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Beware the tables
table
The 7th part is here.
Trowa: …
Me: shut up.
Sorry it took a while, but I’ve been really
busy, you know generally sorting out my future.
Wufei: Future?
Heero: Really?
Me: shut up, or I’ll have you doing something
hideously embarrassing in this, like I’m doing to Trowa…
Trowa:!
Anyway, let’s move on. This time the disclaimer is brought to you
by Quatre, Zero-style.
Quatre:
I will kill you all!!! *Laughs insanely as he runs around in a wide
circle*
Me: that’s if you sue me, ‘cause I don’t
really own the Gundam Wing boys or anyone else. Now a song from Duo:
Duo: O.o AGAIN!?
Anyway, on with the story.
Beware the tables…
The 6 wandered into the great hall.
‘At least I can make a better grand
entrance,’ Duo thought to himself. At
that precise moment, he tripped.
A strange man came and steadied him. When Duo lookp, ip, it was the same man as
the first time he tripped. The man
recognised him too.
“Arse,” Duo mumbled as the strange man
clung to him.
“Those boots are still dangerous I see,
miss,” the man said as he smiled. Duo
was just about to come back with some crushing remark when Heero glided over to
his side. “Who you calling ‘miss’
asshole?” Heero snarled, before proceeding to maim the man with his gloved
hand. Heero grabbed Duo’s elbow and
steered him away.
“What are you grinning about?” Heero
demanded as the group stopped to rest by a table.
“Do you know,” Duo began as he grabbed a
drink, “that what you just said to that random bloke, was exactly, to the very
word, what I said to him when I came in the first time and tripped?”
Heero looked a little shocked, he than ran
a hand down Duo’s cheek.
“Duo…” he exclaimed softly. Duo sighed, he fully expected some comment
about how perfect for each other they were.
Instead Heero’s face broke into a wide smile of barely held in laughter.
“You tripped when you first came in? Why did no one tell me? I would have come running with my camera to
capture your face.”
Duo went flaming red with anger as he
punched Heero in the arm.
“The total embarrassment and humiliation,”
Heero crowed, as he attempted to protect himself from the wrath of the God of
Death, “You’re grand entrance thwarted!”
“At least I’m not wearing fur panties Yuy!”
he yelled, loud enough for the surrounding people to hear. Heero stopped gloating and went stoic once
again. He opened his mouth to deliver
some devastating line, but Duo held his hand up to his face.
“I don’t need to hear that old one-liner
babe,” he drawled.
Heero growled and opened his mouth again,
at which point Duo grabbed a conveniently placed bagel and shoved it in his
mouth.
“Put a bagel in it!” (1) he laughed as
Heero stared at him in shock.
Heero calmly removed the bagel and placed
it on a conveniently passing waiter. He
looked the boy up and down before shaking his head and smiling.
“What a bothersome boyfriend I have,” he
said as he laughed and grabbed himself a drink. Trowa and Quatre were engaged with staring into one another’s
eyes.
“Hey guys, let’s get shit-faced again!”
Wufei yelled as he grabbeme pme passing bottles.
“Dude, you’re still rat-arsed!” Trowa
sighed as he caught a bottle that was thrown his way.
“I know,” Wufei said exaggeratedly, “but I
said shit-faced, didn’t I?”
Trowa thought about his for a second… before
shrugging and opening the bottle of booze.
Fifteen minutes later, Wufei was
practically comatose, Treize was happily drunk, and molesting him in a corner,
and the rest, were well… shit-faced, as their plan had been. Just then, ‘Digital Love’ by Daft Punk came
onto the sound system. Trowa
froze.
“I love this song!” he squealed as he leapt
up onto the table.
“What the Fuck!” Duo yelled as Trowa began
to do some sort of organised dance to the music. Quatre was very happy and started yelling and catcalling his
newfound love. A few others were doing
this too. Trowa lapped up the attention
and decided to remove his shirt. He
threw it to Quatre who caught it and whooped some more. Heero regarded this calmly.
“Alright,” he said loudly.
Duo looked at him bewildered, “Nani?”
