I was very, very drunk...

GWD10






PART 10

The last and indeed final part of this
fic. It’s the morning after the night
before. I’ve always wondered about that
saying. Can it be the morning after
anything other than night before? I mean
it couldn’t be the morning after Tuesday night 4 weeks ago except today in the
present, could it?

Trowa: <stares at author dubiously and
then slaps her>

Me: thanks for that, I needed it.

Now a disclaimer, who hasn’t done it
yet? Trowa!

Trowa: … do I really need to say it?

Me: Yes. <Glares until he does it>

Trowa: <sighs> Akiko does not own us,
Gundam Wing or anything associated with it.
She does not even own self-dignity.

Me: <opens mouth to retort, then
realises it’s true> *shrugs*

Quatre: Don’t sue, okay, it’s mean.
<Author nods along in the background>

Me: And once again it’s time for a song
from Duo:

Duo: <is pashing vigorously with Heero
in a corner>

Me: Okay… a song from Wufei.

Wufei: <merely stares at author until
she hides behind Trowa>

Me: <from behind Trowa> on with the
story…

 

Videotapes.

Heero snorted and shifted a bit. He didn’t open his eyes. He had woken up very suddenly and he wasn’t
sure why. He dared to crack one eye
open. His vision was filled with the
image of one violet eye.

“Urk!” Heero yelled as he jumped. Duo gave a strangled yelp and toppled off
the bed.

“What the fuck?” Heero gasped as he
clutched at his chest. Duo’s eyes and
nose appeared over the side of the bed.

“Why did you do that?” Heero asked
incredulously to the top half of Duo’s head.

“I was waiting for you to wake up,” was the
simple reply.

“Like that?” Heero asked, relaxing a bit
and falling back onto his elbows. Duo
leapt up onto the bed and sat down next to him. Heero noted that Duo had put his boxers back on. Heero raised a brow.

“How long have you been up?” he questioned
as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Not long, I couldn’t really sleep because
I really, really needed the toilet, so I got up,” Duo replied as he began
plaiting his long hair into a messy morning braid.

“Thought it was unusual for you to be up
before me,” Heero said as he glanced at his bedside clock. 10:30, it was a miracle that Duo was up.

“Speaking of the bathroom, I have to
depart,” Heero said, turning his glance back to Duo. Duo gave him a wide grin and a thumbs up.

Heero slipped out of the bed.

“Eep!” Duo made the small noise. Heero glanced at him, wondering what had
caused the outburst, then he realised he wasn’t wearing anything. He smirked.

“This sight shouldn’t bother you anymore
really, should it?” Heero said as he looked at Duo over his shoulder.

“Who said it bothered me?” Duo said with a
feral smile.

“Now don’t get any ideas, I need to use the
bathroom,” Heero said as he backed away from Duo hastily. The violet-eyed boy was looking very hungry
and was inching towards Heero in a rather cat-like manor. Heero turned and bolted out of the
door. Duo jumped up and followed.

 

Wufei wandered out of his bedroom door
pulling a very sleepy Treize along after him.

“So early,” Treize moaned a little.

“Shush,” Wufei said firmly, though he was
still a little drunk, “it’s time for breakfast.” Treize moaned again but continued to follow the Chinese
pilot. Wufei looked down the hall and
saw two people running at him. Heero
sped past with Duo hot on his heels.
Wufei blinked a couple of times, trying to stop the thoughts that were
progressing in his head. Treize was not
helpful.

“Wasn’t Yuy naked?” Treize asked
interestedly as he looked back at the #1 and #2 pilots as they ran and skidded
into the bathroom. Wufei made a
strangled noise and clapped his hand over his nose as it started to bleed
profusely. Treize looked at his lover,
a little shocked. Treize walked
sedately over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Duo popped his head out and looked at him
enquiringly.

“Wufei saw Yuy naked…” Treize began to
explain. Duo’s head retreated suddenly
and came back holding some tissues.

“Er… thanks…” Treize said. Duo grinned and slammed the door shut.

Treize walked back to Wufei and handed him
the tissues.

“Does your nose bleed a lot at the sight of
naked men?” Treize asked amused. This
earned him an icy glare as they continued to make their way downstairs.

 

Trowa yawned widely and pulled the body of
Quatre closer to him. Quatre sighed
happily and allowed his back to be pressed up close to his friend’s… no, his
lover’s body. He smiled widely.

“And what exactly are you smiling about my
little one?” Trowa questioned sleepily
as he surveyed the smile through his barely opened eyes.

“Nothing much,” Quatre replied, turning
around to face him, “I’m just happy is all.”

