Pairings: 1x5, 3x4, 2xYuu
Warnings: Shounen ai, my twisted sense of humor, Trowa, Duo, etc...
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Please, for your own sake, don't eat or drink while reading these, unless you have no sense of humor or great control over your mouth. I have seen enough food/drink-encrusted screens for one lifetime thank you.
Disclaimer: Chibi own GW=NONONONO Chibi own fanfic=YESYESYES Chibi own Yuu-utsu=YESYESYES
'Think'
"Talk"
~~~Time passes~~~
***Flash back***
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"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Hiro excused himself from Wufei's presence, the air practically singing with tension. Neither had said anything since Wufei's affirmation to Hiro's question of friendship, and it had become decidedly awkward.
'I feel like I'm back in school sitting in a history class and I've suddenly been presented with a pop-test that's worth 99.99% of my grade and it's on gummy bear flavors and their corresponding colors...' Wufei thought as he watched his "friend" Yui walk to the bathroom. As he silently smacked his forehead for such a bizarre thought, his ears perked up (think: Puppy Wu-wu) as he heard Hiro talking to himself as he entered the suite's restroom.
"I can't beli-" That was all that Wufei heard before the door shut. 'I know I shouldn't listen in...he's probably having a conversation with himself, because he's stoned, like I've established...well...I'm not *really* eavesdropping...I'm just checking to make sure he's okay in there...' Wufei scurried, quietly mind you, up to the door and pressed his ear against the cold wood.
"I really can't believe that I said that." Hiro's monotone voice was even and controlled, contrasting strangely with his words, kind of like you were peeling a banana and discovered that an orange was inside instead.
"Wufei, I mean, Chang must think I'm a total freak. I can understand why though...I agree." Wufei could hear Hiro unzip his fly as he spoke, and, naturally, Wufei blushed. "I can't help but feel --------- towards him...he's just so --------------------" Hiro said, his words getting interrupted by his...well...pissing noises. Wufei crushed his nicely tanned, Chinese ear into the door, trying desperately to make out Hiro's voice. However, it seemed that every time that Hiro went to say something important, he would say it more quietly than the other words, so his...urine overcame his voice.
"I...don't really want to ------------ him, but I think that I may...well...I may ---------- Chang...and ------- might have known that." Wufei was having a...well, "fun" might be too strong of a word, but let's just say that Wufei was playing "MadLib" with Hiro's sentences (you know, the game where it says to give it a noun, a verb, etc and then places those into a funny story?), and he was getting deeper and deeper red. 'I wanna know why the hell my mind's in the gutter today! I...I keep putting in dirty words, and such. I have to remember that Hiro is stoned out of his mind now and therefore may have some weird sentences...' Wufei thought, and suddenly he was thrown backwards three feet as the Chibi-Relena-Annoying-Voice-That-Tells-You-All-The-Things-That-You-Don't-Want-To-Hear whacked him so hard with a humongous Nerf-bat in his *mind* that it actually seemed to connect in real life. Wufei was blinking dazedly, as his head swam through chocolate milk. Why chocolate milk? ^_^ Because I LIKE IT.
"Chang?" Hiro asked as he came out of the bathroom and Wufei staggered into him. "Are you stoned?"
"Hehehehehehe...NAW! You're the one who's stoned!" Wufei said, like someone on a high. Hiro looked at the screen, his eyebrow raised, then he shook his head and looked down at the Wufei who was now sliding down his loose grip like a...a...really slippery thing. O_o
"Right. Chang...I think you need to go lie down..." Hiro said slowly, pronouncing each word very slowly and carefully, as if Wufei were a foreigner.
"Nononono...call me Wufei...Wu-man...Wu-baby...Fei...call me Dung-Beetle..." Wufei said, after slapping Hiro's face gently. Hiro felt two emotions stir within his mind. One was utter confusion, for he thought that Wufei must have broken *some* record for getting *so* stoned *so* quickly. The other was ****** ***** ******** ********** ***** ****. HEY!!!! How come it didn't print out!!!
'I refuse to acknowledge that emotion. I don't have emotions. I am Hiro. Yui Hiro. No emotions. Perfect soldier.' Hiro repeated over and over in his head, while a Chibi...well...Chibi (O_o) smacked him...repeatedly.
"All right, Wufei, you need to go lay down." Hiro grabbed Wufei's waist swiftly and threw him over his shoulder, like a Continental Soldier (do your ears hang low?)[1] and walked him in to the bedroom. These days were definitely passing with some twists, turns, and laundry escapades. Hiro shuddered at the mention of laundry, and Wufei giggled like a Drunken-Pirate-Duo-In-Drag (2), still a little off from the C-R-A-V-T-T-Y-A-T-T-T-Y-D-W-T-H hitting him with such force from his stupid insistence of Hiro's drug addiction.
