A day in the life of Quatre
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Uh...huh? BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Ugh. I rolled over, listening to the alarm clock that started my twenty-seven hour day. Why?!?!!!!?? Slowly, I groped for the alarm clock. It wasn't hard to find, seeing as it glowed neon green. Duo's present to all the Gundam pilots was one of these alarm clocks, and only I managed to lower the decibal of the buzz. (With a little rum, you can do ANYTHING!!) I tried to be careful, seeing as I shared a room with Trowa, A.K.A. man who has a very big obsession with knifes. Soon I successfully navigated my hand through the dangers of the silver forest, and pressed the OFF button on the damnation called an alarm clock. The buzzing abrubtly halted, and I sighed in relief, letting my hand drop.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My precious hand had been impaled on one of Trowa's STUPID KNIFES!!!! This awoke Trowa instantly, and fortunately/ unfortunately the rest of the house as well. Within seconds the whole room was filled with Gundam pilots. "What-what's the matter?" asked a sleepy Wufei, trying to stifle a yawn.
If I wasn't in so much pain, I would have laughed. Wufei was wearing a pajama suit with little chromatic dragons flying all over them. He barely managed to support himself on his katana. Duo was leaning on Heero in teddy bear pajamas-emphasis on was-that is until Heero woke up enough to push him off, where he landed on the floor, face first.. Heero, by the way, was wearing (A/N: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!) a plain white shirt with jeans and BUNNY SLIPPERS??!!!??!!! This was too much. To make this sideshow worse, Trowa had woken up and uh...he didn't have any gel on his bang...at all.
"Hey what's with all the noise?" asked Trowa.
Everyone besides Trowa screamed. Duo had enough sense to run out of the room saying the devil had risen from hell-or something. Wufei blacked out and Heero just stood there. He stared at Trowa for a while, then blinked, looked all around him, then back at Trowa. After about 20 minutes, he shrugged his shoulders and went back to his room. I could have sworn he walked slightly faster than normal.
After putting enough peroxide and bandages on my hand to patch up the ozone layer, Trowa went back to sleep on the bed next to mine. (A/N:the nightstand was inbetween the beds.)
I sighed. It wasn't even five am. (Duo's stu- erm... nicely wrapped alarm clocks are set for 4:00 in the morning. Non-negotiable. sigh)
Two hours later I woke up to the sound of Duo singing. I shuddered. He sings loud enough so everyone can hear. Everyone. Trowa, luckily, had set up a little plan for Duo. He walked out of the room with an odd smile on his face. (Hair was fixed. Whew.) There was a sound of a toilet flush, then I bolted out of bed. The most horrible sound in the world (Yes, worse than Duo's singing) Echoed through the house. Now that I think back on it, it was probably Duo screaming. Well...whatever it was, it was scary. Take the sound of a banshee's scream, a cat's screech, the sound a car makes when someone slams on the brakes suddenly, and the sound of nails grating on a chalkboard. Now throw it in a blender. Even that doesn't compare to the sound that echoed through the house and still haunts me in my dreams.
Five seconds later, Duo stumbled out of the bathroom, cold and shivering. "Trowa!!!!" I stifled a laugh. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wufei slapping money into a grinning Trowa's hands. Hmmm...
Chapter End. How'd you like? Maybe if I feel good enough, I write another chapter. Maybe.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Uh...huh? BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Ugh. I rolled over, listening to the alarm clock that started my twenty-seven hour day. Why?!?!!!!?? Slowly, I groped for the alarm clock. It wasn't hard to find, seeing as it glowed neon green. Duo's present to all the Gundam pilots was one of these alarm clocks, and only I managed to lower the decibal of the buzz. (With a little rum, you can do ANYTHING!!) I tried to be careful, seeing as I shared a room with Trowa, A.K.A. man who has a very big obsession with knifes. Soon I successfully navigated my hand through the dangers of the silver forest, and pressed the OFF button on the damnation called an alarm clock. The buzzing abrubtly halted, and I sighed in relief, letting my hand drop.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" My precious hand had been impaled on one of Trowa's STUPID KNIFES!!!! This awoke Trowa instantly, and fortunately/ unfortunately the rest of the house as well. Within seconds the whole room was filled with Gundam pilots. "What-what's the matter?" asked a sleepy Wufei, trying to stifle a yawn.
If I wasn't in so much pain, I would have laughed. Wufei was wearing a pajama suit with little chromatic dragons flying all over them. He barely managed to support himself on his katana. Duo was leaning on Heero in teddy bear pajamas-emphasis on was-that is until Heero woke up enough to push him off, where he landed on the floor, face first.. Heero, by the way, was wearing (A/N: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!) a plain white shirt with jeans and BUNNY SLIPPERS??!!!??!!! This was too much. To make this sideshow worse, Trowa had woken up and uh...he didn't have any gel on his bang...at all.
"Hey what's with all the noise?" asked Trowa.
Everyone besides Trowa screamed. Duo had enough sense to run out of the room saying the devil had risen from hell-or something. Wufei blacked out and Heero just stood there. He stared at Trowa for a while, then blinked, looked all around him, then back at Trowa. After about 20 minutes, he shrugged his shoulders and went back to his room. I could have sworn he walked slightly faster than normal.
After putting enough peroxide and bandages on my hand to patch up the ozone layer, Trowa went back to sleep on the bed next to mine. (A/N:the nightstand was inbetween the beds.)
I sighed. It wasn't even five am. (Duo's stu- erm... nicely wrapped alarm clocks are set for 4:00 in the morning. Non-negotiable. sigh)
Two hours later I woke up to the sound of Duo singing. I shuddered. He sings loud enough so everyone can hear. Everyone. Trowa, luckily, had set up a little plan for Duo. He walked out of the room with an odd smile on his face. (Hair was fixed. Whew.) There was a sound of a toilet flush, then I bolted out of bed. The most horrible sound in the world (Yes, worse than Duo's singing) Echoed through the house. Now that I think back on it, it was probably Duo screaming. Well...whatever it was, it was scary. Take the sound of a banshee's scream, a cat's screech, the sound a car makes when someone slams on the brakes suddenly, and the sound of nails grating on a chalkboard. Now throw it in a blender. Even that doesn't compare to the sound that echoed through the house and still haunts me in my dreams.
Five seconds later, Duo stumbled out of the bathroom, cold and shivering. "Trowa!!!!" I stifled a laugh. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wufei slapping money into a grinning Trowa's hands. Hmmm...
Chapter End. How'd you like? Maybe if I feel good enough, I write another chapter. Maybe.