Trowa smiled and shut his eyes again. Quatre grinned and kissed his cheek as he
leant over to check the time.

“Kuso!” he yelled suddenly and leapt out of
bed.

“Geh?” Trowa said blearily as the force of
Quatre leaping sent him toppling over the edge of the bed.

“It’s 10:30! 10:30!” Quatre was
yelling as he scrabbled about looking for his boxers, “I should have been up an
hour ago, at least, to get started on the breakfast, Wufei and Heero will most
definitely be up, you would have been too,” Quatre screeched as he continued to
race around the room, he paused suddenly to add, “That is, if you hadn’t been
here with me.”

Trowa yawned and watched the prince run
around in a frenzied manner. He had a
sudden stroke of brilliance. He got
back into bed and slid over to Quatre’s side.
He then proceeded to lean over and pull out what appeared to be a
hotplate and a pot on top of it. He
leant over again and pulled out a couple of china cups. He then poured one cup for himself and
another cup. He lifted the cup up.

“Quatre,” he said coaxingly.

“What, what, what is it?” Quatre said as he
hopped across the room attempting to put on his boxers on the move.

“Have a cup of tea,” Trowa said
sweetly. Quatre stopped hopping
abruptly to look at Trowa, he then promptly fell over as his legs were in a
tangle in his underwear. Quatre watched
him closely. Trowa smiled and took a
small sip.

“Mmm, good,” he said, teasingly. Quatre growled a little in the base of his
throat. Trowa just hime ime to put the
teapot on the hotplate, and place that and the cups on the floor, before Quatre
leapt on top of him.

Heero and Duo made their way out of the
bathroom.

Heero shook his head, “I didn’t know you
knew how to do that,” he said incredulously, as he looked at Duo with wide
eyes. Duo grinned widely.

“I didn’t,” he answered simply.

“But then how did you… ?” Heero began to
ask.

“Haven’t you ever just followed your
instincts?”

Heero snorted with laughter and glanced at Duo
sideways through his lashes.

“So you’re instincts lead you… there… do
they?” he asked as he slung an arm around Duo’s shoulders.

Duo grinned again, “Looks like it, doesn’t
it?” he said with and even wider smile.

“Lucky me,” Heero answered, smiling as well,
“It was nice of you to get me a robe.”

It was Duo’s turn to laugh, “It was hanging
on the back of the door, you know what Quatre’s like, he doesn’t want anyone to
be put out or anything, he’s prepared for every eventuality.”

Heero raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s get dressed,” Heero said as they
walked along the corridor.

“Let me stop off at my room and get some
clothes,” Duo said as he dragged Heero towards his door.

“What?
You mean you’re not going to be wearing that very fetching outfit that
you wore last night at the party?”
Heero said in pseudo shock.

Duo quirked an eyebrow as he let himself
into the room and Heero followed. He
gingerly picked his way over to what could possibly be a chair, if it wasn’t
underneath a pile of clothes, and sat down.
Duo had bounded over to the wardrobe and was rummaging inside.

“So, you liked my party outfit did you?”
Duo’s voice said from the depths of the wardrobe.

“Oh yeah,” Heero said, “I thought it was
very… sexy.”

Duo whipped around with a pile of clothes
in his hands and narrowed his eyes at Heero.

“Oh you did, did you?” Duo said
quietly. Heero smirked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have to remember that then,” Duo
answered as he leapt over to the door.
Heero picked his way over as Duo opened the door to let them out.

“Come on braided one, let’s get to my room
and get dressed. Did you remember a
OUCH!” Heero said as he rubbed his
ass. He looked at Duo who was grinning
and holding a large flat backed brush.

“… Brush,” Heero finished with a grin,
“Come on, you clown, we’ll never get ready at this rate.”

Heero and Duo wandered into Heero’s room to
get ready.

 

“Mmm,” Quatre said as he looked at Trowa,
who merely smirked, “Who knew that tea could taste even better after sex.”

“Well,” said Trowa, thought fully, as he
took a sip from his own cup, “now we know don’t we.”

“Yes, and now may I get dressed without you
tempting me?” he questioned as he drained his cup delicately and got up.

“Of course little one, but I must ask you
for my boxers, so I may go and get dressed myself.”

Quatre gave him a playful smile and picked
up the green boxers.

“You want these do you?”

Trowa raised an eyebrow, “Give them here
Quatre, or I’ll, how do you say, ‘delay’ you, even longer than I did before.”

Quatre laughed out loud and threw the
boxers to Trowa, who caught them gracefully.
He slid out of bed and Quatre couldn’t help the involuntary gasp that
escaped his lips. Trowa really was a
beautiful sight, all tall and lean and tan.
Quatre smiled to himself, ‘I am lucky,’ he thought, ‘to have such a
beautiful being for a boyfriend.’

