Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or the characters... is it possible to
own a card game? Well, yeah the deck, I know... but I'm talking a card
game, Crazy Eights... is it possible to own that? Well, just in case, I
don't own it heh... ^^() no need to sue
Warnings: shounen-ai, it's just 1+2 now... I think... yeah, no more 5+2, very OOC Trowa... same kinda language, just "hell"... uhhh, what else..? I think that's it, curse the evil slump that's slowing down the progress... onto the next chapter...
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Trowa narrowed his eyes, as he crept along the floor. He had to be extra careful now. Especially since Heero threatened him, earlier. He glanced down the hall, seeing no one.
So I held Duo's hand, tried to play footsie with him and smelled his braid... that's no reason to kill me, Trowa thought, as he peered down the long hallway. Great. Why did his room have to be way down there? And past Heero's room no less.
With a quick shake of his head, he started to walk stealthy down the hall. His feet barely making a sound. The silent pilot froze, hearing the clacking of keys on a keyboard. He was still awake!? Trowa then glanced at his watch. 1am. Okay, so it wasn't that late, but that was beside the point.
Then a door was being opened. Trowa, ever the calm collected type, panicked and dashed into the nearest room. Trowa sighed in relief, as he heard the person walking by. The sigh quickly diminished once he felt a blade being pressed against his throat.
"What the hell..!?"
"Trowa? What're you doing in here?" Wufei demanded.
"I'm in your room!?"
"Yes... now why?"
"Hell if I know..."
"You're hiding on Heero, aren't you?" Wufei asked, with a smirk. Trowa glared at him.
"So what if I am!?"
"Wuss..."
Trowa stared at him, incredulously. "You've been around Duo, too long..." he said, dryly.
Wufei rolled his eyes, "you're telling me... get out." he ordered as he lowered the blade, and opened his door, shoving Trowa out into the hallway.
"Hey!"
"Oyasumi, Trowa... sleep well, oh yeah... Heero says to tell you to sleep with one eye open," Wufei said, with a smirk. Trowa scowled, as the door was closed in his face.
Taking a breath, he went on his way, towards his room. He froze again, hearing the clacking of keys on a keyboard still. Wait. If Heero was in there? Then who walked by, earlier?
Whoever it was, he was coming back. Trowa started to panic again, unwittingly dancing back on forth[1], as he searched for a place to hide. Then he dashed behind a curtain. Unfortunately, Trowa's feet were kind of visible. Ah, who would notice? Hopefully, the Gundam pilot would have an off-day and not be totally aware of their surroundings.
Standing there, he heard a soft yawn. Trowa then felt like slapping himself. Heero was in his room, typing. Why was he hiding?! Glancing out, he saw it was just Duo! He jumped out, in front of the unsuspecting, braided boy.
"GIVE ME A HEARTATTACK WHY DON'T YOU!?!?"
Duo stared at him for a moment, his eyebrow raised, "huh?"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE!!!"
"Hee-chan?"
"YES!"
"Heh... you know if you're trying to avoid him, Tro.. you should lower your voice, just a bit..."
Releasing a growl, Trowa grabbed Duo's braid. "Don't patronize me," he hissed, Duo smirked.
"You know... I wondered what Heero would do to you, once he found you... shall we find out..?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow, then narrowed his eyes, "you don't have the guts..."
"Oh don't I? Hey, Hee... mmph!" Duo's mouth was abruptly covered by Trowa's hand.
"Okay, okay... you have the guts, shut up!" he hissed.
Duo snickered and pushed Trowa's hand away, "of course I do... oh, and by the way..."
"Huh?"
Duo slapped him lightly. "Masher..!" he said in a falsetto tone, then he strolled down the hallway, waggling his hips in a very over-exaggerated manner[2].
Trowa glared after him, "idiot..."
"Hey, Hee-chan!"
"Ack!" Trowa quickly leapt behind the curtain again, just as Heero opened his door.
"Hn?"
"What 'cha doin?" Duo asked, with a grin. Heero smiled back, faintly.
"Working..."
"That's it?"
