Dark Ice ~ Heyhi! I'm back, with a chapter just a bit longer and probably not better than before. Crap.
Quatre ~ No cussin' allowed!
Dark Ice ~ Well, sorry Q-man, but it's a permanent habit. And besides, I've got a lot more t' "cuss" about, even though I probably shouldn't be complaining about it: two friggin' English essays - one on A Midsummer Night's Dream, the other on The Thirty-Nine Steps - an English grammar test (curse grammar!), a stupid Civics assignment, several bloody Religion projects/assignments, a crummy History essay, a damn History test, an up-coming 5-day school band tour at Montreal and Ottawa next week... ohhh yeah! I just remembered something that I forgot!
Duo ~ What?
Dark Ice ~ Now I remember why I decided to finally update my story! I'm gonna be gone for a bit, so I won't be able to work on this fic at all, not that I already took a really long time to post this up (did that sentence make any sense?) So yeah...at least I haven't reached my two month max promise, eh?
G-boys ~ - o - z z Z
Dark Ice ~ Great...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Curious George. Just my own invented characters that were never in the original GW series. And this orange. (holds up an orange) (little bro runs by and snatches it out of her hands) Okay...don't have that anymore...
So don't sue me!
Dark Ice ~ One last thing: thanks to all those who've reviewed my story so far. *chuckles* Actually, at first I was kinda worried that on one would read this, but it turns out people have! So, thank you.
Now here's chapter two!
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Chapter 2: Mwahaheeheeheeheeheehee!!!
Heero flopped back down onto his pillow with a sigh. Now he wouldn't be able to get a decent night's sleep, as he had hoped, with those two bakas up and about.
"Heero?"
He rolled over to face Trowa's general direction. "Yeah?"
Trowa had a confused look on his face. "Uh, could you tell me what happened just now? I'm afraid that I'm a bit...lost..."
Heero rubbed his brow. "I'm not exactly sure that I know what happened myself. From what I can recall, Wufei woke up due to that 'nightmare' of his, woke Duo up when he tried to leave the room, then had some sort of emotional breakdown when he tried to explain everything to us, and went off to the kitchen, with Duo following him."
"Are you sure? I mean, things just happened so quickly, and there was also that huge catastrophe that's -" Trowa nodded his head toward the mess, "- still here."
"Yeah, I'm sure now that's what happened."
"All right then." Suddenly, Trowa felt the weight that was Quatre leaning on him being shifted. He quickly looked over and saw the blonde Arabian slide off his shoulder and backwards onto the bed. He peered at the boy's face and noticed that he was paler than was normal. He placed a cool hand on his forehead and felt for a temperature.
He withdrew his hand quickly. "Quatre's got a pretty bad fever. Do we have anything that could help bring it down?"
Heero stifled a yawn. "Don't think so. Try a cold compress first. Maybe that would help."
Trowa got up and tucked Quatre into Duo's bed. I'm sure Duo won't mind, he reassured himself. As he made for the bathroom to prepare a cold compress, he looked back worriedly at the ill boy for just a moment, then continued with his self-appointed task.
~*~*~ (over to Wufei and Duo) ~*~*~
As the two boys reached the bottom of the stairs, Wufei stuck out his hand to flip the light switch to "on". Unfortunately, he miscalculated and cracked his knuckles against the wall. "Ow!"
Rubbing his injured digits with his other hand, he tried again to turn on the lights and succeeded. But then he found that Duo was looking at him...strangely.
"What?"
Duo pointed at Wufei's hand. "Hey, are you okay? I heard something that sounded like a whole bunch o' walnuts gettin' crunched with a sledgehammer."
Wufei stopped rubbing his hand and let both of them drop to his sides. "Yeah, I'm fine." He turned around and headed for the kitchen, muttering darkly about stupid walls being where they shouldn't be.
Duo shrugged and caught up with Wufei. "Hey Wufei, I gotta question for ya."
"Shoot."
"Now you don't have to answer this if you're not comfortable with the topic, or if you think that I'm prying, or if you think that I'm gonna make fun of you, which of course, I would never - "
"Just ASK already!"
Duo took a deep breath and blurted out, "Wufei, why are you so freaked out when it comes to broccoli?" Then, he ran into the kitchen, switching on the lights as he ran, flew around to the side of the kitchen table opposite to Wufei, and hid behind a chair. "Eeep! Please don't hurt me! It was just a question! Y'know, out of curiosity and all, right? 'Cause, everyone knows I'm just like 'Curious George', right?"
