1 Mission :: Hiccups
By Axisor & Silver Dragonfly
:: Part III ::
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Recap ::
"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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"Hnn," was the only response the braided pilot of Deathscythe received as Heero proceeded to take out a spoon and dish himself up a spoonful of sugar. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the hiccups only caused him to refill the spoon twice, after that the dish vanished along with a the self proclaimed 'Shinigami.'
"Aspirin?" Trowa offered holding out the bottle knowing full well the consequences of Duo and sugar combined.
Heero made no reply, but just took the bottle, removed two extra-strength pills and washed them down with the rest of the hiccup water. After another hiccup, he turned and stated, "I guess we should warn the others."
"Yup."
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Duo's eyes gleamed as he had the five massive suits that stood proudly in the hanger.
:: This is going to be fun..:: He thought as he then picked his target, the cans of neon paint swinging lightly in his hand.
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The 'others' were in the living room. Wufei was meditating on the problem. Quatre was looking through the books he removed from the library. The one he currently had his Arabian nose buried in was the twenty-pounder entitled "Hiccup Cure-For-All." It promised to contain all the cures that have ever helped anyone with hiccups and been medically documented. If the solution was to be found, it would be in there... he hoped.
"Here's one Heero. It says to 'hiccup' into a paper bag. Then quickly close the bag. The hiccups are supposedly trapped inside."
"Hnn."
"Where are the paper bags?" Wufei asked lightly, eager to help end this hiccup curse. Everyone looked at Quatre for an answer... and the Arabian looked like a camel trapped in headlights.
"I don't know..." He swallowed hard. "I'm not sure if we keep something that conventional in this house... or any of them for that matter."
The four pilots each took a floor. The bag search had begun.
Two hours and much searching later when a small paper bag had been found, the four pilots regrouped in the kitchen. Heero glared at them as they watched expectantly.
"Don't you three have something better to do?" He growled out.
The immediate response was Wufei taking out his katana to sharpen, Trowa began tossing knives at a target, and Quatre went about replacing the sugar dish.
Once the three were no longer watching him, Heero took a deep breath and moved to release it into the bag, only to have a hiccup stop him half way there. Casting a glare at the other three once more in case they were watching, he waited a moment before continuing. He expelled a deep breath into the bag, giving an affirmative nod as a hiccup interrupted it and was 'caught' in the bag, which he quickly sealed. Now he just had to see if it worked.
Just to make sure the hiccup didn't escape, Heero pulled out his trusty duct tape and proceeded to tape up the end. Once that was done, he placed the bag on the kitchen table and proceeded to watch it.
So far, Trowa's score was 5 for 5—all bull's eyes. Looked like he needed to change the target again... maybe he could talk Quatre into getting one with racing lights... though the last time he tried that Quatre argued Trowa would slice the wires on the first throw...
The door the board was mounted on suddenly flew open as Duo burst in. The hyper, happy pilot gave the door another shove as he saw the magical crystalline substance Quatre was currently dealing in. That last jarring knocked the target off the door and sent it flying towards the pantry. Trowa's bangs perked up and his visible eye lit as he grew excited over this moving target.
The board arced in the air as the knife was released, and in Trowa's infinite experience, this was one of the few moments he forgot to make sure there were no other object his knife could pierce on its way to the target. This mistake ruined the last two hours of work. The knife popped the bag and just as the "BANG!" dissipated in the air, a "HICcup!" echoed throughout the mansion.
Heero growled as he moved towards the now nervous looking pilot of Heavyarms. Trowa racked his brains quickly for anything that might distract the Wing Zero pilot. "Um... Heero—Catherine used to eat peanut butter every time she got hiccups right before a knife throwing show... maybe you should try that."
Quatre grabbed a spoon and Wufei was at the pantry in a jiffy asking, "Smooth, extra smooth, crunchy, mildly crunchy, or extra crunchy... HEY! Who ate my super extra crunchy peanut butter?"
All eyes turned to focus on Duo, however their attention was drawn elsewhere as Wufei and Quatre both spotted the bright paint stain on his black jeans.
"Duo… what were you doing with paint…" Quatre asked very slowly, not sure he really wanted to know the damage that had been caused.
"Just a little touch up work in the hanger"
The focus quickly shifted from the hiccup problem to the unavoidable damage that would be found in the hanger. Faster then one could say Gundam Pilots the four raced out of the room leaving the pilot and culprit to continue his hunt for more sugar.
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Oh—hey all... thanx for all the reviews and suggestions—please keep 'em coming! All greatly appreciated. And a FYI—I got my beta's back today for RK:Junior Retreat so that'll be up soon (chapter 1 at least)
ginkagerou@hotmail.com ----Silver Dragonfly
axisor02@hotmail.com ----Axisor
By Axisor & Silver Dragonfly
:: Part III ::
-------------------
Recap ::
"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!?!?"