"Hai..."
"Eh, just wondering... oyasumi."
"Oyasumi, Duo..."
Trowa sighed, hearing the door close, then he came out from his hiding place, "Duo, you idiot..." he grumbled.
"Trowa..."
Trowa blinked, and looked up, nervously. It was Duo's door that closed!
"Uh, hey... Heero... nice night huh?"
"Omae o korosu..!" Heero snarled, and lunged at Trowa.
"ACK!" Trowa spun on his heel, and raced down the hall, and down the stairs. Into the already darkened mansion.
***
Quatre sighed, and rolled onto his stomach. He was not hearing this! He wasn't! The sound of a gun firing, and Heero shouting at Trowa. Warily, the Arabian glanced at his clock, the digital numbers reading 1:33am.
BANG!
That was the fifth shot, already. Quatre quickly sat up, and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. It was gonna be a long night. As he opened the door, Quatre saw Duo, staring down the hall, his eyebrow raised, as he listened to what was happening.
CRASH!
"STAY STILL!"
"YOU GOTTA PAY FOR THAT, HEE-CHAN!"
"DAMARE! ONLY DUO CAN CALL ME THAT!"
"WHAT ABOUT RELENA!?"
"OBVIOUSLY NOT!"
Duo scratched the back of his head, "heh, hey Quatre..."
"Hey Duo... how many was that?" the blonde boy asked, referring to the crashes.
"I'd say that was about... the third... sounded like a ming vase..."
"The one in the den, I'm guessing..?
"Sounded like it..."
Quatre sighed. "Duo, you really should just give Heero your affection, then he wouldn't do this all the time..."
"Hey, I did, already... and there he is, still threatening to kill Trowa... well, I really don't think Hee-chan'll kill him, maybe just hurt him... but not kill him... you know..? idle threat kinda thing..."
CRASH!
"Whoops..." Trowa mumbled.
"Good luck paying for that one..." Heero said, snidely.
"Well, maybe if you weren't chasing me..!"
"Maybe if you never humiliated me in front of Duo!"
"Maybe if you..."
"SHADDUP, ALREADY!"
BANG!
"HEY! YOU NEARLY HIT ME THAT TIME!"
"STAY STILL, THEN!"
Quatre and Duo both glanced at each other, then snickered and shook their heads, in disbelief. Those two were just weird, sometimes.
***
Wufei grimaced, listening to all the noise those weaklings were making. With a fierce growl, Wufei took up his katana, and stalked out of his room. He blinked, seeing Quatre and Duo both sitting in the hallway, playing cards.
"What're you doing..?" the Chinese pilot asked, slowly.
"We're the cavalry... we'll jump in when it starts to sound serious..." Duo answered.
THWUMP!
"what the hell..!?" Heero snapped.
"What?! Not all of us carry a gun, ya know..?!" Trowa spat.
BANG!
"HEY! QUIT SHOOTING AT ME, ALREADY!"
"Trowa, put the cushion back..." Heero ordered.
"Hell no!"
"Sounds somewhat serious to me..." Wufei commented.
"Nah... they're still just playing, by the recent standards..." Duo told him. Wufei raised an eyebrow, then nodded. Point taken.
"TROWA! PUT THE CUSHION BACK!" Quatre shouted down, towards them.
"HE'LL SHOOT ME IF I MOVE!"
"You shoulda thought about that before you threw it!" Quatre retorted.
"Yeah!" Heero chimed in.
Duo snickered, as he threw down an 8 of clubs, "I win..."
Quatre blinked, "hey no fair... I was playing referee, here."
"Yadda yadda yadda... wanna play, Wu?"
"Sure... not like I can get any sleep now, anyways..." Wufei said, shrugging, and sat down. "What're you playing...?"
"Strip Poker..."
"WHAAT!?" Quatre and Wufei yelped, in unison. Duo burst out laughing at the Chinese boy's yelp.
"Kisama! I refuse to play such a humiliating game! Unlike you, Maxwell, I have my dignity!" Wufei snapped.