Unexpectedly, Wufei sighed and flopped down into one of the kitchen chairs. Duo peeked up from his hiding spot and slowly made his way to sit in the chair he was hiding behind. He jumped when Wufei began to speak.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Umm...if I say yes, will you hurt me?"
"No."
"Well then! Sure, I want to hear it!"
"You've got to promise not to laugh."
Duo crossed his fingers behind his back. "Of course, I would never do that!"
Wufei sighed again. "Well, it all started on the day I was celebrating my fifth birthday..."
~*~*~ (memory sequence - back 10 years ago) ~*~*~
*Ding dong*
Wufei ran towards the door. "I'll get it!" Five-year-old Wufei stretched up to reach the door handle, but he couldn't quite make it. "Mama! I can't weach da door!" called Wufei, in his little kid voice.
"All right, all right. Calm down, now," said Wufei's mother. She bent down and straightened out his Oriental-style jacket. "You must look proper and clean, because your relatives are here for your birthday."
"O-kay." Wufei beamed up at his mother as she too smoothed out her simple blue kay-po, with its stiff, mid-neck collar. Then, she opened the door.
Wufei was immediately knocked down. "HAPPY BIRFDAY WUFFIE!!!"
"Wai-ming, get off of him right this minute!" screeched Wufei's aunt. "It is not proper for a young lady to tackle other people when expressing their happiness for them."
" 'S okay, Aunty, really," gasped Wufei. "I'm fine." He felt the weight on his chest being lifted off.
"But Maamaa..." Wai-ming whined as her father set her standing. " 'S no fun just standing on doorway and bowing and saying 'Happy Birfday'. 'S so boring."
Wufei stood up and checked himself over. No damage was done to him or his spotless clothes, so why did he feel like crying? I won't cry, thought Wufei fiercely.
His mother, aunt and uncle all looked at one another. Then, his uncle started, as if he had just remembered something. "Wufei."
Wufei looked up at his uncle. "Yes, Uncle?"
His uncle held out two small, red envelopes. "Here you are. It's your lucky birthday money from your aunt and I."
Wufei bowed to his aunt and uncle as he received the envelopes. "Tank yew Uncle. Tank yew Aunty."
Wai-ming shook her head, her udangas and pigtails flying around her. "Come on, Wuffie! You said over the vid-phone that you were gonna show me dat new move you just learned from sensei, remember?" she said impatiently, tapping one slippered foot on the gleaming hardwood floor. She was dressed in a similar outfit as Wufei's, with the Chinese-style jacket and matching pants and black slippers, except that his outfit had a navy blue top and white pants, and hers had a softer, pastel blue top and white pants.
Wufei looked up at her from his presents. "Huh? Uhhh...oh yeah!" He turned to his mother. "Mama? Can we go outside to da cortyawd?"
"Certainly, dear. Just make sure that you keep your clothes nice and clean."
Wai-ming was already running towards the center of the mansion. "Tanks, Auntie!" Wufei bowed again to the grown-ups and followed Wai-ming to the courtyard.
Wufei took his time as he slowly walked to the sliding doors that led to the fragrant garden. He pondered a bit over his unusually hyperactive cousin. Maybe it was because she was still only four-years-old, but she seemed incredibly wild, more so than some of her friends that he had met. Wufei sighed. He supposed that he should help his aunt and uncle tame her restless spirit.
"WUFFIE!!"
His head snapped up at the voice calling him. He almost fell backwards when he saw Wai-ming right in front of his nose. "Ahhh!! Don't scaew me like dat!"
"Heeheehee!! Gotcha!! Mwahaheeheehee!!! Catch me if y'can!!"
Wufei stretched out to grab her arm, but his fingers met thin air. "Hey, wait! I taught you said that you wanted to see my new martial arts moves."
Wai-ming skidded to a halt. "Yeah, I do." She crossed her little arms and frowned as if in deep thought. "But I wants t'play tag, too."
Wufei joined her in the deep thought session. "Hmmm...dat is a probwem..."
Suddenly, Wufei's father strode through the sliding doors. "Wufei! Wai-ming! Come over here, this instant!"
The two kiddies scurried to him. They kept their heads bowed, and dared not to look up at the formidable figure before them. Both of them knew that he was really nasty when he got angry. "What are the two of you doing out here?! You should be inside, in order for the evening meal to properly begin!"
