Author's Note: Omaesan! Here's a new fic! and a new chance to be very,
very, very evil. ^_^ heh heh.
This fic was co-written by Saiyagirl. Go read her fics. They are great. I'm not lying! They really are!"
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. It will never belong to me. I wish it belonged to me.
Heero's wedding day.....
Chapter 1
Duo, being the garrulous best man, this time had to restrain Heero from trying to escape. All the while, the usually moody gundam pilot screamed bloody-murder at him, threatened to kill his (un)born kids, threatened to murder Hilde, and generally made the biggest fuss a man can make at a wedding. Wufei, after the Duo wedding debacle, was appalled to find that he would once again, have to attend Heero's.
"Speeches. Again?"
"Yes, speeches! And man-oh-man, you had better make it sound good!" Duo was in the act of trying to cram Heero into a groom's suit. Heero, on the other hand, was trying to reach for the gun that he had brought along for emergencies. And this probably counted as an emergency, as it was that he had never officially agreed to the whole thing.
Trowa, being Trowa, stood off to the side, a hint of a smile on his lips, watching the scene with moderate amusement. He was holding Heero's bridegroom accessories, namely the ring, the flowers, and the cue cards for his speech.
"All righty, upsy-daisy!" Duo grabbed the vest and zipped it up, locking it in place afterwards with a special, utility lock that ensured he would not escape before the end of the ceremony. Heero was twisting for his gun. Quatre snatched it out of reach just in time. "I really don't think you should be shooting anyone at the ceremony, Heero-san." He said in a drippy-sweet voice.
"Heero?"
All heads turned as Relena appeared at the doorway, dressed to kill. Heero's jaw nearly sank to the floor. Duo shut it for him. Quatre turned red. "Uh...Relena..heh...you look...nice..." He managed. She was wearing an ivory bridal gown that spread twelve feet of material across the floor. Before she could say one word, Duo barged in.
"Heeeeyyy! The bride's not supposed to see the groom until the ceremony!"
"That's right," Zechs appeared and growled, dragging her away, "and I've told you that you'll wear that revealing thing over my dead body!" Noin hurried after him with a worried expression on her face. Sally followed behind, a huge, exotic bouquet held in her hands. She winked at Wufei and ran off before he could retaliate. Wufei inhaled deeply, exhaled, and his coloring dropped several shades. Trowa grabbed him absently as he slid to the floor.
"That's it. I can't stand her anymore! I'm leaving home and traveling to the farthest planet a man can survive on!" He started to stalk away, but Quatre grabbed him.
"You can't go before the wedding Wufei, it's not fitting," he said innocently.
"Yeah," Duo added, having bound and gagged Heero on the floor and was tying black heels on his feet. "Heero getting married is not something you see everyday. Seriously, I would pay to see this if I have to." A maganac appeared, saluting smartly to Quatre. "Lord Zechs has given the groom permission to retire from the dressing room."
"Since when did he become Lord Zechs?" Duo muttered. "Half a minute!" he shouted. He stood up and surveyed his creation, an imagination frown on his face. Heero kicked wildly against the ropes. Quatre twirled his gun, watching with a critical eye.
"And now, to touch it off!" Duo announced proudly. He took a flower from Trowa's bunch and stuck it in the tuxedo breast pocket. "There!" He proceeded to un-gag Heero and untie him. The pilot was all for strangling him, if Trowa and Quatre hadn't been restraining him.
"When I get my hands on you-!" Heero circled his palms in a choking motion and gestured violently. The other pilots dragged him away to the sound of 'Here comes the Bride..'
Author's note: Yeah, I know. It's a bit short. Next chapter's coming real soon!
This fic was co-written by Saiyagirl. Go read her fics. They are great. I'm not lying! They really are!"
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. It will never belong to me. I wish it belonged to me.
Heero's wedding day.....
Chapter 1
Duo, being the garrulous best man, this time had to restrain Heero from trying to escape. All the while, the usually moody gundam pilot screamed bloody-murder at him, threatened to kill his (un)born kids, threatened to murder Hilde, and generally made the biggest fuss a man can make at a wedding. Wufei, after the Duo wedding debacle, was appalled to find that he would once again, have to attend Heero's.
"Speeches. Again?"
"Yes, speeches! And man-oh-man, you had better make it sound good!" Duo was in the act of trying to cram Heero into a groom's suit. Heero, on the other hand, was trying to reach for the gun that he had brought along for emergencies. And this probably counted as an emergency, as it was that he had never officially agreed to the whole thing.
Trowa, being Trowa, stood off to the side, a hint of a smile on his lips, watching the scene with moderate amusement. He was holding Heero's bridegroom accessories, namely the ring, the flowers, and the cue cards for his speech.
"All righty, upsy-daisy!" Duo grabbed the vest and zipped it up, locking it in place afterwards with a special, utility lock that ensured he would not escape before the end of the ceremony. Heero was twisting for his gun. Quatre snatched it out of reach just in time. "I really don't think you should be shooting anyone at the ceremony, Heero-san." He said in a drippy-sweet voice.
"Heero?"
All heads turned as Relena appeared at the doorway, dressed to kill. Heero's jaw nearly sank to the floor. Duo shut it for him. Quatre turned red. "Uh...Relena..heh...you look...nice..." He managed. She was wearing an ivory bridal gown that spread twelve feet of material across the floor. Before she could say one word, Duo barged in.
"Heeeeyyy! The bride's not supposed to see the groom until the ceremony!"
"That's right," Zechs appeared and growled, dragging her away, "and I've told you that you'll wear that revealing thing over my dead body!" Noin hurried after him with a worried expression on her face. Sally followed behind, a huge, exotic bouquet held in her hands. She winked at Wufei and ran off before he could retaliate. Wufei inhaled deeply, exhaled, and his coloring dropped several shades. Trowa grabbed him absently as he slid to the floor.
"That's it. I can't stand her anymore! I'm leaving home and traveling to the farthest planet a man can survive on!" He started to stalk away, but Quatre grabbed him.
"You can't go before the wedding Wufei, it's not fitting," he said innocently.
"Yeah," Duo added, having bound and gagged Heero on the floor and was tying black heels on his feet. "Heero getting married is not something you see everyday. Seriously, I would pay to see this if I have to." A maganac appeared, saluting smartly to Quatre. "Lord Zechs has given the groom permission to retire from the dressing room."
"Since when did he become Lord Zechs?" Duo muttered. "Half a minute!" he shouted. He stood up and surveyed his creation, an imagination frown on his face. Heero kicked wildly against the ropes. Quatre twirled his gun, watching with a critical eye.
"And now, to touch it off!" Duo announced proudly. He took a flower from Trowa's bunch and stuck it in the tuxedo breast pocket. "There!" He proceeded to un-gag Heero and untie him. The pilot was all for strangling him, if Trowa and Quatre hadn't been restraining him.
"When I get my hands on you-!" Heero circled his palms in a choking motion and gestured violently. The other pilots dragged him away to the sound of 'Here comes the Bride..'
Author's note: Yeah, I know. It's a bit short. Next chapter's coming real soon!
