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is our stupid plot written at 3:00 AM in the morning because Uknown Writer
X wouldn't let me (TRF-Chan) sleep -_-'. So don't expect a fricken'
masterpiece.
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One dark and not-so-stormy (more on the heat wave side) night, Trowa and Quatre were driving home from a party at...uh...a place. Yes, a place. You got a problem with it? Write your own story! Anyway, Trowa was rather, ah, drunk. Quatre, being a good boy and all, was sober. Now, 'drunk Trowa' did not process the fact that you can't just go 200 miles, even on an interstate.
"Uh...Trowa?" asked Quatre nervously, "I don't think we should be going this fast...and you aren't supposed to be in the middle of the road..."
Trowa turned around and glared at the blonde, "And just who's driving? Thank-you-very-much! I fought in a WAR and I know how to use it!" he shook his fist sluggishly and let go of the steering wheel. The car began to careen slowly towards a cliff.
Quatre sighed at the vast stupidity his friend was capable of when drunk, then became panicked at the sight of the cliff, "TROWA! TAKE THE STEERING WHEEL!"
"Nu-uh. Not until you say that you're sorry for questioning my ultimate pehnomanal cosmic moon tiara driving powers!"
"Reading Sailor Moon again, huh?"
"And what's it to you?! She's addictive!"
"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! Now get us away from the effing cliff!" Quatre screached.
"Since you asked so nicely..." Trowa neatly turned the car away from the cliff and accidently ran over many small, furry animals as he went back to the road. He stared down at the blood, "That'd come off."
Quatre looked like he was going to be sick, "You hit the bunny, too! How could you?!"
"Whoops," Trowa shrugged apologetically, but didn't really seem that sorry.
"Why don't you let ME drive?" suggested Quatre.
"NO! IT'S MY CAR NOT YOURS, BIATCH!" yelled the normally silent Trowa.
"Um...no? My family owns this car..."
Trowa glared, "It's mine now. Because I say so," he added before Quatre could get in another word. He then took out another bottle of beer and began to sniff it before drinking it all and nearly hitting Quatre in the head when he threw the empty bottle back. It broke a window and went flying out of it.
Quatre suddenly thought he heard something in the distance, "Trowa, I think I hear sirens..."
"Well, they can't be for us!" he sped up the car.
"They're sort of yelling at us to stop now..."
"They've gotta catch us first!" Trowa said. At the words 'gotta catch', Quatre began to unconsciously hum the Pokemon theme song, but he wasn't sure why.
I wanna be the very best,
like no one ever was,
hum de dum de dum
Five beers, a hit pedestrian, and a broken fender later, Trowa was still running from the cops. Of course, now that he was thouroughly wacked, he was YELLING the Pokemon theme song.
"I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST,
LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS,
TO CATCH THEM IS MY REAL TEST,
TO TRAIN THEM IS MY CAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUSE!"
Quatre was afraid his eardrums would split. Also, after one line, Trowa had a nasty habit of switching lanes. Great, not only would Quatre be deaf, but he'd be sick, too.
"I WILL TRAVEL ACROSS THE LAND,
SEARCHING FAR AND WIDE,
EACH POKEMON TO UNDERSTAND,
THE POWER THAT'S IIIIIIINSIIIIIIIIIIIDE!"
"Oh crivens, SHUT UP!" yelled a cop.
After going through the song about fifty times, both in TV and movie remixed version, and having the whole of the Sanq Kingdom police called out on them, both parties were beginning to tire out.
"Quatre," said Trowa seriously, "I have one last plan to get us out of this..."
"Surrender?" suggested Quatre hopefully.
"No," replied Trowa curtly. He made a sharp right turn and moved into the cornfields.
As the roof had been worn from the last hours' trials and there was nothing standing between Quatre and large, evil stocks of corn that wouldn't fail to whip him in the face, he did the only thing he saw fit to do, "Our Father who art in Heaven..." pause, "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
~*~
Sanq Kingdom Prison
"Where are we?" asked Trowa.
"Jail. No thanks to you," grumbled Quatre.
An officer in an official looking unform approached Trowa, "Son, you have red eyes, have you been drinking?" he asked.
Trowa stared at the officer for a minute, "Sir, you have glazed eyes, have you been eating donuts?"
Quatre smacked his head repeatedly against a wall.
~*~
Later...
"Quatre, I am so very, very sorry," said Trowa for what must've been the hundredth time since he'd sobered up.
Quatre forced a smile, "It's alright. Heero will be here to bail us out anytime now...hopefully...he was rather pissed, you know."
~*~
Two days later...
"I think you just may have suffered enough," exclaimed Heero Yuy, coming to collect his two friends.
When they got outside, Quatre and Trowa ganged up on Heero, "Yeah. And we'll make sure YOU suffer for keeping us there!"