"YAY! VIBRATER!" Wufei giggled and kicked his feet in response to Hiro's shudder. Hiro rolled his eyes. He kicked open the door and threw Wufei onto the bed. Immediately, Wufei tried to crawl back off. Hiro frowned and shoved him gently back onto the bed. It would do neither of them any good if Wufei went out in public like that.
"NO! Bad Hi-chan! Bad!" Wufei smacked Hiro, a little hard for just playing around, and giggled insanely. Hiro nearly decked Wufei from instinct, but managed to hold onto his hand by...well...grabbing his own wrist. He then took a deep breath and tried to turn off his mental switch that had turned onto "KILL" mode. Suddenly, Wufei launched himself forward onto the unsuspecting Hiro (I mean, dude, who would expect Wufei to be so WEIRD???). Hiro fell back a bit, and Wufei slid down to Hiro's waist, and Hiro pushed Wufei off him and back onto the bed.
"And STAY there!" Hiro said, with a miniscule amount of emotion in his voice, which is a lot for Hiro Yui, you know? Wufei grinned manically, reminding Hiro strongly of his best friend...Duo. Wufei rolled to the other side of the bed and came inches away from rolling onto to the floor, which could have inflicted more damage on Wufei, and therefore make him even WEIRDER. However, Hiro had seen what Wufei was planning on doing and had scampered (hehehe...can't you just see an older Hiro Yui *scampering*) to the other side of the bed and caught Wufei before Wufei spilled off the edge.
"Heeheehee!!" Wufei said, as Hiro's hand accidentally touched Wufei's unmentionable as he tried to get the resistant Wufei back onto the bed. Even Hiro had the grace to blush...okay, his cheeks turned a very mild one shade pink that you would only be able to see under a microscope, but to him, that's blushing.
"Wufei, please, stay on the bed." At Hiro's weary request, Wufei grew very serious, which relieved Hiro greatly. He wasn't having as much fun as Wufei was obviously having. Wufei reached up unnaturally quickly and grabbed Hiro's open collar and yanked him about a foot forward. Hiro lurched (go figure) forward and only managed to not put his face into...ahem, Wufei's unmentionables, by thrusting his arms before him. Wufei laughed hysterically. Hiro could feel his temper rising, this was starting to drive him crazy. He climbed onto the bed, after shoving Wufei aside and sat cross-legged on the bed, and he glared intensively at Wufei. Who, being Giggling-Wufei, giggled. Hiro lost it. He launched his body forward and held Wufei in a cage with his body. His knees were on the outside of Wufei's thighs, his elbows locked, and his hands near Wufei's shoulders. He looked he was climbing on top of Wufei. However, even so, his plan worked. Wufei was immobilized.
"Hehehehe..." That was all that Giggling-Wufei would say to this predicament. Then, he became almost serious, and Hiro frowned deeply. This time, Wufei caught him by total surprise. Wufei grabbed Hiro's shoulders roughly with both hands and pulled Hiro forward, onto himself. By the time that Hiro realized what had happened, he also realized that he and Wufei were kissing. His eyes widened and his pupils contracted in surprise. However, it wasn't from the shock of Wufei yanking him downward, it wasn't even Wufei kissing him, it was the feeling he was getting as his lips pressed against his.
And it was just about then that Wufei finally really woke up from his delusional state.
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In another hotel room, on the same day (week 1, day 3), another couple was having similar problems with the bed...but, before we get that far, let's back it up a wee bit.
At six o'clock that morning, Quatre had awakened, and immediately noticed that he was pleasantly warm. Trowa had wrapped his entire body around Quatre's, bending in ways that could only be accomplished after years of training in the circus. Quatre smiled and nuzzled his face into Trowa's chest, which happened to be facing him at the moment. Trowa smelt *really* nice, kind of like a mix of cinnamon, men-style-soap, and himself. Trowa's smell was something that reminded Quatre of this one worker that he had once seen. The man had been at a carnival, and was forging steel the old fashioned way. His muscles slid perfectly, without a hitch, as his body contorted itself over the steel, over the fire, and the fire's light hit his face at angles that made one see first the man, then the anger behind the eyes. Trowa smelt how that man had looked.
Quatre was just settling down again, when suddenly, his alarm went off. It was set for 6:05am. Quatre sighed, but pulled himself away from Trowa to get ready. Or, at least, he *tried* to do so. However, Trowa had different ideas. Trowa reached over behind him, grabbed the alarm clock, and thrust it with such force into the wall, that it's fiberglass covered shattered into crooked pieces. He then pulled Quatre back and continued to sleep. After allowing himself a small laugh, Quatre became serious again. He firmly pushed Trowa away, who merely forced Quatre back. Quatre frowned and pushed Trowa backwards, only to have Trowa pull Quatre with him. Soon, it had progressed to a bizarre form of tug-of-war between them. However, whilst Quatre was focused on getting Trowa and him detached, he forgot that beds do not go on forever. Trowa neared the edge, and fell backwards onto the floor, almost pulling Quatre with him.
