"You should leave you hair down for tomorrow," Quatre suggested and glanced at Duet's chestnut mane, still unbraided.
"It's a pain to keep it loose," she sighed and continued weaving Duo's hair.
Trowa "I think it looks nice."
"Well, seeing as you've hit my vain spot, now I have to wear it down, don't I?" Duet smirked without looking up.
"I'm not even going to ask about the story behind your braid, but isn't all that hair heavy?" Heero asked and munched on an apple.
"Eh," Duo and Duet replied and shrugged in unison. The corners of Heero's mouth curved upwards in some semblance of a grin and the others started to crack up.
"What's so funny?" Duo asked and exchanged confused looks with Duet.
"You two are too much," Wufei muttered and wiped a little tear from his eye.
"They must be on some secret 'braided-baka' wavelength," Trowa teased.
"Don't call me that!" the pair cried angrily, still not seeing the humor in any of this.
"Stop, please!" Quatre laughed and gasped for air.
"What's wrong?" Rasid boomed and everyone jumped.
"No-nothing, Rasid," Quatre replied and tried to breathe regularly, but failed miserably when he broke into another fit of giggles. Rasid looked around the room. Four pilots were recovering from near-hysterics and two seemed very confused.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked as the four swiped at their eyes.
"Yes, Rasid. Oh, and we have plans for tomorrow, so if you could arrange some transportation?" Quatre added politely and straightened up.
"Of course, Master Quatre," Rasid replied and bowed. Once he left, the boys plopped down on the couch, out of breath, but relieved. Duo stood up and examined his braid.
"Thanks, babe," he smirked and gave Duet a peck on the cheek. The other boys' expressions instantly lost some of their mirth.
~~~
"So we hafta sing tomorrow?" Wufei asked and folded his arms over his pillow. Everyone was hanging around the room in their yellow pajamas with corresponding numbers, and Duet wearing an extra pair of Duo's, naturally.
"Trowa performs a lot. He can probably teach us!" Quatre exclaimed and looked hopefully at the taller boy stretched out in his green sleeping bag on the living room floor.
"I'm a gymnast, I don't sing," Trowa replied.
"Well, it would help if we knew what song we were singing…" Heero yawned and pulled his dark blue cover up to his shoulders. Quatre frowned and crawled into his yellowish-orange bag. Duo squirmed in his black sleeping bag until he managed to flip the whole this over so he could lay on his stomach.
"Does anyone know any good songs?" he asked and tried to untangle his feet.
"You're hopeless," Duet sighed and left her own indigo bag to help him. "And I'm tone-deaf," she added and sat cross-legged, hugging her pillow.
"Maybe we should do one of those really old songs. You know, before they all either protested war or glorified battles…" Quatre suggested and walked out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with a dust-covered vinyl case.
"What's in there?" Trowa asked and rolled over so he could see. Quatre blew the dust off the top and undid the zipper along the side.
"They're huge!" Duo remarked as Quatre held up a CD.
"Yes, well people back then didn't have the technology we have," Quatre smirked and held up a walkman. "They listened to stuff on these."
"-suck it up kid, assume battle poise It's a lonely time for yours truly I know I don't need to stay awake in my nightmare I feel so alive In my dreamscape escapades I make the grade I save the day-" Heero pushed the "stop" button and sighed. Everyone was staring at him.
"What?" he asked and removed the CD.
"It's like they were singing about you," Duet blinked and turned to the vinyl case for another disc. "Fuel!" she grinned triumphantly and put it in.
"I choose next!" Duo called. Their music expedition was turning into a regular field trip. Even Wufei and Trowa would crack an occasional smile when the lyrics would get a little ecchi or when the even numbers would start singing, even though they didn't know the words. It turned into an impressive humming contest when the played "Bon Jovi: Crossroads."
"Hmmm," Duet mused as she peered at the paper describing each song.
"Satan, you know where I lie, Gently I go into that good night, All of our lives get complicated, Search for pleasures overrated, Never armed our souls, For what the future would hold, When we were innocent, Angels, lend me your might, Forfeit all my lives to get just one right-"
Duo stopped the song when Duet's eyes wavered. "You alright?" he asked and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah," she replied and took the CD out.
"Profound," Trowa remarked and Duet smiled at him.
"That's the word."
"-If you wanna fly, come and take a ride with me, Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby, If you wanna fly, come and take a ride, Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby, Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay-"
Wufei slammed the stop button down and blushed. "It looked like a good song," he cried and held up the lyrics. Trowa moved to take it out, but Heero stopped him.
"Put it on number seven," he said and took the lyrics sheet. Trowa pushed play again and sat back
"Baby you're not the only one, Ooh yeah, hey yeah, I see the things he does to you, All the pain her puts you through, And I see what's really goin' on, Stayin' out at night while your by the phone, Take it from me, There's a lesson to be learned, Even the good guys get burned, Take it from me, see I would give you love, The kind of love you only dreamed of-" Heero stopped the CD again.
"What's left?" he asked and Duo waved a yellow disc.