Quatre slapped his hand over Wufei's mouth, "shhhhh! If Heero hears you, he'll go after you, too!" he hissed. Wufei sighed, and went quiet.
"And Duo, we're not playing Strip Poker..." Quatre went on, firmly, as he gave Duo a stern look.
Duo grinned, "I was kidding... Crazy Eights again?"
"Yeah, that'll do..."
Wufei nodded, in agreement.
***
"Will you just come out already?!"
"No..!"
"It only hurts for a second, really... I've been shot, it doesn't hurt..!"
"You're a terrible liar, Heero..!" Trowa spat.
"Duo! Did I look hurt when you shot me?" Heero called upstairs.
"Just a little..." Duo called back.
"See!?"
"Obviously you guys are in cahoots... I'm not coming out!"
"Trowa! Come out! That chair can only protect you for so long!"
With a sigh, Trowa poked his head, peering over the chair.
BANG!
With a small yelp, Trowa ducked back down, hastily. "Heero, you idiot! You nearly hit me, again!"
"Sorry, come out, and lemme try again..."
"Hardy har har..." Trowa muttered. Then he glanced at the stairs. If he could get to the others, things would be fine. Then Trowa started to wonder. Why weren't they doing anything now?
***
"Alright... hearts," Quatre said, throwing down an 8 of spades.
"Kisama! Winner! How the hell do you and Maxwell get all the eights, all the time!?" Wufei demanded.
"Sheer luck, Wu-chan... it's your go..." Duo said, with a grin.
Forgetting his annoyance in his lack of eights, Wufei smirked and threw down a jack of hearts, the queen of hearts, then the queen of spades.
"HEY! That's just low, Wu!!" Duo whined. Wufei snickered.
"Sorry Maxwell... but you won the last three games, already... now pick 'em up."
Sighing, Duo picked up eight cards, and threw down a king of spades then shrugged, "all I got for now... go Cat..."[3]
"WILL ONE OF YOU HELP ME OUT HERE!?!" Trowa shouted.
BANG!
"Heero, be nice..." Quatre called, as he arranged his cards by their suit.
"Gee, thanks Quatre..." Trowa called, sarcastically.
BANG!
"Damnit, Heero! How many clips do you have!?!?" Trowa snapped.
"Only two more left... you should come out now, before I run out..." Heero replied in monotone.
"Gee, okay..." Trowa said, sarcastically. "GUYS!!!"
"Just come up here, Tro... we'll protect you, then..." Duo called, cheerfully, as he threw down a 2 of spades and a 2 of diamonds. "Pick up six, Cat!"
Quatre shrugged and picked, merely seeing it as a chance to get an eight. He brightened, seeing he did get one.
"YOU GUYS!!!"
"JUST GET UP HERE, TROWA!" Wufei shouted.
***
Trowa rolled his eyes, they made it sound so easy. Trowa took a breath, and peered up, then pointed upwards, "LOOK! NAKED DUO!"
Heero blinked, and glanced back, seeing nothing. Then he turned back to where Trowa was. He was gone. Heero frowned, seeing the taller pilot make a run for the stairs.
"TROWA! THAT WAS JUST LOW!" Heero snarled, and ran after him.
"Not my fault!" Trowa snapped, then once he reached the others, he hid behind Duo and Wufei. The three other pilots continued their game, unfazed by the showdown between Heero and Trowa.
"Guys... some help would be nice, right about now..." Trowa hissed.
"You can always check into a hotel..." Wufei said, dryly, as he threw down a three of clubs.
"What!?"
"That does sound logical..." Quatre agreed. "Your go, Duo..."
"Hmmm, don't need this..." Duo said, to no one in particular, as he threw down a seven of clubs.
"I'm not checking into a hotel!"
"Then let me shoot you, and we can all go to sleep!" Heero snapped.
"Yuy's gotta point, Barton... just let him shoot you... some of us want some sleep..." Wufei pointed out, as he threw down a nine of clubs. "One of you change it already... I know you can!"
"ARE YOU ALL INSANE!? YOU'RE SAYING YOU WANT ME TO GET SHOT! YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?!"
