
"That's okay Duo, I don't really want to know."
"Heck, you should've seen him yesterday, he attacked the postman!"
Quatre fled.
"Was it something I said?"
Kinda stupid I know, but I was in a weird mood (which is probably quite
normal for me). Review please, and like I said, if you have any ideas, send
them to me. That or any requests for bashing of characters – someone asked for
the other pilots to beat up Wufei – but can you really see Quatre (what a
sweetie!) doing that?
Lady Deathscythe ^_^