"It has an MS on the cover!" he stated proudly when Quatre placed it in the player. The small pair of speakers began to vibrate as the first song started.
"I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway, When I speak my mind, that's when we connect, But that's not politically correct,"
"So far, so good, Maxwell," Wufei smirked.
"Our heads are so filled with thought, we can't use our imagination, Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation, And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration, We're so impressing while we're regressing"
"I like it," Trowa nodded and smiled as Duo and Duet bobbed their heads to an exaggerated beat.
"There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance, So why does everybody think that my words can make a difference,"
"Wow, more Heero lyrics!" Duo grinned.
"I just don't have time to think up every social consequence, I'll just keep on talking you keep applauding"
"Byte me," Heero snarled.
"I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, But when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway, If you spoke your mind, you might feel more connected, Until you stand politically corrected"
"Sssh! This is good!" Quatre called and waved for silence.
"You lean a little to the left or the right but, You can only see who's on your side. Look a little like a deer in the headlights, A little blind and hypnotized. So you conform with the best of intention, Change comes from inside. After all that's what this country was founded on, Do nothing different just fall in line. What happened, to make us, so afraid, You couldn't, make a Mel Brooks movie today, I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday, I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway…"
"That's perfect! But we'll have to change the last few lines. I have no idea who Mel Brooks is, and we didn't watch Blazing Saddles yesterday," Duet laughed.
"She clings to me like cellophane, Fake plastic sub-" Six pilots simultaneously dove for the small walkman.
"Well, now that we've got a song… Can anyone play an instrument? I can cover the keyboard, but we need a guitar and drums…" Quatre mused.
"I know how to play the kazoo!" Duet grinned.
"I'll play the guitar," Trowa volunteered.
"I'll do drums…" Wufei mumbled and shoved his hands into his pajamas pockets.
"You!?" the other five responded in concert.
"There's a lot you don't know about me," Wufei countered.
"That's great! Thanks, Wuffie!" Duet cried and hugged Wufei.
"Unhand me, onna!" Wufei yelled and they toppled over into the pile of sleeping bags. The other boys laughed as Wufei sputtered and gasped for air.
"You kids get to sleep, now. You don't want to be tired tomorrow," Avdol warned as he peered around the door way to check on them.
"Yes, Avdol," Quatre replied and they all settled into their sleeping bags once again.
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A/N: Again, I changed the band names so they'd be more understandable to American readers! All those songs are copyright their respective bands. If I owned them, they wouldn't rhyme and they'd all be to the tune of "White Reflection." Fan service, no da!
"It's a pain to keep it loose," she sighed and continued weaving Duo's hair.
Trowa "I think it looks nice."
"Well, seeing as you've hit my vain spot, now I have to wear it down, don't I?" Duet smirked without looking up.
"I'm not even going to ask about the story behind your braid, but isn't all that hair heavy?" Heero asked and munched on an apple.
"Eh," Duo and Duet replied and shrugged in unison. The corners of Heero's mouth curved upwards in some semblance of a grin and the others started to crack up.
"What's so funny?" Duo asked and exchanged confused looks with Duet.
"You two are too much," Wufei muttered and wiped a little tear from his eye.
"They must be on some secret 'braided-baka' wavelength," Trowa teased.
"Don't call me that!" the pair cried angrily, still not seeing the humor in any of this.
"Stop, please!" Quatre laughed and gasped for air.
"What's wrong?" Rasid boomed and everyone jumped.
"No-nothing, Rasid," Quatre replied and tried to breathe regularly, but failed miserably when he broke into another fit of giggles. Rasid looked around the room. Four pilots were recovering from near-hysterics and two seemed very confused.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked as the four swiped at their eyes.
"Yes, Rasid. Oh, and we have plans for tomorrow, so if you could arrange some transportation?" Quatre added politely and straightened up.
"Of course, Master Quatre," Rasid replied and bowed. Once he left, the boys plopped down on the couch, out of breath, but relieved. Duo stood up and examined his braid.
"Thanks, babe," he smirked and gave Duet a peck on the cheek. The other boys' expressions instantly lost some of their mirth.
~~~
"So we hafta sing tomorrow?" Wufei asked and folded his arms over his pillow. Everyone was hanging around the room in their yellow pajamas with corresponding numbers, and Duet wearing an extra pair of Duo's, naturally.
"Trowa performs a lot. He can probably teach us!" Quatre exclaimed and looked hopefully at the taller boy stretched out in his green sleeping bag on the living room floor.
"I'm a gymnast, I don't sing," Trowa replied.
"Well, it would help if we knew what song we were singing…" Heero yawned and pulled his dark blue cover up to his shoulders. Quatre frowned and crawled into his yellowish-orange bag. Duo squirmed in his black sleeping bag until he managed to flip the whole this over so he could lay on his stomach.
"Does anyone know any good songs?" he asked and tried to untangle his feet.
"You're hopeless," Duet sighed and left her own indigo bag to help him. "And I'm tone-deaf," she added and sat cross-legged, hugging her pillow.
