By: Neko-chan
I swear, fic ideas come to me in the weirdest of places. The shower, English Honors class (well, that isn't really weird.....just boring....-.-;), talking to my friends (Gomen, Amy-chan!!), reading other people's fics.....you get the idea. Well, here's yet another fic from the wonderful Neko-chan. *cough cough* Not really... *cough cough* Anyways....um.......my first stab at REAL humor. Not that freaky stuff in Gotta Catch a Bishonen! and Bisho-Battles. *grins and laughs crazily* Um.......*ahem*......I hope you enjoy this fic....
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. That means I don't own Heero. (Nooooo!! WA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!! *sniffles* *sulks in a corner; huggles her tail* Pu!)
Drip. Drop.
Heero managed to crack open a sleep clouded eye as he stared around the tent, looking for the thing that had woken him up. Seeing nothing, he curled even further into his sleeping bag, instantly falling back asleep.
Drip. Drop.
Heero groaned and stuck his head out of his nest, glaring darkly. The Gundam pilots had been forced to hide from OZ officers in a forest, and each pilot had his own tent. As Heero scanned the tent, nothing moved. All was silent. Normal. The pitter-patter of rain was a gentle lullaby, lulling all of the Gundam pilots to sleep.
Until a droplet of water fell from the ceiling and plopped right on his nose.
Heero growled and looked up. The canvas material of his tent was soaked; water drops had been falling on him. Sighing in an exasperated manner, Heero moved his sleeping bag to another part of the tent, far enough away from the soaked area that he wouldn't get dripped on.
With a contented sigh, Heero again curled up in his sleeping bag, burrowing deeply. His eyes were just beginning to drift shut when.........
Drip. Drop.
Heero's eyes jerked in. Prussian blue eyes glared at the ceiling in suppressed hate. The rain had managed to soak through in this area too. Muttering darkly and growling curses in Japanese, Heero stood up and he moved his sleeping bag.......again.
Still uttering obscenities in his native language, Heero crawled into his sleeping bag and stared at the small tent, daring it to drip rain on him again. Nothing happened. Satisfied that he had cowed it into submission, Heero gave a self-satisfied smirk and laid down. This time, the tent didn't even wait for him to close his eyes.
Drip. Drop.
"OMAE O KOROSU!!!!!" Heero screamed, reaching for his gun. Blindly, he shot at the tent's ceiling. All too soon, the gun was out of bullets and the tent's top was riddled with bullet holes. Heero grinned crazily and started laughing, his head tilted back and his whole body shaking with his laughter.
Then......the roof fell open and a torrent of rain water fell on the pilot of Wing Zero.
"Awww........shit."