Title: Escape Tactics (4/5)
Author: Mistress Tsunami )
Archive: If you wan, just ask, although I dun kno why you would wan Pairings: 2x5, 1x5, 1x2x5, 3x4, and 2x? (guess who! Oh, and is it really there? If it is, where? Wanna know what you guys think, even tho I 'lready got it planned out)
Warnings: Umm...just general wierdness? I had nothing better to do kinda wierdness? Really...umm, strange wierdness? Rating: G Feedback: see this? it's an ice cream gun. it goes off in yo face if you don't give me feedback.
Notes: scene change. BOOM emphasis.
Escape Tactics 4/5
And three more seasons lived and died, and winter came again...
And still Duo did not know...
Quatre rubbed his hands together, breathing into them for warmth. While niether him nor Duo had been handcuffed - a big improvement from when he had been captured alone a year or two ago - they were still standing outside in the snow.
Niether of them had been injured, but they were both freezing cold. Duo pulled his cap down lower to cover his ears. "Yo metalheads!" he called. "Ya gonna let us in or are ya gonna leave us out here to freeze our butts off!"
Amazingly enough, at his remark Zechs walked out. "Well well, if it isn't Duo. Good to see you whole and healthy this time, I'm sure."
"Whatever man, but I'm cold."
"I'm guessing that you would both like a hot shower?"
Quatre was shocked, but his diplomatic skills kicked in almost immediatly, even if his expression didn't match his words. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble..." he mumbled. He couldn't say anymore as he was yanked - no, dragged - inside by Duo.
Zechs led them to a large bath already filled to the brim with steaming water and then left them alone.
They took their bath in silence for once, and Quatre got the feeling that Duo was saving his energy for something.
The tracker had stopped.
They knew which base. They had a general layout of the base already (thanks to a certain paranoid, computer-hacking soldier). They knew their objective.
They were an unstoppable force.
They were about to get the surprise of their lives.
Things are not always what they seem.
Heero crawled through the air ducts as quietly as possible, Wufei following his just as silently, if not more. Both were quite upset about the fact that they weren't able to reveal their ahem secret to Duo before this had happened. Again.
Heero peered through the vents whenever possible, looking for Duo. They had found Quatre a while earlier, but, upon silent agreement, decieded it best to let sleeping boys lie.
Then Heero stopped. Wufei crashed into him, not expecting the sudden change.
"Ow! Hee-chan! What's going on?"
"Shh. I heard something."
"Ahead?"
"Below."
Wufei listened. He heard a squeak, then a cheer, followed by two chorusing groans. Behind it all was a constant background drumming noise that followed no apparent pattern.
Wufei scowled, punching air.
His shift in weight caused the duct to groan loudly.
Then squeak.
Next thing they knew, they were on the floor staring up at one quietly smirking and two laughing faces. Heero began to sit up, then realized that doing so caused Wufei to sit up straddling his waist, and so conviently blushed halfway through the process.
"Umm...oops."
Duo burst out laughing.
Heero took a moment to identify just what everybody was wearing.
Zechs had on what looked like Trowa's tee and a pair of loose OZ pants that had been rolled up. He was also wearing sneakers. Very stylish sneakers.
Trieze had on an apparent copy of Heero's tee (there was no way he could have fit into the orginal, was there?). He wore the same type of pants as Zechs, Wufei's sash was tied around his forehead like a headband (the injustice!), and he sported another pair of stylish sneakers, in another style.
Duo was just Duo, without his usual black jacket. And he was holding a...basketball?
Now the author would like to mention that, yes, the pair had fallen on to a basketball court.
Yes, it had been two-on-one basketball.
Yes, they had taken the clothes because the OZ uniforms had been too freaking hot.
Both promptly fainted from the sheer stupidity of it.
Neither questioned Duo's desions on how to escape an OZ base ever again.
And somewhere, Quatre was wondering just when Trowa was going to get around to saving him.
