Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, the characters, or anything else that
I may mention in this story... such as RealTV... I'm not sure if it's
possible to own Bruce Lee, but just in case, I don't own him either... same
with the Three Stooges, not mine.
Warnings: same as last time, 1+2, and more 5+2, OOC Heero. The language isn't that bad... and there's one suggestive scene, but then don't let it get to you, because I don't let my mind think that way when I write this kinda stuff. Just sorta happens, anyways...
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Ahhhh, night... the best time of the day, in my own humble opinion, Duo thought as he leaned back in the sofa and stretched contently. With a wide grin, he reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Just in time to see some guy on a skateboard crash into the pavement.
"Alright! RealTV!" Duo said, with a grin. He laughed as another guy on a skateboard slammed into a phone booth. "That's gotta hurt..." he commented to no one in particular.
Then Wufei entered, and sat next to Duo. "What're you watching?"
"RealTV."
Wufei rolled his eyes, "pssh..." he scoffed. "Gimme that..." snatching the remote from the protective American's grasp.
"Hey!"
Then the channel was switched to some Bruce Lee movie.
"You'd rather watch this, then RealTV!? Are you mad, man!?" Duo cried.
Wufei never answered.
"God, look at the guy's hair..."
"......"
"You know, he reminds of Curly off the Three Stooges, what with all his "wooooooo! Wooooo!" sounds he makes..."
Wufei frowned.
"He could probably pass for Curly, ya know..? Just shave his head, and there you go[1]... you gotta wonder, how'd he die?"
"Maxwell..."
"I mean how did Curly die..? Everyone knows the late, great Bruce Lee died because of some Chinese curse..."
"Maxwell..!"
"Whoa, just had a thought Wu'! What if you had a Chinese curse put on you..? You are Chinese after all..."
"Maxwell!"
"I'm just saying it's a possibility... no need to go gettin all wussy on me..."
"THAT DOES IT!"
Then with unexpected ferocity, Wufei launched himself at Duo, tackling him to the floor.
"ACK! HEY, GET OFFA ME!!" then Duo's eyes brightened at the object in Wufei's hand. "Ooh, the remote... yoink!" the American easily plucked it out of the Chinese' pilots' grasp.
"Baka! Hand it over!" Wufei snarled.
Duo ignored him and pressed 'Last' putting on his original show, just in time to see a car go over the side of the road, and flip. "Eh, he's alive... they wouldn't show it if he died..." he said, with a wise nod, oblivious to the boy who was sitting on him(A/N: or straddling, take your pick, heh), reaching for the remote.
Wufei growled, as he reached for the remote. Duo merely grinned and passed the remote to his other hand, and as Wufei would reach for that hand, Duo would pass it back again[2]. The braided boy did this over and over.
Finally, Wufei caught Duo's wrist, and reached for the remote, "ack! Wu- man! Not here! In the open!" Duo said, loudly. Then burst out laughing as Wufei started to blush, furiously.
"Shut up, baka! Give me the remote!" he snapped.
"Omae o korosu..."
Both boys froze. Wufei glanced over his shoulder, while Duo lifted his head to see. Yep. There was Heero.
"Uh-oh..." was all Duo could manage to muster.
"Am I interrupting anything..?" Heero hissed, eyeing Wufei, ominously.
"Uhhhhhh..." Duo started to say, Then...
"Yes, you are..." Wufei said, dryly.
Duo gaped at him, "ARE YOU INSANE!?"
Without another word(just an angry growl), Heero lunged at Wufei, tackling him, thus crushing Duo in the process.
"ACK! GET OFFA ME! YOU GUYS AREN'T EXACTLY LIGHT, YA KNOW!?" Duo hollered.
***
Quatre sighed, as he entered the livingroom, he heard Wufei and Duo. But seeing Heero was a definite surprise. The Arabian could only watch the scene, his eyes wide.
Heero was on Wufei, trying to strangle him, while the Chinese pilot was trying to strangle him in return as well. But where was Duo? Quatre could have sworn he heard Duo's voice earlier...
Then Quatre saw two black-clad legs, and a long chestnut brown braid that jutted out from underneath Heero and Wufei. And one arm stuck out, clubbing at the two other boys with the remote control. Duo?
"BOTH OF YOU! GEH OFFA ME!" Duo's muffled voice shouted.
Yep, it was Duo.
Quatre grimaced, what could he do? He was a pilot, not a Referee. Although, these days, the Arabian was seriously considering switching jobs.
Then Trowa entered the livingroom as well, calmly drinking a soda. Then his eyebrow instantly rose in question at the small sight that was in the middle of the spacious room.
"Trowa! Thank heavens! Help me out here!" Quatre pleaded.
Trowa merely smiled, shook his head and sat down in an easy chair, to watch the three pilots. He sipped his soda, an amused expression on his face.
"Trowa!"
