A.N- Hiya! I swear I've got no readers anymore…-sniffs- NO! Come back! I can change!!! LOL… sorry, I'm a little high on the dramatics right now… must be that stupid cookie Stella gave me…. ANYWAY… uh yeah… sorry this chapter took so long… I have been on the often unpleasant and in-your-face journey of self-discovery lol…but I'm back and mostly self-discovered (is that just me or does that sound wrong? –raises eyebrow-) and I hope you "enjoy" this chapter... lol… =)

Chapter 16- La la la

"So…"

"Yeah…"

Heero and Milliardo were stuck together, mostly because the others had decided that it would take all of them to call in a good plumber… and there was Treize to guard and the kids to watch…and thusly Heero ended up taking care of the stuck Milliardo. Heero had taken to kicking the toilet bowl, as he found that it was a very convenient and effective way to let out his stress, and frustration.

"Heero, you reckon you could stop that?" Milliardo growled. "My hand is stuck in there!"

"And whose fault is that?" Heero answered coolly, not desisting with his kicking.

"You're hurting my hand," Milliardo pouted

"Aww poor baby," Heero said in a mocking baby voice. "Why don't you just let go of the stupid ring?"

"Cos!" Milliardo replied, looking scandalized that Heero could even think to suggest such an absurd course of action. "It's a very expensive diamond ring!"

"Oh come on Zechs you're rich! I mean, your average roll of money is bigger than your…"

"Don't even go that low," Milliardo growled. A pause. "YOU'VE LOOKED?!"

"We were stuck along Main Street, with the obvious lack of clothes. You figure it out," Heero retorted. "Not saying the view was all that pleasant though," he added as an afterthought.

"Why you…! What's that supposed to mean?!" Milliardo started towards Heero and winced as he heard a sickening crack. Obviously, being him, he had forgotten that his hand was stuck in the toilet bowl.

"Owww…" he moaned.

"Ooh… sounds like that shoulder is dislocated," Heero tried his best to hold back a snigger. "Here," he suddenly took position behind Milliardo's shoulder, "Let me pop that back in for you!" he said with an almost malicious smile, as he began to push Milliardo's shoulder joint in every which way in hopes of getting it back into its socket again.

"Ack! Get off me you loser!" Milliardo yelled struggling to throw Heero off, as Heero was still trying to relocate his shoulder.

"Hang on you ass, stop moving!" Heero still persisted with his efforts. "It worked for my broken leg so I don't see how it can't work for your stupid shoulder!"

"Well that's for you, not me you crazy bastard!" Milliardo retorted.

"I am trying to help you out here!" Heero told him, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I don't need help! Least of all from you!"

"Fine, but you're missing out," Heero desisted, finally deciding that this wasn't worth his time to try and help this creep out.

"So…" Milliardo started as another five long minutes passed. "Do you… er… would you be my best man Heero?"

"Wha-?!" Heero looked up in surprise and accidentally cut himself with the hunting knife that he had been flipping open and closed to pass the time. "Damn you Zechs, now look at what you made me do!" he cursed, sucking his thumb as he rushed to get it under the tap.

"I didn't MAKE you do anything you know Heero, I just asked you an honest question"

"Honest my ass," Heero muttered as he nursed to his small cut.

"Yuy, we were rivals during wartime, you brought out the best in me, you taught me how to fight better, with all my heart…"

"OKAY, OKAY whatever!" Heero exclaimed. "Just don't pull that mushy 'through our adversity we have forged a bond' crap on me"

"Hehehe, knew it'd work," Milliardo sniggered to himself.

"Why did you want me to be your best man anyway?" Heero asked out of curiosity.

"Because," Milliardo took a long breath, "You have always been my greatest adversary, defeating you gave me purpose in the war. Before, I was but another soldier following his commander's orders, but you came along, and taught me there was more to fighting than merely winning the battle. As a true adversary you have pushed me to my limits as I felt I have pushed you…"

"ARGH!" Heero yelled, covering his ears with his hands. "LALALALALALALALALALALALA!" he sang loudly to try and block out Milliardo's sappy speech. "NOT LISTENING!! LALALALALALALALA!"

"I feel I owe you a lot," Milliardo continued evilly, knowing that Heero couldn't stand to listen to this kind of crap, "Knowing you has caused me to grow, and gain a better understanding of the world…"

"LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Heero kept on singing and began to kick the side of the toilet bowl again in an effort to create more noise and drown out Milliardo's sappy rambling.

Milliardo raised his voice in an effort to rise over the clanking of the porcelain bowl being kicked and Heero's off-tune singing. "AND I WOULD REALLY, REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WERE STANDING BESIDE ME ON THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE BECAUSE…"

"LAAAAAAAAAALALALALALAAAAAAAAAALALALALAAAAAAAAAALALALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Heero was at a screeching point as he tried harder to block it out, as he plugged his ears with his hands.

