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Alright, this little fic is when all the G-Wing guys are little. Like 6 or 7. Come on people use your imagination! I know they didn't know each other before the whole operation meteor, but it's my story and I'm going to have fun with it. Humor me.
Just in time for the trick or treaters! Enjoy and as always, ignore the typos.
"..." This means talking in their own language.
-...- This means thinking to themselves.
Chapter One
Knock, Knock!!
Heero slapped himself when he heard the door. Why did he agree to this?
It was Halloween night and though he was dressed up, he certainly wasn't in the spirit to go around trick or treating. It had been his mother who made him go in the first place.
"You'll meet new friends." she said.
"No." he replied.
"You'll get out for some exercise."
"No."
"You need to do some socializing."
"No."
"You'll get free candy."
"Free candy? Uh...I mean, No!"
After a few tempers and a few shouts, young Heero was 'talked' into going trick or treating. His mother had been persuasive.
Heero rubbed his tiny bottom. Very persuasive...
Why did he have to go anyways? It was just some stupid program where orphans and other rich kids could meet and be 'friends'. Heero figured it was just a way the little spoiled brats rich parents could say they contribute to society, that they give just as much as they take. What was the big deal? Halloween is just a day where you go door to door, asking- no, begging for some candy, secretly hoping the person isn't some wacky lunatic who gave you, the innocent little kid, something more than just candy. Also, why did you have to go door to door? I mean, if people are going to give you free candy, why don't they go to YOUR house and hand to you personally? Not to mention you look like a hobo. Why was it that kids can go around asking for favors while when hobos went around asking for the same thing, they got mean glares and rude comments? They should rename the holiday, Young Hobo Night. Wouldn't that look great on a calendar under the date October 31st?
Heero tugged at his spandex suit.
-What a bunch of bull s***.- Heero thought.
Knock Knock!!
"Heero?" his mother called. "Can you get that for mommy?"
Heero grunted. He swore secretly that if it was one of the kids for the program, he beat them up, steal their candy, and run like hell. To him, this was pointless. It wasn't worth the embarrassment.
As he opened the door, raising his fist, his frown changed into amazement. Their was no stupid geek with a ugly costume, rather, a young girl dressed as an angel. She smiled and handed out her little pumpkin holder already filled with candy.
Her blonde hair seemed to sparkle.
"Trick or treat." she said happily.
Heero stood there, taken aback by her cuteness. As scary as it was, it entranced him. He grabbed the bowl of goodies still watching her, and without realizing it, dumped the whole thing in the girls pail.
The girl blinked. "Um... that's too much."
"Relena!" a young called from the street. "What do you say?"
She smiled at Heero and did a little curtsey. "Thank you so much."
Heero managed a nod.
"Come on!" he called again.
"Okay Zechs!" she turned to leave but looked at Heero again. "Your cute! I like your ninja costume."
With that, she ran off, ready to astound the neighbors with her beauty.
Heero shook his head and smacked himself.
"Stupid girl!" he yelled slamming the door.
"Heero! Don't slam the door!" his mother yelled.
Heero grunted again. -Dumb girl- he thought. -If I ever see her again, I'll push her in mud!-
Knock Knock!
His face lightened up. "She's back!" he opened the door, ready to talk to her when-
"Yo man. What's up?" a small kid walked into his living room. His long braid whacking Heero in the eye.
"Ah!" Heero cried.
"Sorry about that." the boy said. "The names Duo. It looks like I'm in your little group."
Heero glared at the idiot named Duo. From what he looked like, Heero guessed he was dressed as the grim reaper.
Duo walked around and observed the place. He whistled.
"Well, well. Look at the things in this place. It's almost as big as mine."
"So your a rich kid?" Heero asked, looking for his nun chucks.
Duo nodded. "Damn straight."
Heero found the list of his group and looked for Duo's name. When he found it, he looked at the type. He smirked.
"Orphan." he said.
"What's this?" Duo was heard.
Heero looked up just in time to see Duo knock over his mothers favorite vase.
Heero's eyes widened. He dived to stop it from falling.
Duo looked on, somewhat amused.
Heero barely caught it and sighed with relief. He stood up and stared at Duo.
"You idiot! Are you retarded or something?!"
Duo thought for a moment. "Um... what?"
Heero gripped his head in frustration. "You almost knocked over the vase!"
"Yeah but you caught it, so what's the problem?"
Heero looked at him in disbelief.
Just as he was about to smack the little jerk, his mother came in.
"Oh Heero! Who's your new friend?"
Duo smiled. "Hi miss, I'm Duo Maxwell. One of the kids from the organization. Heero here was just showing me your nice looking vase when he almost dropped it. Luckily I caught it before it hit the ground. This kid of yours is some hellion, isn't he? I'd like to say what a lovely house you have and might I add, that is one snazzy outfit you are wearing." He purred.
Heero's jaw dropped.
His mother seemed touched by Duo's fakeness, though, she didn't know he was faking.
"Aren't you the cutest thing?" She said looking at the boy.
Duo smiled as Heero began to hit his head against the wall.
God only knew what the rest of the night would be like.
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