Disclaimer: I still own nothing! All I own is my insanity!!! I did borrow
the 'barnacalized' term from Dead Blush's Common Ground fic.
Warnings: Umm, I think it's safe. Except for that damned horny Quatre.
Author's Note: Stealing scenes straight from the book a bit here. Inspiration isn't being very...um, inspirational. ::curses her muses...who simply meow at her:: Damned cats... And I couldn't think of a single damn over sexed anime character to use! Horrifying, ne?
Chapter 7
Ok, everyone! Let's all imitate Relena! On the count of three...1...2...3 "HEERO! COME AND KILL ME!!!" Heero keeled over, twitching in shock. Wasn't that fun? Ok, time to stop picking on our poor baby. "Damn right, I think my ears are bleeding!" "Fine, fine. We'll move on. You'll love this next part." Heero glared, not liking the sound of that one bit.
The landscape was changing dramatically. Not that it got any less pink, but it was at least making the attempt to look more menacing. The pink hills were looking more craggy, large fissures split the pink ground, and hanging in the not too distant...um...distance was a huge dark grey storm cloud. Heero would have liked to avoid it, but the surrounding hills were closing in and left him no choice.
The instant he stepped into the storm he was soaked to the skin. Voices echoed all around as bodies were blown past him by the fierce winds. Heero nearly suffered a Wufei-like nosebleed at what they were saying. Someone smacked right into Heero, bad idea. Hand gripping the rain-slicked gun, Heero pointed it right between the offender's eyes. "Omae o korosu!" The young man looked up, "Why Heero, I didn't know you cared!" Eyes widening, Heero lowered the gun slightly. "Quatre?!" It looked like the Arabian pilot. But the way his hands were groping Heero's backside was not at all like Quatre. The gun was instantly raised again and pressed against the blonde's head. "Get your hands off of me!"
The storm had moved during the time Heero was brandishing his gun at the possible Quatre and they were left standing on soggy ground and no longer being rained upon. Heero finally got a good look at his molester. The face still looked like Quatre, as did the height. But after that, he looked nothing like the Sandrock pilot. His pale hair was tied in a long, low ponytail and in place of his usual pink shirt and purple vest was a lot of mesh, leather, and metal studs.
"Mmm, thanks for getting me out of there," The Quatre opposite slid up against a very shocked Heero and wrapped his arms around him. "Want me to thank you?" The Japanese pilot's eyes grew to the size of saucers as he tried to disengage himself from the horny blonde. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing?!?!?!" He'd been barnacalized by Relena before, but this was completely different. The leather clad horndog had a much stronger grip than Relena could ever dream of. "Let go of me!!!!"
"But Heero, you got me out of Heel for the Lustful. I have to do something for you." Hell for the Lustful has obviously not been remodeled yet. To which I am sure everyone is grateful. Except Heero, because Duo is the only one who is supposed to be grabbing him in this manner. The last question Heero had asked finally sank into the blonde's mind. "I'm Quatre silly!" He smirked, "Just from a different universe." Something went click in the back of Heero's mind and it made sense...sort of. For now he was just busy swatting the Alternate Quatre's hands away from his 'special area'. "Then what are you doing here?" Leather Lad grinned impishly, "What would you like me to be doing?" Heero was ready to pull out his hair, this was going absolutely nowhere. He replaced his gun in that still yet undetermined place upon his personage and trudged on, all but dragging Alternate Quatre along with him.
After a while, Quatre finally let go and was walking on his own. Though he was still making innuendos and eyeing Heero's...spandex. "You know, you're really sexy when your eye twitches like that." Heero said nothing, instead groaning at the sight of another sickly pink river stretched out in front of them. "Dammit!! Not again!" A.Q., on the other hand, perked up. "Hey! Let's go skinny dipping!" As he began to remove what little clothing he was wearing a gunshot rang out. Both boys turned their heads upriver where something akin to a paddle wheeler was grounded in the shallows. "There's two more out here!" The silhouette in the window was joined by two more. As Heero got closer to the boat he could make them out. "What are you doing here?" Trowa's one visible eye blinked, taking first Heero and then...Quatre? "Yuy? What the hell?" Heero looked suspiciously at Wufei once he had reached the boat. He vaulted the railing and proceeded to pull Wu's ponytail, poke him in the chest, and tried to look down his pants.
