*dies laughing as she reads reviews* A pregnant Wufei!!!!!!
Ahahahaha!! I love that!!!! And no Relena.*shudder* Her and her
little pink dildo-mobile can stay faaaaar away from my purty
bishies! Ooo...Wufei with Zechs...Interesting...Dorothy is just-
Gah. X.X
WVF: Here's a Deathscythe cookie from Duo, an Omae wo kuruso candy from Heero, a Sandrock sandwich from Quatre, an injustice Katana from Wufei or a free pass to the circus from Trowa!!
Shella the coolest reviewer-person ever: AI!!! I know what fic you're talking about!!!! That Gundam Wing Parody From Hell!!! Trieze and his little 'Dragon Boy'!!!! Ahahaha!! That would've been funny, seeing Wufei bring Trieze into Quatre's house...*falls over laughing* Be prepared to melt into a cute lil fangirl puddle, Shella.
But yes!! You've guessed the obvious...But wait until you read how it played out!!! *evil cackle* I am so cruel sometimes...
[Wufei: Why do you torture me this way?!? *sniffles cutely*
DVG: You plotted to kill me. So I'm getting revenge in this chapter by embarrassing the hell out of you.
Wufei: But Heero was too!!!
DVG: Oh don't worry, he'll be getting his comeuppance too...Just you wait my pretty...*Wicked Witch of the West cackle*
Wufei and Heero: *scared*]
Disclaimer: I STILL DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING!!! Damn.
Warning: My sick twisted sense of humor coming into play. You've been warned. Buwaha. And of course, the usual. Except no angst. Well, a -tiny- bit. But yeah...
***
At two the next afternoon, a one of the countless numbers of butlers came into the drawing room where three of the four ex- pilots were lounging, announcing the arrival of Wufei and his guest. Quatre stood up with a sprightly smile as the Chinese boy came in...with Sally Po at his side.
"WU-MAN!" Duo tackled him with the biggest grin imaginable on his face. "Hey Sally."
Wufei glanced bewilderedly over at Quatre and Trowa, both whom simply shrugged. "You're looking extremely happy."
If possible, his grin went wider. "If you only knew...Hold on a sec before you go breaking you're big news- I gotta go drag mine down here." Duo flitted off into the hallway without another word.
"What's with him?" Sally asked quizzically.
"What does he have to 'drag down here'?" Wufei added, still clearly confused. He had nearly forgotten how chaotic it was when Duo was in a good mood, something he hadn't been in for a while.
"You'll see." Trowa replied vaguely.
Soon there were the sounds of something -literally- being towed through the corridor outside the parlor.
"-C'mon now, I let you sleep in until Fei got here- so get your bony ass moving-" Duo's voice filtered into the room and he came walking in backwards, latched onto one of Heero's arms and pulling the Japanese boy along. He definitely appeared as if he had just been hauled out of bed, plainly still half-asleep and his usually unruly hair was a total mess, his lukewarm attempts at tidying it with his free hand futile. Heero was also only in a rumpled pair of faded blue jeans and it hadn't seemed to dawn upon him yet that he had left his green tank top on the plush carpet upstairs in his and Duo's room.
Sally and Wufei looked torn between amusement at the sight of the completely oblivious partially nude bishounen and being utterly flabbergasted at the highly unexpected reappearance of the formerly missing Heero.
"Now you see."
"Yes, that we -do-..." Sally smirked.
"Oops...Heero, you forgot to grab your shirt," Duo said, not sounding the least apologetic.
"N-nani?!" He went red and quickly hurried out.
"Well- umm- that was certainly interesting..." Wufei blinked. "It explains why you're so cheerful today Duo. Not complaining though. How long has Yuy been back?"
"About two days," he answered distractedly, watching the doorway.
"Really?"
"Yeah. L1," Duo replied to Wufei's next question without him having to say it.
"I thought you had already searched there," Sally noted.
"I did. Never thought to go searching in a seedy street-side bar though. It happened entirely on accident..."
There was a profound silence at the new little piece of information Duo allowed out, but before he could continue, the person being discussed returned, fully clothed this time.
"So what's this surprise of yours Wufei?" Heero asked warily as all the eyes went to him.
