By Admiral Albia
Author's note; OK, I've skipped a huge section, largely because I got writer's block on it. They have now hooked up with Heero and Wufei, and are trying to explain the situation... well... sorta...
And I'm sorry if Heero and Wufei's relationship seems OOC, I haven't yet had the liberty of seeing them interact with each other in the series *sniff* I'm only up to Episode 10...
Warnings; Mild 2+1. Not sure if that'll change to 1+2+1, but ya never know... incidentally, though, I'm crap at writing romance so don't expect anything major developing. Possible 3+4 in later chapters...
Disclaimer; I own nothing. Not even the plot. Wish I had some of those slides of Duo's though...
Chapter 4
"So that's our problem," Quatre explained a few days
later, the scientists of the Winner Corp. tour bus having reached their
destination (i.e. where Heero and Wufei were currently). "And... well,
Duo suggested Heero's spandex space..." The braided boy blushed as a full
force Yuy Death Glare (tm) aimed itself at him.
"What do you want to do with my shorts?" Heero asked,
still glaring at Duo, who blushed even harder.
"Just learn the theory behind them..." A random
scientist muttered. "Or at least find out where we can get the theory.
Who designed them?"
"Doctor J?" Duo guessed, trying to hide behind Trowa.
Heero nodded and Trowa sidestepped smartly, allowing full glaring access
to Duo once more.
"Why not just tell us how they work?" Quatre suggested.
Heero sighed.
"I don't know how they work. They just work."
"Oh. Eh... excuse me, Heero, could we borrow Duo
please? Thanks..." Quatre dragged Duo from the all-emcompassing activity
of Blushing-Furiously-And-Getting-Glared-At, and added, "Business conference,
gentlemen?" The scientists went into a huddle.
"Well, the usual way is to send a man in
so we can see for ourselves," someone said hesitantly. "Uh... can anyone
remember what we do if we can't do that?"
"We send a man in so we can see for ourselves,"
came the prompt reply. "It never fails."
"Wasn't that usually the phrase which resulted in
someone having to self-destruct?" Duo murmured to Quatre. The blond boy
nodded in agreement, then turned back to the main discussion.
"I suppose if we ask him very nicely..."
"Ooh, I'll go!"
"...and if we can find a volunteer..."
"Me! Pick me! I'll go!"
"...and if we allow him to set the terms..."
"Oh, do we have to?"
"...then he might let us in without killing
us."
"Damn, you had to bring that up, didn't you, Quatre..."
"Any volunteers?" Duo's hand shot straight in the
air. It was the only one which did.
"Any other volunteers?" A general mumbling
and pulling away indicated the answer to that question.
"Ooh, pick me! I will, pick me!" Quatre sighed.
"Fine, but it could make it harder for us to get
in. Conference ended. Uh... Heero...."
"Roger."
"You'll be in radio contact at all times."
"Roger."
"Stop that."
"Yessir."
"This isn't a mission."
"Of course."
"Duo, is that a water pistol?"
"Is what a water pistol?"
"I don't think it would be a good idea to make it look like Heero'd wet himself, Duo." The braided ex-pilot stared.
"Quatre?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you..." Quatre allowed himself a grin.
"Do you have any idea how boring it is if you spend every day of your childhood being a well-brought-up rich kid?" Seeing that Duo was still staring, he sighed. "Just get down Heero's shorts, Duo."
"Sure. And Quatre..."
"Yeah...?"
"While I'm... uh... analysing Heero's shorts, why don't you analyse Trowa's bang?" Duo grinned at his friend's face and turned around. "HEERO! Coming ready or not!"
Resignedly, the perfect soldier (who hadn't been able to resist Quatre's
kawaii-pouty look, by the way) stretched his waistband open and Duo put
one leg in. The leg immediately vanished into the black void that was Spandex
Space.
"Spooky."
"Just get in, Duo."
"Didja hear that, Quatre? He invited me in!" And
with that, Duo hopped into Spandex Space.
What secrets does Spandex Space hide? Tune in next chapter!