Shouri: Here ya go! Chapter 4! Yish, I'm cranking them out, aren't I? They aren't very long, but this is much closer to my old writing speed than anything I have been accomplishing lately... Anywho, I hope you enjoy, as we all know I don't own GW, or else I'd be rich and making more of the series 'cause it's to darn short! Read on, peoples, I hope you like!
ROADTRIP!
Chapter 4
It turns out that Heero didn't plan on murdering their American comrade, as Quatre had worried. Nor did he plan to remove his braid in punishment, as Wufei had suggested in a half-serious manner.
In fact, all Heero did was drag Duo into the backseat, crushing a protesting Wufei as he forcibly maneuvered the second pilot into position using a grip on his braid near the base of his neck.
Then, ignoring Wufei's vehement protests and Duo's whining, he had awkwardly climbed into the front seat and deposited himself into a very relieved Trowa's lap. The tall pilot's face visibly displayed his emotions as the somewhat heavier, but much more composed, pilot replaced Duo in his lap.
For Heero's part, he sets himself on the lanky teen's thighs, angled towards Quatre with his legs to one side, and with his body a comfortable distance from Trowa's chest and much abused stomach. Trowa sighs in relief at the thought of no longer having bony shoulders pressing into his chest and interfering with his breathing.
In the back, Wufei is growling and cursing in approximately 7 different languages that Quatre can positively identify, and several others that he isn't so sure about. Duo is whining at him as he twists and shoves, trying to get comfortable with Wufei refusing to let either of them sit in the other's lap.
Unsure if he should be relieved or even more nervous, Quatre slowly inches back out onto the road and resumes driving down the long barren highway. Almost immediately he perks up, as the incessant shift, squeak, gasp combination is no longer present. With a sigh, Quatre relaxes for the first time in several hours.
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"Maxwell, stop wiggling!"
"But I'm uncomfortable!"
"And you think I'm not! Stop being weak and sit still!"
"I can't Wufei, I'm uncomfortable!"
"Maxwell! Whining about it fixes nothing!"
A short pause in the voices. Stillness for a few moments, and then a loud thump as Duo kicks the back of Quatre's chair as he twists violently in his seat.
"DUO!" Wufei yelps, before letting out a long string of curses.
"Sorry, Wufei!" Duo chirps, and everything falls quiet for a few more moments.
"Duo, stop touching me!" Wufei hisses.
"I can't help it, Wu! There's no room back here!"
"Maxwell, I do not mean stop leaning against me, I mean stop touching me!" Wufei half-shouts and Quatre can see his face burning in the rearview mirror. Heero turns his head and grunts.
"Duo, remove your hand from Chang's crotch." Heero says without emotion or inflection. Wufei glares at him. Duo merely smiles an oh-so-innocent smile and lifts the offending appendage.
"Oh that! Sorry Wufei!" Duo chirps, before looking out the window and ignoring Wufei's glare. Quatre grits his teeth.
'Allah, could this ride get any longer?' He mourns mentally, before once again attempting to concentrate on the road.
Shouri: Hey guys... I hope you realize that regardless of the fact that I seem to be cranking out this entire fic without any feedback... which I am, by the way... I would still like reviews. They encourage me, and they help me become stronger as a writer. And if I get stronger as a writer, I may be able to throw something bigger at that darn dam thats blocking me from writing Demon's In Our Midst... So please review! It will be much appreciated!
Tankiwa! Ja ne!