Sally cleared her throat exaggeratedly, drawing the attention to them. "We're engaged." She smiled slyly.
"It was an injustice." Wufei grumbled and earned himself a punch in the arm.
"You don't seem to be trying too hard to get out of it." Sally responded amusedly.
"I- still! It was a totally absurd!" he retorted.
"Well, to be truthful, he -was- drunk."
"You spiked my drink, onna! I know you did!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about Wufei. Spike your drink, honestly..." Her virtuous smile fooled none of them, there was a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. "Everyone in the shop got quite an eyeful. We were at a party playing poker and he got right up on the table in the middle of the game and proposed."
Duo was hovering dangerously close to bursting out laughing at the comical confrontation. So was Trowa, but he at least tried harder to hide the fact by disguising it with a short cough.
"You spiked my drink!" Wufei sputtered indignantly. "I was not in my right mind then!"
"It was really sweet...In a morbid kind of way of course..." Sally went on, choosing to ignore him. "Even if he was inebriated..."
Wufei gave up trying to salvage some dignity. It was open territory now. "At least -I- wasn't the one who fainted afterwards."
"I may have went first, but you followed right behind me! See that cute little scar there-" Sally indicated a faint mark above his temple. "-Fell dead off the table and landed on his thick skull. And he still gets picked on for it, don't you Agent Drunken Dragon?"
Duo was laughing uncontrollably by then, slumped against Heero to keep from dropping to the floor. Trowa and Quatre were still managing to stay neutral, though barely.
"Er- Congratulations?" Quatre offered tentatively, quite frankly baffled.
Wufei opened his mouth to reply scathingly, but Sally leaned over and purred something in his ear and he snapped it shut, instantly turning a brilliant shade of crimson. That did it for Trowa, who let out a loud snort and started chuckling.
"Ahaha- Well- Whew-" Duo wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes and breathing deeply. "- Congratulations! She's got you whipped big time, Wu-man. I'm impressed, Sally. How'd you crack Mr. Justice and Morality?"
He glared at the snickering braided ex-pilot, but it was nowhere near alarming with a face that looked like a sheltered Catholic schoolboy's after just seeing a porno magazine for the first time. Sally smiled mischievously. "All I have to do is threaten not to- "
"ONNA! Don't. You. Dare..."
Wufei would have made a tomato proud with the extent of redness his blush had achieved.
***
Dinner that night was certainly an entertaining affair. It's said that the more people seemed to hate each other, the more in love they actually were, and if that were true, then Sally and Wufei were the happiest couple in the world.
He had taken her near revelation of his weakness as a personal blow to his pride and the two were constantly throwing out little tidbits of interesting, that the others -really- didn't need to hear, things about each other. If there was a book called '101 Things You Can Do With Whipped Cream, Chocolate, and Strawberries When Not Consuming Them In A Normal Fashion', those two were the authors. Which made Wufei's weakness blatantly obvious, if only Duo had known how right he was in saying he was whipped (take that how you want you hentai). Quatre kept a mental note to not let the two near the kitchens and to tell the staff not to accept bribes for those, and certain other items, to be attainable for the Asian couple. Just for the pure fun of watching them suffer withdrawal.
Yes, folks, he really truly is deliciously evil behind all that sugary sweetness and those gorgeous aquamarine eyes. Not that a particular unibanged boy protested though.
Duo and Heero were trying their hardest to not picture the images Wufei and Sally were painting in their minds, well, at least -Heero- was anyway, Duo was replacing the other two with himself and his newly found koibito instead in the risqué images.
"So, Duo, how are you doing with the Sweepers?" Quatre asked, taking the opportunity of Sally jumping into Wufei's lap and clamping her hands over his mouth to keep him from revealing something that involved her and gratuitous uses of a new suggestive object yet unsaid because of her silencing him, changing the subject.
Snapped out of his yaoi-filled reverie, Duo blinked for a second. "Oh- great. I hope they get those ships fixed before I go back, or I'll be the one stuck with filling out all the paperwork," he mock grimaced.
"I could help with that if you have to," Heero said casually.
Duo glanced at him hopefully.
"Are you joining them then?" Trowa asked delicately, they all were wishing for the affirmative, it would at least be harder to 'disappear' again if he did.
