Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Well, this is a weird one... ^_^() Anyway, who does own Gundam? I think we all know that it's Sunrise, not poor fanfiction writers. After all, the owners of Gundam don't NEED to write fanfiction. Everything they write becomes official. Hey, that might get kinda frustrating after a while… Like the Midas touch, ne?
Where?
Duo was sitting in the living room of Quatre's house (which had been rearranged for the author's convenience), bored out of his mind. Idly he picked up a catalogue that had come in the mail and began to flip through it. It was a clothing catalogue, nothing to interest Shinigami, but he began to notice something the more pages he turned. He began to flip faster and faster, scanning each page. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he ran upstairs, taking the catalogue with him.
Once in the upstairs hallway, Duo proceeded more cautiously. Walking along nonchalantly, he paused in front of Quatre's door. Casting a quick glance down each end of the hall and noting that it was empty, he slipped inside. Quatre was on a mission, so Duo had plenty of time to get the information he needed. Quietly he tiptoed over to Quatre's dresser, and began to open a drawer. Began to.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! Duo winced. Quatre needed to oil that… He fervently hoped no one had heard that. A moment later, when he felt safe, he continued to ease open the drawer. A few seconds afterward, the door behind him opened. Wufei looked at Duo suspiciously. "Maxwell, what are you doing going through Quatre's clothes?"
"Umm… I wanted…to…borrow something?" Duo fished around for an excuse, while giving what he hoped was an innocent smile.
"Shinigami wants to wear pink?" came a soft, slightly sarcastic-sounding voice from behind Wufei. Trowa had been going down the hallway and noticed Wufei standing in Quatre's doorway. Curious, he had stopped to see an interesting site indeed. Duo had obviously been rummaging through Quatre's dresser, and had just grabbed a pink shirt.
"That's just it, though!" Duo cried out, throwing the shirt to the floor in frustration. "Where does he GET them? All those catalogues only sell pink clothes in women's sizes!" Duo grinned sheepishly. "Does he wear women's stuff, or does he special order them, or what? I figured if I looked at the tags…"
"You realize that's an invasion of Quatre's privacy," Trowa said, sounding stern.
"Indeed," Wufei added. "If it had been my room, you would be dead now, ESPECIALLY if you were searching to see if I wear onna's clothing!"
Duo shuffled his foot uncomfortably. "I guess he'd be a little upset, ne?"
Trowa regarded Duo with a cold, piercing gaze. "If it wouldn't hurt his feelings so much to find out about this, we'd make you apologize the minute he got back."
"So you won't tell him?" Duo looked up hopefully. Two heads shook a negative response. "That's great! Arigato! I'll just, um, go back to my own room now, okay? Ja!" Trowa and Wufei accompanied him out the door. They watched silently as he bounced into his room and shut the door behind him. A moment of silence passed between the two pilots.
Wufei looked at Trowa. "So where DOES he get the pink shirts?"
Trowa looked slightly puzzled. "I don't know."
"So what do you think?"
"I think we forgot to make Duo put Quatre's shirt back. If we happen to get a glimpse of the tag, then it's mere coincidence."
Wufei grinned as the pair scurried back into Quatre's room.
~Owari
