Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but I've always wondered who does?

Chapter 3- The BIG Finale (almost)

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"OK, OK, I have an idea! Why don't we sneak into their rooms at night and dye their hairs with bright neon colours?"

"Nah, that'll never work."

"What if we pull a major underpants raid and fly them up a flag pole?"

"Even if that did work, there's no way we could get away with that. Don't forget, Lady Une's a woman too."

"So what? That weakling onna is friends with the little perpetrators! She should be punished too."

"Why?"

"Ummm, because…she's a woman too?"

"God, Wufei! You're such a misogynist and you claim to be straight."

PHWAP!

"I AM STRAIGHT!!!"

"When you two babies have finished with your little pillow fight, do let me know." Heero spoke up at last. He'd been standing off to the side in the shadows, watching Duo and Wufei argue, and hadn't said a word the whole time.

Duo had just finished showing the guys the 'Underpants Quotes' list that Relena, Hilde and Sally was reading. Infuriated, the guys sat around the conference room table, trying to come up with a good plan of revenge. Quatre wanted to dye the girls' hairs a different colour and Trowa suggested the 'flying underpants up a flag pole' idea, but Duo kept shooting down all those ideas.

"We have to come up with something original. All those things have been done. Common guys, THINK! We're the Gundam Pilots! We should be able to formulate a perfectly new, never before seen plan of revenge that will knock everyone within a hundred metre radius flat!"

Duo, having been the one to inform the guys of their, hmmm….let's say…injustices, automatically became the head of the project called:

We'll show them who's the best at mocking other people and getting revenge at the same time without getting caught, while having fun, and eating loads of ice cream and other junk that's not really good for you.

"Duo! That's a ridiculously long and detailed name!" Quatre exclaimed when he saw the 'contract' Duo drew up, binding them to the project until they have completed their revenge.

"We'll just call it project "Think Big" for future references. But seriously, sign the contract. We're all in this thing together. You can't back out…unless you're a scardy-cat." Duo smirked, not one of the guys liked to be thought of as 'weak', so naturally they all signed up.

"Now, someone go get Zechs; he'll want in on this too." Duo was a fair guy. Zechs wouldn't have to suffer this injustice alone.

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"So let me get this straight. Hilde, Sally and my dear, sweet, angelic, little sister, have been making fun of you behind your backs?" Zechs smirked as he spoke those words, calmly leaning back in his luxurious leather chair behind his meticulously polished mahogany desk, folding his hands behind his head.

Feeling like an idiot and trying not to show it, Trowa's brilliant emerald orbs locked onto Zechs'. Want to play games Zechs? You picked the wrong guy on the wrong day. He too, leaned back in his chair. With a devious smile he replied with a simple, "Yeah, something like that."

"And you want me to help you out with your 'revenge plan'?"

"Duo's revenge plan, actually."

"So tell me…what would I gain by helping you? How is this relevant to me in any way? Or rather, are you guys just that lame that you can not even think of an appropriate 'revenge' without me?" Zechs was taking particular pleasure in emphasizing all the key words in his sentences, which was starting to irritate Trowa.

"If you don't want to contribute, that's your decision." Trowa said, glancing at his watch to signify that the meeting was coming to an end. "But I would want to see some justice if I was treated like a boy toy loser." With that Trowa got up to leave.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Zechs jumped out of his chair, fists clenched on his desk. "Excuse me. Just what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Glancing at Zechs' face, Trowa couldn't help but smirk. Seeing Zechs' face turn into an interesting cross-breed of red and violet was priceless. Turning to fully face Zechs once more, Trowa decided it was high time he milked this meeting for all it was worth.

"If I were to say, oh, I don't know, something like: 'I'm dead. But I can't sleep peacefully in my underpants while the ghost of Trieze is around', would you recognize yourself as being the owner of that sentence? Or how about: 'The most annoying and fearful enemies in the Universe; the underpants'. Oh, wait a minute. Here's a good one: 'I switch between two underpants. My experience in battle has taught me to be cunning like that'. And what about-"

"That's ENOUGH! How dare they make a mockery of my tragic years! And with nothing more degrading than underpants!" Zechs pulled out his cell phone, punched in a programmed number, and while seething with rage, waited for the phone to be answered.

"Yeah, Maxwell here."

"Duo Maxwell, am I correct in thinking that you have started a campaign against my puny sister and her pathetic friends after they massacred our dignity?" Zechs asked.

"Oh! Hey there Zechs. Yep. I call it project 'Think Big'. Want to join?"

"You bet I'm going to join. This deed will not go unpunished or my name isn't Milliardo Peacecraft."

"I thought your name was Zechs?"

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