A/N: I'm back! And... I don't have an excuse for my slow updatedness. I'm really sorry! But thanks so much for all ur reviews! They really do help me! Okie-dokie, enough waiting! Here's chapter 15!!

Is That A Challenge?

"Are you sure you guys can handle this?" Hilde leaned against the bathroom's doorpost facing the hallway. "I mean, every time Duo and Heero get a bath, you guys screw it up... somehow."

Quatre wrinkled his nose; not from Hilde's remark, but from the unpleasant smell coming from Duo's... dirty diaper. Meanwhile, Duo howled in protest from the blonde's cold hands.

"How hard can it be to give two babies a bath?"

Wufei turned the bath water on full blast to drown out the woman's nagging. Yet it was also a sign of a challenge.

"You do your job, and we'll do ours," the Asian declared.

Hilde rolled her eyes. Men... "Alright." She pushed herself off the threshold and swung her arms behind her. "I'll leave you to your duties." As she began to depart, something stopped her, literally. "Oh, by the way... Heero's escaping," Hilde spoke casually and stepped over the rapidly retreating baby.

"Yuy!!" Wufei's voice echoed down the hallway.

Ms. Schbeiker plodded lazily down the stairs, all of the sudden feeling extremely tired. It felt like it was midnight, but in actuality, is was only 7:30 in the evening. After finally stepping off the last step, Hilde strode across the living room dragging her heels.

The sofa was drawing her in like a tracker beam. Oh, to finally sit down... she thought dreamily as she brushed her hand along the arm of the couch. But before she could enjoy the pleasure of sitting down, something—yet again—stopped her, literally.

It was just Trowa's leg; it stretched itself out, taking up the entire couch. Wait... Trowa moved! He lives!

Hilde gasped and bent over Trowa's corpse. Whether Hilde was seeing things or not, Trowa was currently not moving. Timidly, the shorthaired girl tapped his shoulder.

"Trowa?"

Hilde received no response.

"Trowa? ...Trowa!" Time to do things the hard way... She latched onto both his shoulders and—to put it mildly—gently shook his body. "Wake up!" After a good shake, Hilde let go and waited, still hovering over him.

Nothing. Oh, wait... no, never mind. Trowa laid there on the couch, just taking up space and rudely preventing Hilde the pleasure of sitting down.

The woman groaned. "Where's Duo's big mouth when you need it."

"NO!" Trowa shouted and shot up like a bullet, conking heads with the unsuspecting Hilde.

The German girl fell to the floor with a thud. "Owww!" she moaned, holding her head between her knees.

Trowa blinked. "I'm... awake?"

Hilde sucked in air through her bared teeth. "Yes, you're awake! Aw, man. That really hurt."

"I'm sorry." No-name slid off the couch and knelt next to Hilde. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay." Hilde's painful smile slowly twisted into a sheepish grin. "Besides, it was your hair that hurt me the most. Oi, I swear... you and Duo have the most deadliest head of hair."

Trowa curved his lips ever so slightly and played along. "It's mainly used for self-defense," he said as he ran his fingers through his pointy bangs.

Hilde chuckled cheerfully, forgetting her headache for a brief moment and her desire to sit on the cushy couch.

The ex-pilot offered his hand and pulled the slightly dizzy lass to her feet. It was then he realized that he wasn't in the bathroom where he last remembered. "How did I get down here?" Trowa scanned the room... the silent and empty room. "And where is everybody?"

Hilde shifted her weight and planted her hands on her hips. "Okay, here's the story. After you knocked yourself unconscious, Wufei and Quatre carted you down the stairs and dropped you. So, while Relena and I came to your rescue, Duo and Heero decided to have a little food fight and they completely trashed the kitchen in the process! Relena and I are still cleaning it up!" Hilde threw her hands up and plopped onto the nearby couch. Ahhh... sweet and glorious couch... She reclined as far as she could and brought her knees to her chest. "Oh, and Quatre and Wufei are giving them a bath right now..."

"Run, Heero! Save yourself!!" the naked Duo hollered, squirmed, cheered him on, and basically just gave Quatre a hard and awkward time.

Indeed, Heero did run—er crawl across the hallway. Pit pat pit pat pit pat. But, alas, the adolescent infant could not crawl fast enough...

"Gotcha!" Wufei swooped in and scooped up baby-food-covered Heero. "You will be clean before this night ends, Yuy."

