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Title-Mission Improbable
Test 2
By-Moon Prynces
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dorothy asked unsurely.
"Oh look at that, he's rubbing off on you." Relena said grinning. Dorothy gasped and then glared. "It's perfectly fine. And if they manage to set the house on fire then I'm sure the neighbors will notice."
"But Quatre doesn't have neighbors. He lives in a rural area." She glared.
"Oh well... I guess we better watch them closely."
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The next day the five gundam pilots were sitting around the table in the kitchen of the same house, Quatre's little get-away-from-the-business-world-house. They were all happily munching on their choice of breakfast, completely ignoring everything that happened yesterday.
For now Quatre was having a good time hanging out with his friends. Or well... eating, which is the biggest thing they have in common.
Of course, somehow something had to go wrong. It started when Trowa tried to get the last pancake by slamming his fork into it. But Heero wanted it too so he also did the same thing.
Both boys looked up and glared at each other, sparks connected in the air. The other three looked up briefly and then went back to what they were doing. Duo was shoveling eggs into his mouth. Wufei was playing with a Nataku and Mercurius action figure. Quatre was trying to conceal a comic book by holding up a newspaper over the cover.
Trowa tried to pull the pancake in his direction. Heero fought back by taking a breadknife and smacking at Trowa's fork forcefully. Trowa's grip on the fork loosened until it had been smacked away and landed on the floor with a loud clank.
By the time Trowa had looked back at Heero the pancake was no where in sight... that's because Heero hid it under the table. Trowa angrily got up and left the table.
Then, the doorbell ringing brought everyone out of their chosen activities. Quatre got up to answer it. But everyone else followed him anyway, out of curiosity, except Trowa who was probably in his room sulking that he lost the last pancake to Heero.
The mailman stood there in his extremely horrid-looking shorts. This caused some of the pilots to convert their laughter into fits of coughing. Actually it was everyone except Quatre (and Trowa who was still upstairs).
"Uh... sorry about this." Quatre said with a sweatdrop. "They're kind of..."
"It's ok. I get it all the time." The mailman muttered. "I have a message for a Quatre Raberba Winner."
"That's me."
"Okay." Then he pulled a paper out of a pocket and handed it to Quatre, before glaring at the other three youths and then leaving.
Quatre closed the door and walked into the living room. He knew exactly what this was. And he was actually afraid to find out what was going to happen next.
But to take away that pain from him, Duo snatched the paper away and opened it to find instructions. He looked back up at the blonde who was staring at him.
"Quatre? Since when did you cook?" The boy asked as Wufei and Heero peered at the paper to get a better look.
Quatre quickly grabbed the paper and scanned it to see that it was a recipe for making something. He groaned and fell back on the couch.
Decidedly, this is when Trowa re-entered their presence.
"Hey, why don't I tell you your fortune?" Trowa asked smirking.
"You didn't." Heero said in a deadly calm sort of way. Wufei stepped off to the side. Duo jumped over the couch to land on the other side.
"Maybe I did." Trowa's smirk remained.
"Oh no... you didn't." Heero said again, walking towards the other pilot.
Wufei and Quatre joined Duo behind the sofa, peeking over the top to watch the action.
Trowa pulled the piece of paper out from his pocket. Except it was now covered in random doodles... and this is when Heero started to get angry.
"How could you?" He yelled in horror.
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After Heero had started to bite Trowa's ear Quatre, Duo and Wufei jumped up to help Trowa get him off. Heero was particularly agressive when he found out all the phrases that had been written were scribbled out and replaced with the words 'Heero loves Relena!'.
In the end they had to forcefully tie him down to the coffee table, because he had broken the chair they tried to use. And they only got that far because Duo had distracted the japanese boy, saying that they needed Trowa to help them cook.
Heero grunted and kicked his legs up in the air, but it was useless. The other four pilots sighed in relief, a good distance away from him. Wufei smacked Trowa over the head, because he was about to smirk thinking he won.
"So what exactly did you mean by cooking?" Trowa asked slowly, rubbing his head where he had been hit, inching away from Wufei.
Quatre sighed. "It's my next assignment from Dorothy."
"I still don't get why you're going along with this Q-man. It's just Dorothy. There are plenty of other fish in the sea to pick from."
"I thought Quatre wanted to go out with a girl not a fish..." Wufei stated.
The others, minus Heero, stared at him before ignoring it and walking off to the kitchen.
"What does it say? Are you sure it's from her?" Trowa questioned again.
"Who else would send me a note with a recipe on it? Don't say anything Duo." Quatre said turning to his friend who had his mouth open, about to speak. He closed it and huffed.
"So then... where do we begin?" Trowa asked, yet again.
"The supplies and ingredients I guess." Was the answer.
So they started searching through the cabinets and drawers and basically anywhere in the kitchen until all the necessary tools were assembled on the counter in front of them. Wufei entered the kitchen brooding over something.
"What happened to you? You look as bad I did the time Hilde and I snuck into a closet at the last party Relena held and-"
"DUO!" The other three yelled at him to cut off his rambles. Neither of them wanted a mental picture of what him and Hilde had been doing, although it was too late and they all had an idea of what... nevermind.
Wufei mumbled something that none of them heard, so they all glanced at each other confusedly.
"What was that?" Quatre asked again.
"Heero was mocking me!" He yelled. "He tried to convince me to let him out of the bindings and when I replied in the negative he kept saying how there's no way I'll ever have sex with Sally and he'd be the next one of us to do it and-"
"God, what is wrong with you people and thinking about that?" Duo asked incredulously.
"You were the one who started it." Trowa replied with a glare.
Quatre looked on confused. "What are you all talking about?"
"Nothing!" Trowa tried to steer the conversation back to the task at hand. "So what do we do first?"
