A/N: This is just me, once again, being a naughty little procrastinator. Now, to explain this. Our poor G-boys are sent to a therapist after the war, and they have 'homework' each night or so, which is to write about something or other. This is their homework, NOT letters to actual people or something like that. OK. On with the story!
Warnings: Profanity, yaoi hinting, and all-around naughty, pissed-off Duo.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys.
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Journals
Entry 1
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This is being written so others may evaluate my emotional and psychological well-being. I have been instructed to report about one event in the last twenty-four hours that has caused me irritation, and how I reacted. Then, I am to explain why I reacted as such.
The most recent of these events would be when Duo Maxwell stole my laptop and wrote, "I love Relena" over the cover in pink sparkles and glue, along with several X's and O's, which I have yet to identify as any known code. My reaction was to grab my gun and chase 02 around the grounds of our house until dinner, which was approximately thirty-eight minutes. This is a normal exercise in my day.
My reaction was this for two reasons. The first, is that Duo stole my things without asking. The second, is that it had "I love Relena" written on it. All he had to do was ask for the laptop. I would have said no, and the discussion would be completed. What truly distresses me is the fact that Duo never lies, but wrote "I love Relena". I find this an interesting, yet disturbing paradox, as he either loves Relena, or believes I do.
I am under the belief it is the second. I shall have to correct this.
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Dear Journal,
Hello! My name is Quatre Rabera Winner. I have twenty-nine sisters, and both my parents are now dead, along with one of my sisters, Iria. I was brought up in a pacifist family, but my own ideals have led me to where I am today. I live in one of my mansions with the others (Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei), and am the head of Winner Enterprises.
I guess I should get on to my assignment, now that I've introduced myself.
One thing that upset me today was when Trowa was the only person to show up for my breakfast. I know I'm not the best cook, but I am much better than during the war. But, it did give me time with just Trowa.
And, I guess I should say that in here too. I am in love with Trowa Barton, another boy. Is that strange? I can't really tell.
Anyway, I cooked for both of us, and then we both went out golfing. Trowa's a horrible golfer, so it was very enjoyable. But, I guess that means it didn't really upset me that much. Oh well. I'm used to it. Wufei was already out, anyway, and Heero was working, and Duo...he's dangerous before eleven.
I think I need to talk to the groundskeeper concerning the golf course. It seems strange that I have a golf course and didn't know about it until last night.
I have to go, Duo's stolen Heero's laptop again, and we're all out of pink glue.
Sincerely,
Quatre
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Something that upset me today was when Wufei tried to get some explosives for the therapist's house. Three times. I stopped him, because blowing people up is not a good thing to do for no real reason. Wufei needs the therapy. I think we're all fine, except him.
(Note to self: Take Quatre golfing more. Hip-swivels when he swings.)
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Injustice!
Threatening to take my Nataku away if I fail to attend that onna's sessions will not go unpunished! That is what upset me. Nataku is MINE!
Trowa stopped me from getting the explosives out of the shed three times. That also upset me. He's stronger than he looks, but if I'd had my katana...I reacted as such because NOBODY takes my Nataku!
It is only just and honorable that I avenge this wrong by exploding the therapist onna. Maxell is considering collaboration, as well.
One day, onna. One day.
Chang Wufei
(Call me Wu-man, and I'll slice your tongue in half.)
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Therapist Bitch,
Hi. I sure as hell aren't going to talk to you, so you can just shove this paper into a rocket launcher and shove THAT up your butt, since it'll be pretty damn easy to put just a wad of it. I mean, you've probably got lots of practice what with shoving a stick up there every night. God knows you sure as hell ain't getting anything else shoved into you, Fish-face. I bet even the vibrators run.
Something that pissed me off today? You. Reaction? Plotting to help Wufei blow you up. Oh, yes. Part of the Save Us From The Ugly Thing movement. Why'd I react this way? Why the fuck not?
And you know something else? You're wrong. About everything. I don't care if he loves me. I don't care if I love him. He likes the Pink Bitch, anyway. So shut up, or I'll MAKE you shut up. And I do NOT lie.
Duo
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A/N: And there's the first few. Hooray! Now, I'm going back to my homework! Not hooray. If you like it, please review and say so. Thanks for reading!