The smile became a light grin, "relax, Quatre... they won't actually kill each other," he assured the younger pilot.
"You're sure..?"
"No."
"Trowa!"
"Okay, okay..."
With some reluctance, Trowa pulled Heero away from Wufei, holding him back a bit. Heero was actually growling at Wufei, like an animal. Trowa snickered. The things Heero did when Duo was involved.
Quatre had little difficulty holding Wufei back, since the Chinese pilot wasn't really struggling. He must have had no interest in fighting Heero. So Quatre let Wufei go. Then he reached for Duo's hand, who batted it away.
"No thanks..." Duo said, as he took in gulps of air. Then he was pulled to his feet. "Hey!" he protested. Only to find himself staring into deep prussian blue eyes. Heero.
The American swallowed, under the intense gaze Heero was giving him. Then he frowned, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. "Oh great... I'm blushing... that's attractive..." he thought with a sigh.
Heero on the other hand, never saw Duo this way before. His chest fluttered at the sight. The braided boy's cheeks were reddened slightly, and his cobalt blue eyes shone beautifully[3].
The other Gundam pilots could only watch, confused. Well, Trowa looked more amused, Quatre found it sweet while Wufei... Wufei was glaring at Heero.
"Uhhhhh, guys! Let's say we watch some TV now, huh!?" Quatre blurted out.
Heero frowned at Quatre, again, for intruding, then he nodded in agreement. Duo blinked, then lowered his head, hiding his expression with his bangs.
***
Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea, Quatre thought.
After a very competitive game of Paper, Rock, Scissors, Duo ended up in control. So now, they were watching RealTV, again.
The Arabian smiled at the set-up. He was in one easychair, Trowa in the other. Heero tried to sit next to Duo, but then Wufei arrived and plopped between them both. Wufei received the patented Deathglare, which he avoided, by closing his eyes, his arms folded. The rest was pretty much uneventful, while they watched TV.
Then everything went black.
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[1] I have nothing against Bruce Lee... those are just the thoughts I had when I saw a movie of his, I was tired at the time, too... gomen nasai all Bruce Lee fans.
[2] it's irritating when people do this, isn't it? Or is it just me .
[3] you know how they look during those shounen-ai bishounen scenes, right? yeah, like that.
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yeah, another short chapter, sorry... but I think this works out better...Thanks for the reviews, and everything... and I noticed there weren't many fics with Heero as the Chaser and Duo as the Chase-ee, so yeah, I'm hoping it's carrying along pretty well... and my writing's bit unorthadox, I know... heh, but as long as I get some of the humor across, then I don't really mind.
Warnings: same as last time, 1+2, and more 5+2, OOC Heero. The language isn't that bad... and there's one suggestive scene, but then don't let it get to you, because I don't let my mind think that way when I write this kinda stuff. Just sorta happens, anyways...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ahhhh, night... the best time of the day, in my own humble opinion, Duo thought as he leaned back in the sofa and stretched contently. With a wide grin, he reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Just in time to see some guy on a skateboard crash into the pavement.
"Alright! RealTV!" Duo said, with a grin. He laughed as another guy on a skateboard slammed into a phone booth. "That's gotta hurt..." he commented to no one in particular.
Then Wufei entered, and sat next to Duo. "What're you watching?"
"RealTV."
Wufei rolled his eyes, "pssh..." he scoffed. "Gimme that..." snatching the remote from the protective American's grasp.
"Hey!"
Then the channel was switched to some Bruce Lee movie.
"You'd rather watch this, then RealTV!? Are you mad, man!?" Duo cried.
Wufei never answered.
"God, look at the guy's hair..."
"......"
"You know, he reminds of Curly off the Three Stooges, what with all his "wooooooo! Wooooo!" sounds he makes..."
Wufei frowned.
"He could probably pass for Curly, ya know..? Just shave his head, and there you go[1]... you gotta wonder, how'd he die?"
"Maxwell..."
"I mean how did Curly die..? Everyone knows the late, great Bruce Lee died because of some Chinese curse..."
"Maxwell..!"
"Whoa, just had a thought Wu'! What if you had a Chinese curse put on you..? You are Chinese after all..."
"Maxwell!"
"I'm just saying it's a possibility... no need to go gettin all wussy on me..."
"THAT DOES IT!"
Then with unexpected ferocity, Wufei launched himself at Duo, tackling him to the floor.
"ACK! HEY, GET OFFA ME!!" then Duo's eyes brightened at the object in Wufei's hand. "Ooh, the remote... yoink!" the American easily plucked it out of the Chinese' pilots' grasp.
"Baka! Hand it over!" Wufei snarled.
Duo ignored him and pressed 'Last' putting on his original show, just in time to see a car go over the side of the road, and flip. "Eh, he's alive... they wouldn't show it if he died..." he said, with a wise nod, oblivious to the boy who was sitting on him(A/N: or straddling, take your pick, heh), reaching for the remote.
