Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Never have, never will. But just
because I don't own them doesn't mean I can't have some fun.
A.N. - The reason this story got written is because my ex said something he shouldn't have right before he dumped me and now, personally, I think he's a JERK! And I know that there are girls out there that probably wished this one their ex's. So, on with the story.
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Heero looked at the 30 some-odd messages he had in his e-mail. Junk, junk, junk, message from Duo-delete(last time he got a message from Duo via- e-mail, it was a virus and he spent a good part of a week trying to fix his laptop), ' If you choose to accept this mission...'? Hm, might be worth reading, he thought. He opened it and read it out loud, "Mr.Heero Yuy. I have a mission for you and you four friends that I think you might find...enjoyable. If you choose to accept, meet me at the 3rd Street Cafe at noon tomorrow. Signed, your secret employer."
Why not, he thought, we've had no missions in over 2 weeks and we're low on money. And Maxwell is really starting to bug me, he added as he glared at the 'God of Death Rules!' scribbled all over his desk. Duo, of course, denied it at the time but the hysterical laughter that came from his room quickly gave him away. And the fresh black marker on his hands didn't help, either. Heero stood up and quietly walked out his room. He walked down the hall to Duo's room, in which the braided boy was glued to the T.V. "Meet me downstairs." Heero said, making Duo jump. But before Duo could yell at him, Heero was already gone. Heero then went next door to Wufei's room. He opened the door the door and quickly deflected the knife thrown, indirectly of course (A.N. Suuure), at him.
"How many times has Quatre told you to stop throwing knives at wall and doors?" Heero grunted.
"But where am I supposed to perfect my aim?" Wufei growled.
"Outside!" Heero yelled. His room had multiple holes all over from Wufei's 'hobby'. "Meet me downstairs." Heero said before he left. Quatre and Trowa were already downstairs, so he took the back staircase down to the kitchen.
"Hi, Heero." Trowa said, not even turning around.
"Hn."
"Good morning, Heero. Anything new?" Quatre asked politely.
"Hn."
"All right, we'll wait for the others."
"MAXWELL, YOU'RE TOAST!!!" Wufei screamed from upstairs.
Hysterical laughter was heard, but quickly turned to panicked shouts. The kitchen door swung open and Duo collapsed onto the floor, hands over his head, and was followed by a knife, which wizzed past Heero's right ear and buried itself in the wall behind him.
"Wufei! Stop throwing knives in the house!" Quatre yelled.
"Maxwell, I'll kill you for this injustice!" Wufei hollered.
What did he do this time?" Trowa asked, helping the braided boy up.
"He mooned me." Wufei whined.
"Immature juvenile." Heero grunted.
"So," Duo said, brushing himself off, "you wanted to see us?"
"Yes. We have been given another mission." Heero said.
"Specifics?" Trowa asked, rolling his hand.
"None given. We have to go to the 3rd Street Cafe at noon tomorrow to find out." Heero said.
"Um, when did you receive this message?" Wufei asked.
"The date on the e-mail was yesterday...: Heero said and trailed off, looking at the clock. 11:58.
"Kisama! We're gonna be late!" Duo yelped.
"Not if I can help it." Trowa said.
"But 3rd Street is on the other side of town!" Quatre exclaimed.
"So?"
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A.N. - So, what ya think? Will they get to the cafe on time? Will Duo ever stop pulling pranks? Who is the mysterious employer? All the answers to these in the next chapter. Oh, and please review. ; )
A.N. - The reason this story got written is because my ex said something he shouldn't have right before he dumped me and now, personally, I think he's a JERK! And I know that there are girls out there that probably wished this one their ex's. So, on with the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero looked at the 30 some-odd messages he had in his e-mail. Junk, junk, junk, message from Duo-delete(last time he got a message from Duo via- e-mail, it was a virus and he spent a good part of a week trying to fix his laptop), ' If you choose to accept this mission...'? Hm, might be worth reading, he thought. He opened it and read it out loud, "Mr.Heero Yuy. I have a mission for you and you four friends that I think you might find...enjoyable. If you choose to accept, meet me at the 3rd Street Cafe at noon tomorrow. Signed, your secret employer."
Why not, he thought, we've had no missions in over 2 weeks and we're low on money. And Maxwell is really starting to bug me, he added as he glared at the 'God of Death Rules!' scribbled all over his desk. Duo, of course, denied it at the time but the hysterical laughter that came from his room quickly gave him away. And the fresh black marker on his hands didn't help, either. Heero stood up and quietly walked out his room. He walked down the hall to Duo's room, in which the braided boy was glued to the T.V. "Meet me downstairs." Heero said, making Duo jump. But before Duo could yell at him, Heero was already gone. Heero then went next door to Wufei's room. He opened the door the door and quickly deflected the knife thrown, indirectly of course (A.N. Suuure), at him.
"How many times has Quatre told you to stop throwing knives at wall and doors?" Heero grunted.
"But where am I supposed to perfect my aim?" Wufei growled.
"Outside!" Heero yelled. His room had multiple holes all over from Wufei's 'hobby'. "Meet me downstairs." Heero said before he left. Quatre and Trowa were already downstairs, so he took the back staircase down to the kitchen.
"Hi, Heero." Trowa said, not even turning around.
"Hn."
"Good morning, Heero. Anything new?" Quatre asked politely.
"Hn."
"All right, we'll wait for the others."
"MAXWELL, YOU'RE TOAST!!!" Wufei screamed from upstairs.
Hysterical laughter was heard, but quickly turned to panicked shouts. The kitchen door swung open and Duo collapsed onto the floor, hands over his head, and was followed by a knife, which wizzed past Heero's right ear and buried itself in the wall behind him.
"Wufei! Stop throwing knives in the house!" Quatre yelled.
"Maxwell, I'll kill you for this injustice!" Wufei hollered.
What did he do this time?" Trowa asked, helping the braided boy up.
"He mooned me." Wufei whined.
"Immature juvenile." Heero grunted.
"So," Duo said, brushing himself off, "you wanted to see us?"
"Yes. We have been given another mission." Heero said.
"Specifics?" Trowa asked, rolling his hand.
"None given. We have to go to the 3rd Street Cafe at noon tomorrow to find out." Heero said.
"Um, when did you receive this message?" Wufei asked.
"The date on the e-mail was yesterday...: Heero said and trailed off, looking at the clock. 11:58.
"Kisama! We're gonna be late!" Duo yelped.
"Not if I can help it." Trowa said.
"But 3rd Street is on the other side of town!" Quatre exclaimed.
"So?"
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A.N. - So, what ya think? Will they get to the cafe on time? Will Duo ever stop pulling pranks? Who is the mysterious employer? All the answers to these in the next chapter. Oh, and please review. ; )