GUNDAM WING:
Irreplacable and Irresistable
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Ain't gettin' paid.
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-Part 3-
Duo nodded. "Damn right you are," he agreed. "Ain't that
right, Hee-chan?"
"Hn..." Heero sounded unlikely to agree on this point. In
fact, given that his gun was still pointing at the clone, it seemed
very likely that the clone was not going to live much longer...
.. or was it the clone? Heero looked over at one Quatre, then
at the other.
"The clone's the one without the scar," Duo sighed in exasperation.
"Now, let's go. You can have the Quatres take their clothes off when
we get home."
Both Quatres blushed at that.
Heero eyed each Quatre down the barrel of his gun. Neither flinched.
Instead, both closed their eyes and waited calmly for death.
"Hee-chan," Duo suggested, "we could always use the clone as a babysitter.
Now let's get home. *All* of us."
"Hn. Fine." Heero nodded. "Let's just deal with this when we get home."