"Hn."
Unseen by the other four though, Heero had taken Duo's hand under the table into his and squeezed it reassuringly.
***
WVF: Here's a Deathscythe cookie from Duo, an Omae wo kuruso candy from Heero, a Sandrock sandwich from Quatre, an injustice Katana from Wufei or a free pass to the circus from Trowa!!
Shella the coolest reviewer-person ever: AI!!! I know what fic you're talking about!!!! That Gundam Wing Parody From Hell!!! Trieze and his little 'Dragon Boy'!!!! Ahahaha!! That would've been funny, seeing Wufei bring Trieze into Quatre's house...*falls over laughing* Be prepared to melt into a cute lil fangirl puddle, Shella.
But yes!! You've guessed the obvious...But wait until you read how it played out!!! *evil cackle* I am so cruel sometimes...
[Wufei: Why do you torture me this way?!? *sniffles cutely*
DVG: You plotted to kill me. So I'm getting revenge in this chapter by embarrassing the hell out of you.
Wufei: But Heero was too!!!
DVG: Oh don't worry, he'll be getting his comeuppance too...Just you wait my pretty...*Wicked Witch of the West cackle*
Wufei and Heero: *scared*]
Disclaimer: I STILL DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING!!! Damn.
Warning: My sick twisted sense of humor coming into play. You've been warned. Buwaha. And of course, the usual. Except no angst. Well, a -tiny- bit. But yeah...
***
At two the next afternoon, a one of the countless numbers of butlers came into the drawing room where three of the four ex- pilots were lounging, announcing the arrival of Wufei and his guest. Quatre stood up with a sprightly smile as the Chinese boy came in...with Sally Po at his side.
"WU-MAN!" Duo tackled him with the biggest grin imaginable on his face. "Hey Sally."
Wufei glanced bewilderedly over at Quatre and Trowa, both whom simply shrugged. "You're looking extremely happy."
If possible, his grin went wider. "If you only knew...Hold on a sec before you go breaking you're big news- I gotta go drag mine down here." Duo flitted off into the hallway without another word.
"What's with him?" Sally asked quizzically.
"What does he have to 'drag down here'?" Wufei added, still clearly confused. He had nearly forgotten how chaotic it was when Duo was in a good mood, something he hadn't been in for a while.
"You'll see." Trowa replied vaguely.
Soon there were the sounds of something -literally- being towed through the corridor outside the parlor.
"-C'mon now, I let you sleep in until Fei got here- so get your bony ass moving-" Duo's voice filtered into the room and he came walking in backwards, latched onto one of Heero's arms and pulling the Japanese boy along. He definitely appeared as if he had just been hauled out of bed, plainly still half-asleep and his usually unruly hair was a total mess, his lukewarm attempts at tidying it with his free hand futile. Heero was also only in a rumpled pair of faded blue jeans and it hadn't seemed to dawn upon him yet that he had left his green tank top on the plush carpet upstairs in his and Duo's room.
Sally and Wufei looked torn between amusement at the sight of the completely oblivious partially nude bishounen and being utterly flabbergasted at the highly unexpected reappearance of the formerly missing Heero.
"Now you see."
"Yes, that we -do-..." Sally smirked.
"Oops...Heero, you forgot to grab your shirt," Duo said, not sounding the least apologetic.
"N-nani?!" He went red and quickly hurried out.
"Well- umm- that was certainly interesting..." Wufei blinked. "It explains why you're so cheerful today Duo. Not complaining though. How long has Yuy been back?"
"About two days," he answered distractedly, watching the doorway.
"Really?"
"Yeah. L1," Duo replied to Wufei's next question without him having to say it.
"I thought you had already searched there," Sally noted.
"I did. Never thought to go searching in a seedy street-side bar though. It happened entirely on accident..."
There was a profound silence at the new little piece of information Duo allowed out, but before he could continue, the person being discussed returned, fully clothed this time.
"So what's this surprise of yours Wufei?" Heero asked warily as all the eyes went to him.
Sally cleared her throat exaggeratedly, drawing the attention to them. "We're engaged." She smiled slyly.
"It was an injustice." Wufei grumbled and earned himself a punch in the arm.