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An hour later the gundam pilots were standing in the exact same spots, with no idea what to do.
"I think you're supposed to, uh-"
"I know what I'm supposed to do, Duo!" Quatre said, and was glaring at the object in front of him.
"Why are you doing this again? It's not Thanksgiving you know." Duo commented again.
"It's just a bird." Wufei grumbled.
"Then why don't you do it?" Quatre yelled, near hysterical.
Wufei blanched at the idea. "Because." He started to answer defensively. "It's not my job. She told you to do it."
"So? She never said he couldn't get any help." Trowa offered.
"But it's like... Who would..." Wufei was at a loss for words.
"I'll do it!" Duo volunteered suddenly, with his hand in the air. They looked at him, disgusted. "What?"
"Somehow, everything you say references back to-"
Trowa was cut off as a sound was heard from the other room. They were about to move to investigate, quick to avoid the current situation, when a shadow appeared in the doorway. Duo quickly jumped behind a counter. Trowa picked up a knife, while Wufei grabbed a frying pan and Quatre inched towards the back door.
"Thought you could leave me there, did you?" A deep, ominous voice cackled. "Thought I would stay still, and lay there, giving up?" He said again. Blue eyes glinted maniacally.
Duo peeked over the counter. "Heero, buddy, it was for your own good. Really, and I didn't have anything to do with it! They did!" He pointed to the others who all shot him dark looks.
Not being in his right mind, Heero jumped through the doorway, intent on causing someone bodily harm. Being gundam pilots, the reflexes excercised were nothing short of excellent. In other words they managed to avoid the punch he tried to aim at them.
So instead of there being a content gundam pilot and one with a black eye, there was one scared pilot, one looking murderous, another looking regretful, two looking apprehensive... and a puntured bag of flour that made the kitchen look like a blizzard had struck.
They all looked at the floor where the bag lay, as if saying, 'look what you did now! I didn't want to cause any trouble.'
Heero glared at the offending particles of white that had made its way to his throat and nose. Luckily (not for the other four though) he had gotten over a coughing/sneezing fit already. Then his gaze made its way to the counter where the unresolved problem still lay.
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"What's going on? Let me see!" The blonde argued, trying to push her friend out of the way.
The other girl, also a blonde did move out of the way, but only because she had doubled over on the floor laughing.
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Everyone in the room froze. Heero raised an eyebrow in question. The others looked at the item as well.
"Well, you see..." Quatre tried to explain.
"...we couldn't just... you know!" Duo continued.
Ten minutes later all five boys were sitting around the kitchen on the floor.
"So if neither of us can do it, then what do we do?" Duo looked around at the others.
"I'm trying to think." Quatre responded with a thoughtful look.
Trowa tried to offer advice. "We could just go out and buy something, couldn't we?"
The blonde shook his head. "No, it says it has to be made by me."
"How would she know whether you actually made it or not?" Wufei questioned, folding his arms.
"I don't know. But if she finds out that I did that and lied, I really don't want think about what she'd do." Quatre and Duo both shuddered at the thought.
In the last corner Heero muttered "Mission Failed." and then there was silence.
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By now, Relena and Dorothy were rolling on the floor with tears pouring out of their eyes. The latter sat up and decided they should quiet down, as she was now expecting a phone call.
And soon the phone did ring. Dorothy got off the floor and tried to smooth over her voice.
"Hello? This is Dorothy speaking." She said, answering the phone.
"Uh..."
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Duo nudged his friend, trying to get him to continue. The other three pilots were in the living room, listening to the phone call. Duo and Quatre were only a few feet away in the hallway.
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"OW! Duo, stop it! That hurt!" Was slightly muffled, as the blonde tried to block the sounds from anyone hearing. Dorothy grinned as Relena moved closer to listen in.
"Quatre? Is that you?" Was Dorothy's pretend voice, seeing as how she wanted to return to laughing. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, uh, nothing! I was just calling to say... about the assignment you sent me..."
"So then, have you finished it already? You made an entire turkey dinner for me already? Should I come over then?" She asked, knowing full well that wasn't the case.
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"Actually, I kind of..." He started to turn pink. "It couldn't be done." He finished shortly.
"Are you sure? Did you try to follow the instructions? What was the problem?" Came her concerned voice.
"Uh... I... Well, I couldn't just..."
Duo, who was next to him hit Quatre again so that he'd stop stuttering and get the point across.
"I couldn't just stick my hand up it's- it's YOU KNOW!" He yelled suddenly, which grabbed everyone's attention in the next room as well as Relena and Dorothy who were listening on the other end of the line. "None of us could!"
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And suddenly the line went dead. Dorothy and Relena looked at the phone, then each other... before they once again burst out laughing.
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Wufei growled. "Why did you bring us into this?"
Heero cracked his knuckles. "I do not need Relena to think a fool of me." He replied lowly.
"As if you weren't one before." Duo mumbled from his place on the floor, since Trowa, Heero and Wufei had trampled him after they stomped into the hallway and pulled out the wire for the phone line.
"That wasn't a wise idea, to get us involved."
Quatre backed up slowly, laughing nervously.
"RUN Q-MAN!" Duo screamed, still on the floor as the other three pilots advanced upon their friend.
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Well, it's not as good as the first chapter I have to say, but that's what happened. I still think it's a very poor attempt compared to the first chapter. I hope to maybe do the next one soon.
Disclaimer- I do not own Gundam Wing or the characters.
By the way, this means Quatre failed the second test you know. And if anyone missed what it was in the first chapter that Quatre had to make Dorothy, it was a princess, girly crown made from construction paper, markers and glitter everywhere. She gave him instructions and he did it right.
8-24-05