"But Mama said dat we could - "
"Your mother said what, Wufei? She is an onna. She is weak! Remember that, Wufei. You too, Wai-ming. Always remember the onna's place." Wufei's father turned back to the house. "Now hurry up and get inside."
Wai-ming nudged Wufei with an elbow. "Wow-whee, Wuffie. Unky's crankier than usual, today, huh?" Wufei nodded in reply. "Maybe," continued Wai-ming, "he should take a nap. 'Cause if he gets too cranky, Grandma's gonna hafta smack him. " At this suggestion, Wufei giggled. His father, being punished like a little kid? It was kinda funny.
Inside, everyone, including both extended families and the servants were waiting in the massive dining room. Several round tables had been set up and all the family members were already seated, with servants waiting behind them. Silence fell in the room. All eyes were on Wufei and Wai-ming as they made their way to their designated seats at the same table, across from one another. Suddenly, everyone smiled. It was time to EAT!
Wufei was busily eating some of the rice from his bowl, when he heard Wai-ming calling him. "Hey, Wuffie!"
He looked up and saw a Wai-ming waving one of chopsticks around, to which a huge piece of stir-fried broccoli was stuck. He chuckled a bit, lest he laugh too hard and spray his rice.
Then with a mighty fling, Wai-ming shot the piece of broccoli at Wufei. At the same time, Wufei had his head tilted back slightly from laughing. Without warning, Wufei felt a really large and uncomfortable something plugging up one of his nostrils. He looked down his face and saw something that looked like a miniature green tree sticking out of his nose.
"MAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
~*~*~ (back to Wufei and Duo) ~*~*~
"AHHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp* *deep breath* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!"
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Heero ~ WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!!
Wufei ~ Hey I'm the one supposed to be asking that!!
Dark Ice ~ Waitwait! Let me explain!
Trowa ~ You had better... *growls*
Dark Ice ~ -__-U scarie! Well I wrote this over a course of over three weeks, so throughout that, I had these major mood swings, so I ended up making the story have sudden mood swings too. And when I realized I made Wufei kinda mood swingish, I just left it cuz I was too lazy to change it.
Duo ~ Riiiight...Moving along...
Dark Ice ~ Well, nut-ting more t'say here. So I'll just say this last ting: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! Wait, you've already read this, unless you're one of those people that enjoy scrolling up and down repetitively without reading whatsoever . So, uh, please review. Thanks!
Quatre ~ No cussin' allowed!
Dark Ice ~ Well, sorry Q-man, but it's a permanent habit. And besides, I've got a lot more t' "cuss" about, even though I probably shouldn't be complaining about it: two friggin' English essays - one on A Midsummer Night's Dream, the other on The Thirty-Nine Steps - an English grammar test (curse grammar!), a stupid Civics assignment, several bloody Religion projects/assignments, a crummy History essay, a damn History test, an up-coming 5-day school band tour at Montreal and Ottawa next week... ohhh yeah! I just remembered something that I forgot!
Duo ~ What?
Dark Ice ~ Now I remember why I decided to finally update my story! I'm gonna be gone for a bit, so I won't be able to work on this fic at all, not that I already took a really long time to post this up (did that sentence make any sense?) So yeah...at least I haven't reached my two month max promise, eh?
G-boys ~ - o - z z Z
Dark Ice ~ Great...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Curious George. Just my own invented characters that were never in the original GW series. And this orange. (holds up an orange) (little bro runs by and snatches it out of her hands) Okay...don't have that anymore...
So don't sue me!
Dark Ice ~ One last thing: thanks to all those who've reviewed my story so far. *chuckles* Actually, at first I was kinda worried that on one would read this, but it turns out people have! So, thank you.
Now here's chapter two!
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Chapter 2: Mwahaheeheeheeheeheehee!!!
Heero flopped back down onto his pillow with a sigh. Now he wouldn't be able to get a decent night's sleep, as he had hoped, with those two bakas up and about.
"Heero?"
He rolled over to face Trowa's general direction. "Yeah?"
Trowa had a confused look on his face. "Uh, could you tell me what happened just now? I'm afraid that I'm a bit...lost..."
Heero rubbed his brow. "I'm not exactly sure that I know what happened myself. From what I can recall, Wufei woke up due to that 'nightmare' of his, woke Duo up when he tried to leave the room, then had some sort of emotional breakdown when he tried to explain everything to us, and went off to the kitchen, with Duo following him."
"Are you sure? I mean, things just happened so quickly, and there was also that huge catastrophe that's -" Trowa nodded his head toward the mess, "- still here."