"Trowa, please... don't shout..." Quatre said, sighing.
"Alright, I'll change it... I'm running out of clubs, anyways... let's make it... hearts," Duo said, tossing down an eight of hearts.
"Kisama! I have no hearts, Maxwell!"
"Heh, tough luck, Wu-chan..."
"What're you playing?" Heero asked, his eyebrow raised, curiously.
"It's a game called 'Crazy Eights'... wanna play?" Duo offered, with a grin, Heero smiled.
"I'm busy trying to carry out my threat right now..." he replied.
"Ahh, that can wait... join in, Hee-chan... you guys don't mind if we start all over, do you?" Duo asked the other players. Quatre smiled and shook his head, and tossed his cards into the deck, Wufei shrugged and threw his cards down into the deck as well.
"Great... Hee-chan, sit here... it's a very simple game..." Duo said, as Heero sat next to him.
"Okay, the players get eight cards each... a red 2 mean the player next to you picks up two, a black 2 means the player next to you picks up four... Queen of spades is a player's worst enemy, since she can make you pick up eight cards... Jacks allow you to throw down another card after throwing the Jack down..." as Duo explained, he gave Trowa a pointed look.
Trowa blinked, then saw that Heero was too enthralled in Duo and his explanation to bother with him at the moment. He took a step back. Heero never moved. Another step back, Heero was still too busy giving his fullest of attention to the braided boy and the rules of the game. But Trowa was still nervous about that damn gun that sat next to Heero.
Then Quatre plucked the gun away from Heero when he wasn't looking, and hid it behind one of the curtains.
Sighing in relief, he nodded his thanks to Duo and Quatre, and dashed down the hall, to his room, and locked the door, then pushed a book shelf in front of it. With a shaky sigh, Trowa flopped on his bed, tiredly.
***
Finally, at 4:57am, the pilots decided sleep would be best. Heero won two games, Duo won four, Quatre won three, and Wufei won two. So Duo declared himself champion. Quatre quickly rushed Wufei to his room, before the Chinese pilot could threaten the American.
"WINNER! WHAT HE SAID WAS AN INJUSTICE! LET ME OUT!" Wufei shouted, through the door.
"Not until you go to sleep..!" Quatre called.
"Fine! I'll go to sleep! Now let me out... waitasecond..." Wufei paused, then started pounding on the door. "You're not funny, Winner!"
Quatre snickered, "Duo go to bed... Heero, you too..." he ordered.
With a sigh, Duo nodded, and went off to his room. "Okay, ma..." he teased the Arabian, who stuck his tongue out at him in response.
"Uhhh, oyasumi, Duo..." Heero said, with a small shy smile.
Duo grinned, "g' night, Hee-chan.... g' night, to you, too, Cat..." he said with a yawn.
"Good night, Duo..."
Then Duo was in his room. Heero smiled, then he blinked at the smile Quatre was giving him.
"What?"
"You're both just so cute, sometimes..." Quatre replied. Heero turned red, then walked to his room, rigidly, "Oyasumi, Quatre..." he said, stiffly. Then his door closed.
Quatre grinned. Then he sighed, Wufei wasn't going to let up anytime soon. Then with a devillish glint in his blue-green eyes, he grabbed the rope that held the heavy velvet curtains open, and tied one end of it Wufei's doorknob, then ran and tied the other end to the stair's banister.
"There... g' night Wufei..." Quatre called, cheerfully.
"KISAMA! WINNER! LET ME OUT! THERE IS JUSTICE TO BE HAD!"
"Wait until morning..." Quatre called, then he walked to his room, to get a few hours sleep.
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[1]very unlike Trowa... you know, when you dance from foot to foot, when you're panicking, not knowing what to do?
[2]kinda hard to describe... like those women on those old movies that slap men who hit on 'em, and they walk away... in that way .() told you, hard to describe.
