Author's Note: OK, so this is my fun humor. I hope you like it (blushes). The plot does come back in halfway through!
Chapter 5: Interests and Lessons
Five very bored pilots sat silently in the living room. Heero and Wufei had taken the armchairs. Duo was stretched out on one of the couches, and Trowa & Quatre sat on the other.
"I am so bored," Duo complained.
"I have an idea," Quatre said. He flipped upside-down on the couch. "I'll sit upside-down until al the blood rushes to my head and I pass out," Quatre said, "My sisters and I used to do this."
"Let me guess, Quatre," Trowa said, "Your sisters invented this game?"
"Yes, how did you know?" Quatre said. The rest of the pilots sighed.
"Quatre, I wouldn't…" Trowa began when Heero cut him off.
"Let him," Heero said, eyes glowing, "This may be interesting."
"I'll be fine," Quatre said slurring a bit. All the blood in his head was beginning to get to him. "Bunny," he mumbled, delusional.
"What about bunnies?" Duo asked.
"I'm afraid of bunnies," Trowa mumbled to know one.
"AH!" Quatre exclaimed, nearly falling off the couch, "HOW CAN YOU BE AFRAID OF BUNNIES!"
"I don't know," Trowa said.
"What about the white bunnies with red eyes?" Duo asked, shuddering.
"But, bunnies are fluffy!" Quatre said.
"Scary," Trowa responded.
"Fluffy."
"Scary!"
"FLUFFY."
"SCARY!"
"FLUFFY!"
"SCARY!"
"Is it just me," Heero asked Wufei, "Or are they arguing about bunnies?"
"Baka-onnas," Wufei muttered in response.
"FLUFFY!"
"SCARY!"
"That's just fine Trowa, because I am afraid of clowns anyway," Quatre said defiantly. All the pilots stared.
"That was mean, Quatre," Trowa said looking extremely hurt.
"I know," Quatre said, quietly, "I'm sorry. I think I'll sit up now." All the pilots sat in a nervous silence.
"Are you really afraid of clowns?" Trowa asked.
"A little," Quatre replied, "I like some clowns."
"I like some bunnies, too," Trowa said.
Suddenly Tizzy came bounding into the room. She leaped over Heero, snatching the remote from him. She leapt over Wufei also and landed on Duo. "Watch it," he exclaimed, moving out of her way. She didn't answer. She flipped frantically through the channels.
"Aah! What channel is Cartoon Network!" she said, panicking.
"Channel 32," Quatre said, "Why?"
"You'll see," she mumbled. She flipped to Toonami just as Tenchi Muyo! was starting. (A/N Flashback anyone?) "This is my favorite show," she said. She explained the whole plot. Duo was extremely interested when she began to talk about Ryoko. "So do you guys understand?" she asked.
"This is cool!" Duo exclaimed.
"It is pretty interesting," Quatre commented. Trowa and Heero nodded in agreement.
"I sympathize with Tenchi," Wufei said, nodding, "Stupid onnas, causing him trouble." All the pilots secretly exchanged annoyed glances.
After Tenchi, Tizzy sat in Heero's lap, and laid her head on his shoulder. He blushed. All the pilots tried not to laugh, except Duo, who burst out laughing.
"Heero, you look about ready to have a heart attack!" Duo said while gasping for air. Before he could say anything else, Tizzy snatched Heero's gun and pointed it at Duo's head.
"What were you saying?" Tizzy said through clenched teeth.
"Nothing," Duo said, swallowing hard.
Tizzy set Heero's gun down and crawled back into his lap. "Have I told you how much I love you?" Heero asked smiling evilly.
Tizzy was once again fiddling with the boy's computer. She had recently discovered the computer the pilots shared. "What are you doing now?" Heero asked. He peered over her shoulder. She was playing a video game.
"I found this game in the disk drive," Tizzy explained, "It's about this really awesome archeologist. She has to solve a whole bunch of puzzles."
"Sounds boring," Heero said nonchalantly.
"She gets attacked by animals like every five minutes and she finds a bunch of different guns," Tizzy continued.
"Cool," Heero said, suddenly looking interested, "Whose game is it?"
"I don't know," Tizzy said, uncaringly. Trowa and Quatre appeared, fighting.
"You were on earlier, Trowa," Quatre said.
"So what?" Trowa said, "It's my game!"
"So this is your game?" Tizzy asked.
"No," Trowa said looking at the screen, "I was talking about a pinball program."
"So, if it's not mine, Trowa's, or Heero's," Tizzy said, "Whose is it?"
"Don't look at me," Quatre said, "I've never seen this game before."