Trowa slipped on the boxers and turned to
watch Quatre bustling around the room.
A slight smile played on his lips.
He had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. Quatre was his idea of perfection, though he
knew he was unable to say those words to the alabaster prince. He would try to
show it to him in the way he loved him, physically and emotionally. ‘I just hope that I can express just how
much I really love Quatre,’ he thought to himself, ‘so that Quatre will understand t hot how much he means to me.’

He smiled fully and wandered over to
him. He gave him a quick kiss on the
back of his neck, causing Quatre to look at him enquiringly.

“I will see you downstairs soon,” he said and
Quatre smiled a dazzling smile at him.
Trowa departed the room and Quatre grinned to himself. He felt bad about what he was thinking of
doing, but it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Now,” he said to himself as he pulled on a
clean white shirt, “where did I put that video camera?”

 

Heero was fully dressed in trademark green
tank top, but had opted for jeans instead of spandex. He was sat against the headboard of his bed and watching a fully
clothed Duo brushing his hair vigorously.
He was fascinated by every stroke, the way the hair rose to meet the
brush, the way it gleamed and swayed.
He stared, transfixed, by the back of Duo’s head.

“Duo?” Heero said tentatively.

“Yes?” Duo said as he turned to survey
Heero, he pulled the mound of hair over his shoulder and continued brushing.

“May I…” Heero began and he faltered, he
glanced down nervous, most unlike him, and glanced up again. Duo frowned, puzzled. This was not normal Heero behaviour and he
was a little worried.

“May I…” he began again. He took a deep breath and swallowed, “May I…
brush your hair?”

Heero searched Duo’s face nervously. He looked shocked and a little taken
aback. Heero felt disappointment course
through him.

Duo was shocked by Heero’s request. Who would have thought it, not Duo Maxwell,
that was for sure. Duo watched Heero’s
anxious face fall in disappointment. He
couldn’t help it, he grinned. He was
actually delighted by Heero’s request.

Heero watched Duo’s face split into a
beautiful smile.

“Of course you can brush my hair
koi, I’d love it.”

Heero smiled widely and took the proffered
brush from Duo. He scooted up to behind
Duo angan gan brushing his hair lovingly.

Duo was surprised by Heero. For someone who appeared to revel in the
lack of a brush, as Heero’s hair was never, ever tidy, Heero’s hair brushing
abilities seemed to be excellent. He
was running the brush through the hair with strong, deft strokes, while pulling
it lovingly back with his fingers. Duo
felt himself relax under the brush strokes.
There was nothing like having your hair brushed.

Heero marvelled at the silky smooth
hair. It ran through his fingers like
water and fell into rippling waves like a cascading waterfall. He would never say those words to Duo,
because then Duo would think his some kind of romantic poetic type person, and
he most certainly wasn’t.

Duo sighed, “Ok, ok, stop, I have to braid
my hair.”

Duo laughed at the pouty expression on
Heero’s face when he turned around to get the brush.

“If I let you brush my hair anymore I’ll
get so relaxed that I’ll fall asleep,” Duo explained. Heero grinned as he watched Duo plait his hair neatly.

“Come on, breakfast,” Heero said as he
pulled Duo up and out of the door. They
reached the stairs and Duo looked down them disapprovingly. All of a sudden a gleam lit his eyes.

“Wait here Heero,” Duo said as he raced off
down the corridor. Heero was confused,
but obediently waited at the top of stairs.
He saw Duo running back with something in his arms.

“The easy way down,” Duo pronounced as he
waved the sleeping bag at Heero. Heero
raised an eyebrow as Duo ran appraising eye down Heero’s body, scrutinizing
him.

“You’re heavier, I think,” Duo said
suddenly, “because you’ve got bigger shoulders and you’re more muscle-y than
you let on, so I’ll get in first.”

Duo wriggled into the bag and looked
expectantly at Heero.

“What?” Heero asked. Duo sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.

“Get in behind me. Sit behind and straddle your legs around me,
and then we can go.”

Heero snorted but did as he was told.

“Ok you ready? We’re gonna bottom shimmy to the edge of the step and then
gravity will do the rest.”

Heero complied with the orders and they
wriggled up to the edge.

“Here we go,” Duo exclaimed as they began
sliding down the stairs.

 

Wufei and Treize had reached the bottom of
the stairs. Treize looked around
expectantly.

“Which one’s the kitchen then my little
dragon, as you know, I don’t know my way around very well.”

