Mission :: Hiccups
By Axisor & Silver Dragonfly
:: Part IV ::
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Recap ::
"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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BOOM!... BOOOOOM!... BOOMBOOMBOOM! Bubububuubu—CRAAAASH!!!!!!!
The plastic peanut butter jars fell to the ground and rolled away from Wufei to impact a toolbox and topple it over. A midst the spread of wrenches, hammers, files, drill bits, screw drivers and lord knows what else, four pilots stood in front of a Gundam Shenlong that was all decked out in bright, reflective, neon pink flowers, hearts, and smiley faces.
"The 'god' of death... will die!" Wufei's clenched teeth managed to not take away an ounce of annunciation. Wufei quickly snatched the spoons from Quatre, snapped up the extra smooth peanut butter, and headed over to where Duo happily munched on sugar completely unaware of the type of danger he was in.
There was a war cry, several thuds, and then a triumphant 'ha ha,' signifying that the Dragon had caught his prey. Wufei grinned with evil malice as he proceeded to open the peanut butter jar and with a began to apply a lavish coating of peanut butter the to 3ft chestnut braid.
Heero, relieved that Zero hadn't been the target, calmly went back to the kitchen and attempting to cure his hiccups, this time the trial being drinking from the 'far' side of the glass. At first attempt it appeared that it might actually work, and then the hiccup struck causing Heero to drop the plastic glass which spilled its contents all over the counter. Surprisingly Heero remained dry.
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Quatre and Trowa poured through the hiccup book while Wufei remained in the hanger to supervise Duo's "voluntary" and "selfless sacrifice" of cleaning of Shenlong before cleaning his own hair.
Trowa found a chapter entitled "Head-standing Cures" and practically begged Quatre, in that emotionless way of his, to allow them to try Heero at them...er... try to defeat Heero's hiccups with them.
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Heero looked up from his trusty laptop, FRED, as Quatre approached him with the cure-all hiccup book in hand. Heero glared. The idea of trying more of these ridiculous 'cures' not very appealing. However, the glare was negated by a trio of hiccups that chose to disrupt it.
"H*hiccup*nn*hiccup*nn."
"See—that's exactly why we need to get rid of those," Quatre laughed, frustrating Heero further. "How will you ward off everyone if you can't even glare properly? Now come on, Heero, and cooperate. I'm really not asking you to do a lot—just stand on you're head, drink water, eat some applesauce, then sip some soda, laugh (though we're not getting our hopes up on that one) eat a banana, have a glass of lemonade, and ingest a spoonful of sugar while holding your breath. See—that's not much at all."
While Heero didn't verbally reply, he retired his death glare (seeing how it hasn't worked since he acquired this annoying ailment) and hints of an "Oh, sure... yeah right" look and went back to his hiccup program, only to discover that—while not calculated as one combination—the combined rating of all those cures was a 7, so it must be worth attempting at least. Heero silently shut down FRED, stood up, and unwillfully submitted himself into the care of Dr. Quatre and his assistant, Nurse Trowa.
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In the hanger, Duo was grateful he opted to go with the water-soluble florescent paint from Crayola. All clean up required him to do was stand on the platform and hose off the machine.... That is, until he discover that all the hoses in the mansion linked together not only didn't reach all the way up on the platform but also his water pressure drastically was reduced by the little spraying streams of water that the duct tape didn't quite contain in its effort in covering the holes.
Duo was forced to scramble all over the Gundam, washing it with a rag, bucket, and some mild dishwasher soap. He muttered about dishpan hands to the dispassionate Wufei who just ignored the prankster. China-man would occasionally look up from where he sat on the platform sharpening his katana and criticize Duo when he "missed a spot" or when Duo was getting peanut butter on Nataku, but that was all the attention the attention- loving pilot got.
Eventually, Duo believed he was finished cleaning; Wufei corrected him by pointing out the pink tinge the green and white Gundam had acquired. In frustration, Duo went back to the hose and wrapped all the leaky portions of the hoses entirely in two coats of duct tape. Then he kinked the hose to build up enough built up enough pressure to reach most of the way up Shenlong's body.