"AH!" Trowa exclaimed as he hit the floor, and was, literally, jolted awake. He sat up and rubbed the space where his ass would have occupied if he had one, and looked up at Quatre, who was holding back his laughter so fiercely, that tears were springing up in his eyes.
"Are...you okay Trowa?" Quatre managed to say, with only a small giggle. Trowa glared.
"Hmmph." (Yeah, I'm FINE. Why the HELL did you shove me off the bed?) Quatre looked surprised.
"Trowa! I was trying to detach myself from you! I didn't *mean* to push you off! Weren't you awake?"
"..." (Obviously, no.)
"I'm sorry!" Quatre said, genuinely sad. Trowa shook his head, stood up, motioned for Quatre to scoot over, and returned to his position under the covers. He hugged Quatre to his tanned, muscled, free-of-gross-hair-chest, and breathed his golden haired angel in.
"You're forgiven." Trowa said into Quatre's hair, and Quatre felt moved by Trowa's actions. That is, until Trowa's hand reached down and gave *something* a squeeze. "And I know just how you can make up for your mistake..." Trowa pulled the covers over them.
"TROWA! NOW?!" Quatre's voice could be heard through the covers. Only a deep laugh answered. Then a giggle from Quatre. What followed the giggle I can't say, not because I don't know, just because this is FFN and I gotta keep this PG-13 people, and the doings of our two little G-boys is no where NEAR PG-13. More like, NC-17 or so. O_o
~~~~~~Two Hours later~~~~~~~~
"I need to shower Trowa..." Quatre said, nuzzling Trowa's neck. Trowa groaned.
"Come on...just one more time." Trowa said, almost playfully, as he leaned over to give Quatre a hickey. Quatre swatted him.
"That's what you said the last 14 times!" Quatre said indignantly. Trowa looked thoughtful, then he shook his head.
"13." Trowa said unsmiling. Quatre threw his hands up.
"Same thing!"
"..." (13 is not equal to 14. At least, that's what second grade math taught me.) Quatre glared, in a Quatre way, which is just about as scary as a three-week-old-kitten hissing. Oh, are you afraid? I am. Really. -_-
"I'll see you in five minutes." Quatre climbed out of the bed, and after a brief moan, Trowa got up too.
"Hey, wait for me..." Trowa said dully, catching up with Quatre in a few steps. Quatre tried his very best not to glow with happiness. It didn't do much.
"...hehe..." Trowa "laughed". (Look! It's a Light-bulb-Quatre! I bet that you're actually emitting light here.) Quatre blushed and that made Trowa smile a little. (Now you're a RED light...) Quatre socked Trowa in the arm, which hurt as much as a daisy brushing against your leg from a gentle wind. That's gonna leave a bruise.
~~~~~~~~1 hour later~~~~~~~
"Okay! Now that the morning activities are done! Let's do something from the list!" Quatre snatched up the list eagerly, and began mentally checking things off. Trowa walked up behind Quatre and hugged him around the waist and put his head on Quatre's shoulder.
(But...we already *did* stuff from the list...I think we've got #10 so checked off that Duo might send a new list of restrictions that prohibits it...) Trowa "said". Quatre turned his head so that he could see Trowa.
"Did you say something Trowa?"
"..." (Only something with my eyes, so it doesn't really matter.)
"Well, okay then. Well, I've discovered two things. First off, Duo left this new one recently. It says that our restrictions have been eliminated, which means that we no longer *have* to stay in the same room, and our time limits are now far more flexible. AND, I decided on what I want to do for the day!" Quatre said happily.
"..." (What?) Quatre pointed. Trowa's eyes widened and he let go of Quatre quickly. He stepped backwards.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked, concerned, and Trowa then sprinted from the living room back to the bedroom. Quatre, shocked, ran after him. "TROWA?! What's wrong?" Quatre asked as he ran. He found Trowa huddled in a little ball on the bed.
"..." Trowa shook a little. Quatre looked on with disbelief. Here was the man who could look death in the eye and then ignore death because he didn't find it important. Here was the man who could stand to be strapped to a board and have knives thrown at him and not flinch. 'And here," Quatre thought, slightly amused, 'here is the man who is obviously afraid of carnivals.' Quatre went up to the bed, and gently eased the covers off of Trowa. Trowa had managed to form such a ball shape that it even put Basketball-Quatre to shame.
"Trowa? Love? Come on, it's not that bad." Quatre said, encouragingly. Trowa shook his head.
"No freaking way. No way. No." Trowa was as close to hysterics as Trowa can get. Which is as close as the 99th floor of a building is to the ground.
