Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. If you need me to say it, then you
need your head seeing to.
Uchuu no Kokoro
Trowa awoke to the sound of a banging closet. He warily climbed out of bed, reached for his gun and crossed the large bedroom to the offending wardrobe. He aimed his gun and opened the door, only to be met by a muffled shriek.
"Duo?!"
Said Gundam pilot was currently tied up, gagged, and had been smothered in Trowa's clown make-up. Trowa untied him and took his gag off, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Erm.you see.I was kinda playing a joke on 'Fei while he was sleeping and.erm.he woke up. Hehehe."
Trowa promptly sweatdropped, and on Duo's request for make-up remover, threw him out of his room. He inwardly sighed and checked his alarm clock. Seven thirty. He might as well get breakfast started. He dressed and descended the stairs of the large mountain. Luckily, the kitchen wasn't too far from the pilots' bedrooms. They had been staying in one of the elusive Winner mansions for the past fortnight, and Trowa was glad. It was cosy, spacious, and had lots of places where one could be alone. The kitchen came into view and Trowa came to a halt. Sniffing the air, he inwardly drooled and quickened his pace. Someone had started breakfast already. A full English breakfast, to be precise. A custom that Trowa had come to love from his time on Earth. He entered the modern kitchen and found Quatre trying to fry the eggs, grill the bacon, make the orange juice (and tea for Wufei), attending to the baked beans and toasting some bread, all at the same time. Surprisingly enough, Quatre was doing quite well. Upon Trowa's arrival, he turned around, said good morning. and dropped the frying pan on the floor. The eggs went flying out of the pan; one landing on Quatre's bare foot, the other soaring high into the air. It then promptly landed on Quatre's head. All in all: Quatre looked hilarious. Trowa raised an eyebrow in amusement, only allowing the slightest smirk to slip onto his face. Meanwhile, Quatre looked like he was about to cry, when everything went off. The kettle whistled, the sausages sizzled, the toaster popped and the toast flew out. Quatre grabbed a plate and ran for the toast as it began its descent. He flung himself forward and caught the toast just before it landed. Trowa chuckled and made his way to the cooker. He turned off the heat, silently offering a helping hand to his blonde friend.
"Thank you Trowa. I had meant for this to be a surprise for you all."
Quatre placed the plate of toast on the worktop and reached for a towel to wipe the egg from his hair; his bare, egg-covered feet slipping on the tile floor.
~*~*~* Owari
Ok.so that was really rubbish. It does have a plot though, and it will be quite angsty, even though it isn't now. Should I continue this? I do have a quite good plotline sorted, but if no one wants this to continue, I'll leave it. This will be quite Quatre-centric, though it will focus on the other pilots too. Kinda.
Ja ne!
xXxrachiexXx
Uchuu no Kokoro
Trowa awoke to the sound of a banging closet. He warily climbed out of bed, reached for his gun and crossed the large bedroom to the offending wardrobe. He aimed his gun and opened the door, only to be met by a muffled shriek.
"Duo?!"
Said Gundam pilot was currently tied up, gagged, and had been smothered in Trowa's clown make-up. Trowa untied him and took his gag off, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Erm.you see.I was kinda playing a joke on 'Fei while he was sleeping and.erm.he woke up. Hehehe."
Trowa promptly sweatdropped, and on Duo's request for make-up remover, threw him out of his room. He inwardly sighed and checked his alarm clock. Seven thirty. He might as well get breakfast started. He dressed and descended the stairs of the large mountain. Luckily, the kitchen wasn't too far from the pilots' bedrooms. They had been staying in one of the elusive Winner mansions for the past fortnight, and Trowa was glad. It was cosy, spacious, and had lots of places where one could be alone. The kitchen came into view and Trowa came to a halt. Sniffing the air, he inwardly drooled and quickened his pace. Someone had started breakfast already. A full English breakfast, to be precise. A custom that Trowa had come to love from his time on Earth. He entered the modern kitchen and found Quatre trying to fry the eggs, grill the bacon, make the orange juice (and tea for Wufei), attending to the baked beans and toasting some bread, all at the same time. Surprisingly enough, Quatre was doing quite well. Upon Trowa's arrival, he turned around, said good morning. and dropped the frying pan on the floor. The eggs went flying out of the pan; one landing on Quatre's bare foot, the other soaring high into the air. It then promptly landed on Quatre's head. All in all: Quatre looked hilarious. Trowa raised an eyebrow in amusement, only allowing the slightest smirk to slip onto his face. Meanwhile, Quatre looked like he was about to cry, when everything went off. The kettle whistled, the sausages sizzled, the toaster popped and the toast flew out. Quatre grabbed a plate and ran for the toast as it began its descent. He flung himself forward and caught the toast just before it landed. Trowa chuckled and made his way to the cooker. He turned off the heat, silently offering a helping hand to his blonde friend.
"Thank you Trowa. I had meant for this to be a surprise for you all."
Quatre placed the plate of toast on the worktop and reached for a towel to wipe the egg from his hair; his bare, egg-covered feet slipping on the tile floor.
~*~*~* Owari
Ok.so that was really rubbish. It does have a plot though, and it will be quite angsty, even though it isn't now. Should I continue this? I do have a quite good plotline sorted, but if no one wants this to continue, I'll leave it. This will be quite Quatre-centric, though it will focus on the other pilots too. Kinda.
Ja ne!
xXxrachiexXx