Heero responded with a death glare. That sounds like a challenge...

Trowa stood quietly and soaked up all the information Hilde gave him. Funny, the last thing he remembered was giving the teen toddlers a bath. It was like a weird déjà vu. "How long have I been unconscious?" he asked.

Hilde stared up at the ceiling to think. "For about... two hours," she concluded.

Trowa paused and slowly nodded. With nothing else to ponder, he turned on his heel and walked away.

"Hey, where're you going?" Hilde perked up from the couch.

"Upstairs," Trowa stated simply and continued walking.

"Okay. Oh! Watch your step on those stairs; there's a step missing."

Trowa arched an eyebrow. "?"

Mr. Barton stood blankly in front of the bathroom door. There was a lot of commotion coming from the other side. The ex-Gundam pilot considered retreating. Or perhaps he should just wait a minute or two? Nah... just go for it...

Trowa curled his fingers into a fist. knock knock knock The sound of KER-SPLASH resonated, followed by a Chinese curse of some kind.

"...Just walk away," Trowa told himself silently. "Maybe they didn't hear you knock."

But curiosity poked his brain. Knock Knock Knock!

"J-Just one minute!" Quatre's panicky voice pierced through the door and into Trowa's ears.

Are they in trouble? "Quatre? It's just me, Trowa."

"Trowa?!"

"TWOWA!" Duo chimed in, adding little splashes to the mix.

Taking that as an invite, 'Twowa' opened the door and stepped over the threshold. What he saw next was something he didn't expect...

Wufei crawled over the side of the bathtub and plunked onto the tile floor. The Chinaman was soaked to the marrow with soapsuds all over his body.

Trowa blinked as he watched Wufei wring out his shirt, and behind him, Duo and Heero snickered.

"Trowa! You're awake! We were beginning to worry about you. How does you head feel?" The blonde knelt on his knees with his arms over the side of the tub—one hand clasped onto Duo's braid.

"I'm fine," Trowa answered as he ventured deeper into room. This time, however, he was being careful where and how he stepped on the wet floor.

Wufei took off his soggy shoes and threw them into the sink. He glanced at the conscious boy for half a second as he made his way out the door, his socks on his feet squishing with every step.

Once again, curiosity poked Trowa's brain. "What happened to Wufei?"

Duo rubbed foam in his face and giggled. Blindly, he reached out for Heero and poked the Japanese baby on the chin. Heero swatted Duo's hand away and wiped off the foam on his chin with his arm, accidentally smearing it across his face.

"Well, frankly," Quatre began, gently rubbing the foam from Duo's eyes, "he 'slipped'," the blonde eyed Heero, "and fell into the tub."

Duo chuckled, the image still floating in his mind.

"Hn," Heero responded, looking an awful lot like the Santa Clause of Doom with his foamy beard and glare.

Trowa nodded. "I see." The unibang teen knelt down next to Quatre and rolled up his sleeves. "You need help?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Thanks," Quatre sighed in relief. "Uh oh."

"What?"

"Duo, where's the bar of soap?"

All eyes turned to Duo.

"How should I know?"

"You dropped it when Wufei fell, remember?" said Heero.

"Oh, yeah," Duo laughed sheepishly.

"Any idea what they're saying, Trowa?"

The baby translator tapped his finger against the side of the tub. "I'm not sure exactly, but I'm guessing that Duo lost the bar of soap."

Quatre groaned. "That was the last bar. The other one we had was lost after Heero tossed it on the floor where Wufei could slip on it."

Heero smirked. "Mission complete."

"Wait, I think I found the soap," Duo bubbled, his mouth partly underwater as he reached down and pulled up the bar. "Here it is!"

"Mission botched," Heero scowled.

"Here you go, Heero." Duo held out the bar of soap with two hands.

"No thanks."

"...Why not?"

Heero slowly breathed. "Because you already used that one."

"So?"

Heero avoided using the term 'disgusting' and tried to explain in a different way. "So, I'd rather not think about the last place you washed with that bar of soap."

Duo sweat-dropped. ""

"What were they saying?" Quatre inquired.

Trowa twitched. "Nothing important..."

A/N: Sorry again for making you guys wait so long for this chapter. I'll try to work on updating quicker. Please review! Reviews encourage me to update! winks Thanks for reading!