"What's wrong with the carnival, Trowa? Come on, it'll be fun!"
"No. I-I-I can't."
"Why not? Don't tell me that you're afraid!" Quatre laughed happily, after all, what were the chances of TROWA BARTON being SCARED of something? I'd say maybe one in a bazillion.
"I'm afraid." Okay, okay, okay. Remember that whole one in bazillion chance? This is that one. O_o
"Of...WHAT?!" Quatre asked incredulously.
"Of........." Trowa said, and Quatre leaned forward.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you."
"I'm afraid of .............." Trowa mumbled.
"I still can't hear you!"
"CLOWNS! OKAY? I'M AFRAID OF CLOWNS!!!!" Trowa nearly shouted. Quatre was absolutely still for about three seconds, and then he cracked up.
~~~~~~15 minutes later~~~~~~
"Are you done laughing at me yet?" Trowa glared at Quatre, who was collecting himself off the floor.
"Hold on...I gotta go change my pants." Quatre gasped out, lurching and reeling as he walked to the closet. He had peed his pants from laughing to hard.
"..." (I can't believe that you laughed at me like that! I'm serious! I *know* what goes on in those clowns' heads, and it's SCARY! I'm scarred for life from clowns, because they allow people like ME to be CLOWNS!!!!!) Trowa shouted with his eyes. Quatre resisted the urge to laugh...unsuccessfully.
"But, Trowa! You...you're being ridiculous! Come on...let's go. You need to get over this paranoia!" Quatre laughed happily as he walked back over to Trowa, who was sitting on the bed still. As Quatre reached for Trowa's wrists, Trowa reacted quickly. He spread himself out on the bed and gripped the mattress with his hands, and yes ladies and gentlemen, with his toes.
"TROWA!" Quatre shouted out, extremely amused. He grabbed Trowa's shirt and tried to pull Trowa off the bed. His smile transformed into a frown as he realized that Trowa was really *stuck* on the bed. So, much like Hiro was challenged to keep Wufei *on* the bed, Quatre now braced himself for the task of getting Trowa Barton *off* the bed.
"No." Trowa said, and he hugged the mattress even tighter. Quatre focused and decided that Trowa's feet would be weakest. He grabbed Trowa's left leg, and pulled. Amazingly, Trowa was actually *gripping* the bed with his toes. Quatre didn't have enough strength to pull his foot off instantaneously. After struggling with a Trowa-Foot, he finally got it freed, and he pulled with all his might. Trowa moved 1/16 of an inch. If even that.
"Trowa! Come ON!" Quatre begged, as the second that Quatre relaxed his grip Trowa snatched his foot away and re-grabbed the mattress.
"No."
~~~~~20 Minutes Later~~~~~
"I...am...so...TIRED!" Quatre gasped out, as he finally stopped tugging on the not weakening arm of Trowa. He took a step back to admire his progress. He didn't see much, since there wasn't any. Quatre sighed. "I'm going to go get a drink." Trowa merely nodded.
Quatre went to the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle. He took a drink and replaced it to keep it cool. As he did so, a hand clamped around his mouth. Then a voice whispered in his ear.
"Hey, don't worry Q-tip! It's me, Duo!" The mysterious voice said. Quatre was released and he smiled happily when he saw that the person was, *gasp*, DUO!
"HEY!" Quatre shouted while whispering. Duo opened his arms for a brief hug.
"Hey buddy. I would ask, what's going on, but I already know." Before Quatre could say something, or blush, Duo continued. "AND, I have the solution to your problem..."
~~~Back in the Bedroom~~~
"Trowa! You either come with me to the carnival, or I won't have $*X with you for three weeks!" Trowa was up and by Quatre's side so fast, I could swear that he orbed.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go. Now. Right now. Why are we still standing here? We should already be gone! Come on, chop chop!" Trowa yanked on Quatre's hand and pulled him out of the door, only stopping to shove the room key in his pocket and grab the keys to his rental car. Quatre laughed hysterically, as did Duo, after they had left the room.
'And Yuu says these guys are boring!'
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Well folks! There's chapter seven. ^_____^ I hope you were amused.
(1)-This is me poking a little bit of fun at that one song that goes: "Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you *throw them over your shoulder like a Continental soldier*? Do your ears hang low?"
(2)-I once had Milly over at my house and I was playing around in paint with this one Gundam Wing pilot picture (okay, this is amusing because I originally forgot to put "picture" at the end so it read that I played around in some paint with a Gundam Pilot. ^_^). I was trying to make her see how incredibly nice looking Wufei is (she now recognizes this fact, like all sane people do) by making her two current Gundam loves (Duo and Quatre) REALLY ugly. Eventually, it ended up making Duo look like a drunk-pirate-drag-queen. Yeah. Good times, good times. ^______^
Warnings: Shounen ai, my twisted sense of humor, Trowa, Duo, etc...