"It must be Duo's. It looks like something he'd play," she said, obviously referring to the fact the archeologist was a girl and had a braid.
"Are you guys talking about me again?" Duo asked, bolting into the room.
"Paranoid," Trowa coughed.
Before Duo could comment, Tizzy said, "No, but is this game yours?" She pointed at the screen.
"No," Duo said, smiling, "But I'd be happy to take it off your hands."
"Baka," Heero whispered to Trowa and Quatre.
"Then whose is it?" Tizzy asked, confused.
"Who isn't here?" Quatre asked.
Suddenly they all looked at each other. "Wufei," they said in unison
"We have to lure him in here somehow," Quatre said.
"I have a plan," Heero said, "Wufei, Trowa says you suck!"
Wufei came in roaring, "Bring it on, Barton!"
"Is this game yours?" Heero asked, eyes smiling at the fact that his little plan worked.
"Where did you guys get my… err I mean… what's this?" Wufei said blushing.
"This is cool game, Wufei," Tizzy said smiling, "I mean most video games aren't about girls!"
"It's not mine!" Wufei pleaded.
"Sure, that's what they all say," Duo said, rolling his eyes.
"Then I guess Tizzy can just save over this existing game," Quatre said, "I mean it's not like it's yours."
"Fine, its mine!" Wufei shouted, "Just don't you dare save over my game!"
"Baited and hooked," Quatre mumbled to Trowa.
Heero stood leaning against his gundam. He had just gotten back from patrolling the woods and was exhausted. "This stupid war is gonna kill me, Wing" he mumbled nonchalantly to his gundam. Tizzy leapt from Deathscythe and landed right in front of Heero.
"Hi," she said happily.
"Your more hyper than the other Maxwell," Heero commented.
"Well aren't we just a little ray of sunshine?" Tizzy said sarcastically.
"Sorry, patrolling puts me in a bad mood," Heero said sighing.
"I understand," Tizzy said, "It is a pain." She wrapped her arms around him and about to kiss him, when he pulled away. "Your awfully shy, babe," she teased.
"I'm just not used to it," Heero said coldly.
"Let me, please, Heero," she pleaded, "Just let me." She drew him close again and kissed him. Heero wrapped his arms around her and let her kiss him again. "Your hands are shaking, Heero," Tizzy said, looking up at him.
"I told you I wasn't used to it," Heero said. His eyes seemed to smile.
Tizzy sat on the kitchen counter. It was storming, and she couldn't sleep. Its midnight she thought. Quatre walked in. You could tell he'd been crying.
"Tizzy?" Quatre said, "What are you doing up so late?"
"I can't sleep during storms," Tizzy said, "You look awful. Are you alright?"
"I'll live, I'm sure," Quatre said, "its just nightmares from the war. I wake up at least once a night."
"That's awful!" Tizzy said, "I mean that can't be healthy, Quatre!"
"All I can do is deal with it," Quatre said shrugging, "Want some tea?"
"Sure," Tizzy said, a little sadly. Poor Quatre she thought He has no one to talk to. When the tea was ready, they went and sat in living room. "What was your dream about, Quatre?" Tizzy asked.
"It was more of a memory than a dream," he began, "No, I shouldn't depress you with my problems."
"No, Quatre," she said, "I want to know."
Quatre sighed. "My dream was about how my father basically told me he didn't accept what I had become," he said, "He didn't except my decision. He didn't except me." He paused to notice the tears in Tizzy's eyes. "And then I dreamt about when he died and…" Quatre began, "And what happened afterward." He looked away in shame.
"Oh Quatre," Tizzy mumbled.
Quatre sighed again. "Don't worry about me," Quatre said, "I'll live." Tears streaked his cheeks, and he felt a soft hand wipe them away. He looked at Tizzy, who wrapped her arms around him. "It feels strange to tell you this," Quatre said, "I haven't talked about it since it happened. For some reason, it comforts me to tell someone."
Tizzy pulled away and said, "How can you live with all your pain?"
"I live to protect the colonies," he said nonchalantly, "It is my only purpose now."
"Do you want to know the real reason I can't sleep?" Tizzy asked.
"Yes," Quatre said, questioningly.
"I was thinking about my father," Tizzy said, "Well I guess he's not really my father. I was thinking about the fact that he works for OZ. I hate him, but he raised me. This whole time, the man who claimed to be my father is my enemy."
"Wow," Quatre said, "It looks like our problems have turned us both into insomniacs." They both laughed. "But Tizzy, what would you do if you met him in battle?" Quatre asked.
"I would be forced to kill him," Tizzy said, coldly.