"KISAMA! What do you think you're doing??" Looking as though nothing had happened, Heero simply said, "Hn, just checking." Duo gasped, "Just checking what?! Why are you looking down Wu-man's pants?" Everyone looked at Duo. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else right now?" Pilot 02 looked embarrassed, "Oh, right! Gomen." And poof, he was gone. "Hey, that looked like fun!" The longhaired Quatre joined the others on the deck and grabbed Wufei by the waistband of his pants. "Who's that?" Regular Quatre, wearing his pink shirt and purple vest for River Trips in Hell (which really look no different from the others...and why does he have some for such an occasion anyway?) was eyeing his other self. The Other Quatre let go of Wu wu, who looked like he was either going to faint or kill someone, and stood face to face with the Quatre we all know and love. It was kinda freaky looking to say the least. Trowa's eye kept going back and forth between the two, his face going pink and rapidly shading to red. Too much of a good thing.
They all stood in that freeze frame until their legs began to cramp. Then A.Q. leaned forward and kissed his Non-AU self. ACK!! "That's not what you're supposed to do!" Black clad Quatre blinked, "But I'm so cute! I couldn't help it!" Everyone else fell over. "You're not gonna let me end this chapter are you?" The Author whined. Heero had gotten up first. "Yes, just end it already before I have to kill someone!" He glared his famous Death Glare (TM). "That is if you'll ever let me! This story isn't bloody at all! I thought there was going to be blood and mayhem!" The Authored sighed, "You'll get to kill a whole bunch of people soon. Happy now? Can I go?" Everyone took a few steps away from Heero as his eyes lit up at the thought of murder death kill. "Yeah, go away."
A/N: TSUBASA!!!! Tsubasa, Tsubasa, Tsubasa!!!!!!!!!!!!! Has anyone else read it yet? If not go!! BUY IT NOW!!!! hehehe
Warnings: Umm, I think it's safe. Except for that damned horny Quatre.
Author's Note: Stealing scenes straight from the book a bit here. Inspiration isn't being very...um, inspirational. ::curses her muses...who simply meow at her:: Damned cats... And I couldn't think of a single damn over sexed anime character to use! Horrifying, ne?
Chapter 7
Ok, everyone! Let's all imitate Relena! On the count of three...1...2...3 "HEERO! COME AND KILL ME!!!" Heero keeled over, twitching in shock. Wasn't that fun? Ok, time to stop picking on our poor baby. "Damn right, I think my ears are bleeding!" "Fine, fine. We'll move on. You'll love this next part." Heero glared, not liking the sound of that one bit.
The landscape was changing dramatically. Not that it got any less pink, but it was at least making the attempt to look more menacing. The pink hills were looking more craggy, large fissures split the pink ground, and hanging in the not too distant...um...distance was a huge dark grey storm cloud. Heero would have liked to avoid it, but the surrounding hills were closing in and left him no choice.
The instant he stepped into the storm he was soaked to the skin. Voices echoed all around as bodies were blown past him by the fierce winds. Heero nearly suffered a Wufei-like nosebleed at what they were saying. Someone smacked right into Heero, bad idea. Hand gripping the rain-slicked gun, Heero pointed it right between the offender's eyes. "Omae o korosu!" The young man looked up, "Why Heero, I didn't know you cared!" Eyes widening, Heero lowered the gun slightly. "Quatre?!" It looked like the Arabian pilot. But the way his hands were groping Heero's backside was not at all like Quatre. The gun was instantly raised again and pressed against the blonde's head. "Get your hands off of me!"
The storm had moved during the time Heero was brandishing his gun at the possible Quatre and they were left standing on soggy ground and no longer being rained upon. Heero finally got a good look at his molester. The face still looked like Quatre, as did the height. But after that, he looked nothing like the Sandrock pilot. His pale hair was tied in a long, low ponytail and in place of his usual pink shirt and purple vest was a lot of mesh, leather, and metal studs.