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Please, for your own sake, don't eat or drink while reading these, unless you have no sense of humor or great control over your mouth. I have seen enough food/drink-encrusted screens for one lifetime thank you.
Disclaimer: Chibi own GW=NONONONO Chibi own fanfic=YESYESYES Chibi own Yuu-utsu=YESYESYES
'Think'
"Talk"
~~~Time passes~~~
***Flash back***
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"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Hiro excused himself from Wufei's presence, the air practically singing with tension. Neither had said anything since Wufei's affirmation to Hiro's question of friendship, and it had become decidedly awkward.
'I feel like I'm back in school sitting in a history class and I've suddenly been presented with a pop-test that's worth 99.99% of my grade and it's on gummy bear flavors and their corresponding colors...' Wufei thought as he watched his "friend" Yui walk to the bathroom. As he silently smacked his forehead for such a bizarre thought, his ears perked up (think: Puppy Wu-wu) as he heard Hiro talking to himself as he entered the suite's restroom.
"I can't beli-" That was all that Wufei heard before the door shut. 'I know I shouldn't listen in...he's probably having a conversation with himself, because he's stoned, like I've established...well...I'm not *really* eavesdropping...I'm just checking to make sure he's okay in there...' Wufei scurried, quietly mind you, up to the door and pressed his ear against the cold wood.
"I really can't believe that I said that." Hiro's monotone voice was even and controlled, contrasting strangely with his words, kind of like you were peeling a banana and discovered that an orange was inside instead.
"Wufei, I mean, Chang must think I'm a total freak. I can understand why though...I agree." Wufei could hear Hiro unzip his fly as he spoke, and, naturally, Wufei blushed. "I can't help but feel --------- towards him...he's just so --------------------" Hiro said, his words getting interrupted by his...well...pissing noises. Wufei crushed his nicely tanned, Chinese ear into the door, trying desperately to make out Hiro's voice. However, it seemed that every time that Hiro went to say something important, he would say it more quietly than the other words, so his...urine overcame his voice.
"I...don't really want to ------------ him, but I think that I may...well...I may ---------- Chang...and ------- might have known that." Wufei was having a...well, "fun" might be too strong of a word, but let's just say that Wufei was playing "MadLib" with Hiro's sentences (you know, the game where it says to give it a noun, a verb, etc and then places those into a funny story?), and he was getting deeper and deeper red. 'I wanna know why the hell my mind's in the gutter today! I...I keep putting in dirty words, and such. I have to remember that Hiro is stoned out of his mind now and therefore may have some weird sentences...' Wufei thought, and suddenly he was thrown backwards three feet as the Chibi-Relena-Annoying-Voice-That-Tells-You-All-The-Things-That-You-Don't-Want-To-Hear whacked him so hard with a humongous Nerf-bat in his *mind* that it actually seemed to connect in real life. Wufei was blinking dazedly, as his head swam through chocolate milk. Why chocolate milk? ^_^ Because I LIKE IT.
"Chang?" Hiro asked as he came out of the bathroom and Wufei staggered into him. "Are you stoned?"
"Hehehehehehe...NAW! You're the one who's stoned!" Wufei said, like someone on a high. Hiro looked at the screen, his eyebrow raised, then he shook his head and looked down at the Wufei who was now sliding down his loose grip like a...a...really slippery thing. O_o
"Right. Chang...I think you need to go lie down..." Hiro said slowly, pronouncing each word very slowly and carefully, as if Wufei were a foreigner.
"Nononono...call me Wufei...Wu-man...Wu-baby...Fei...call me Dung-Beetle..." Wufei said, after slapping Hiro's face gently. Hiro felt two emotions stir within his mind. One was utter confusion, for he thought that Wufei must have broken *some* record for getting *so* stoned *so* quickly. The other was ****** ***** ******** ********** ***** ****. HEY!!!! How come it didn't print out!!!
'I refuse to acknowledge that emotion. I don't have emotions. I am Hiro. Yui Hiro. No emotions. Perfect soldier.' Hiro repeated over and over in his head, while a Chibi...well...Chibi (O_o) smacked him...repeatedly.
"All right, Wufei, you need to go lay down." Hiro grabbed Wufei's waist swiftly and threw him over his shoulder, like a Continental Soldier (do your ears hang low?)[1] and walked him in to the bedroom. These days were definitely passing with some twists, turns, and laundry escapades. Hiro shuddered at the mention of laundry, and Wufei giggled like a Drunken-Pirate-Duo-In-Drag (2), still a little off from the C-R-A-V-T-T-Y-A-T-T-T-Y-D-W-T-H hitting him with such force from his stupid insistence of Hiro's drug addiction.
