Don't Drink the Water! Part 3
Chibi Shinigami Terrorizes All
by
Sailor Janus
After much debating, Trowa and Quatre decided the best way to get the chibi pilots clean was to hose them off in the backyard, and then give them fresh clothes to change into. Unfortunately this was quite simple considering there was a stack of shrunken clothing in the linen closet, courtesy of Duo attempting to surprise his friends by doing the laundry the other day.
"Hey! Who wants to go outside?" the blonde Arabian exclaimed, trying to sound as enthusiastic as humanly possibly taking in account that he was still pretty upset over the peanut butter covered kitchen which will take hours if not days to clean.
The little gundam pilots stopped throwing peanut butter, which promptly splattered on Trowa and Quatre for the 100th time that day, and began to cheer.
"MEEEEE!"
"Okay, good, go follow Uncle Trowa and he'll take you outside while I get some clean clothes for you guys," Quatre smiled as the kids raced ahead of the green-eyed teen.
"Try to keep them under control," the exhausted teen said to the circus performer.
"Um, if that isn't mission impossible then I don't know what is," Trowa sighed as he chased after the kids.
Finally he made it outside to find, Heero and Wufei both chasing after Duo who had a look on his face which screamed, "Eep! I really need to keep my mouth shut!"
"Hey! Trowa!" the braided-boy yelled as he stopped dead in his tracks resulting in the Perfect Soldier and the Chinese boy, ramming into him.
"Ow!" Duo winced as he was knocked to the ground.
"So are you guys back to normal?" Trowa asked, arching an eyebrow at his friends as they climbed off the ground.
"For now. Yes," Heero answered with a nod as Quatre came outside with a pile of clothes in his arms.
"Good, then run, and clean that stuff off before you turn back into children again. Quatre has some clothes you can change into thanks to Duo trying to do the laundry."
"It was an accident! Anyway, I did a good thing because now we have clothes which will fit our shrunken selves," the cobalt blue-eyed boy defended himself, crossing his arms with a slight pout on his face.
"Here, take these and go shower off now!" the blonde ordered the boys who accepted the fresh clothes, and rushed back inside to their own bathroom adjacent to their rooms which was one of many in the mansion, to get the peanut butter off themselves before they reverted back into children.
"Think, they'll make?" Trowa pondered as Quatre shrugged.
"I hope so, the last thing we need is flooded bathrooms, but at least it won't stain anything. I have a feeling the kitchen will need to be repainted though, " Quatre sighed. This was so not his day.
Fortunately, the mini pilots managed to wash the peanut butter off and change into the shrunken clothes before anything chaotic could happen.
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Heero was still in disbelief, that Duo had actually shrunk his clothes to the point that they fit his tiny frame perfectly. He recalled quite perfectly, that they all were ready to disembowel the pilot, until he handed over most of the money in his wallet to replace the extra small clothing. "At least I don't have to staple anything," he muttered, while towel drying his hair. "I'm going to kill whoever did this to me."
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Duo happily skipped down the stairs dressed in the clothes, which he shrunk but at least it was better than that over-sized T-shirt! Unfortunately, the mini pilot did have a very difficult time getting the peanut butter out of his hair. "Damn, Heero and his gun addiction." he grumbled to himself. "There should be counseling for that sort of thing!"
Of course this thought made the boy snicker. Imagining Heero in an AA type meeting was indeed priceless.
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"And what is your name?" the cheerful counselor questioned the trigger-happy pilot sitting with his arms crossed, slouching in a foldable metal chair, giving his trademark death glare.
"Hn."
"I asked you what you name is son," The man wearing a yellow smiley–faced shirt grinned.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Now, now, your name is all we want," the counselor said when he suddenly sighed. "You friends mentioned you would be stubborn but I didn't think you were this bad!"
"Hn."
"Name please, or you'll just have to come back to the next meeting," the counselor pressed on.
"Heero Yuy."
"And?"
The dark blue-eyed boy glared once again as he sighed before muttering, "My name is Heero Yuy and I have a gun addiction."
"Hi Heero!" the other gun addicts shouted with huge grins on their faces which made the pilot scowl in response.
"Very good, now we must learn to say, 'I control, the gun, the gun does not control me.' Everyone now!"
All the members other than the Perfect Soldier did exactly as the nutty counselor told them to say. Unfortunately, for Heero, the happy Prozac-loving counselor took notice to this.
"Heero, how do you expect to recover from your gun addiction if you do not join in? Now repeat after me, I control the gun, the gun does not control me."
"Hn."
"Heero, do I have to bring Mr. Happy out here to make you say it?" the man asked, mentioning a smelly little hand puppet with a really deranged grin on it face. Heero swore the thing was giving him nightmares.
The teen rolled his eyes and mumbled, "I control the gun, the gun does not control me." With a sigh Heero glared at the happy man once again before thinking about his so-called friends. 'I'm going to kill them when I get out of here.'
"Now we are going to sing songs!" the cheerful counselor exclaimed, taking out the offending puppet as Heero began to lose it due to being separated from his gun for so long, and the evil piece of cloth wearing a shirt with 'guns are bad' on it.