[3] spelled Quat, or Cat, either way, that's how it's pronounced ^^()
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Relena's coming back next chapter... it is the next day in those terms, okey dokey? okey dokey... annnnnnd, that's about it... yep, hopefully this chapter wasn't too bad ^^
Warnings: shounen-ai, it's just 1+2 now... I think... yeah, no more 5+2, very OOC Trowa... same kinda language, just "hell"... uhhh, what else..? I think that's it, curse the evil slump that's slowing down the progress... onto the next chapter...
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Trowa narrowed his eyes, as he crept along the floor. He had to be extra careful now. Especially since Heero threatened him, earlier. He glanced down the hall, seeing no one.
So I held Duo's hand, tried to play footsie with him and smelled his braid... that's no reason to kill me, Trowa thought, as he peered down the long hallway. Great. Why did his room have to be way down there? And past Heero's room no less.
With a quick shake of his head, he started to walk stealthy down the hall. His feet barely making a sound. The silent pilot froze, hearing the clacking of keys on a keyboard. He was still awake!? Trowa then glanced at his watch. 1am. Okay, so it wasn't that late, but that was beside the point.
Then a door was being opened. Trowa, ever the calm collected type, panicked and dashed into the nearest room. Trowa sighed in relief, as he heard the person walking by. The sigh quickly diminished once he felt a blade being pressed against his throat.
"What the hell..!?"
"Trowa? What're you doing in here?" Wufei demanded.
"I'm in your room!?"
"Yes... now why?"
"Hell if I know..."
"You're hiding on Heero, aren't you?" Wufei asked, with a smirk. Trowa glared at him.
"So what if I am!?"
"Wuss..."
Trowa stared at him, incredulously. "You've been around Duo, too long..." he said, dryly.
Wufei rolled his eyes, "you're telling me... get out." he ordered as he lowered the blade, and opened his door, shoving Trowa out into the hallway.
"Hey!"
"Oyasumi, Trowa... sleep well, oh yeah... Heero says to tell you to sleep with one eye open," Wufei said, with a smirk. Trowa scowled, as the door was closed in his face.
Taking a breath, he went on his way, towards his room. He froze again, hearing the clacking of keys on a keyboard still. Wait. If Heero was in there? Then who walked by, earlier?
Whoever it was, he was coming back. Trowa started to panic again, unwittingly dancing back on forth[1], as he searched for a place to hide. Then he dashed behind a curtain. Unfortunately, Trowa's feet were kind of visible. Ah, who would notice? Hopefully, the Gundam pilot would have an off-day and not be totally aware of their surroundings.
Standing there, he heard a soft yawn. Trowa then felt like slapping himself. Heero was in his room, typing. Why was he hiding?! Glancing out, he saw it was just Duo! He jumped out, in front of the unsuspecting, braided boy.
"GIVE ME A HEARTATTACK WHY DON'T YOU!?!?"
Duo stared at him for a moment, his eyebrow raised, "huh?"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE!!!"
"Hee-chan?"
"YES!"
"Heh... you know if you're trying to avoid him, Tro.. you should lower your voice, just a bit..."
Releasing a growl, Trowa grabbed Duo's braid. "Don't patronize me," he hissed, Duo smirked.
"You know... I wondered what Heero would do to you, once he found you... shall we find out..?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow, then narrowed his eyes, "you don't have the guts..."
"Oh don't I? Hey, Hee... mmph!" Duo's mouth was abruptly covered by Trowa's hand.
"Okay, okay... you have the guts, shut up!" he hissed.
Duo snickered and pushed Trowa's hand away, "of course I do... oh, and by the way..."
"Huh?"
Duo slapped him lightly. "Masher..!" he said in a falsetto tone, then he strolled down the hallway, waggling his hips in a very over-exaggerated manner[2].
Trowa glared after him, "idiot..."
"Hey, Hee-chan!"
"Ack!" Trowa quickly leapt behind the curtain again, just as Heero opened his door.
"Hn?"
"What 'cha doin?" Duo asked, with a grin. Heero smiled back, faintly.
"Working..."
"That's it?"
"Hai..."
"Eh, just wondering... oyasumi."
"Oyasumi, Duo..."