"YAY! VIBRATER!" Wufei giggled and kicked his feet in response to Hiro's shudder. Hiro rolled his eyes. He kicked open the door and threw Wufei onto the bed. Immediately, Wufei tried to crawl back off. Hiro frowned and shoved him gently back onto the bed. It would do neither of them any good if Wufei went out in public like that.
"NO! Bad Hi-chan! Bad!" Wufei smacked Hiro, a little hard for just playing around, and giggled insanely. Hiro nearly decked Wufei from instinct, but managed to hold onto his hand by...well...grabbing his own wrist. He then took a deep breath and tried to turn off his mental switch that had turned onto "KILL" mode. Suddenly, Wufei launched himself forward onto the unsuspecting Hiro (I mean, dude, who would expect Wufei to be so WEIRD???). Hiro fell back a bit, and Wufei slid down to Hiro's waist, and Hiro pushed Wufei off him and back onto the bed.
"And STAY there!" Hiro said, with a miniscule amount of emotion in his voice, which is a lot for Hiro Yui, you know? Wufei grinned manically, reminding Hiro strongly of his best friend...Duo. Wufei rolled to the other side of the bed and came inches away from rolling onto to the floor, which could have inflicted more damage on Wufei, and therefore make him even WEIRDER. However, Hiro had seen what Wufei was planning on doing and had scampered (hehehe...can't you just see an older Hiro Yui *scampering*) to the other side of the bed and caught Wufei before Wufei spilled off the edge.
"Heeheehee!!" Wufei said, as Hiro's hand accidentally touched Wufei's unmentionable as he tried to get the resistant Wufei back onto the bed. Even Hiro had the grace to blush...okay, his cheeks turned a very mild one shade pink that you would only be able to see under a microscope, but to him, that's blushing.
"Wufei, please, stay on the bed." At Hiro's weary request, Wufei grew very serious, which relieved Hiro greatly. He wasn't having as much fun as Wufei was obviously having. Wufei reached up unnaturally quickly and grabbed Hiro's open collar and yanked him about a foot forward. Hiro lurched (go figure) forward and only managed to not put his face into...ahem, Wufei's unmentionables, by thrusting his arms before him. Wufei laughed hysterically. Hiro could feel his temper rising, this was starting to drive him crazy. He climbed onto the bed, after shoving Wufei aside and sat cross-legged on the bed, and he glared intensively at Wufei. Who, being Giggling-Wufei, giggled. Hiro lost it. He launched his body forward and held Wufei in a cage with his body. His knees were on the outside of Wufei's thighs, his elbows locked, and his hands near Wufei's shoulders. He looked he was climbing on top of Wufei. However, even so, his plan worked. Wufei was immobilized.
"Hehehehe..." That was all that Giggling-Wufei would say to this predicament. Then, he became almost serious, and Hiro frowned deeply. This time, Wufei caught him by total surprise. Wufei grabbed Hiro's shoulders roughly with both hands and pulled Hiro forward, onto himself. By the time that Hiro realized what had happened, he also realized that he and Wufei were kissing. His eyes widened and his pupils contracted in surprise. However, it wasn't from the shock of Wufei yanking him downward, it wasn't even Wufei kissing him, it was the feeling he was getting as his lips pressed against his.
And it was just about then that Wufei finally really woke up from his delusional state.
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In another hotel room, on the same day (week 1, day 3), another couple was having similar problems with the bed...but, before we get that far, let's back it up a wee bit.
At six o'clock that morning, Quatre had awakened, and immediately noticed that he was pleasantly warm. Trowa had wrapped his entire body around Quatre's, bending in ways that could only be accomplished after years of training in the circus. Quatre smiled and nuzzled his face into Trowa's chest, which happened to be facing him at the moment. Trowa smelt *really* nice, kind of like a mix of cinnamon, men-style-soap, and himself. Trowa's smell was something that reminded Quatre of this one worker that he had once seen. The man had been at a carnival, and was forging steel the old fashioned way. His muscles slid perfectly, without a hitch, as his body contorted itself over the steel, over the fire, and the fire's light hit his face at angles that made one see first the man, then the anger behind the eyes. Trowa smelt how that man had looked.
Quatre was just settling down again, when suddenly, his alarm went off. It was set for 6:05am. Quatre sighed, but pulled himself away from Trowa to get ready. Or, at least, he *tried* to do so. However, Trowa had different ideas. Trowa reached over behind him, grabbed the alarm clock, and thrust it with such force into the wall, that it's fiberglass covered shattered into crooked pieces. He then pulled Quatre back and continued to sleep. After allowing himself a small laugh, Quatre became serious again. He firmly pushed Trowa away, who merely forced Quatre back. Quatre frowned and pushed Trowa backwards, only to have Trowa pull Quatre with him. Soon, it had progressed to a bizarre form of tug-of-war between them. However, whilst Quatre was focused on getting Trowa and him detached, he forgot that beds do not go on forever. Trowa neared the edge, and fell backwards onto the floor, almost pulling Quatre with him.
