Chapter two " What happened to you?" asked Heero to Quatre as he walked into the kitchen. " You look like you've fallen off of a horse..." Quatre scrunched his face up. " This thing is SO uncomfortable!" " What thing?" " The 'thing' that I used to stop the bleeding! What else do you think?! I shoved a paintbrush up myself?!?" Heero bit his lip. " You don't need to be so nasty, you can be such a bitch Quatre!" " Uh-oh..." whispered Duo to Trowa. " Cat fight imminent..." " Why?" Whispered Trowa in reply " Quatre has PMS, that and NO ONE shouts at Heero..." Quatre slunk into a chair, making sure that he crossed his legs. " So what now? I need more of theses tampon things; I only have a couple left. And I REALLY need a bra, these things don't half get in my way..." " Not as much as Trowa's do..." Smirked Duo evilly. Trowa crossed his arms again. " I agree with Quatre. We need to go shopping, urgently." " What about lil' Wu-chan?" he replied. " I doubt that he needs to go bra shopping, he's got nothing to put in it." " I don't think you should be talking about him behind his back like that, you know how sensitive he is." " You should go up to his room and talk to him Quatre..."

Quatre snapped back. " Why me?! Why can't you go?!"

" Cause I've had enough of him bitching at me as it is, that whole thing yesterday REALLY pissed me off so you can go!" Quatre mumbled something under his breath and sat glaring at Duo with his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. He was NOT in the mood for this. " Suppose..." he said at length before he hauled himself out of the chair and dragged himself up the stairs. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~- ~-~-~- " WUFEI! WUFEI GET OUT HERE!" screamed Quatre as he thumped on the Chinese boy/girls door. 'Damn this... what the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel so shit?!' " I'm coming in Wufei! Don't you keep me waiting out here!" Quatre flicked back his hair and thrust the door open to find Wufei in floods of tears. (Aww...) " Wufei! What are you doing?!" Wufei looked up at the blonde. " I don't know!" he managed to wail between sobs. " I can't stop the whole crying thing! Its that bitch Duo, I'm not talking to him! He can kiss his ego and shove it up his ass!" (If you have no idea what's going on here, it's one of those 'girly chats' where two girls just sit and bitch about other people. It's fun!) " Aw, don't listen to him Wufei... come on, we're going shopping, and we want you to come..." Wufei's head pricked up (keep your minds out of the sewer and get them back in the gutter where they belong! He can't 'prick his head up', if you get what I mean... heh heh...). Shopping? For some inexplicable reason, the offer to go shopping was too tempting to resist. " Shopping? Shopping for what?" Quatre stood for a moment thinking what to say. " Essentials..." he said at last. Wufei jumped to his feet and clapped in a girly way. " Oh great! Wait, no..." " No what? Don't you want to come with us? If its Duo then I can just..." " No, it's not that..." " Well what is it then?!" " What am I going to wear?!" ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~- ~-~-~- All five stood in the centre of the shopping mall trying to find the shop that they were looking for on the big-assed 'You are Here' map. " Miss Prissie's Boutique of Bra's?" Suggested Heero, poking the symbol on the map. " Sure, anything." Stuttered Trowa, as he fought with his impressive bust. Duo skipped along the walkway. " Yay! At last I can buy all of those girly- girly hair products and other such accessories that I have always dreamed about buying without getting funny looks!" Heero slapped him across the back of the head. " You're getting funny looks now so stop it! We're here to buy bras and that's all! You can get your hair stuff later!" Duo pouted and stuck his tongue out while flicking his loose hair over his shoulder. " You're just jealous that your hair isn't as great as mine. Look at all those split ends! When we're done here, your coming to the salon with me..." " Oh! Can I come too!" chirruped Quatre. " Sure, that's a good idea. Oh! I've always wanted to get my hair done professionally! Hey! Trowa! Let go!" Trowa had taken hold of his hair and had started to drag him in the direction of the bra shop. " Bras now, hair later. Please Duo, this is getting really difficult to keep my arms up all the time." Duo voiced his anger but allowed himself to be dragged along. After getting lost a few times because of their inability to read shopping mall maps (can anyone?), they finally arrived in the shop. " So what size should I get?" wondered Quatre aloud. " Hey Heero! Check these out!" Duo held a red silk and lace bra proudly over his head. Heero made one of his 'hmm' noises and continued to rake through the assortment of under wires. Wufei, who had remained quiet the whole trip, was approached by the shop assistant. " Can I help you at all Miss?" Wufei looked startled. The women who worked in these shops actually asked you if you wanted help?! How did you need help bra shopping?! He may as well ask... " Uh, yes. Um, I was looking for, well..." " Do you know what size you are?" Wufei felt a nose bleed coming. " Well, no. Um..." The girl smiled. " Well, we can get you measured. If you would follow me then I'll get you measured up." Wufei felt that he had no choice so he followed the girl over to the counter where she produced a measuring tape from nowhere. " Can you lift your arms for me a minute Miss?" Duo sharked along the rails. Wufei was getting measured?! This was DEFINATLY worth seeing... " Hey guys! C'mere! Wu-chan's getting measured!" Within seconds the other four were crowded round him watching with expectant eyes. " You're a 32A Miss, if you would like to follow me again I can show you to where the junior bras are." " ...junior...?" whispered Duo, finding it VERY difficult not to burst out laughing. " Hey there you go! All the time Wu-chan's been going on about women and he doesn't exactly make a good one! Does he Quatre?!" Duo elbowed the blonde in the side. " Don't laugh Duo, it's not fair..." " But it IS funny, you have to admit..." Wufei stood getting redder and redder by the second. Damn them! He could be a perfect woman, if he wanted to... not that he did but if it proved Duo wrong then he would become the best woman there was! And he would start now! He strutted off in the direction of the bras, swinging his hips in a feminine way. " When did Wufei learn to walk like that?" asked Heero, who pulled at his hair. " I dunno..." gaped Duo. " Practice?" Quatre giggled. " Can I get measured now?" he asked the other assistant who was staring at the five of them with a bemused look on her face. " I'm having a little trouble..." ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- ~-~-~- ~-~-~- By the end of the day, all five were fitted out in bras and Quatre had stocked up on a supply of tampons. Duo bought one of those tragic hair magazines that have hair-styles in them that looked like they had been dragged through a bush backwards, he spent the rest of the night playing about with his friends hair, trying to find the style that suited them the most. Quatre was a little pissed (must have been that PMS...) when Duo put his hair up in pigtails, but took it as a joke and started going around the house saying: ' My name ist Helga, I com from Sveeden' actually getting a laugh from Wufei, Heero and Trowa. Wufei pulled incessantly at the two buns that Duo had pinned to the top of his head but was angry at him enough so he kept quiet in order to prevent a fight. Trowa was content with his hair the way it was (think 'Noin' is the best way I can describe it.) and Heero refused to let Duo anywhere near him so just put his hair up in a pony- tail. Duo's was the simplest, keeping it loose and pinned up at the sides; he couldn't wait until he could go shopping for all those hair-mousses, sprays, fancy clips, etc etc... When all the others had went to their beds, Wufei crept down the stairs and picked the magazine up to look for something that had caught his eye earlier that evening when he had flicked through it. He leafed through the pages until he found what he was looking for; " The Annual Miss Teen Beauty Competition"... ' Excellent...' he though to himself while smirking and clutching the magazine. ' If I can get the others to enter this along with myself, that should show who's the best woman here...'