Trowa sighed, hearing the door close, then he came out from his hiding place, "Duo, you idiot..." he grumbled.
"Trowa..."
Trowa blinked, and looked up, nervously. It was Duo's door that closed!
"Uh, hey... Heero... nice night huh?"
"Omae o korosu..!" Heero snarled, and lunged at Trowa.
"ACK!" Trowa spun on his heel, and raced down the hall, and down the stairs. Into the already darkened mansion.
***
Quatre sighed, and rolled onto his stomach. He was not hearing this! He wasn't! The sound of a gun firing, and Heero shouting at Trowa. Warily, the Arabian glanced at his clock, the digital numbers reading 1:33am.
BANG!
That was the fifth shot, already. Quatre quickly sat up, and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. It was gonna be a long night. As he opened the door, Quatre saw Duo, staring down the hall, his eyebrow raised, as he listened to what was happening.
CRASH!
"STAY STILL!"
"YOU GOTTA PAY FOR THAT, HEE-CHAN!"
"DAMARE! ONLY DUO CAN CALL ME THAT!"
"WHAT ABOUT RELENA!?"
"OBVIOUSLY NOT!"
Duo scratched the back of his head, "heh, hey Quatre..."
"Hey Duo... how many was that?" the blonde boy asked, referring to the crashes.
"I'd say that was about... the third... sounded like a ming vase..."
"The one in the den, I'm guessing..?
"Sounded like it..."
Quatre sighed. "Duo, you really should just give Heero your affection, then he wouldn't do this all the time..."
"Hey, I did, already... and there he is, still threatening to kill Trowa... well, I really don't think Hee-chan'll kill him, maybe just hurt him... but not kill him... you know..? idle threat kinda thing..."
CRASH!
"Whoops..." Trowa mumbled.
"Good luck paying for that one..." Heero said, snidely.
"Well, maybe if you weren't chasing me..!"
"Maybe if you never humiliated me in front of Duo!"
"Maybe if you..."
"SHADDUP, ALREADY!"
BANG!
"HEY! YOU NEARLY HIT ME THAT TIME!"
"STAY STILL, THEN!"
Quatre and Duo both glanced at each other, then snickered and shook their heads, in disbelief. Those two were just weird, sometimes.
***
Wufei grimaced, listening to all the noise those weaklings were making. With a fierce growl, Wufei took up his katana, and stalked out of his room. He blinked, seeing Quatre and Duo both sitting in the hallway, playing cards.
"What're you doing..?" the Chinese pilot asked, slowly.
"We're the cavalry... we'll jump in when it starts to sound serious..." Duo answered.
THWUMP!
"what the hell..!?" Heero snapped.
"What?! Not all of us carry a gun, ya know..?!" Trowa spat.
BANG!
"HEY! QUIT SHOOTING AT ME, ALREADY!"
"Trowa, put the cushion back..." Heero ordered.
"Hell no!"
"Sounds somewhat serious to me..." Wufei commented.
"Nah... they're still just playing, by the recent standards..." Duo told him. Wufei raised an eyebrow, then nodded. Point taken.
"TROWA! PUT THE CUSHION BACK!" Quatre shouted down, towards them.
"HE'LL SHOOT ME IF I MOVE!"
"You shoulda thought about that before you threw it!" Quatre retorted.
"Yeah!" Heero chimed in.
Duo snickered, as he threw down an 8 of clubs, "I win..."
Quatre blinked, "hey no fair... I was playing referee, here."
"Yadda yadda yadda... wanna play, Wu?"
"Sure... not like I can get any sleep now, anyways..." Wufei said, shrugging, and sat down. "What're you playing...?"
"Strip Poker..."
"WHAAT!?" Quatre and Wufei yelped, in unison. Duo burst out laughing at the Chinese boy's yelp.
"Kisama! I refuse to play such a humiliating game! Unlike you, Maxwell, I have my dignity!" Wufei snapped.
Quatre slapped his hand over Wufei's mouth, "shhhhh! If Heero hears you, he'll go after you, too!" he hissed. Wufei sighed, and went quiet.
