Mission :: Hiccups
By Axisor & Silver Dragonfly
:: Part II ::
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The initial shock and hysteria soon wore off the pilots as the reality of the fact that the hiccups weren't stopping and actually became more violent—violent enough to cause Heero to drop a glass of water he was sipping. The pilots became worried.
"I heard of a case once where the guy didn't get over his hiccups for 7 years!" Duo 'whispered' to the other pilots.
"We cannot allow him to have those things for that long... Imagine how that will destroy a stealth mission," the ever concerned Wufei said as he sharpened his katana.
"We have to help him," Quatre said earnestly and went to search for a sure- cure in his medical book section of the mansion's library.
"I know a cure..." Duo said with a mischievous grin. "We just have to scare 'em away."
Trowa arched the one visible eyebrow, but didn't move from his position against the wall.
Heero, who had chosen to ignore the other four and try to keep some shred of dignity, was renewing his search for cures on his laptop; he sat as silently as he could at his desk.
Duo wore a grin like the Cheshire cat as he 'slinked' across the floor out of Heero's sight, moving up behind him ever so cautiously. Silently, he pulled a scary, hairy mask out of nowhere and pulled it on over his face. Stealthily, he crouched low to the ground and held that stance until another hiccup escaped Heero's lips.
That was the cue.
Duo sprang up off the ground did a graceless flip over Heero and landed with his feet just on either side of the laptop and yelled:
"GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Faster then most people could even blink there was a bang as a gun was fired, and the bang covered the accompanying hiccup. There was a sudden ping and yelp as Duo fell backwards off the desk, scary hairy mask and all. A sudden thud signified the bullet finding home in the wall. Silence reigned as no one moved… until another 'hiccup' broke the silence. Heero grunted, the gun vanshing back to where ever it is that he kept it and went back to work on his laptop. "Duo no baka."
"Geeze Heero, that all the thanks I get for trying to help you?"
"Hnn."
"Help maybe, and kill the rest of us," came the slightly irritated voice of Trowa. Duo slowly raised his mask, peered from around the desk and then snickered. Not only had the bullet ricocheted off his mask, it had taken a couple inches off Trowa's bangs. The light brown 'spike's barely concealed the silent one's eye.
"I think... that's a good look for you," the muffled voice of Duo came as he tried to hold his laughter back with his hand.
"What's going on up here?" Quatre panted, having just dashed from the complete opposite side of the building carrying several books, one of which weighed about twenty pounds. "I heard a gun… TROWA! You're bangs!"
"Yeah… I noticed," the acrobatic pilot said as he gently picked up the fragments as if they were injured friends. "Should have been Duo's braid…" he muttered to the pieces.
"Yuy's hiccups are more of a plague than we thought," Wufei said to the lost Quatre. "They threw off his aim when he went to shoot Duo when Duo attempted to scare the hiccups away with that silly mask and yell."
Quatre just stared at the dumb Deathscythe pilot. "You… thought… you could scare Heero with an assault?"
"Well…" he shrugged, "it works with Hilde."
"No... you have to try something more... psychological... Let me try." Quatre said and left the room to go get something.
Heero glared at the rooms other occupants…He'd never get any work done with these three in here. With that he packed up his laptop and went off to find a quieter place to work, despite the hiccups, casting a death glare at the others who were still in HIS room as he left.
About an hour later, Quatre found Heero sitting on the roof of the garage. "Heero... I just got a forward from my lawyer that I think you should read." He held out a piece of paper, clutching it tightly so it wouldn't blow away.
Heero glanced over but accepted the piece of paper scanned it…and for an instant froze. :: Nah.. As if they could take away Zero Jr. :: He silently mused and handed the paper back to Quatre nonchalantly. Then turned to continue work on his laptop... only interrupted by the occasional hiccup.
A very confused and shaken Quatre climbed off the roof. :: How did that not work? :: He re-read the letter he had managed to doctor that clearly stated Heero's gun license had been revoked and that he was to deliver the weapon into the hands of the authorities immediately. :: Surely it should have had some reaction... Well, back to the books for a cure.::
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It was only about 15 minutes later that found Heero off the roof and entering the kitchen. After a very strong hiccup had nearly caused him to loose his laptop off the roof, he'd decided to try another cure, or a variation of. Thus it was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water that Trowa found the hiccupping perfect soldier.
He pulled down a glass and silently tread to the refrigerator where he filled his glass with milk and a dash of chocolate syrup. It was his way of celebrating the fact he was able to use his hair gel as an epoxy and re- attach his bang shards to the rest of his hair, restoring his normal long- haired, one-eyed look.
He leaned against the doorframe sipping his milk and observed Heero. The semi-suicidal pilot was attempting to hold his breathe and drink water at the same time. If Trowa was actually prone to really having emotions he probably would have laughed as Heero choked as he tried to keep his hiccups from 'hurling' water all over the counter.
Heero glared at the glass, and considered giving it a second try, but was stopped by the voice of his fellow pilot.
"Have you tried eating a spoonful of sugar?"
Heero grunted, glanced at the half full glass, then moved to another cupboard and pulled out a container of sugar. No sooner had he taken it off the shelf and set it on the counter then there was a thunder of footsteps as a blur followed by a brown braid flew into the room.
"Did somebody say Sugar!?!?"
