Author's note: Unfortunately, I don't own Gundam Wing.  Wish I did, but sorry, I can't say that.  So don't sue me please, it's not like you'll get anything anyway since I'm basically broke.  Now, without further ado…

The Gundam Boys Go Skating

by Dæmon

"Hey guys!" 

                Duo's cheerful voice came from the kitchen, where he was busily sorting through the mail. 

                "Wha...Duo, you are NOT looking at our mail again, are you?" Trowa asked, staring at Duo suspiciously.

                Duo tried to look shocked.

                "Why would I ever do a thing like that?" he asked innocently.

                Heero glanced up from the newest issue of "Guns & Ammo" that he was reading. 

                "You did it last week," he said, glaring.

                "I swear to God, that was a mistake!  I didn't mean to read Quatre's 'Playgirl' magazine!  It just happened!"

                "You subscribe to 'Playgirl"!?"  Wufei said, prying his eyes from the katana he was polishing to perfection yet again.  "Injustice, Winner!"

                "I accidentally checked the wrong box on the subscription form," Quatre said quickly, "I was trying to renew Duo's 'Playboy' subscription!"

                Everyone (besides Trowa and Heero) started talking at once, but that was quickly ended when Heero shot his gun at the ceiling.

                "Hn," he said, going back to his magazine.

                A short period of silence followed, but everyone knows that Duo and silence do not mix, and a few seconds later he was chattering away again.

                "Anyway..." he continued, stopping to catch his breath after a particularly long run-on sentence, "I got this brochure in the mail about this new skating place in town, and-"

                "Stop right there, Maxwell," Wufei interrupted.  "This is going to turn out to be another torturous outing in which at least one of us will most likely get injured (more likely than not, you) and everyone will get pissed off."

                Duo pouted.  "But Wuffie..."

                Wufei jumped up from his seat, holding his katana against Duo's precious braid.

                "Never...call me Wuffie." he muttered through gritted teeth.

                Duo gulped and nodded quickly.  Wufei sat back down, mumbling about injustice.

                "Duo, I'm not so sure this is such a good idea..." Quatre started.

                "Come on, Q-man!" Duo pleaded.  "We might meet some really hot girls there!"

                Heero, completely uninterested, went back to reading his magazine. 

                (Daemon:  Sick freak.  You know what I mean.)

                "Well..." Quatre said, "What do you think, Trowa?"

                "..." Trowa replied, really helping the situation with this wonderful advice.

                "Well I'm going," Quatre said with a slightly quavering voice.

                "Yeah!" Duo cheered.  "C'mon guys..."

                "Alright, fine," Trowa agreed reluctantly.

                "Okay...Wufei?"

                "This is injustice, Maxwell, but I'll go." 

                "Heero?"

                Heero kept reading his magazine.

                "HEERO!"  Duo yelled.

                Still no response.

                "Well fine then!" 

                Duo and Quatre grabbed Heero and practically dragged him out the door, amidst a string of cuss words and death threats.

(TBC.  Yet another one of my stupid humor fics.  I have too much time on my hands.  Well anyway, I hope you like it, I'll be writing another chapter soon, even though I'm writing three stories and webcomic right now, so it might be just a little while.  Thanks!  Please review…I mean, if you've already sat through this, you might as well tell me what you think.  ^_^)