"And Duo, we're not playing Strip Poker..." Quatre went on, firmly, as he gave Duo a stern look.
Duo grinned, "I was kidding... Crazy Eights again?"
"Yeah, that'll do..."
Wufei nodded, in agreement.
***
"Will you just come out already?!"
"No..!"
"It only hurts for a second, really... I've been shot, it doesn't hurt..!"
"You're a terrible liar, Heero..!" Trowa spat.
"Duo! Did I look hurt when you shot me?" Heero called upstairs.
"Just a little..." Duo called back.
"See!?"
"Obviously you guys are in cahoots... I'm not coming out!"
"Trowa! Come out! That chair can only protect you for so long!"
With a sigh, Trowa poked his head, peering over the chair.
BANG!
With a small yelp, Trowa ducked back down, hastily. "Heero, you idiot! You nearly hit me, again!"
"Sorry, come out, and lemme try again..."
"Hardy har har..." Trowa muttered. Then he glanced at the stairs. If he could get to the others, things would be fine. Then Trowa started to wonder. Why weren't they doing anything now?
***
"Alright... hearts," Quatre said, throwing down an 8 of spades.
"Kisama! Winner! How the hell do you and Maxwell get all the eights, all the time!?" Wufei demanded.
"Sheer luck, Wu-chan... it's your go..." Duo said, with a grin.
Forgetting his annoyance in his lack of eights, Wufei smirked and threw down a jack of hearts, the queen of hearts, then the queen of spades.
"HEY! That's just low, Wu!!" Duo whined. Wufei snickered.
"Sorry Maxwell... but you won the last three games, already... now pick 'em up."
Sighing, Duo picked up eight cards, and threw down a king of spades then shrugged, "all I got for now... go Cat..."[3]
"WILL ONE OF YOU HELP ME OUT HERE!?!" Trowa shouted.
BANG!
"Heero, be nice..." Quatre called, as he arranged his cards by their suit.
"Gee, thanks Quatre..." Trowa called, sarcastically.
BANG!
"Damnit, Heero! How many clips do you have!?!?" Trowa snapped.
"Only two more left... you should come out now, before I run out..." Heero replied in monotone.
"Gee, okay..." Trowa said, sarcastically. "GUYS!!!"
"Just come up here, Tro... we'll protect you, then..." Duo called, cheerfully, as he threw down a 2 of spades and a 2 of diamonds. "Pick up six, Cat!"
Quatre shrugged and picked, merely seeing it as a chance to get an eight. He brightened, seeing he did get one.
"YOU GUYS!!!"
"JUST GET UP HERE, TROWA!" Wufei shouted.
***
Trowa rolled his eyes, they made it sound so easy. Trowa took a breath, and peered up, then pointed upwards, "LOOK! NAKED DUO!"
Heero blinked, and glanced back, seeing nothing. Then he turned back to where Trowa was. He was gone. Heero frowned, seeing the taller pilot make a run for the stairs.
"TROWA! THAT WAS JUST LOW!" Heero snarled, and ran after him.
"Not my fault!" Trowa snapped, then once he reached the others, he hid behind Duo and Wufei. The three other pilots continued their game, unfazed by the showdown between Heero and Trowa.
"Guys... some help would be nice, right about now..." Trowa hissed.
"You can always check into a hotel..." Wufei said, dryly, as he threw down a three of clubs.
"What!?"
"That does sound logical..." Quatre agreed. "Your go, Duo..."
"Hmmm, don't need this..." Duo said, to no one in particular, as he threw down a seven of clubs.
"I'm not checking into a hotel!"
"Then let me shoot you, and we can all go to sleep!" Heero snapped.
"Yuy's gotta point, Barton... just let him shoot you... some of us want some sleep..." Wufei pointed out, as he threw down a nine of clubs. "One of you change it already... I know you can!"
"ARE YOU ALL INSANE!? YOU'RE SAYING YOU WANT ME TO GET SHOT! YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?!"
"Trowa, please... don't shout..." Quatre said, sighing.