"Yeah, I'm sure now that's what happened."
"All right then." Suddenly, Trowa felt the weight that was Quatre leaning on him being shifted. He quickly looked over and saw the blonde Arabian slide off his shoulder and backwards onto the bed. He peered at the boy's face and noticed that he was paler than was normal. He placed a cool hand on his forehead and felt for a temperature.
He withdrew his hand quickly. "Quatre's got a pretty bad fever. Do we have anything that could help bring it down?"
Heero stifled a yawn. "Don't think so. Try a cold compress first. Maybe that would help."
Trowa got up and tucked Quatre into Duo's bed. I'm sure Duo won't mind, he reassured himself. As he made for the bathroom to prepare a cold compress, he looked back worriedly at the ill boy for just a moment, then continued with his self-appointed task.
~*~*~ (over to Wufei and Duo) ~*~*~
As the two boys reached the bottom of the stairs, Wufei stuck out his hand to flip the light switch to "on". Unfortunately, he miscalculated and cracked his knuckles against the wall. "Ow!"
Rubbing his injured digits with his other hand, he tried again to turn on the lights and succeeded. But then he found that Duo was looking at him...strangely.
"What?"
Duo pointed at Wufei's hand. "Hey, are you okay? I heard something that sounded like a whole bunch o' walnuts gettin' crunched with a sledgehammer."
Wufei stopped rubbing his hand and let both of them drop to his sides. "Yeah, I'm fine." He turned around and headed for the kitchen, muttering darkly about stupid walls being where they shouldn't be.
Duo shrugged and caught up with Wufei. "Hey Wufei, I gotta question for ya."
"Shoot."
"Now you don't have to answer this if you're not comfortable with the topic, or if you think that I'm prying, or if you think that I'm gonna make fun of you, which of course, I would never - "
"Just ASK already!"
Duo took a deep breath and blurted out, "Wufei, why are you so freaked out when it comes to broccoli?" Then, he ran into the kitchen, switching on the lights as he ran, flew around to the side of the kitchen table opposite to Wufei, and hid behind a chair. "Eeep! Please don't hurt me! It was just a question! Y'know, out of curiosity and all, right? 'Cause, everyone knows I'm just like 'Curious George', right?"
Unexpectedly, Wufei sighed and flopped down into one of the kitchen chairs. Duo peeked up from his hiding spot and slowly made his way to sit in the chair he was hiding behind. He jumped when Wufei began to speak.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Umm...if I say yes, will you hurt me?"
"No."
"Well then! Sure, I want to hear it!"
"You've got to promise not to laugh."
Duo crossed his fingers behind his back. "Of course, I would never do that!"
Wufei sighed again. "Well, it all started on the day I was celebrating my fifth birthday..."
~*~*~ (memory sequence - back 10 years ago) ~*~*~
*Ding dong*
Wufei ran towards the door. "I'll get it!" Five-year-old Wufei stretched up to reach the door handle, but he couldn't quite make it. "Mama! I can't weach da door!" called Wufei, in his little kid voice.
"All right, all right. Calm down, now," said Wufei's mother. She bent down and straightened out his Oriental-style jacket. "You must look proper and clean, because your relatives are here for your birthday."
"O-kay." Wufei beamed up at his mother as she too smoothed out her simple blue kay-po, with its stiff, mid-neck collar. Then, she opened the door.
Wufei was immediately knocked down. "HAPPY BIRFDAY WUFFIE!!!"
"Wai-ming, get off of him right this minute!" screeched Wufei's aunt. "It is not proper for a young lady to tackle other people when expressing their happiness for them."
" 'S okay, Aunty, really," gasped Wufei. "I'm fine." He felt the weight on his chest being lifted off.
"But Maamaa..." Wai-ming whined as her father set her standing. " 'S no fun just standing on doorway and bowing and saying 'Happy Birfday'. 'S so boring."
Wufei stood up and checked himself over. No damage was done to him or his spotless clothes, so why did he feel like crying? I won't cry, thought Wufei fiercely.
His mother, aunt and uncle all looked at one another. Then, his uncle started, as if he had just remembered something. "Wufei."
Wufei looked up at his uncle. "Yes, Uncle?"
His uncle held out two small, red envelopes. "Here you are. It's your lucky birthday money from your aunt and I."
Wufei bowed to his aunt and uncle as he received the envelopes. "Tank yew Uncle. Tank yew Aunty."