"NOOOOOOO!" the Prussian blue-eyed pilot screamed as he began to convulse due to a combination of being apart from his gun for two minutes, and the recollection of the mentioned nightmares.
"Heero, let's not go hysterical. You can survive this! You do not need that gun!" the counselor attempted to convince the boy.
"Must… have…gun!" the gundam pilot strained as he made shooting motions with his fingers. "Must… kill… evil… puppet!"
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Duo began laughing hysterically, practically stumbling on the stairs, not realizing that his two friends were staring wide-eyed at him, looking very concerned.
"Oh, no. They're going insane now! Where are we even going to find enough straight jackets to restrain them all?!" Quatre whispered to the other teen who nodded his head.
"Insane?! Me?! No! I'm not going insane!" the braided pilot chuckled feeling a little embarrassed. "I just had a very funny thought but it's over now."
His two friends sighed in relief. They could barely handle three hyperactive children let alone insane ones.
"Do you by any chance remember what you ate or did that resulted in your altered age?" the circus performer asked, praying for some clue to what happened to his friends and how to change them back.
Unfortunately, at this moment Duo became his child self once again. This of course, was very easy to figure out.
"Bwhahahaha! I'm the Shinigami and all must listen to me!" the pilot cackled as he threw his arms in the air to demonstrate his mighty power before racing off into the peanut butter-splattered kitchen.
Trowa and Quatre exchanged glances before chasing after the crazy kid. Sadly as they reached the kitchen, trying to hold their balance on the slippery floor, the boy zoomed past them wearing a black garbage bag as cape. Just as they were about to switch directions, the two gundam pilots skidded, slipping on the messy floor and landed flat on their faces, consequently, coating them with peanut butter goo.
"Ugh! I can't believe this is happening!" Quatre gagged as he wiped the substance off of his face.
"I agree," Trowa nodded as he cautiously climbed to feet. "I keep hoping that this is only a nightmare and I'll awake any moment."
"That makes two of us. Come on; let's go catch him. The mansion is already covered in enough peanut butter as it is."
Suddenly Duo sprinted back into the kitchen wearing his cape giving Quatre an idea.
"Duo, I want to talk to your older self. Can you do that for me?" the blonde pleaded as the boy laughed again.
"I am the Shinigami and you will buy me the Deathscythe gundam action figure or I will vaporize this planet!" the boy exclaimed as he shot his small arms out to his sides.
"No Duo, we are not going to buy you an action figure! Please just tell us what happened to you?!"
"No! You-you mean old Snake Gut Heads!"
"Little Duo plus his gundam pilot nickname equals a very bad thing," Trowa scoffed as the child raced out of the room once again to terrorize his friends.
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Wufei was still his teenaged self when the chestnut brown-haired boy leaped into his room, interrupting the Chinese boy's meditation, which was practically the only thing the poor guy could do to keep himself from a massive panic attack.
"I am the Shinigami also known as the God of Death, or Sir to you mere mortals, especially you Wu-man and you must do as I say! Give me all your allowance money so I can buy the Deathscythe gundam action figure or else I will destroy this puny planet!"
The Chinese pilot scowled at the annoying child. "Go away you braided baka."
"That's no way to talk to the Shinigami, Wuffy! I'm gonna tell that you were mean to me!"
Standing up, the pilot looked furiously at the other pilot who was respectively acting like the five year old, he appeared to be. "Maxwell, my name is Wufei! Not Wu-man and certainly not Wuffy! Now get out!" the pilot yelled as he shoved the trash bag-wearing boy out of his room, and locked it.
"You'll pay dearly for that!" Duo spat back. "You-you Fish head!"
Next, the boy ran to Heero's room discovering the Perfect Soldier was carefully balanced on several books placed on top of a chair, struggling to reach his laptop. "Damn it. Still not high enough."
"I'm the Shinigami and you must do as I say! Give me all your candy or I'll…I'll make Relena Peacecraft appear!"
The Perfect Soldier rolled his eyes in response. 'Has he always been such a baka?' he thought, jumping off the chair.
"I'm talking to you!" Duo sulked with his arms crossed.
"I know. I'm just not listening to you until you start acting your real age, which is not five. Now go away," Heero, spoke in a child-like monotone voice, as he too, pushed Duo out of the room, locking it.
"Grrr! Everyone is so mean to me! They'll pay for being such poopy heads!" the little braided-haired boy grinned evilly as he ran off to seek his revenge.
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Author's Notes: I am totally bewildered by how many reviews I have received for this story! I am so glad you all like it and the more reviews I get, the more encouraging I find it to continue on which I will, I already have a few plans and surprises for the up coming chapters.
The next chapter will hopefully be out Sat/Sun since I should have time to complete it by then hopefully since I have a lot of tests to deal with this week.
Next Time..... Duo becomes very mischievous when his friends disregard his orders as the Shinigami, thus seeks revenge. Will he become his older self before it's too late?