Wufei snorted at him and led him to the
nearest doorway. There was a sudden
ping sound and they turned around to find Trowa wandering out of some ornate
looking doors, with a bemused Quatre behind him.

“Found the lifts,” Trowa intoned shortly.

“I didn’t realise they were actual doors,”
Quatre murmured, “I thought they were just painted onto the wall for
decoration.”

Trowa gave Quatre an amused look before
grabbing his hand and pulling him into the kitchen. Wufei noticed that Quatre was holding something in one of his
hands as he watched Treize follow the two into the kitchen. He stood just outside the doorway and
scrutinized Quatre.

“What is that in your hand Winner?”

Quatre looked up questioningly and then
down to his hand, “Oh this,” he stated with a small smile, “It’s my video
camera, I had someone video some parts of last night’s party. I thought we could all watch it after
breakfast,” he finished. There were
noises of agreement. Quatre shifted his
gaze and gave Treize a quick look.
Treize gave an almost imperceptible wink back, as acknowledgement.

“Where are Heero and Duo?” Quatre asked, “I
thought Heero, for sure, would have been down by now.” Everyone shrugged.

“I expect Yuy has been obstructed by
Maxwell,” Wufei scoffed. Everyone
turned to look at him.

“You know how much of a hindrance Maxwell
can beEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…”

Everyone stared at the open doorway. Wufei had been there just one second
ago. It was like they blinked and he
was gone.

“What just happened?” Quatre asked,
shocked, at the same time that Trowa snorted with suppressed laughter, while
Treize burst into gales of it.

“Did you not see?” Trowa said over Treize’s
laughter, “Duo and Heero, apparently, decided to take a quick way down the
stairs.”

Quatre looked confused until he heard
something at the end of the hall smash.

He sighed, “I knew I shouldn’t have put
another vase at the end of that hall.”

Treize was still rocking with mirth at the
kitchen table.

“How come I couldn’t see it?” Quatre asked,
“Last time Duo did that I watched them go whizzing by the doorway.”

“It’s happened before?” Treize managed to
choke through his laughter. He then
laughed even harder.

“It wasn’t quite the same last time,” Trowa
said with an amused smile, “The reason you couldn’t see is because the extra
weight of Heero caused the bag to go extra fast. I only just caught a glimpse myself,” he addressed to Quatre.

At that point Wufei came stalking in. His eyes were wide and angry and his frame
was stiff. In short, he was livid. Treize, who had been calming his laughter
down, took one look at Wufei and laughed with renewed vigour. Wufei glared an icy glare and then sat down
at the kitchen table and silently fumed.
Heero came in with an amused expression and he was also half-supporting
Duo, who was unable to walk properly due to excessive mirth. He was laughing a little hysterically and
there were tears streaming down his face.
Heero placed Duo down onto a chair at the table opposite Treize and
smiled.

“Injustice,” Wufei hissed at Duo, who
merely continued laughing.

“So… breakfast,” Quatre said briskly as he
turned and gathered together some necessary utensils, “Porridge, I think, will
do nicely this morning.”

Quatre busied himself with the food and
Trowa set about making the coffee and the tea.

Treize had managed to control his laughter,
as had Duo and they were both sat there, breathing rather heavily. Wufei glared again and then laid his head on
his arms and groaned in misery and annoyance.
Treize looked up at exactly the time as Duo did and since they were
opposite each other, they caught one another’s eyes. Duo snorted, trying to repress his laughter, and this set Treize
off, closely followed by Duo. Heero
rolled his eyes. He stalked over to Duo
and planted a big kiss on his lips. Duo
stopped laughing at once. Wufei had
applied a different method of laughter control on Treize, and was throttling
him. Trowa calmly walked over placed
the coffee and tea on the table and separated Wufei’s hands from Treize’s neck.

“Porridge in the living room I think,”
Quatre said as he placed the bowls on the table, “so we can watch the video of
last night.”

Everyone gathered their food and coffee or
tea and made their way into the living room.
They chose places to sit and settled themselves as Quatre enlisted
Heero’s help to link up the video camera with the television.

“Ok, here we go,” Quatre said as he pressed
play and the screen flicked to life. He
settled himself next to Trowa whilst Heero sat next to Duo on the couch. They watched people milling about and then they
saw the cameraman zoom in on Heero, who was stood next to some plants. He seemed to be hiding himself.

“There’s Master Heero now,” a deep voice
sounded from the T.V.

“Rashid was filming… most of the time,”
Quatre added with a swift smile at Duo, who grinned back quickly.

They continued watching. All of a sudden there was a large flash of
pink on the screen and just as quickly Heero was engulfed in it.