---
"Hnn," was the only response the braided pilot of Deathscythe received as Heero proceeded to take out a spoon and dish himself up a spoonful of sugar. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the hiccups only caused him to refill the spoon twice, after that the dish vanished along with a the self proclaimed 'Shinigami.'
"Aspirin?" Trowa offered holding out the bottle knowing full well the consequences of Duo and sugar combined.
Heero made no reply, but just took the bottle, removed two extra-strength pills and washed them down with the rest of the hiccup water. After another hiccup, he turned and stated, "I guess we should warn the others."
"Yup."
---
Duo's eyes gleamed as he had the five massive suits that stood proudly in the hanger.
:: This is going to be fun..:: He thought as he then picked his target, the cans of neon paint swinging lightly in his hand.
---
The 'others' were in the living room. Wufei was meditating on the problem. Quatre was looking through the books he removed from the library. The one he currently had his Arabian nose buried in was the twenty-pounder entitled "Hiccup Cure-For-All." It promised to contain all the cures that have ever helped anyone with hiccups and been medically documented. If the solution was to be found, it would be in there... he hoped.
"Here's one Heero. It says to 'hiccup' into a paper bag. Then quickly close the bag. The hiccups are supposedly trapped inside."
"Hnn."
"Where are the paper bags?" Wufei asked lightly, eager to help end this hiccup curse. Everyone looked at Quatre for an answer... and the Arabian looked like a camel trapped in headlights.
"I don't know..." He swallowed hard. "I'm not sure if we keep something that conventional in this house... or any of them for that matter."
The four pilots each took a floor. The bag search had begun.
Two hours and much searching later when a small paper bag had been found, the four pilots regrouped in the kitchen. Heero glared at them as they watched expectantly.
"Don't you three have something better to do?" He growled out.
The immediate response was Wufei taking out his katana to sharpen, Trowa began tossing knives at a target, and Quatre went about replacing the sugar dish.
Once the three were no longer watching him, Heero took a deep breath and moved to release it into the bag, only to have a hiccup stop him half way there. Casting a glare at the other three once more in case they were watching, he waited a moment before continuing. He expelled a deep breath into the bag, giving an affirmative nod as a hiccup interrupted it and was 'caught' in the bag, which he quickly sealed. Now he just had to see if it worked.
Just to make sure the hiccup didn't escape, Heero pulled out his trusty duct tape and proceeded to tape up the end. Once that was done, he placed the bag on the kitchen table and proceeded to watch it.
So far, Trowa's score was 5 for 5—all bull's eyes. Looked like he needed to change the target again... maybe he could talk Quatre into getting one with racing lights... though the last time he tried that Quatre argued Trowa would slice the wires on the first throw...
The door the board was mounted on suddenly flew open as Duo burst in. The hyper, happy pilot gave the door another shove as he saw the magical crystalline substance Quatre was currently dealing in. That last jarring knocked the target off the door and sent it flying towards the pantry. Trowa's bangs perked up and his visible eye lit as he grew excited over this moving target.
The board arced in the air as the knife was released, and in Trowa's infinite experience, this was one of the few moments he forgot to make sure there were no other object his knife could pierce on its way to the target. This mistake ruined the last two hours of work. The knife popped the bag and just as the "BANG!" dissipated in the air, a "HICcup!" echoed throughout the mansion.
Heero growled as he moved towards the now nervous looking pilot of Heavyarms. Trowa racked his brains quickly for anything that might distract the Wing Zero pilot. "Um... Heero—Catherine used to eat peanut butter every time she got hiccups right before a knife throwing show... maybe you should try that."
Quatre grabbed a spoon and Wufei was at the pantry in a jiffy asking, "Smooth, extra smooth, crunchy, mildly crunchy, or extra crunchy... HEY! Who ate my super extra crunchy peanut butter?"
All eyes turned to focus on Duo, however their attention was drawn elsewhere as Wufei and Quatre both spotted the bright paint stain on his black jeans.
"Duo… what were you doing with paint…" Quatre asked very slowly, not sure he really wanted to know the damage that had been caused.
"Just a little touch up work in the hanger"
The focus quickly shifted from the hiccup problem to the unavoidable damage that would be found in the hanger. Faster then one could say Gundam Pilots the four raced out of the room leaving the pilot and culprit to continue his hunt for more sugar.
------
Oh—hey all... thanx for all the reviews and suggestions—please keep 'em coming! All greatly appreciated. And a FYI—I got my beta's back today for RK:Junior Retreat so that'll be up soon (chapter 1 at least)
ginkagerou@hotmail.com ----Silver Dragonfly
axisor02@hotmail.com ----Axisor