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That's it for part two!! Once again, if you'd like more, please send me any hiccup cure you know of!! No matter how bizarre. ^.^ Reviews are Welcome!!!!
ginkagerou@hotmail.com - Silver Dragonfly
By Axisor & Silver Dragonfly
:: Part II ::
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The initial shock and hysteria soon wore off the pilots as the reality of the fact that the hiccups weren't stopping and actually became more violent—violent enough to cause Heero to drop a glass of water he was sipping. The pilots became worried.
"I heard of a case once where the guy didn't get over his hiccups for 7 years!" Duo 'whispered' to the other pilots.
"We cannot allow him to have those things for that long... Imagine how that will destroy a stealth mission," the ever concerned Wufei said as he sharpened his katana.
"We have to help him," Quatre said earnestly and went to search for a sure- cure in his medical book section of the mansion's library.
"I know a cure..." Duo said with a mischievous grin. "We just have to scare 'em away."
Trowa arched the one visible eyebrow, but didn't move from his position against the wall.
Heero, who had chosen to ignore the other four and try to keep some shred of dignity, was renewing his search for cures on his laptop; he sat as silently as he could at his desk.
Duo wore a grin like the Cheshire cat as he 'slinked' across the floor out of Heero's sight, moving up behind him ever so cautiously. Silently, he pulled a scary, hairy mask out of nowhere and pulled it on over his face. Stealthily, he crouched low to the ground and held that stance until another hiccup escaped Heero's lips.
That was the cue.
Duo sprang up off the ground did a graceless flip over Heero and landed with his feet just on either side of the laptop and yelled:
"GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Faster then most people could even blink there was a bang as a gun was fired, and the bang covered the accompanying hiccup. There was a sudden ping and yelp as Duo fell backwards off the desk, scary hairy mask and all. A sudden thud signified the bullet finding home in the wall. Silence reigned as no one moved… until another 'hiccup' broke the silence. Heero grunted, the gun vanshing back to where ever it is that he kept it and went back to work on his laptop. "Duo no baka."
"Geeze Heero, that all the thanks I get for trying to help you?"
"Hnn."
"Help maybe, and kill the rest of us," came the slightly irritated voice of Trowa. Duo slowly raised his mask, peered from around the desk and then snickered. Not only had the bullet ricocheted off his mask, it had taken a couple inches off Trowa's bangs. The light brown 'spike's barely concealed the silent one's eye.
"I think... that's a good look for you," the muffled voice of Duo came as he tried to hold his laughter back with his hand.
"What's going on up here?" Quatre panted, having just dashed from the complete opposite side of the building carrying several books, one of which weighed about twenty pounds. "I heard a gun… TROWA! You're bangs!"
"Yeah… I noticed," the acrobatic pilot said as he gently picked up the fragments as if they were injured friends. "Should have been Duo's braid…" he muttered to the pieces.
"Yuy's hiccups are more of a plague than we thought," Wufei said to the lost Quatre. "They threw off his aim when he went to shoot Duo when Duo attempted to scare the hiccups away with that silly mask and yell."
Quatre just stared at the dumb Deathscythe pilot. "You… thought… you could scare Heero with an assault?"
"Well…" he shrugged, "it works with Hilde."
"No... you have to try something more... psychological... Let me try." Quatre said and left the room to go get something.
Heero glared at the rooms other occupants…He'd never get any work done with these three in here. With that he packed up his laptop and went off to find a quieter place to work, despite the hiccups, casting a death glare at the others who were still in HIS room as he left.
About an hour later, Quatre found Heero sitting on the roof of the garage. "Heero... I just got a forward from my lawyer that I think you should read." He held out a piece of paper, clutching it tightly so it wouldn't blow away.
Heero glanced over but accepted the piece of paper scanned it…and for an instant froze. :: Nah.. As if they could take away Zero Jr. :: He silently mused and handed the paper back to Quatre nonchalantly. Then turned to continue work on his laptop... only interrupted by the occasional hiccup.
A very confused and shaken Quatre climbed off the roof. :: How did that not work? :: He re-read the letter he had managed to doctor that clearly stated Heero's gun license had been revoked and that he was to deliver the weapon into the hands of the authorities immediately. :: Surely it should have had some reaction... Well, back to the books for a cure.::
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It was only about 15 minutes later that found Heero off the roof and entering the kitchen. After a very strong hiccup had nearly caused him to loose his laptop off the roof, he'd decided to try another cure, or a variation of. Thus it was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water that Trowa found the hiccupping perfect soldier.
He pulled down a glass and silently tread to the refrigerator where he filled his glass with milk and a dash of chocolate syrup. It was his way of celebrating the fact he was able to use his hair gel as an epoxy and re- attach his bang shards to the rest of his hair, restoring his normal long- haired, one-eyed look.
He leaned against the doorframe sipping his milk and observed Heero. The semi-suicidal pilot was attempting to hold his breathe and drink water at the same time. If Trowa was actually prone to really having emotions he probably would have laughed as Heero choked as he tried to keep his hiccups from 'hurling' water all over the counter.
Heero glared at the glass, and considered giving it a second try, but was stopped by the voice of his fellow pilot.
"Have you tried eating a spoonful of sugar?"
Heero grunted, glanced at the half full glass, then moved to another cupboard and pulled out a container of sugar. No sooner had he taken it off the shelf and set it on the counter then there was a thunder of footsteps as a blur followed by a brown braid flew into the room.
"Did somebody say Sugar!?!?"
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That's it for part two!! Once again, if you'd like more, please send me any hiccup cure you know of!! No matter how bizarre. ^.^ Reviews are Welcome!!!!
ginkagerou@hotmail.com - Silver Dragonfly