Wufei growled, as he reached for the remote. Duo merely grinned and passed the remote to his other hand, and as Wufei would reach for that hand, Duo would pass it back again[2]. The braided boy did this over and over.
Finally, Wufei caught Duo's wrist, and reached for the remote, "ack! Wu- man! Not here! In the open!" Duo said, loudly. Then burst out laughing as Wufei started to blush, furiously.
"Shut up, baka! Give me the remote!" he snapped.
"Omae o korosu..."
Both boys froze. Wufei glanced over his shoulder, while Duo lifted his head to see. Yep. There was Heero.
"Uh-oh..." was all Duo could manage to muster.
"Am I interrupting anything..?" Heero hissed, eyeing Wufei, ominously.
"Uhhhhhh..." Duo started to say, Then...
"Yes, you are..." Wufei said, dryly.
Duo gaped at him, "ARE YOU INSANE!?"
Without another word(just an angry growl), Heero lunged at Wufei, tackling him, thus crushing Duo in the process.
"ACK! GET OFFA ME! YOU GUYS AREN'T EXACTLY LIGHT, YA KNOW!?" Duo hollered.
***
Quatre sighed, as he entered the livingroom, he heard Wufei and Duo. But seeing Heero was a definite surprise. The Arabian could only watch the scene, his eyes wide.
Heero was on Wufei, trying to strangle him, while the Chinese pilot was trying to strangle him in return as well. But where was Duo? Quatre could have sworn he heard Duo's voice earlier...
Then Quatre saw two black-clad legs, and a long chestnut brown braid that jutted out from underneath Heero and Wufei. And one arm stuck out, clubbing at the two other boys with the remote control. Duo?
"BOTH OF YOU! GEH OFFA ME!" Duo's muffled voice shouted.
Yep, it was Duo.
Quatre grimaced, what could he do? He was a pilot, not a Referee. Although, these days, the Arabian was seriously considering switching jobs.
Then Trowa entered the livingroom as well, calmly drinking a soda. Then his eyebrow instantly rose in question at the small sight that was in the middle of the spacious room.
"Trowa! Thank heavens! Help me out here!" Quatre pleaded.
Trowa merely smiled, shook his head and sat down in an easy chair, to watch the three pilots. He sipped his soda, an amused expression on his face.
"Trowa!"
The smile became a light grin, "relax, Quatre... they won't actually kill each other," he assured the younger pilot.
"You're sure..?"
"No."
"Trowa!"
"Okay, okay..."
With some reluctance, Trowa pulled Heero away from Wufei, holding him back a bit. Heero was actually growling at Wufei, like an animal. Trowa snickered. The things Heero did when Duo was involved.
Quatre had little difficulty holding Wufei back, since the Chinese pilot wasn't really struggling. He must have had no interest in fighting Heero. So Quatre let Wufei go. Then he reached for Duo's hand, who batted it away.
"No thanks..." Duo said, as he took in gulps of air. Then he was pulled to his feet. "Hey!" he protested. Only to find himself staring into deep prussian blue eyes. Heero.
The American swallowed, under the intense gaze Heero was giving him. Then he frowned, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. "Oh great... I'm blushing... that's attractive..." he thought with a sigh.
Heero on the other hand, never saw Duo this way before. His chest fluttered at the sight. The braided boy's cheeks were reddened slightly, and his cobalt blue eyes shone beautifully[3].
The other Gundam pilots could only watch, confused. Well, Trowa looked more amused, Quatre found it sweet while Wufei... Wufei was glaring at Heero.
"Uhhhhh, guys! Let's say we watch some TV now, huh!?" Quatre blurted out.
Heero frowned at Quatre, again, for intruding, then he nodded in agreement. Duo blinked, then lowered his head, hiding his expression with his bangs.
***
Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea, Quatre thought.
After a very competitive game of Paper, Rock, Scissors, Duo ended up in control. So now, they were watching RealTV, again.
The Arabian smiled at the set-up. He was in one easychair, Trowa in the other. Heero tried to sit next to Duo, but then Wufei arrived and plopped between them both. Wufei received the patented Deathglare, which he avoided, by closing his eyes, his arms folded. The rest was pretty much uneventful, while they watched TV.
Then everything went black.
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[1] I have nothing against Bruce Lee... those are just the thoughts I had when I saw a movie of his, I was tired at the time, too... gomen nasai all Bruce Lee fans.
[2] it's irritating when people do this, isn't it? Or is it just me .
[3] you know how they look during those shounen-ai bishounen scenes, right? yeah, like that.
******
yeah, another short chapter, sorry... but I think this works out better...Thanks for the reviews, and everything... and I noticed there weren't many fics with Heero as the Chaser and Duo as the Chase-ee, so yeah, I'm hoping it's carrying along pretty well... and my writing's bit unorthadox, I know... heh, but as long as I get some of the humor across, then I don't really mind.