"You don't seem to be trying too hard to get out of it." Sally responded amusedly.
"I- still! It was a totally absurd!" he retorted.
"Well, to be truthful, he -was- drunk."
"You spiked my drink, onna! I know you did!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about Wufei. Spike your drink, honestly..." Her virtuous smile fooled none of them, there was a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. "Everyone in the shop got quite an eyeful. We were at a party playing poker and he got right up on the table in the middle of the game and proposed."
Duo was hovering dangerously close to bursting out laughing at the comical confrontation. So was Trowa, but he at least tried harder to hide the fact by disguising it with a short cough.
"You spiked my drink!" Wufei sputtered indignantly. "I was not in my right mind then!"
"It was really sweet...In a morbid kind of way of course..." Sally went on, choosing to ignore him. "Even if he was inebriated..."
Wufei gave up trying to salvage some dignity. It was open territory now. "At least -I- wasn't the one who fainted afterwards."
"I may have went first, but you followed right behind me! See that cute little scar there-" Sally indicated a faint mark above his temple. "-Fell dead off the table and landed on his thick skull. And he still gets picked on for it, don't you Agent Drunken Dragon?"
Duo was laughing uncontrollably by then, slumped against Heero to keep from dropping to the floor. Trowa and Quatre were still managing to stay neutral, though barely.
"Er- Congratulations?" Quatre offered tentatively, quite frankly baffled.
Wufei opened his mouth to reply scathingly, but Sally leaned over and purred something in his ear and he snapped it shut, instantly turning a brilliant shade of crimson. That did it for Trowa, who let out a loud snort and started chuckling.
"Ahaha- Well- Whew-" Duo wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes and breathing deeply. "- Congratulations! She's got you whipped big time, Wu-man. I'm impressed, Sally. How'd you crack Mr. Justice and Morality?"
He glared at the snickering braided ex-pilot, but it was nowhere near alarming with a face that looked like a sheltered Catholic schoolboy's after just seeing a porno magazine for the first time. Sally smiled mischievously. "All I have to do is threaten not to- "
"ONNA! Don't. You. Dare..."
Wufei would have made a tomato proud with the extent of redness his blush had achieved.
***
Dinner that night was certainly an entertaining affair. It's said that the more people seemed to hate each other, the more in love they actually were, and if that were true, then Sally and Wufei were the happiest couple in the world.
He had taken her near revelation of his weakness as a personal blow to his pride and the two were constantly throwing out little tidbits of interesting, that the others -really- didn't need to hear, things about each other. If there was a book called '101 Things You Can Do With Whipped Cream, Chocolate, and Strawberries When Not Consuming Them In A Normal Fashion', those two were the authors. Which made Wufei's weakness blatantly obvious, if only Duo had known how right he was in saying he was whipped (take that how you want you hentai). Quatre kept a mental note to not let the two near the kitchens and to tell the staff not to accept bribes for those, and certain other items, to be attainable for the Asian couple. Just for the pure fun of watching them suffer withdrawal.
Yes, folks, he really truly is deliciously evil behind all that sugary sweetness and those gorgeous aquamarine eyes. Not that a particular unibanged boy protested though.
Duo and Heero were trying their hardest to not picture the images Wufei and Sally were painting in their minds, well, at least -Heero- was anyway, Duo was replacing the other two with himself and his newly found koibito instead in the risqué images.
"So, Duo, how are you doing with the Sweepers?" Quatre asked, taking the opportunity of Sally jumping into Wufei's lap and clamping her hands over his mouth to keep him from revealing something that involved her and gratuitous uses of a new suggestive object yet unsaid because of her silencing him, changing the subject.
Snapped out of his yaoi-filled reverie, Duo blinked for a second. "Oh- great. I hope they get those ships fixed before I go back, or I'll be the one stuck with filling out all the paperwork," he mock grimaced.
"I could help with that if you have to," Heero said casually.
Duo glanced at him hopefully.
"Are you joining them then?" Trowa asked delicately, they all were wishing for the affirmative, it would at least be harder to 'disappear' again if he did.
"Hn."
Unseen by the other four though, Heero had taken Duo's hand under the table into his and squeezed it reassuringly.
***