Author's Note: This is another 30 minute fic, first brought about by NCT. This is a silly one-shot, not to be re-read or taken seriously. It's the best stress reliever, and helps with writer's block. Yaoi is hinted at, so if you don't like, don't read. ^_^
by Anthy
Once upon a time, there was a prince. His name for all intents and purposes, shall be called Quatre. You see, our poor Quatre was bored, he had nothing better to do on this day, lets say for all intents and purposes it was Friday. Rashid had just delivered a wonderous gift, a case of-for all intents and purposes-an entire case of Arizona's Iced Coffee, the Supreme Latte flavor. Quatre was ever so pleased of this gift. And as to not make his ever faithful servant and friend sad, he drunk every last bottle in his presence. Now, for all intents and purposes of this fic, I must also inform the audience the high caffeine content of this potent drink, which is intended for 2 people to share. The author must also note, is what she is drinking at the moment.
In pleasing his friend in drinking every last bottle of this gift, Quatre had made himself extremely hyper. Above all, the poor teen was unreasonable. He came bounding into the living room. For all intents and purposes, all the remaining pilots: Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei are all in above mentioned room. They are also bored . . . at least as much as a Gundam pilot can be without falling out of character. For all intents and purposes, Duo is extremely bored.
Seeing the current distress his fellow blond pilot was in, Duo bounded across the room and began to whisper devilish plots in Quatre's head. For all intents and purposes of this fic, there is a radio in the room, from which Quatre runs too.
Music wafts across the room as the beginning rift of Stevie Nick's "Edge of Seventeen" fills the room. For all intents and purposes of this silly fic, you would know this is not the correct song.
Quatre, along with Duo who, for all intents and purposes let his long chestnut hair out of its traditional braid, begins to lip-synch to Destiny's Child's "Bootylicious". That's right, "Bootylicious". For all intents and purposes, Duo was Beyonce, Quatre (who has the energy for it) the other two members.
The two begin to dance rather seductively to the song, sending devious looks to their objects of affection. Their challenges bouncing off the wall, asking Heero and Trowa the age old question of "how much jelly could one handle?"
"Not their's." The chorus taunted. For all intents and purposes, Heero and Trowa were up for the challenge. They joined the two pilots on the living room floor. Wufei disappeared, whereabouts unknown to even the author herself. For all intents and purposes the author of this fic is going to end the fic here. The aftermath of said event gets very lemony and extremely lengthy. With minds set firmly in the gutter, the author bids farewell.
It was her intent and her purpose to do so. ^_^
THE END