Four Gundam pilots sat around the kitchen table in their new safehouse. Wufei polished his katana; occasionally glaring in Duo's direction as the braided boy would snicker and snort over his latest Dragonball Z comic. Trowa sat enjoying what was a relatively quiet moment (as quiet a moment as one could expect in Duo's presence). Quatre poured over the financial sections of the morning paper and stirred the lemon floating in his tea. They were all unprepared for the loud shriek that filled the room.
The violet eyed pilot didn't even get the chance to look up before he and his chair were knocked back onto the floor. He opened his eyes to find himself pinned, and staring down the gun barrel of an enraged Perfect Soldier.
Quatre cried, Don't shoot Duo! What's the matter?
Omae o Korosu, Baka! Heero flung assorted other curses in Japanese.
Wufei snickered, being the only other pilot fluent in Japanese, at just how much trouble Duo was in.
Trowa quietly placed his hand on the Zero pilot's shoulder indicating a question they needed answered.
This Baka washed all of our clothes in one load, Heero glared.
That's what this is about? Duo whimpered, I just wanted to save some time..... further statements were cut off by the pistol shove in his mouth.
I told you. Spandex... separate load... with Woolite. Do you have ANY idea the nasty feeling Tide leaves in lycra?
Quatre shouted. As if on cue his arms and chest began to itch. He pull up the sleeve on his shirt to reveal tiny red welt forming in his skin. AAAHHH!! Duo you idiot! I'm allergic to detergents! he screamed as he fled down the hall shedding his clothes as he went.
All this aside, Trowa sighed watching the view running down the hall, is it worth killing Duo?
Don't judge just yet Trowa, Heero glared. He put your clown pants in the dryer, he eyed the taller boy up and down. I'd say they'd fit you like a pair of hot pants now.
Trowa didn't speak, but the glare forming in his green eyes left Duo no doubt that he would be meeting the real Shinigami if he didn't move. With the adrenaline strength of panic he shoved Heero off and ran out of the house. An irate soldier and perturbed clown in close pursuit.
Wufei continued to polish his sword and thanked Nataku for the fact that he did his own laundry at the laundry mat.
~THE END~