~ H2O ~
Duo Maxwell literally bounced into the room, grin firmly
plastered on his face and braid flapping behind him.
"Ohayo!" he said cheerfully as he threw himself
onto the couch.
"Kisama!"
…right on top of Wufei.
"Wu-man!" Duo wasn't one to let death glares deter
him. "Didja miss me?"
Wufei looked about ready to explode. Trowa began a mental countdown. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1
"Maxwell!
This is an injustice! Get off
me!"
Trowa smirked behind his multi-purpose
uni-bang. Right on schedule, he
thought smugly.
From somewhere cross the room Quatre groaned.
"My head…" he moaned holding the offending…
appendage? in both hands.
"Q! Didn't
see you there" Duo's enthusiasm wasn't infectious. Wufei continued to rant about the injustice
of having his legs sat upon and Trowa was still inwardly congratulating his
perception and Quatre… poor Quatre was massaging his aching head. Duo glanced around the room, obviously trying
to discover what was missing.
Trowa began calculating anew. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1
"Hee~ ro!"
Perfect again! Trowa old boy, you're a genius!
At the particularly loud call Quatre snapped.
"SHUT UP!" he roared.
Complete and utter silence. No justice rants. No bubbly over-enthusiasm.
I didn't even see that coming,
Trowa thought worriedly, I must be slipping.
Suddenly Duo was all peacefulness and calm. After all, everyone knew that an angry
Quatre was a dangerous Quatre.
"Can I get you a drink?" Duo asked softly. Quatre nodded slightly, he was in too much
pain to apologise for his outburst.
"Please," he murmured.
"What's your poison?" The cheerful, loud
tone was more like the Duo they knew and… er… knew.
Quatre groaned.
"Nothing alcoholic," he pleaded.
"Some tea?"
"No."
"Coffee?"
"No."
With each subsequent refusal Duo got more
flustered.
"Milo?"
"No."
"Milkshake?"
"No."
Finally he decided on utter simplicity.
"Water?" he suggested half-heartedly. Quatre made a
face.
"Too strong!" he protested. Duo looked perplexed.
"I could… water it down a little?" he
suggested. Quatre nodded gratefully.
"Thank you," he said as politely as he could
manage.
Watered down water? Hmmm… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1
"Bakas!" Wufei stood up, "I'm going out!"
I've still got it!
Trowa congratulated himself.
Duo handed Quatre his glass of watered down water
and watched in trepidation as he took a sip.
"Pah!" Quatre sprayed out the mouthful, "Too weak!
How much water did you add?" he complained.
Duo hung his head. "Too much?"
he guessed.
"I'll make you some more," he offered as Quatre
nodded weakly. "But I think we're out
of water." He added as Quatre moaned.
"We have some dehydrated water," Trowa made his
first offering to the conversation, "Just add water."
Heero walked in just in time to hear that
statement, he glanced at Trowa.
"Hn." He remarked and walked out again. I left lemmings for this?
~
END ~
I don't know what that is… pointless… funny? I
discovered it under my bed... I think I wrote it… er... Xmas eve? Like... while
I waited for Santa ^_^ Hope you got a giggle!
I'd love it if you'd review because this is my very first GW fic (I
wrote it before "The Dance") Thanks!
~Smeegee-chan~