"AH!" Trowa exclaimed as he hit the floor, and was, literally, jolted awake. He sat up and rubbed the space where his ass would have occupied if he had one, and looked up at Quatre, who was holding back his laughter so fiercely, that tears were springing up in his eyes.
"Are...you okay Trowa?" Quatre managed to say, with only a small giggle. Trowa glared.
"Hmmph." (Yeah, I'm FINE. Why the HELL did you shove me off the bed?) Quatre looked surprised.
"Trowa! I was trying to detach myself from you! I didn't *mean* to push you off! Weren't you awake?"
"..." (Obviously, no.)
"I'm sorry!" Quatre said, genuinely sad. Trowa shook his head, stood up, motioned for Quatre to scoot over, and returned to his position under the covers. He hugged Quatre to his tanned, muscled, free-of-gross-hair-chest, and breathed his golden haired angel in.
"You're forgiven." Trowa said into Quatre's hair, and Quatre felt moved by Trowa's actions. That is, until Trowa's hand reached down and gave *something* a squeeze. "And I know just how you can make up for your mistake..." Trowa pulled the covers over them.
"TROWA! NOW?!" Quatre's voice could be heard through the covers. Only a deep laugh answered. Then a giggle from Quatre. What followed the giggle I can't say, not because I don't know, just because this is FFN and I gotta keep this PG-13 people, and the doings of our two little G-boys is no where NEAR PG-13. More like, NC-17 or so. O_o
~~~~~~Two Hours later~~~~~~~~
"I need to shower Trowa..." Quatre said, nuzzling Trowa's neck. Trowa groaned.
"Come on...just one more time." Trowa said, almost playfully, as he leaned over to give Quatre a hickey. Quatre swatted him.
"That's what you said the last 14 times!" Quatre said indignantly. Trowa looked thoughtful, then he shook his head.
"13." Trowa said unsmiling. Quatre threw his hands up.
"Same thing!"
"..." (13 is not equal to 14. At least, that's what second grade math taught me.) Quatre glared, in a Quatre way, which is just about as scary as a three-week-old-kitten hissing. Oh, are you afraid? I am. Really. -_-
"I'll see you in five minutes." Quatre climbed out of the bed, and after a brief moan, Trowa got up too.
"Hey, wait for me..." Trowa said dully, catching up with Quatre in a few steps. Quatre tried his very best not to glow with happiness. It didn't do much.
"...hehe..." Trowa "laughed". (Look! It's a Light-bulb-Quatre! I bet that you're actually emitting light here.) Quatre blushed and that made Trowa smile a little. (Now you're a RED light...) Quatre socked Trowa in the arm, which hurt as much as a daisy brushing against your leg from a gentle wind. That's gonna leave a bruise.
~~~~~~~~1 hour later~~~~~~~
"Okay! Now that the morning activities are done! Let's do something from the list!" Quatre snatched up the list eagerly, and began mentally checking things off. Trowa walked up behind Quatre and hugged him around the waist and put his head on Quatre's shoulder.
(But...we already *did* stuff from the list...I think we've got #10 so checked off that Duo might send a new list of restrictions that prohibits it...) Trowa "said". Quatre turned his head so that he could see Trowa.
"Did you say something Trowa?"
"..." (Only something with my eyes, so it doesn't really matter.)
"Well, okay then. Well, I've discovered two things. First off, Duo left this new one recently. It says that our restrictions have been eliminated, which means that we no longer *have* to stay in the same room, and our time limits are now far more flexible. AND, I decided on what I want to do for the day!" Quatre said happily.
"..." (What?) Quatre pointed. Trowa's eyes widened and he let go of Quatre quickly. He stepped backwards.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked, concerned, and Trowa then sprinted from the living room back to the bedroom. Quatre, shocked, ran after him. "TROWA?! What's wrong?" Quatre asked as he ran. He found Trowa huddled in a little ball on the bed.
"..." Trowa shook a little. Quatre looked on with disbelief. Here was the man who could look death in the eye and then ignore death because he didn't find it important. Here was the man who could stand to be strapped to a board and have knives thrown at him and not flinch. 'And here," Quatre thought, slightly amused, 'here is the man who is obviously afraid of carnivals.' Quatre went up to the bed, and gently eased the covers off of Trowa. Trowa had managed to form such a ball shape that it even put Basketball-Quatre to shame.
"Trowa? Love? Come on, it's not that bad." Quatre said, encouragingly. Trowa shook his head.
"No freaking way. No way. No." Trowa was as close to hysterics as Trowa can get. Which is as close as the 99th floor of a building is to the ground.