"Mmm, thanks for getting me out of there," The Quatre opposite slid up against a very shocked Heero and wrapped his arms around him. "Want me to thank you?" The Japanese pilot's eyes grew to the size of saucers as he tried to disengage himself from the horny blonde. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing?!?!?!" He'd been barnacalized by Relena before, but this was completely different. The leather clad horndog had a much stronger grip than Relena could ever dream of. "Let go of me!!!!"
"But Heero, you got me out of Heel for the Lustful. I have to do something for you." Hell for the Lustful has obviously not been remodeled yet. To which I am sure everyone is grateful. Except Heero, because Duo is the only one who is supposed to be grabbing him in this manner. The last question Heero had asked finally sank into the blonde's mind. "I'm Quatre silly!" He smirked, "Just from a different universe." Something went click in the back of Heero's mind and it made sense...sort of. For now he was just busy swatting the Alternate Quatre's hands away from his 'special area'. "Then what are you doing here?" Leather Lad grinned impishly, "What would you like me to be doing?" Heero was ready to pull out his hair, this was going absolutely nowhere. He replaced his gun in that still yet undetermined place upon his personage and trudged on, all but dragging Alternate Quatre along with him.
After a while, Quatre finally let go and was walking on his own. Though he was still making innuendos and eyeing Heero's...spandex. "You know, you're really sexy when your eye twitches like that." Heero said nothing, instead groaning at the sight of another sickly pink river stretched out in front of them. "Dammit!! Not again!" A.Q., on the other hand, perked up. "Hey! Let's go skinny dipping!" As he began to remove what little clothing he was wearing a gunshot rang out. Both boys turned their heads upriver where something akin to a paddle wheeler was grounded in the shallows. "There's two more out here!" The silhouette in the window was joined by two more. As Heero got closer to the boat he could make them out. "What are you doing here?" Trowa's one visible eye blinked, taking first Heero and then...Quatre? "Yuy? What the hell?" Heero looked suspiciously at Wufei once he had reached the boat. He vaulted the railing and proceeded to pull Wu's ponytail, poke him in the chest, and tried to look down his pants.
"KISAMA! What do you think you're doing??" Looking as though nothing had happened, Heero simply said, "Hn, just checking." Duo gasped, "Just checking what?! Why are you looking down Wu-man's pants?" Everyone looked at Duo. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else right now?" Pilot 02 looked embarrassed, "Oh, right! Gomen." And poof, he was gone. "Hey, that looked like fun!" The longhaired Quatre joined the others on the deck and grabbed Wufei by the waistband of his pants. "Who's that?" Regular Quatre, wearing his pink shirt and purple vest for River Trips in Hell (which really look no different from the others...and why does he have some for such an occasion anyway?) was eyeing his other self. The Other Quatre let go of Wu wu, who looked like he was either going to faint or kill someone, and stood face to face with the Quatre we all know and love. It was kinda freaky looking to say the least. Trowa's eye kept going back and forth between the two, his face going pink and rapidly shading to red. Too much of a good thing.
They all stood in that freeze frame until their legs began to cramp. Then A.Q. leaned forward and kissed his Non-AU self. ACK!! "That's not what you're supposed to do!" Black clad Quatre blinked, "But I'm so cute! I couldn't help it!" Everyone else fell over. "You're not gonna let me end this chapter are you?" The Author whined. Heero had gotten up first. "Yes, just end it already before I have to kill someone!" He glared his famous Death Glare (TM). "That is if you'll ever let me! This story isn't bloody at all! I thought there was going to be blood and mayhem!" The Authored sighed, "You'll get to kill a whole bunch of people soon. Happy now? Can I go?" Everyone took a few steps away from Heero as his eyes lit up at the thought of murder death kill. "Yeah, go away."
A/N: TSUBASA!!!! Tsubasa, Tsubasa, Tsubasa!!!!!!!!!!!!! Has anyone else read it yet? If not go!! BUY IT NOW!!!! hehehe