The End!
Or IS it?
*Twilight zone music*
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One dark and not-so-stormy (more on the heat wave side) night, Trowa and Quatre were driving home from a party at...uh...a place. Yes, a place. You got a problem with it? Write your own story! Anyway, Trowa was rather, ah, drunk. Quatre, being a good boy and all, was sober. Now, 'drunk Trowa' did not process the fact that you can't just go 200 miles, even on an interstate.
"Uh...Trowa?" asked Quatre nervously, "I don't think we should be going this fast...and you aren't supposed to be in the middle of the road..."
Trowa turned around and glared at the blonde, "And just who's driving? Thank-you-very-much! I fought in a WAR and I know how to use it!" he shook his fist sluggishly and let go of the steering wheel. The car began to careen slowly towards a cliff.
Quatre sighed at the vast stupidity his friend was capable of when drunk, then became panicked at the sight of the cliff, "TROWA! TAKE THE STEERING WHEEL!"
"Nu-uh. Not until you say that you're sorry for questioning my ultimate pehnomanal cosmic moon tiara driving powers!"
"Reading Sailor Moon again, huh?"
"And what's it to you?! She's addictive!"
"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! Now get us away from the effing cliff!" Quatre screached.
"Since you asked so nicely..." Trowa neatly turned the car away from the cliff and accidently ran over many small, furry animals as he went back to the road. He stared down at the blood, "That'd come off."
Quatre looked like he was going to be sick, "You hit the bunny, too! How could you?!"
"Whoops," Trowa shrugged apologetically, but didn't really seem that sorry.
"Why don't you let ME drive?" suggested Quatre.
"NO! IT'S MY CAR NOT YOURS, BIATCH!" yelled the normally silent Trowa.
"Um...no? My family owns this car..."
Trowa glared, "It's mine now. Because I say so," he added before Quatre could get in another word. He then took out another bottle of beer and began to sniff it before drinking it all and nearly hitting Quatre in the head when he threw the empty bottle back. It broke a window and went flying out of it.
Quatre suddenly thought he heard something in the distance, "Trowa, I think I hear sirens..."
"Well, they can't be for us!" he sped up the car.
"They're sort of yelling at us to stop now..."
"They've gotta catch us first!" Trowa said. At the words 'gotta catch', Quatre began to unconsciously hum the Pokemon theme song, but he wasn't sure why.
I wanna be the very best,
like no one ever was,
hum de dum de dum
Five beers, a hit pedestrian, and a broken fender later, Trowa was still running from the cops. Of course, now that he was thouroughly wacked, he was YELLING the Pokemon theme song.
"I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST,
LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS,
TO CATCH THEM IS MY REAL TEST,
TO TRAIN THEM IS MY CAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUSE!"
Quatre was afraid his eardrums would split. Also, after one line, Trowa had a nasty habit of switching lanes. Great, not only would Quatre be deaf, but he'd be sick, too.
"I WILL TRAVEL ACROSS THE LAND,
SEARCHING FAR AND WIDE,
EACH POKEMON TO UNDERSTAND,
THE POWER THAT'S IIIIIIINSIIIIIIIIIIIDE!"
"Oh crivens, SHUT UP!" yelled a cop.
After going through the song about fifty times, both in TV and movie remixed version, and having the whole of the Sanq Kingdom police called out on them, both parties were beginning to tire out.
"Quatre," said Trowa seriously, "I have one last plan to get us out of this..."
"Surrender?" suggested Quatre hopefully.
"No," replied Trowa curtly. He made a sharp right turn and moved into the cornfields.
As the roof had been worn from the last hours' trials and there was nothing standing between Quatre and large, evil stocks of corn that wouldn't fail to whip him in the face, he did the only thing he saw fit to do, "Our Father who art in Heaven..." pause, "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
~*~
Sanq Kingdom Prison
"Where are we?" asked Trowa.
"Jail. No thanks to you," grumbled Quatre.
An officer in an official looking unform approached Trowa, "Son, you have red eyes, have you been drinking?" he asked.
Trowa stared at the officer for a minute, "Sir, you have glazed eyes, have you been eating donuts?"
Quatre smacked his head repeatedly against a wall.
~*~
Later...
"Quatre, I am so very, very sorry," said Trowa for what must've been the hundredth time since he'd sobered up.
Quatre forced a smile, "It's alright. Heero will be here to bail us out anytime now...hopefully...he was rather pissed, you know."
~*~
Two days later...
"I think you just may have suffered enough," exclaimed Heero Yuy, coming to collect his two friends.
When they got outside, Quatre and Trowa ganged up on Heero, "Yeah. And we'll make sure YOU suffer for keeping us there!"
The End!
Or IS it?
*Twilight zone music*