Sutoomu: My second fanfic! My first isn't finished, yet, but it will be, hopefully. Anyways, this is about the gundam boys meeting Link and Zelda from 'The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.' It's one of my favorite games int he world. Yay Link!

Duo: Hey/pouts/

Sutoomu: Aaw, I love you guys, too, Duo. /pats his head/Anyways, this is just a funky idea I came up with. I wanted to do a crossover so I thought, 'He-e-ey,Link!', and this is what came out. Hope you all enjoy!

Heero: You forgot the disclaimer.

Sutoomu: Oh right. Thank you, Heero, for pointing that out. /clears throat/

Disclaimer: I, Sutoomu(Storm), do NOT own Gundam Wing in any way. None at all. This fanfiction was made purely for fun, and does not get me money in any way. Besides, it's not as though I have any money to be sued for...

Quatre: Dinner is ready. /walks in with a pizza box/

Trowa: Pizza/stares at Quatre/ I thought you were making chicken.

Quatre: Uh.../blushes/ Well, the stove kind of...blew up...

Sutoomu: You blew up my stove? Aaaaah!

Quatre: I'll replace it, I promise! Please don't be mad at me...I don't know why it blew...

Sutoomu: Oh. Okay, then, Quat. Let's eat pizza. Enjoy the fanficcie while we eat! Then we shall investigate the case of the blown stove...where'd the pizza go? And where's Duo?

Heero: Hn. /smirks/

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Duo sighed as he fell flat onto his back upon the couch, spread out upon its full length. He was bored with a capital B! Wufei was training and had locked the door against the braided pilot, so he couldn't annoy him. Quatre had decided to cook a surprise dinner for everyone and had closed off the kitchen, which meant Duo had no access to snacks. Trowa was working on Heavyarms in the inner hangar. Funny how Quatre had a hangar attached to, and practically inside, his mansion. Duo would have joined him in the hangar, but Deathscythe was fully operational and he didn't feel like making any upgrades or modifications right now. And Heero had finally kicked Duo out of their room after an hour of him talking while Heero tried to do whatever he did on that labtop. Actually, he had taken out his gun and shot it as he escaped out the door. Duo knew Heero had purposely missed him, so he couldn't be mad at his trigger happy pilot, but now he had nothing to do.

Duo looked over the room without moving anything but his eyes, rolling them in a random way. He sighed again, willing away the silence. Silence only made room for unwanted thought. He sat up an and grabbed the television remote, pressing the power button. A conmfused look came over his face as the screen remained blank.

"What…?" he muttered, pressing the button again and again, the screen remaining its black lifeless self. After pressing the power button a number of more times, fiddling with the batteries and buttons of the remote, pressing buttons on the TV, and checking the power paks and plugs, he gave up. He fell back into the couch with a cry of defeat, whining inside. He didn't dare go complain to Heero yet, seeing how he actually managed to fire off three bullets, a sign that said Duo had pushed him a little bit too far. And he didn't dare try and fix the TV set by himself unless he wanted to condemn himself to having no TV at all. Give him a gundam or a car, he was fine, but something as simple as a toaster…well, the first and last toaster he had ever tried to fix was now buried six feet under, melted to a glob of goo.

Duo closed his eyes for a moment, thinking vaguely that maybe he could sleep. Sleeping, eating, talking, and missions were the only thing that could keep away his unwanted thoughts, his past, his memories. Well, them and Heero. Duo grinned at the thought of the cold eyed, trigger happy pilot, who was all his. Warmth spread over him like fire, and he longed for Heero to hold him, but knew it would never happen now. He was too angry and busy.

Duo peeked open an eye and glared at the TV, wondering what he had ever done to make it torture him so. "Please, please, please," Duo whispered to the TV. "Please work!" He said a prayer he half remembered from the orphanage in his mind as he raised the remote in a last, final hope, pressing the power button again.

"Yes!" Duo shouted in victory as the TV flashed, pumping a fist in the air. "Aha-aaaah!" Duo jumped back into the couch, the remote flying up and out of his hands as the TV gave off a large flash and sparked, then began smoking. "Oh, shit! Quatre's going to kill me." What happened next, though, made Duo stare in stupefied shock, rendered speechless.

He expected to laze out in front of the TV watching his favorite shows, not be witness to a tall square…whatever-IT-was appearing instead! It had opened up in front of the TV, four feet wide and seven feet high, starting a few inches above the floor. It was a rectangle, with the edges shining with a blue tinged white light. And as Duo gaped at it, he saw it span atop rolling hills of wild grass, dotted with incomplete paths and sections of walls and fences. The scene moved as though it was a TV show or a movie or something. Duo opened his mouth as he stared, taking a deep breath.

"Heeeeerrroooo!"

The scream was so loud it reverberated throughout the entire mansion, lasting a full quarter minute from Duo and then a while longer as it echoed and carried. Four doors opened at nearly the same time throughout the mansion, four pairs of feet running, even though he had only yelled Heero's name. All four pilots came because they had all recognized this scream. It was Duo's 'death scream', as he himself had named it, which was only ever used in extreme emergencies, they found. To Duo, this was an extreme emergency. Very extreme!

Heero arrived first, his gun drawn, eyes searching for his love with concern even as he was in 'perfect soldier mode'. Wufei was but a split second behind him, his treasured chinese sword half drawn from its sheath, a small sheen of sweat evident on his forehead from his workout. Quatre arrived with a gun drawn as well, though it wasn't held very firmly through his messy and slippery fingers, compliment of making dinner. He was decked out in a full length white apron, stained in almost every single place imaginable, his sleeves rolled up. Luckily, his shirt and pants had been protected from any stains by the apron, but his hair was looking a bit messy, and he had a streak of something dark on his cheek. Trowa was the last to arrive, seeing how he had quite a trip from the hangar, but he simply entered the room as though he was the first, a gun in his hand as well. They had all arrived within a half minute of each other, and now all four stared at Duo, sitting frozen stiff on the couch, gaping at IT. He glanced at them, then back to IT, then back to them and swallowed. They stared in silence for a moment at the strange square thing.

"What the hell did you do this time, Maxwell?"

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Sutoomu: Well? How did you like it? Review, please/gives puppy eyes to readers/

Duo: Can I go now/wriggles against the chains tying him to the chair/

Sutoomu: No. Not yet. /explains to readers/ Duo fiddled with the stove, causing it to blow up when Quatre tried to cook chicken, and then he stole the pizza and ate it all in his getaway. We used ropes, but he got loose. Apparently, he has a small blade in his braid-don't ask me why its there or why it doesn't cut his own hair, because I don't know-and he cut the ropes and escaped. So Heero got out the chains.

Duo: You're all so mean/sniffles/

Quatre: Don't cry, Duo. I'll let you go, but don't cry.

Duo: Thanks, Quat/grins, all sniffles or pretend tears gone/

Trowa: Heero's got the key...

Everyone looks at Heero...

Heero: Hn. /gets up and leaves with the key in his pocket/

Duo: Now I'll be here forever/sighs/

Sutoomu: Oh-kay, then. On to the next chappie in my fanficcie!


Note from Sutoomu: My first fanfic, 'Phantom Realm, Phantom Time' 's sixth chapter has been delayed since I moved houses and the computers were down for a while...just some info for whoever.