Author: Mistress Tsunami )
Archive: If you wan, just ask, although I dun kno why you would wan Pairings: 2x5, 1x5, 1x2x5, 3x4, and 2x? (guess who! Oh, and is it really there? If it is, where? Wanna know what you guys think, even tho I 'lready got it planned out)
Warnings: Umm...just general wierdness? I had nothing better to do kinda wierdness? Really...umm, strange wierdness? Rating: G Feedback: see this? it's an ice cream gun. it goes off in yo face if you don't give me feedback.
Notes: scene change. BOOM emphasis.
Escape Tactics 4/5
And three more seasons lived and died, and winter came again...
And still Duo did not know...
Quatre rubbed his hands together, breathing into them for warmth. While niether him nor Duo had been handcuffed - a big improvement from when he had been captured alone a year or two ago - they were still standing outside in the snow.
Niether of them had been injured, but they were both freezing cold. Duo pulled his cap down lower to cover his ears. "Yo metalheads!" he called. "Ya gonna let us in or are ya gonna leave us out here to freeze our butts off!"
Amazingly enough, at his remark Zechs walked out. "Well well, if it isn't Duo. Good to see you whole and healthy this time, I'm sure."
"Whatever man, but I'm cold."
"I'm guessing that you would both like a hot shower?"
Quatre was shocked, but his diplomatic skills kicked in almost immediatly, even if his expression didn't match his words. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble..." he mumbled. He couldn't say anymore as he was yanked - no, dragged - inside by Duo.
Zechs led them to a large bath already filled to the brim with steaming water and then left them alone.
They took their bath in silence for once, and Quatre got the feeling that Duo was saving his energy for something.
The tracker had stopped.
They knew which base. They had a general layout of the base already (thanks to a certain paranoid, computer-hacking soldier). They knew their objective.
They were an unstoppable force.
They were about to get the surprise of their lives.
Things are not always what they seem.
Heero crawled through the air ducts as quietly as possible, Wufei following his just as silently, if not more. Both were quite upset about the fact that they weren't able to reveal their ahem secret to Duo before this had happened. Again.
Heero peered through the vents whenever possible, looking for Duo. They had found Quatre a while earlier, but, upon silent agreement, decieded it best to let sleeping boys lie.
Then Heero stopped. Wufei crashed into him, not expecting the sudden change.
"Ow! Hee-chan! What's going on?"
"Shh. I heard something."
"Ahead?"
"Below."
Wufei listened. He heard a squeak, then a cheer, followed by two chorusing groans. Behind it all was a constant background drumming noise that followed no apparent pattern.
Wufei scowled, punching air.
His shift in weight caused the duct to groan loudly.
Then squeak.
Next thing they knew, they were on the floor staring up at one quietly smirking and two laughing faces. Heero began to sit up, then realized that doing so caused Wufei to sit up straddling his waist, and so conviently blushed halfway through the process.
"Umm...oops."
Duo burst out laughing.
Heero took a moment to identify just what everybody was wearing.
Zechs had on what looked like Trowa's tee and a pair of loose OZ pants that had been rolled up. He was also wearing sneakers. Very stylish sneakers.
Trieze had on an apparent copy of Heero's tee (there was no way he could have fit into the orginal, was there?). He wore the same type of pants as Zechs, Wufei's sash was tied around his forehead like a headband (the injustice!), and he sported another pair of stylish sneakers, in another style.
Duo was just Duo, without his usual black jacket. And he was holding a...basketball?
Now the author would like to mention that, yes, the pair had fallen on to a basketball court.
Yes, it had been two-on-one basketball.
Yes, they had taken the clothes because the OZ uniforms had been too freaking hot.
Both promptly fainted from the sheer stupidity of it.
Neither questioned Duo's desions on how to escape an OZ base ever again.
And somewhere, Quatre was wondering just when Trowa was going to get around to saving him.