"…YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MADE ME REALIZE JUST HOW IMPORTANT NOIN IS TO ME AND…"

"SHUDDUP! NOT LISTENING! LAAAAAAAALALALALALAAAAALALALALALALALALALALALALALAAAAAA!"

-Somewhere else in the house-

"What the hell is that?" Noin covered the receiver so that the plumber wouldn't have to hear that horrendous screeching and the shouting and noise.

"I don't know," Une replied, after listening for a little, "sounds like a cat caught a bird and the bird's dying, then the cat got run over as well"

"Huh…" Noin trailed off. "Are your explanations of everything always this twisted?"

"That's how I did so well in OZ!" Une beamed happily.

"Uh right… ANYWAY…" Noin turned her attention back to her plumber on the phone.

-Back in the bathroom-

"LALALA! SHUT UP! LAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED OF HEARING ALL THIS STUFF ANWAY?" Milliardo roared.

"BECAUSE…!" Heero bellowed back. He was about to reply Milliardo when they both heard a sharp crack.

"What… was that?" Milliardo asked cautiously.

"I…don't know…." Heero's eyes darted in every direction. Maybe their compound was under attack by terrorists, wanting his superior intelligence to take over the world or something! Then he saw the fissure in the porcelain base of the toilet bowl where he had kicked it, and as he saw the water quickly leaking out of said fissure, he realized what was about to happen.

"LOOK OUT! SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" he yelled as he shielded his head with his hands and started to run for cover. "Ugh!" he grunted as he wrestled with the doorknob. "They just HAD to lock it from the outside! What were they thinking? It's not like you're going anywhere!" he said to Milliardo. "I'll have to shoot the lock off!" he started to fumble for his gun, as the fissure got larger and more water began to gush out. They heard groans and more cracks as the porcelain began to give way under the water pressure.

"There's no time, Yuy!" Milliardo told him, urgently. "After you rescue me, I don't think there'll be enough time to shoot off the doorknob!"

"Rescue you?!" Heero looked at him incredulously. "There's no time!" he frantically searched around for a place to hide. His gaze landed on the cabinet under the sink. "AH HUH!" he cried in triumph, as more and more water began pouring out. Wrenching the wooden cabinet door open, he pulled out all of the towels, and bottle after bottle of shampoo and conditioner, throwing them behind his shoulder, which was where Milliardo was stuck.

"How many freakin' bottles of shampoo and conditioner does this woman need to HAVE?!" Heero asked as he kept on throwing the shampoos and conditioners out of the cupboard, at a more frantic pace.

"And you haven't even gotten to the hairspray yet," Milliardo muttered. "OW!" he yelled a moment later, as yet another bottle landed on his head.

"There's no time!" Heero growled, frustrated, after he managed to tunnel through about half of the bottles. He dove in and managed to shut the door just as the toilet combusted into a shower of water, porcelain, and Milliardo screaming more profanities.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Noin exclaimed as she heard a small explosion elsewhere in the house.

"Well, we're all here, "Une said slowly. "It must be Milliardo and Heero!"

Noin rolled her eyes before tearing off down the corridor. The rest (except for Treize of course) ran after her to see what was wrong.

She stopped at the toilet and took a deep breath. Already she didn't like the look or sound of it. Taking the key from the hook on the wall, she slowly unlocked the door and before she had time to react, she heard a yell of "WATCH OUT!" as a giant wave of soapsuds gushed out carrying a long haired blonde man. The wave knocked her backwards, and calmed as it lost its force. She sat up, spluttering for breath. Then she saw who was lying next to her, ring still in hand.

"Milliardo!" she cried.

"What the hell did you guys DO?!" Une yelled as she arrives at the scene of the crime.

"Well that took care of that problem," Milliardo remarked drily, wriggling his now free fingers.

"Is it safe to come out yet?" Heero peeked out from where he was hiding. Une looked inside, and saw the remnants of her precious toilet.

"My toilet!" she cried, her hands flying up to her cheeks in horror. Then she gasped as she saw the bottles on the ground, "My shampoo and conditioner!" By now she was bark raving mad. Her hands readied in a claw-like state, she advanced upon Heero, breathing heavily her nostrils flaring. If Heero hadn't known she was going to kill him, it might've looked really funny.

"Oh I'll tell you when it's safe to come out!" Une growled as she drew closer, her fingers twitching towards her prey's neck.

"Ahh!" Heero screamed, as he ducked Une's first swipe, barging through the cabinet door, breaking it. He stumbled and fell over, landing right on top of Milliardo. The soap-sudded floor made them both slide and Milliardo ended up at Noin's (very angry) feet.

"Uh Noin!" Milliardo said cheerfully, trying to charm his way out of this. He turned around. "Hi, Lady Une!"

"You are in…" Noin started. Milliardo saw his chance and swiftly put the engagement ring onto her finger before she could continue. He quickly stood up and gave her a peck on the lips.

"Remember me as a dashing brave warrior who won your heart!" he yelled as he and Heero made for the exit.

"Grrr…" Noin fumed as she watched them dash out. "Men!"

