The Last of the Mohicans

by KatiKat


*swat swat swat*

*swat swat swat*

*SWAT SWAT SWAT*

Heero swore. What was the baka doing now?

He entered the kitchen and blinked, seeing Duo jump around, a flyswatter in his hand, waving it around like the Indians did their tomahawks, doing the *swat swat swat* thing again.

"Duo? What should this Old West imitation mean?" At the same moment, a fly zipped around Heero, and through the open door into the living room.

Duo gave out a war cry and followed it, almost knocking his lover to the ground.

Heero rolled his eyes. Duo Maxwell, the Last of the Mohicans.


The End