Aftermath (Part 6)
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This wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be... not really. I could have laughed at some of the expressions on their faces, if only I'd seen them. You see... I'm the innocent one, the one that NO ONE expects to pull off something like this... especially for the reason that I did it. Trowa was an excellent source of rather twisted ideas, but even he had his limits. I'm SO going to die for this, but it was well worth it. The pictures I got before they woke up are worth more than anything they could possibly do to me. Well, except maybe Heero... but I took his gun after he passed out, so I'm safe for a bit.
As I walked down the hall and let myself into the last room, I couldn't help but grin. Sally and Noin were there, happily curled around a rather immobile Trieze. It wasn't MY fault he didn't drink. Not to the point I needed him to anyway. It was Trowa's idea to spike his drink, and that was one of the last truly coherent ideas he had last night. I figured this one was going to earn me the most grief, so I simply slipped into the room and placed the keys to both sets of handcuffs on the nightstand where either of the ladies would be able to find them, but Trieze himself couldn't reach. As I was slinking back towards the door, I heard a voice that made me freeze in my tracks.
"Winner, I WILL get even for this."
I turned slowly, unable to stop the smirk on my lips as I regarded Treize in all his indignant glory. "Maybe. But not today. Besides... I don't think you'll mind too much when they wake up. I've heard rumours about how Noin gets when she's drunk, and after last night I don't think she'll be over it this quickly." I brought up my hand in a mock salute, grinning as I left the room, shutting out the vague cursing behind me as the door closed.
This was one of my better pranks. I think Duo will be proud of this one. Although, I'm not sure I'll be hearing from him for a while, judging from the noises as I pass by the room with him and Zechs inside. That one was my idea. Something about the hair.
Trowa had the best idea... Heero and Une. THAT was one I'd never thought of. I wanted to pair up Heero with Wufei, but then I think they both would have wanted to kill me on the spot. Chuckling softly, I made my way downstairs, past the living room as quietly as I could, and out to the back of the house where Rashid and a few of the others sat, enjoying the early afternoon. Abdul took one look at me and just burst into laughter, getting up and clapping me across the shoulder.
"I didn't think you could do it, Master Quatre. You proved me wrong yet again."
I couldn't help but grin as I held out my palm towards him. "Yes, I did it... you lose. Pay up." I tried my best to keep a straight face as he dug into one pocket and handed me a set of keys.
"You realize I'm just going to win it back." He was smiling though, as he retook his seat.
Yes, he'd win it back. And I'd get it back again. We'd been doing this for years. Something about the Porsche that just drove us to outdo each other in practical jokes just so we could have the right to drive the candy-apple red convertible. "That you will, Abdul. But I think you'll be thinking long and hard about how to outdo me on THIS one."
It was then that I heard the first shout, most likely from the living room. "WINNER, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" Hilde. Had to be. Her or Dorothy.
"Well, gentlemen, that's my cue to leave!" I sprinted around to the front of the house, not daring to set foot within it, and jumped into the car, the precious keys still in my hands. Hell of a dare, really... wonder what we'll do for next New Years?
If I survive that long.
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~Owari
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This wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be... not really. I could have laughed at some of the expressions on their faces, if only I'd seen them. You see... I'm the innocent one, the one that NO ONE expects to pull off something like this... especially for the reason that I did it. Trowa was an excellent source of rather twisted ideas, but even he had his limits. I'm SO going to die for this, but it was well worth it. The pictures I got before they woke up are worth more than anything they could possibly do to me. Well, except maybe Heero... but I took his gun after he passed out, so I'm safe for a bit.
As I walked down the hall and let myself into the last room, I couldn't help but grin. Sally and Noin were there, happily curled around a rather immobile Trieze. It wasn't MY fault he didn't drink. Not to the point I needed him to anyway. It was Trowa's idea to spike his drink, and that was one of the last truly coherent ideas he had last night. I figured this one was going to earn me the most grief, so I simply slipped into the room and placed the keys to both sets of handcuffs on the nightstand where either of the ladies would be able to find them, but Trieze himself couldn't reach. As I was slinking back towards the door, I heard a voice that made me freeze in my tracks.
"Winner, I WILL get even for this."
I turned slowly, unable to stop the smirk on my lips as I regarded Treize in all his indignant glory. "Maybe. But not today. Besides... I don't think you'll mind too much when they wake up. I've heard rumours about how Noin gets when she's drunk, and after last night I don't think she'll be over it this quickly." I brought up my hand in a mock salute, grinning as I left the room, shutting out the vague cursing behind me as the door closed.
This was one of my better pranks. I think Duo will be proud of this one. Although, I'm not sure I'll be hearing from him for a while, judging from the noises as I pass by the room with him and Zechs inside. That one was my idea. Something about the hair.
Trowa had the best idea... Heero and Une. THAT was one I'd never thought of. I wanted to pair up Heero with Wufei, but then I think they both would have wanted to kill me on the spot. Chuckling softly, I made my way downstairs, past the living room as quietly as I could, and out to the back of the house where Rashid and a few of the others sat, enjoying the early afternoon. Abdul took one look at me and just burst into laughter, getting up and clapping me across the shoulder.
"I didn't think you could do it, Master Quatre. You proved me wrong yet again."
I couldn't help but grin as I held out my palm towards him. "Yes, I did it... you lose. Pay up." I tried my best to keep a straight face as he dug into one pocket and handed me a set of keys.
"You realize I'm just going to win it back." He was smiling though, as he retook his seat.
Yes, he'd win it back. And I'd get it back again. We'd been doing this for years. Something about the Porsche that just drove us to outdo each other in practical jokes just so we could have the right to drive the candy-apple red convertible. "That you will, Abdul. But I think you'll be thinking long and hard about how to outdo me on THIS one."
It was then that I heard the first shout, most likely from the living room. "WINNER, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" Hilde. Had to be. Her or Dorothy.
"Well, gentlemen, that's my cue to leave!" I sprinted around to the front of the house, not daring to set foot within it, and jumped into the car, the precious keys still in my hands. Hell of a dare, really... wonder what we'll do for next New Years?
If I survive that long.
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~Owari