He's Typing...

Tyria: Well, this fic didn't start out as an idea for a fanfiction at all. While camping with my friends, at campfire, we played a skit game, and a friend and I were given the parts of two of the G-Boys and a plot. I decided to type it up here, and if I get enough reviews, I may right up a sequel.

With the use of their gundams, Heero Yui and Duo Maxwell had discovered a new habitable planet with an atmosphere breathable by humans.
Currently on the planet surface, by their campfire, Heero was sitting on a log, typing up his report and logging information about Xirex 3. And Duo? Well....

"He's typing, he's typing, he's typing...." Duo half-states half-whines while sitting next to the other pilot. Duo stands up and begins to pace back and forth, still chanting, "....he's typing, he's typing, he's typing...."
The braided boy makes a couple of circles around the sitting log, then plops down on the other side of Heero than he'd begun on, "...he's typing, he's typing, he's typing...."
Pilot 01 ignores Duo and continues diligently typing all the information vital to his mission's completion.
Pilot 02 now takes a breath, then, at a slightly different tone, renews his statement, "He's typing, he's typing, he's typing...."
The pilot of DeathScythe-Hell gradually slips further and further down the log until he slips off intirely, his braid flying up into the air. He lands on his back, with his legs straight up in the air. He looks, cutely peeking over the log, and exclaims, "I'm bored!"
Tippity-tippity tap, tippity-tippity tap went Heero's fingers over the keyboard. Duo Thinks for a moment, then grabs his flashlight and part slides, part hops back over the log and onto his knees next to the typing boy.
The braided pilot takes the flashlight and, holding it like a microphone, he states, "Heero Yui, you've just discovered an new inhabitable planet! What are you gonna do next? " Then thrusts the pretend microphone into position for Heero to respond.
In his all too usual monotone, barely auditable over the tapping made by his fingers flying over the keys of his laptop, he harshly answers, "Go away."
Duo sags slightly, shot down again. He drops the flashlight and then jumps up, perching on the log next to the other pilot again, not going to be detered by one failure. Heero Yui has to laugh sometimes, right? Everyone laughs, right? RIGHT????
"Heero, you're my friend, right?" No response, "Right??"
"Whatever."
The braided lad sags slightly again, then perks back up like he was never put down, "Heero, I have something I have to tell you."
Heero continues typing, either oblivious to Duo, or ignoring him very effectivly.
"Heero, I think I have a crush on Relena Peacecraft."
This gets a reaction. Heero leaps up with casual disregard for the well being of his laptop, which is sent flying by the sudden action, "What?!? You braided baka!"
Heero calms down quickly, regaining his composure, glaring at the braided boy on the log. "Tell me you are lying."
"But Heero, I..."
Heero cuts Duo off, repeating, "Tell me you are lying."
Duo gulps as he feels the cold metal end of Heero's gun against his forehead.






There, that's it. I have no clue how funny this is when you haven't been at camp for ever, but, it was funny as hell then. Please review... even flames, please, i'm DESPERATE. Well, if I get enough reviews, fer good or fer bad, I'll write another chapter. (Any guesses on who duo-kun was? *ignores the braid in her hair....*) Well, that's all, ta!