“Ack!” the Heero on the screen
sounded. Everyone cringed at the sight
of Relena throwing herself upon Heero.
Heero had decided to cover his eyes with his hands so he didn’t have to
see. Then they saw Trowa come over with
the rest of the pilots under his arms and being dragged along the floor. He rescued Heero and that was the end of
that bit.

“You can look now,” Duo said gently. Heero removed his hands and sighed deeply,
obviously relieved.

The next images were of Noin and
Zechs. Noin was apparently trying to
teach Zechs the Macarena. Duo burst out
laughing at the sight of the tall, elegant blond, fumbling with some simple arm
movements. Treize chuckled at the sight
and asked Quatre if he could have a copy of the tape.

The screen had gone fuzzy and then there
were table legs.

“How do you work this thing?” Quatre’s
voice muttered from the screen, “Ah, there we go.”

They watched as the camera was lifted ever
so slightly so that they had a full view of a tabletop. Heero, Trowa and Wufei were lng png puzzled,
but Quatre was smiling, Treize had covered his mouth and nose to stop himself
laughing and Duo was bouncing up and down.
Suddenly Trowa’s form filled the space as the song ‘Digital Love’ had
started playing. He then began to
dance.

Trowa made a choking sound in his throat
and slid down in the chair. Heero and
Wufei looked at Trowa in shock. Quatre
was smiling and Treize was shuddering with the pressure of the laughter
bubbling inside him.

Heero was suddenly in the frame now. They watched the picture pan out to fit him
into the screen fully. Heero watched in
horror as he began to do the synchronized dance with Trowa. Heero was wide eyed with terror.

“No,” he whispered, “How could I have done
that? How much had I drunk?”

Wufei laughed out loud. Duo who had been chuckling and patting Heero
consolingly looked at the Chinese pilot.

“Bakas,” Wufei said, smug, “How could you
have done something so embarrassing?”

“Look at the screen dragon,” Treize said,
his voice shaking with laughter. Wufei
turned his gaze to the T.V. and choked.
There he was, on screen, doing the dance too. Treize could hold back no longer, and burst out laughing.

“How could you let me do that?” Wufei
screamed a Treize in horror, “You knew how trashed I was!”

Treize merely laughed more. The three pilots who had not been involved
in the dancing were laughing. The other
three were looking mortified. Quatre
turned off the television.

“I knew you wouldn’t remember,” Quatre
said, through his laughter, “I had to show you.”

Trowa looked deeply disturbed but then his
expression softened.

“I’m a damn good dancer,” he said. The laughter stopped abruptly as everyone
turned and looked at him.

“Well I am,” he said, indignant, “look what
I managed to do, whilst drunk, and remember it all as a synchronized set of
moves. Yuy is a good dancer too, he
picked it up quick, so did Wufei.”

Heero was nodding and Wufei looked a little
less devastated.

“Actually, you are a good dancer koi,” Duo
said looking at Heero, “we will have to go out often.”

Quatre was looking at Trowa with renewed
interest.

“I wonder if you could be taught classical
dance?” he said thoughtfully.

Treize merely looked at Wufei, “I guess
this just means you’re extra bendy,” he said with a sensual smile.

Wufei smiled back, “I guess it does.”

“We’ll have to make use of that.”

“Yes we will.”

“Now?”

“No
A
And with that Treize grabbed Wufei’s hand and
led him out. The group stared after
him, and they heard a tell tale ping sound.

“Oh yeah,” Trowa said to the puzzled
looking Heero and Duo, “We found the lifts.”

 

Two people were wandering around the third
floor of the mansion.

“Zechs?” Noin said uncertainly. She was dressed in her costume, as was
Zechs, but neither were wearing their wigs.

“Yes Noin?” he said, looking at her
apprehensively.

“How do we get out?” she asked, her voice
barely a whisper.

He looked at her for a while, “I have no
idea.”

They looked at each other for a minute.

“HELP!”

 

The end.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Yes!
It is FINISHED! Fully properly
finished.

My greatest work is completed! (Dexter’s
lab style.)

Oh I hope you enjoyed it, I know it has
taken ages for me to e ite it, but here it is the end!

Please review, be kind, review it and let
me know what you thought about this chapter and the fic as a whole. It’ll be a fond farewell.

I’d like to thank the cast.

<Gundam pilots come out and bow,
followed by Treize, Zechs and Noin.
Relena comes out, gets pelted with fruit (i.e. pineapples) and
leaves. A bunch of extras are waving in
the background>

I couldn’t have done it without you!

Thanks to everyone who read this, evf
yf
you didn’t review.

Luvies Akiko xxx

(I can’t believe it’s finished <goes to
after fic party with the cast>)