Soon the "clever" pilot, thoroughly frustrated with his sticky hair coating, would turn and release the hose with his braid always managing to fly in front of the beginning stream of water pressure to blast a bit of the peanut butter away; basically, Duo turned the hose on himself.
Following this feat of creative hair washing, the usually overly jubilant pilot had enough of Wufei's complaints over the rinse job; Duo's attention was shifted from the chest area of Gundam Shenlong to the chest area of Gundam Shelong's pilot.
"MAXWELL!!!!!!!"
Needless to say… the chase was on… again.
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Heero glared at Trowa who stood on his hands across from him. Both had been upside down for over ten minutes… however it was the fourth try. Just when it had seemed that Heero's hiccups had vanished they would strike with a vengeance knocking Heero over and causing several choking fits in the process as it happened right after or during one of the added food or drink cures.
Quatre appeared in Heero's line of vision a large spoonful of applesauce.
"Here you go Heero."
Heero mentally grumbled but opened wide to accept the spoon full of applesauce, Trowa's one emerald eye twinkling in mirth at the challenge that was at hand. That challenge being which pilot would, in the end, be able to stand on their head the longest.
No sooner had Quatre stood back up after giving Heero the applesauce then there was a shout and flurry of footsteps thundering from the direction of the hanger. The thunder grew closer, paused only as a sudden crash sounded. Immediately after there was only the sound of one running. The kitchen door flew open as one Duo Maxwell burst in glancing over his shoulder and thus did not see the 'upside' down Trowa and crashed into him, sending the silent pilot rolling across the floor.
Yet this only slowed Duo as his focus came to the rooms current occupants, and their positions. With a feral grin he moved towards Heero who simply glared at him. However, like his earlier glares, this was one was rendered useless, not by the hiccups, but by the rosy red Heero's face had turned to the rush of blood to his head.
"Gee He-man, I've always wanted to find out if you were ticklish…"
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That's it for part four!! 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
*** FRED is the name of my own laptop(as well as a few friends), and has a special 'meaning' to it. That meaning being F(F-word) R(ridiculous) E(electronic) D(device)
Hey—thanx all for all you're help and please, keep the reviews and suggestions coming
Axisor
:þ
By Axisor & Silver Dragonfly
:: Part IV ::
-------------------
Recap ::
"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.
----
BOOM!... BOOOOOM!... BOOMBOOMBOOM! Bubububuubu—CRAAAASH!!!!!!!
The plastic peanut butter jars fell to the ground and rolled away from Wufei to impact a toolbox and topple it over. A midst the spread of wrenches, hammers, files, drill bits, screw drivers and lord knows what else, four pilots stood in front of a Gundam Shenlong that was all decked out in bright, reflective, neon pink flowers, hearts, and smiley faces.
"The 'god' of death... will die!" Wufei's clenched teeth managed to not take away an ounce of annunciation. Wufei quickly snatched the spoons from Quatre, snapped up the extra smooth peanut butter, and headed over to where Duo happily munched on sugar completely unaware of the type of danger he was in.
There was a war cry, several thuds, and then a triumphant 'ha ha,' signifying that the Dragon had caught his prey. Wufei grinned with evil malice as he proceeded to open the peanut butter jar and with a began to apply a lavish coating of peanut butter the to 3ft chestnut braid.
Heero, relieved that Zero hadn't been the target, calmly went back to the kitchen and attempting to cure his hiccups, this time the trial being drinking from the 'far' side of the glass. At first attempt it appeared that it might actually work, and then the hiccup struck causing Heero to drop the plastic glass which spilled its contents all over the counter. Surprisingly Heero remained dry.
-----
Quatre and Trowa poured through the hiccup book while Wufei remained in the hanger to supervise Duo's "voluntary" and "selfless sacrifice" of cleaning of Shenlong before cleaning his own hair.
Trowa found a chapter entitled "Head-standing Cures" and practically begged Quatre, in that emotionless way of his, to allow them to try Heero at them...er... try to defeat Heero's hiccups with them.
-----
Heero looked up from his trusty laptop, FRED, as Quatre approached him with the cure-all hiccup book in hand. Heero glared. The idea of trying more of these ridiculous 'cures' not very appealing. However, the glare was negated by a trio of hiccups that chose to disrupt it.
"H*hiccup*nn*hiccup*nn."