"Alright, I'll change it... I'm running out of clubs, anyways... let's make it... hearts," Duo said, tossing down an eight of hearts.
"Kisama! I have no hearts, Maxwell!"
"Heh, tough luck, Wu-chan..."
"What're you playing?" Heero asked, his eyebrow raised, curiously.
"It's a game called 'Crazy Eights'... wanna play?" Duo offered, with a grin, Heero smiled.
"I'm busy trying to carry out my threat right now..." he replied.
"Ahh, that can wait... join in, Hee-chan... you guys don't mind if we start all over, do you?" Duo asked the other players. Quatre smiled and shook his head, and tossed his cards into the deck, Wufei shrugged and threw his cards down into the deck as well.
"Great... Hee-chan, sit here... it's a very simple game..." Duo said, as Heero sat next to him.
"Okay, the players get eight cards each... a red 2 mean the player next to you picks up two, a black 2 means the player next to you picks up four... Queen of spades is a player's worst enemy, since she can make you pick up eight cards... Jacks allow you to throw down another card after throwing the Jack down..." as Duo explained, he gave Trowa a pointed look.
Trowa blinked, then saw that Heero was too enthralled in Duo and his explanation to bother with him at the moment. He took a step back. Heero never moved. Another step back, Heero was still too busy giving his fullest of attention to the braided boy and the rules of the game. But Trowa was still nervous about that damn gun that sat next to Heero.
Then Quatre plucked the gun away from Heero when he wasn't looking, and hid it behind one of the curtains.
Sighing in relief, he nodded his thanks to Duo and Quatre, and dashed down the hall, to his room, and locked the door, then pushed a book shelf in front of it. With a shaky sigh, Trowa flopped on his bed, tiredly.
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Finally, at 4:57am, the pilots decided sleep would be best. Heero won two games, Duo won four, Quatre won three, and Wufei won two. So Duo declared himself champion. Quatre quickly rushed Wufei to his room, before the Chinese pilot could threaten the American.
"WINNER! WHAT HE SAID WAS AN INJUSTICE! LET ME OUT!" Wufei shouted, through the door.
"Not until you go to sleep..!" Quatre called.
"Fine! I'll go to sleep! Now let me out... waitasecond..." Wufei paused, then started pounding on the door. "You're not funny, Winner!"
Quatre snickered, "Duo go to bed... Heero, you too..." he ordered.
With a sigh, Duo nodded, and went off to his room. "Okay, ma..." he teased the Arabian, who stuck his tongue out at him in response.
"Uhhh, oyasumi, Duo..." Heero said, with a small shy smile.
Duo grinned, "g' night, Hee-chan.... g' night, to you, too, Cat..." he said with a yawn.
"Good night, Duo..."
Then Duo was in his room. Heero smiled, then he blinked at the smile Quatre was giving him.
"What?"
"You're both just so cute, sometimes..." Quatre replied. Heero turned red, then walked to his room, rigidly, "Oyasumi, Quatre..." he said, stiffly. Then his door closed.
Quatre grinned. Then he sighed, Wufei wasn't going to let up anytime soon. Then with a devillish glint in his blue-green eyes, he grabbed the rope that held the heavy velvet curtains open, and tied one end of it Wufei's doorknob, then ran and tied the other end to the stair's banister.
"There... g' night Wufei..." Quatre called, cheerfully.
"KISAMA! WINNER! LET ME OUT! THERE IS JUSTICE TO BE HAD!"
"Wait until morning..." Quatre called, then he walked to his room, to get a few hours sleep.
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[1]very unlike Trowa... you know, when you dance from foot to foot, when you're panicking, not knowing what to do?
[2]kinda hard to describe... like those women on those old movies that slap men who hit on 'em, and they walk away... in that way .() told you, hard to describe.
[3] spelled Quat, or Cat, either way, that's how it's pronounced ^^()
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Relena's coming back next chapter... it is the next day in those terms, okey dokey? okey dokey... annnnnnd, that's about it... yep, hopefully this chapter wasn't too bad ^^