t_j: Not that you were actually *waiting* for this to be continued... ^_^*
On a Mission:
G-Boys Band: Wufei
He threatened Nataku. HE THREATENED NATAKU! How dare that -
"Wufei, you're supposed to be teaching us how to dance." Maxwell was smirking ever so slightly. First O threatens to deface Nataku, then I have to
deal with this? I glared.
Why hadn't I kept my mouth shut? If I hadn't said anything about the dancing, we would have still been at a stalemate, sitting around drinking tea
and thinking about doing something worthwhile instead of this ludicrous "mission." And as much as I wanted to blame this on that noisy American, it
seemed that I wasn't the only one blackmailed into forming a boy band.
~
"So what exactly is it we're supposed to do? Dance, sing... what?"
"I don't know, but we have a week to get this act together."
"What do boy bands do?"
"..."
"..."
"Idiots, they sing to screaming masses of girls and dance in unison to a generic pop beat."
"Hey, Wufei, you know so much about this - and O did say that you knew how to dance - "
"I didn't say anything."
"Too late. Looks like you're stuck with this."
~
This was idiotic. We stood in the middle of the dance room, listening to Howard's old CDs and watching the old man try to show us how to - move
together? He was clapping his hands and nodding up and down, then wandering away as he danced to a beat entirely different from the one that was
coming from the speakers.
I grit my teeth. "This is stupid. I say we just scrap this mission and go home."
Click. Behind me, Heero readied his gun, and I could feel it leveling to point at me.
"We must complete the mission."
And Duo thought that was his way of showing endearment? For the love of Nataku! Duo has the brains of an ox!
But I guess it was better not to say something like that; Nataku has warned me numerous times that Shinigami's fairly protective of the baka, and
Nataku wouldn't help me if I get stomped on by an angry Gundam.
"So we step like this - "
"That's great!" Howard was enjoying this too much. He was nodding appreciatively at Trowa's moves. "Y'know, you look almost like S did whenever
we were a band."
NANI?!
We paused, gaped at Howard, who was nodding away, eyes closed, foot tapping.
"You. Did. What?!"
One eye opened. "We were a group. But you're too young to remember, I bet."
Quatre was a slight green as he peered over the now-stopped CD player, looking in through the clear cover. "This... is you?"
Did I mention that it was awful music?
"Mecha Masters?!"
Nataku help us; I need an aspirin.
"Of course, you'll need a new wardrobe, too. You guys need to look trendy."
Make that a whole bottle of aspirin.
On a Mission:
G-Boys Band: Wufei
He threatened Nataku. HE THREATENED NATAKU! How dare that -
"Wufei, you're supposed to be teaching us how to dance." Maxwell was smirking ever so slightly. First O threatens to deface Nataku, then I have to
deal with this? I glared.
Why hadn't I kept my mouth shut? If I hadn't said anything about the dancing, we would have still been at a stalemate, sitting around drinking tea
and thinking about doing something worthwhile instead of this ludicrous "mission." And as much as I wanted to blame this on that noisy American, it
seemed that I wasn't the only one blackmailed into forming a boy band.
~
"So what exactly is it we're supposed to do? Dance, sing... what?"
"I don't know, but we have a week to get this act together."
"What do boy bands do?"
"..."
"..."
"Idiots, they sing to screaming masses of girls and dance in unison to a generic pop beat."
"Hey, Wufei, you know so much about this - and O did say that you knew how to dance - "
"I didn't say anything."
"Too late. Looks like you're stuck with this."
~
This was idiotic. We stood in the middle of the dance room, listening to Howard's old CDs and watching the old man try to show us how to - move
together? He was clapping his hands and nodding up and down, then wandering away as he danced to a beat entirely different from the one that was
coming from the speakers.
I grit my teeth. "This is stupid. I say we just scrap this mission and go home."
Click. Behind me, Heero readied his gun, and I could feel it leveling to point at me.
"We must complete the mission."
And Duo thought that was his way of showing endearment? For the love of Nataku! Duo has the brains of an ox!
But I guess it was better not to say something like that; Nataku has warned me numerous times that Shinigami's fairly protective of the baka, and
Nataku wouldn't help me if I get stomped on by an angry Gundam.
"So we step like this - "
"That's great!" Howard was enjoying this too much. He was nodding appreciatively at Trowa's moves. "Y'know, you look almost like S did whenever
we were a band."
NANI?!
We paused, gaped at Howard, who was nodding away, eyes closed, foot tapping.
"You. Did. What?!"
One eye opened. "We were a group. But you're too young to remember, I bet."
Quatre was a slight green as he peered over the now-stopped CD player, looking in through the clear cover. "This... is you?"
Did I mention that it was awful music?
"Mecha Masters?!"
Nataku help us; I need an aspirin.
"Of course, you'll need a new wardrobe, too. You guys need to look trendy."
Make that a whole bottle of aspirin.