Beware It!
"DIE! DIE! DIE!"
Duo glanced over at the closed door of Heero's room.
He must be practicing with that training game the Dr. gave him… Duo thought. Heero had come in with the package a few days ago, return address saying only "Dr. J." Heero had explained it was a training game the Dr. had been developing for a long time. Since then, in between blowing up real MSs, Heero had been in his room with the door closed. Maniacal laughter and shouts of "Die!" constantly echoed out into the hallway, day and night. An idea began forming in Duo's mind.
"I know what I'll do….I'll have Quatre call Heero out…and then I'll sneak in myself…and see just how great this training game is…"
Duo dashed downstairs and searched the whole of the mansion for Quatre, finally finding him in the library.
"Hey, Q-man?"
"Yeah Duo?" Quatre looked up from his book at the braided boy.
"You wanna do me a favor? Call Heero down here and detain him for a minute. I wanna see what this so called game is about. Make sure it sounds urgent."
"But won't he close down his laptop before he comes down?"
Duo was silent as he contemplated this.
"Good point. Plan B…"
Upstairs Duo silently pushed open Heero's door. He sat hunched in front of his computer, cackling.
"Mwahaha….die die die!"
Duo maneuvered his way around furniture up to right behind Heero. As he looked at the screen, he blinked. Silently and quickly he walked out of the room and closed the door. Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were there to meet him.
"Well?"
Duo shook his head.
"It's worse than we thought…" he muttered. "Heero…."
"What is it?"
"Heero's addicted to…..Pac-Man…"
Wufei gasped.
"The horror!
"…"
Quatre fainted out of pure shock, while Heero continued to laugh at the ever-hungry munching cheese roll known as Pac-Man.
TA: Remember kids. Pac-Man destroys the brain! And I don't own the pilots or Pac-Man. So no suing allowed!