"Maybe we should do one of those really old songs. You know, before they all either protested war or glorified battles…" Quatre suggested and walked out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with a dust-covered vinyl case.
"What's in there?" Trowa asked and rolled over so he could see. Quatre blew the dust off the top and undid the zipper along the side.
"They're huge!" Duo remarked as Quatre held up a CD.
"Yes, well people back then didn't have the technology we have," Quatre smirked and held up a walkman. "They listened to stuff on these."
"-suck it up kid, assume battle poise It's a lonely time for yours truly I know I don't need to stay awake in my nightmare I feel so alive In my dreamscape escapades I make the grade I save the day-" Heero pushed the "stop" button and sighed. Everyone was staring at him.
"What?" he asked and removed the CD.
"It's like they were singing about you," Duet blinked and turned to the vinyl case for another disc. "Fuel!" she grinned triumphantly and put it in.
"I choose next!" Duo called. Their music expedition was turning into a regular field trip. Even Wufei and Trowa would crack an occasional smile when the lyrics would get a little ecchi or when the even numbers would start singing, even though they didn't know the words. It turned into an impressive humming contest when the played "Bon Jovi: Crossroads."
"Hmmm," Duet mused as she peered at the paper describing each song.
"Satan, you know where I lie, Gently I go into that good night, All of our lives get complicated, Search for pleasures overrated, Never armed our souls, For what the future would hold, When we were innocent, Angels, lend me your might, Forfeit all my lives to get just one right-"
Duo stopped the song when Duet's eyes wavered. "You alright?" he asked and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah," she replied and took the CD out.
"Profound," Trowa remarked and Duet smiled at him.
"That's the word."
"-If you wanna fly, come and take a ride with me, Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby, If you wanna fly, come and take a ride, Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby, Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay-"
Wufei slammed the stop button down and blushed. "It looked like a good song," he cried and held up the lyrics. Trowa moved to take it out, but Heero stopped him.
"Put it on number seven," he said and took the lyrics sheet. Trowa pushed play again and sat back
"Baby you're not the only one, Ooh yeah, hey yeah, I see the things he does to you, All the pain her puts you through, And I see what's really goin' on, Stayin' out at night while your by the phone, Take it from me, There's a lesson to be learned, Even the good guys get burned, Take it from me, see I would give you love, The kind of love you only dreamed of-" Heero stopped the CD again.
"What's left?" he asked and Duo waved a yellow disc.
"It has an MS on the cover!" he stated proudly when Quatre placed it in the player. The small pair of speakers began to vibrate as the first song started.
"I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway, When I speak my mind, that's when we connect, But that's not politically correct,"
"So far, so good, Maxwell," Wufei smirked.
"Our heads are so filled with thought, we can't use our imagination, Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation, And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration, We're so impressing while we're regressing"
"I like it," Trowa nodded and smiled as Duo and Duet bobbed their heads to an exaggerated beat.
"There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance, So why does everybody think that my words can make a difference,"
"Wow, more Heero lyrics!" Duo grinned.
"I just don't have time to think up every social consequence, I'll just keep on talking you keep applauding"
"Byte me," Heero snarled.
"I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, But when I try to shut my mouth, they come out anyway, If you spoke your mind, you might feel more connected, Until you stand politically corrected"
"Sssh! This is good!" Quatre called and waved for silence.
"You lean a little to the left or the right but, You can only see who's on your side. Look a little like a deer in the headlights, A little blind and hypnotized. So you conform with the best of intention, Change comes from inside. After all that's what this country was founded on, Do nothing different just fall in line. What happened, to make us, so afraid, You couldn't, make a Mel Brooks movie today, I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday, I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say, But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway…"
"That's perfect! But we'll have to change the last few lines. I have no idea who Mel Brooks is, and we didn't watch Blazing Saddles yesterday," Duet laughed.
"She clings to me like cellophane, Fake plastic sub-" Six pilots simultaneously dove for the small walkman.
"Well, now that we've got a song… Can anyone play an instrument? I can cover the keyboard, but we need a guitar and drums…" Quatre mused.
"I know how to play the kazoo!" Duet grinned.
"I'll play the guitar," Trowa volunteered.
"I'll do drums…" Wufei mumbled and shoved his hands into his pajamas pockets.
"You!?" the other five responded in concert.
"There's a lot you don't know about me," Wufei countered.
"That's great! Thanks, Wuffie!" Duet cried and hugged Wufei.
"Unhand me, onna!" Wufei yelled and they toppled over into the pile of sleeping bags. The other boys laughed as Wufei sputtered and gasped for air.
"You kids get to sleep, now. You don't want to be tired tomorrow," Avdol warned as he peered around the door way to check on them.
"Yes, Avdol," Quatre replied and they all settled into their sleeping bags once again.
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A/N: Again, I changed the band names so they'd be more understandable to American readers! All those songs are copyright their respective bands. If I owned them, they wouldn't rhyme and they'd all be to the tune of "White Reflection." Fan service, no da!