Wai-ming shook her head, her udangas and pigtails flying around her. "Come on, Wuffie! You said over the vid-phone that you were gonna show me dat new move you just learned from sensei, remember?" she said impatiently, tapping one slippered foot on the gleaming hardwood floor. She was dressed in a similar outfit as Wufei's, with the Chinese-style jacket and matching pants and black slippers, except that his outfit had a navy blue top and white pants, and hers had a softer, pastel blue top and white pants.
Wufei looked up at her from his presents. "Huh? Uhhh...oh yeah!" He turned to his mother. "Mama? Can we go outside to da cortyawd?"
"Certainly, dear. Just make sure that you keep your clothes nice and clean."
Wai-ming was already running towards the center of the mansion. "Tanks, Auntie!" Wufei bowed again to the grown-ups and followed Wai-ming to the courtyard.
Wufei took his time as he slowly walked to the sliding doors that led to the fragrant garden. He pondered a bit over his unusually hyperactive cousin. Maybe it was because she was still only four-years-old, but she seemed incredibly wild, more so than some of her friends that he had met. Wufei sighed. He supposed that he should help his aunt and uncle tame her restless spirit.
"WUFFIE!!"
His head snapped up at the voice calling him. He almost fell backwards when he saw Wai-ming right in front of his nose. "Ahhh!! Don't scaew me like dat!"
"Heeheehee!! Gotcha!! Mwahaheeheehee!!! Catch me if y'can!!"
Wufei stretched out to grab her arm, but his fingers met thin air. "Hey, wait! I taught you said that you wanted to see my new martial arts moves."
Wai-ming skidded to a halt. "Yeah, I do." She crossed her little arms and frowned as if in deep thought. "But I wants t'play tag, too."
Wufei joined her in the deep thought session. "Hmmm...dat is a probwem..."
Suddenly, Wufei's father strode through the sliding doors. "Wufei! Wai-ming! Come over here, this instant!"
The two kiddies scurried to him. They kept their heads bowed, and dared not to look up at the formidable figure before them. Both of them knew that he was really nasty when he got angry. "What are the two of you doing out here?! You should be inside, in order for the evening meal to properly begin!"
"But Mama said dat we could - "
"Your mother said what, Wufei? She is an onna. She is weak! Remember that, Wufei. You too, Wai-ming. Always remember the onna's place." Wufei's father turned back to the house. "Now hurry up and get inside."
Wai-ming nudged Wufei with an elbow. "Wow-whee, Wuffie. Unky's crankier than usual, today, huh?" Wufei nodded in reply. "Maybe," continued Wai-ming, "he should take a nap. 'Cause if he gets too cranky, Grandma's gonna hafta smack him. " At this suggestion, Wufei giggled. His father, being punished like a little kid? It was kinda funny.
Inside, everyone, including both extended families and the servants were waiting in the massive dining room. Several round tables had been set up and all the family members were already seated, with servants waiting behind them. Silence fell in the room. All eyes were on Wufei and Wai-ming as they made their way to their designated seats at the same table, across from one another. Suddenly, everyone smiled. It was time to EAT!
Wufei was busily eating some of the rice from his bowl, when he heard Wai-ming calling him. "Hey, Wuffie!"
He looked up and saw a Wai-ming waving one of chopsticks around, to which a huge piece of stir-fried broccoli was stuck. He chuckled a bit, lest he laugh too hard and spray his rice.
Then with a mighty fling, Wai-ming shot the piece of broccoli at Wufei. At the same time, Wufei had his head tilted back slightly from laughing. Without warning, Wufei felt a really large and uncomfortable something plugging up one of his nostrils. He looked down his face and saw something that looked like a miniature green tree sticking out of his nose.
"MAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
~*~*~ (back to Wufei and Duo) ~*~*~
"AHHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp* *deep breath* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!"
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Heero ~ WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!!
Wufei ~ Hey I'm the one supposed to be asking that!!
Dark Ice ~ Waitwait! Let me explain!
Trowa ~ You had better... *growls*
Dark Ice ~ -__-U scarie! Well I wrote this over a course of over three weeks, so throughout that, I had these major mood swings, so I ended up making the story have sudden mood swings too. And when I realized I made Wufei kinda mood swingish, I just left it cuz I was too lazy to change it.
Duo ~ Riiiight...Moving along...
Dark Ice ~ Well, nut-ting more t'say here. So I'll just say this last ting: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! Wait, you've already read this, unless you're one of those people that enjoy scrolling up and down repetitively without reading whatsoever . So, uh, please review. Thanks!