"What's wrong with the carnival, Trowa? Come on, it'll be fun!"
"No. I-I-I can't."
"Why not? Don't tell me that you're afraid!" Quatre laughed happily, after all, what were the chances of TROWA BARTON being SCARED of something? I'd say maybe one in a bazillion.
"I'm afraid." Okay, okay, okay. Remember that whole one in bazillion chance? This is that one. O_o
"Of...WHAT?!" Quatre asked incredulously.
"Of........." Trowa said, and Quatre leaned forward.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you."
"I'm afraid of .............." Trowa mumbled.
"I still can't hear you!"
"CLOWNS! OKAY? I'M AFRAID OF CLOWNS!!!!" Trowa nearly shouted. Quatre was absolutely still for about three seconds, and then he cracked up.
~~~~~~15 minutes later~~~~~~
"Are you done laughing at me yet?" Trowa glared at Quatre, who was collecting himself off the floor.
"Hold on...I gotta go change my pants." Quatre gasped out, lurching and reeling as he walked to the closet. He had peed his pants from laughing to hard.
"..." (I can't believe that you laughed at me like that! I'm serious! I *know* what goes on in those clowns' heads, and it's SCARY! I'm scarred for life from clowns, because they allow people like ME to be CLOWNS!!!!!) Trowa shouted with his eyes. Quatre resisted the urge to laugh...unsuccessfully.
"But, Trowa! You...you're being ridiculous! Come on...let's go. You need to get over this paranoia!" Quatre laughed happily as he walked back over to Trowa, who was sitting on the bed still. As Quatre reached for Trowa's wrists, Trowa reacted quickly. He spread himself out on the bed and gripped the mattress with his hands, and yes ladies and gentlemen, with his toes.
"TROWA!" Quatre shouted out, extremely amused. He grabbed Trowa's shirt and tried to pull Trowa off the bed. His smile transformed into a frown as he realized that Trowa was really *stuck* on the bed. So, much like Hiro was challenged to keep Wufei *on* the bed, Quatre now braced himself for the task of getting Trowa Barton *off* the bed.
"No." Trowa said, and he hugged the mattress even tighter. Quatre focused and decided that Trowa's feet would be weakest. He grabbed Trowa's left leg, and pulled. Amazingly, Trowa was actually *gripping* the bed with his toes. Quatre didn't have enough strength to pull his foot off instantaneously. After struggling with a Trowa-Foot, he finally got it freed, and he pulled with all his might. Trowa moved 1/16 of an inch. If even that.
"Trowa! Come ON!" Quatre begged, as the second that Quatre relaxed his grip Trowa snatched his foot away and re-grabbed the mattress.
"No."
~~~~~20 Minutes Later~~~~~
"I...am...so...TIRED!" Quatre gasped out, as he finally stopped tugging on the not weakening arm of Trowa. He took a step back to admire his progress. He didn't see much, since there wasn't any. Quatre sighed. "I'm going to go get a drink." Trowa merely nodded.
Quatre went to the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle. He took a drink and replaced it to keep it cool. As he did so, a hand clamped around his mouth. Then a voice whispered in his ear.
"Hey, don't worry Q-tip! It's me, Duo!" The mysterious voice said. Quatre was released and he smiled happily when he saw that the person was, *gasp*, DUO!
"HEY!" Quatre shouted while whispering. Duo opened his arms for a brief hug.
"Hey buddy. I would ask, what's going on, but I already know." Before Quatre could say something, or blush, Duo continued. "AND, I have the solution to your problem..."
~~~Back in the Bedroom~~~
"Trowa! You either come with me to the carnival, or I won't have $*X with you for three weeks!" Trowa was up and by Quatre's side so fast, I could swear that he orbed.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go. Now. Right now. Why are we still standing here? We should already be gone! Come on, chop chop!" Trowa yanked on Quatre's hand and pulled him out of the door, only stopping to shove the room key in his pocket and grab the keys to his rental car. Quatre laughed hysterically, as did Duo, after they had left the room.
'And Yuu says these guys are boring!'
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Well folks! There's chapter seven. ^_____^ I hope you were amused.
(1)-This is me poking a little bit of fun at that one song that goes: "Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow? Can you *throw them over your shoulder like a Continental soldier*? Do your ears hang low?"
(2)-I once had Milly over at my house and I was playing around in paint with this one Gundam Wing pilot picture (okay, this is amusing because I originally forgot to put "picture" at the end so it read that I played around in some paint with a Gundam Pilot. ^_^). I was trying to make her see how incredibly nice looking Wufei is (she now recognizes this fact, like all sane people do) by making her two current Gundam loves (Duo and Quatre) REALLY ugly. Eventually, it ended up making Duo look like a drunk-pirate-drag-queen. Yeah. Good times, good times. ^______^
