A pair of large violet eyes blinked open, shining unusually in the darkness. Their owner trembled slightly with the effort of containing his laughter. It was amazing what a dozen boxes of pocky could do to a guy.

            He clamped a hand over his mouth. If his victim discovered his presence too soon, it would be all over even before it had begun. And that would be bad.

            Duo's prey stirred slightly, throwing his blanket to the side. Duo snickered into his hand. This was going to be so good!

            "…Okay," he whispered, so quietly he could barely hear himself. "One… two…"

            The soon-to-be-victim rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. In the dim light from the moon, Duo could tell his mouth was hanging open and he was drooling. Good thing the camera had a flash…!!

            "…Three!" Duo jumped out of his hiding spot and took a picture.

            "Wh -- !?" Trowa sat right up, looking around wildly. Duo cracked up.

            "Hahaha! That was so perfect!" he cried, clutching his sides and trying to remain on his feet.

            "What was that!?" Trowa yelled.

            "It was a camera, stupid. What else?"

            "I mean – ugh!" He got up and stomped over to Duo, trying to snatch the camera away.

            "No!" Duo shoved it behind his back.

            "Give it to me, you braided moron!"

            "Uh-uh!"

            "Come back here – "

            "Nooo!!"

            "Duo, y – oww!!" Trowa cried, clapping a face to his forehead. In the darkness he had failed to realize that he was running straight into a bureau.

            "Hahaha!" Duo screamed with laughter and took another picture. "This is great! You've got a lump on your head the size of Iowa!" He pressed a few buttons on the camera. "Hahaha! Look at this one, Clownie!"

            "Don't call me Clo – urrgh…" Trowa sighed as Duo held up the camera. On the digital camera's screen was an image of him sprawled on the bed, a string of drool stretching from his mouth to the pillow.

            "And this one!" Duo hit another button, and the next picture popped up.

            Trowa finally managed to get the camera from Duo, and he promptly smashed it. After making sure that it was no more than a pile of plastic and wires, he glanced at Duo to see the look of disappointment.

            But that incessant grin was still there. "It was a digital camera, Clownie," he said. "The images have already been sent to a computer. And I still have another camera!" He stuck his tongue out. "Nyah nyah!"

            "Why exactly are you taking pictures of me anyway?" Trowa asked. "Starting an album or something?"

            "Nope. I'm gonna show 'em to everybody." He grinned. "I've got the website all ready to go. All I need to do is post the images, and…"

            "You will not!"

            "Okay."

            "Just like that?"

            "Yup. But you've gotta do me a favor."

            Trowa was silent. "Oh, no… you've been eating chocolate."

            "Pockyyyyyy."

            "That means you're gonna make me do something idiotic."

            "Mwahaha."

            "And even when the chocolate high wears off, you're still going to hold me to it…"

            "Hehehe… yup."

            Trowa sighed. "Tell me what it is…"    

            Duo giggled and explained.

            "One down… three to go." Duo snacked on a seventeenth box of pocky as he walked down the hall from Trowa's room to his. He'd bought several crates of pocky a few days before, and had them "hidden" beneath a sheet in his room. And his spare digital cameras – he'd forgotten where he got them – were under his bed, tucked inside a pair of boots.

            "Hmm…" Tucking a few more boxes of pocky into his gun holsters and pockets, he got down onto his stomach and crawled under his bed.

            Heero walked by then. Duo's door was open, and he peered in. "Duo… what are you doing?"

            "I'm looking for something," came the muffled reply.

            "What could possibly require that you stick your ass in the air?"

            "Something under the bed, duh." Finally finding a boot among the dust, Duo stuck his hand inside it, but came up with nothing but a dirty sock. He tossed it aside and kept looking for the other boot.

            Heero raised an eyebrow at the sock that landed on his trademark sneakers. Kicking it slightly aside, he went on his way without a word.

            "Aha!" Duo cried, wriggling backwards, a bright red digital camera in his hands. He checked the batteries in it, then stuffed it in another of his pockets. After closing and locking his door, he opened his window and slipped outside, clinging to the wall of the building.

            Shimmying along to the next window, he lifted himself inside. But his hand slipped and he fell to the floor with a loud crash.

            He froze as his second victim tossed, waking slightly as a result of the noise. But he settled after a moment, and Duo crept forward. Reaching into one pocket, he drew out two sticks of pocky. With the other hand he turned on the camera. He would have to be fast with this one.

            On the other side of the building, the rest of the G-boys were awakened by a scream of one word: "INJUSTICE!!!"

            And on the screen of Duo's computer, a picture appeared of Wufei sleeping, two sticks of pocky sticking out of his mouth like walrus teeth.