"See—that's exactly why we need to get rid of those," Quatre laughed, frustrating Heero further. "How will you ward off everyone if you can't even glare properly? Now come on, Heero, and cooperate. I'm really not asking you to do a lot—just stand on you're head, drink water, eat some applesauce, then sip some soda, laugh (though we're not getting our hopes up on that one) eat a banana, have a glass of lemonade, and ingest a spoonful of sugar while holding your breath. See—that's not much at all."
While Heero didn't verbally reply, he retired his death glare (seeing how it hasn't worked since he acquired this annoying ailment) and hints of an "Oh, sure... yeah right" look and went back to his hiccup program, only to discover that—while not calculated as one combination—the combined rating of all those cures was a 7, so it must be worth attempting at least. Heero silently shut down FRED, stood up, and unwillfully submitted himself into the care of Dr. Quatre and his assistant, Nurse Trowa.
-----
In the hanger, Duo was grateful he opted to go with the water-soluble florescent paint from Crayola. All clean up required him to do was stand on the platform and hose off the machine.... That is, until he discover that all the hoses in the mansion linked together not only didn't reach all the way up on the platform but also his water pressure drastically was reduced by the little spraying streams of water that the duct tape didn't quite contain in its effort in covering the holes.
Duo was forced to scramble all over the Gundam, washing it with a rag, bucket, and some mild dishwasher soap. He muttered about dishpan hands to the dispassionate Wufei who just ignored the prankster. China-man would occasionally look up from where he sat on the platform sharpening his katana and criticize Duo when he "missed a spot" or when Duo was getting peanut butter on Nataku, but that was all the attention the attention- loving pilot got.
Eventually, Duo believed he was finished cleaning; Wufei corrected him by pointing out the pink tinge the green and white Gundam had acquired. In frustration, Duo went back to the hose and wrapped all the leaky portions of the hoses entirely in two coats of duct tape. Then he kinked the hose to build up enough built up enough pressure to reach most of the way up Shenlong's body.
Soon the "clever" pilot, thoroughly frustrated with his sticky hair coating, would turn and release the hose with his braid always managing to fly in front of the beginning stream of water pressure to blast a bit of the peanut butter away; basically, Duo turned the hose on himself.
Following this feat of creative hair washing, the usually overly jubilant pilot had enough of Wufei's complaints over the rinse job; Duo's attention was shifted from the chest area of Gundam Shenlong to the chest area of Gundam Shelong's pilot.
"MAXWELL!!!!!!!"
Needless to say… the chase was on… again.
---
Heero glared at Trowa who stood on his hands across from him. Both had been upside down for over ten minutes… however it was the fourth try. Just when it had seemed that Heero's hiccups had vanished they would strike with a vengeance knocking Heero over and causing several choking fits in the process as it happened right after or during one of the added food or drink cures.
Quatre appeared in Heero's line of vision a large spoonful of applesauce.
"Here you go Heero."
Heero mentally grumbled but opened wide to accept the spoon full of applesauce, Trowa's one emerald eye twinkling in mirth at the challenge that was at hand. That challenge being which pilot would, in the end, be able to stand on their head the longest.
No sooner had Quatre stood back up after giving Heero the applesauce then there was a shout and flurry of footsteps thundering from the direction of the hanger. The thunder grew closer, paused only as a sudden crash sounded. Immediately after there was only the sound of one running. The kitchen door flew open as one Duo Maxwell burst in glancing over his shoulder and thus did not see the 'upside' down Trowa and crashed into him, sending the silent pilot rolling across the floor.
Yet this only slowed Duo as his focus came to the rooms current occupants, and their positions. With a feral grin he moved towards Heero who simply glared at him. However, like his earlier glares, this was one was rendered useless, not by the hiccups, but by the rosy red Heero's face had turned to the rush of blood to his head.
"Gee He-man, I've always wanted to find out if you were ticklish…"
__________________________________________________________
That's it for part four!! 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
*** FRED is the name of my own laptop(as well as a few friends), and has a special 'meaning' to it. That meaning being F(F-word) R(ridiculous) E(electronic) D(device)
Hey—thanx all for all you're help and please, keep the reviews and suggestions coming
Axisor
:þ