"Yay! Winter wonderland!" Duo squealed at the layers of white foam and bubbles.

"Where are we going?" Heero asked Milliardo as they ran out of the house.

"I…don't know!" Milliardo panted as he struggled to keep up with his soaking clothes. He shivered as a breath of wind blew past. "I need some new clothes…"

"We'll steal some off a clothes line somewhere," Heero told him, exasperated. The shirt he was wearing tended to go transparent when wet, as it was a light shade of grey, and Heero didn't want to see any more of that.

"HEERO! MILLIARDO! GET YOUR SORRY ASSES BACK HERE!" they cringed as they heard Noin's yell from down the street.

"Quickly now!" Heero whispered fiercely

"DON'T MAKE US COME DOWN THERE!"

"Let's go…" Milliardo pushed him to get him going. They jumped over a fence in search of new clothes.

"Aww, this guy only has flower- pattered muumuus!" Milliardo groaned, holding the wide cut patterned piece of material up.

"Beggars can't be choosers, so let's go!" Heero growled. Rolling his eyes, Milliardo took the muumuu off the clothesline. Heero looked back as he scaled the fence to see Milliardo pegging a $100 note to the clothesline in place of the muumuu.

"Milliardo," he hissed, "you are really missing the point here!"

"Shut up Heero," Milliardo scoffed, as he pulled the shirt over his head and pulled the muumuu on. Heero snorted.

"You look like a freakin' hippie Zechs!" he poked fun. Milliardo glared, and held up his index and middle finger in a 'peace' hand sign actually that hand sign doesn't mean peace; it means victory, but ANYWAY… .

"Peace man, turn around, oopsies, one fell down," he said menacingly, dropping his index finger, to make another hand sign altogether.

"Okay, whatever," Heero rolled his eyes as he dropped onto the other side. "Maybe we can join a hippie colony or something," he mused

"Or why not a travelling circus?" Milliardo added sarcastically. A look of thought crossed Heero's face. "I am NOT joining a travelling circus, Yuy," Milliardo growled.

"Oh fine, fine… let's not then," Heero said grumpily

"Why don't we just hang at my place for a few days?" Milliardo suggested.

"Yeah…that sounds good," Heero agreed, as they strolled off into the sunset

"Hehe! Look at me!" Duo had covered his face in white foam, and now resembled something to the effect of a white marshmallow.

"Ewwww!" Relena squealed pointing to the dark greeny/ brown sewerage that began to seep out from the blown pipes.

"Everyone, get out of there!" Noin yelled as she recognised the look, and the smell. "I really pity the plumber who has to take care of this job…"

-10 minutes later-

"There all done," he stood up and dusted off his overalls.

"Dekim?" Une asked incredulously. "Since when did you enter the plumbing business?"

"Taking over the world didn't work out for me all right?" he growled. "Can I get paid now? I've got to take care of a leaky sink somewhere"

"Here ya go," Une handed over a cheque marked with Milliardo's insignia. 'That'll learn him to blow my toilet,' she thought to herself maliciously.

"See ya then," Dekim waved goodbye as he tucked the cheque into his overall pocket, and saw himself out.

"Well that was random," Noin remarked. "Now as to where those two are…!" she began pounding her hand with her fist.

"MRRGH! MRRF RRF!" they heard muffled yells from somewhere in the house.

"Oh…" they all suddenly remembered. "Treize… what are we going to do about him?"

"HEY GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" he yelled as they cruised along the highway in Hilde's ute, which they "borrowed". Treize was still tied in his chair, which was now secured to the back of the ute. Showing some slight grace, Une allowed his gag to be taken out. She was really beginning to regret it now.

"We're almost there!" Noin hollered as they turned off to the side, onto a side dirt road.

"WOAH!" he cried as the road got suddenly bumpier and dustier. By the time they arrived at the boot camp, Treize was covered all over in dust and dirt. He coughed the last of it out as they untied him from the ute (he was still secured to the chair though) and they dumped him at the doorstep before pressing the doorbell and running off.

"Hey!" he exclaimed as they sped away. "Don't leave me here!"

"Whew…" Noin sighed as she climbed out of the ute and made her way into Une's house, later. "That was one tiring day… one REALLY tiring day…"

She walked through the corridor, hoping to be able to draw a long relaxing bath, when she ran into Hilde, who had just woken up from a long nap.

"Uh… hi Noin," she yawned, "what's been going on while I was asleep?"

"Well…" Noin took a long breath, "Milliardo proposed to me, we found out Treize had homosexual tendencies, we found out the meaning of fag, Milliardo's hand got stuck down a toilet, Heero and Milliardo managed to blow the toilet up- without using explosives I might add, they've run off somewhere, and we've used your ute to dump Treize off at boot camp…to make it very very VERY simple…"

Hilde gave Noin a weird stare as she digested all the information, before shaking her head and heading back for the room. "I'm going back to sleep"

A.N. Wow that was random… lol hope you liked… who am I talking to? Do I still have reviewers?? Haha lol…