“I think I got the moves down,” he said as
jumped onto the table. Duo’s jaw
dropped to the floor as Heero joined in with the synchronized moves of
Trowa. Louder whistling could be heard
as the boy boys moved in time with the music and with each other. Heero decided that removing his big coat was
an idea. He did so and dropped it on
some unsuspecting female… who fell over.
He flowed back into the dance.
“Can you believe this?” he asked
Quatre. Quatre merely grinned at him
and continued to yell to Trowa.
Suddenly a third body was on the table,
joining in with the dance, as if he’d learnt it years before. Duo nearly fell over. Wufei had joined the dance.
Treize choked on his own tongue as he
watched, disbelieving, at his boyfriend on the table.
“Liven up,” Wufei slurred at Treize, as he
continued to move in time with the other two on the table. Their other half’s stared on as they
finished up their dance and did some elaborate bowing to the cheering and
clapping. Quatre was grinning like a
moron.
“NANI!?” Duo asked, he couldn’t understand
how the blonde could not be stunned… especially as Trowa had been dancing. Trowa!
Quiet, non-assuming, non-gobby Trowa!
That went for Heero, and Duo had always thought that Wufei was far too
uptight and justice-y to dance.
Quatre merely shook his head and pointed at
something he was holding. Duo looked
down, he too broke into a wide grin and started to chuckle evilly. Treize looked over Duo’s shoulder
interestedly. He then looked at the
young Arabian and nodded his appreciation.
Quatre was holding a small hand-held digital camera. He had recorded every last bit of their
table dancing.
“Just a little reminder for them in the
morning,” Quatre chuckled as he trained the camera on the three pilots, “I doubt
that they’ll remember.”
Treize snickered and turned around just in
time to see Wufei fall head first off the table, in the middle of a bow. Treize started towards him, but paused. He turned to Quatre.
“Did you get that?” he asked. Quatre smiled and nodded. Treize nodded back and went to pick up the
pieces of his “special friend” (do the finger thing ^__^) from the floor.
Heero jumped off the table and picked his
jacket up, off fallfallen female. Trowa
back-flipped neatly off the table, earning him a few more cheers.
“Who would have known you were such an
attention seeker,” Quatre cooed as Trowa slid his arm around his waist.
“I didn’t know you had it in you,” Duo said
as he assessed Heero, “I’m so proud,” he yelled as he pulled Heero into a bear
hug.
“Will I get a reward?” Heero asked, a
suggestive twinkle and a smirk on his face.
Duo blushed deeply, but then stopped and returned Heero’s seductive
look.
“Oh, you’ll get a “reward”,” he smiled (he
did the finger thing too). It was
Heero’s turn to blush. Duo then got a
look of deep enlightenment on his face.
In other words, he had an idea.
“Excuse me a minute, my naughty poppet,” he
said as tapped Heero lightly on the nose.
He turned and bounced over to Trowa and Quatre.
“Poppet?” Heero questioned after him.
“Quatre, may I borrow you for a moment?”
Duo asked as he grabbed Quatre’s arm and dragged him away, without waiting for
an answer. He started to drag him over
to where Treize was sat with Wufei.
Heero sauntered over to Trowa.
“I’m worried,” Heero said to Trowa, as dre drew up alongside him.
“Why?” Trowa asked, as he watched the
movements of Quatre.
“Duo just called me poppet,” he
answered.
Trowa turned to look at him, “This is
serious, now I’m worried.”
“Treize!” Duo yelled as they reached him.
Treize looked up, he was attempting to prop
Wufei against the table.
“I’ve had an idea,” Duo said, smiling
widely.
“He’s whispering something to them,” Trowa
commented as they watched the progress of Duo and Quatre. They watched as Treize and Quatre listened
intently. Quatre then squealed and
clapped his hands together. Heero and
Trowa both jumped. Then they watched as
Treize nodded his head and picked Wufei up.
They made their way over to the 2 stoic pilots.
“Hold this,” Treize said, as he dropped
Wufei into Heero’s arms.
“Injustice!” Wufei slurred.
“Sorry Wuffie,” Duo called as the three
made their way out of the hall, “we’ll only borrow him for a little while.”
“We’ll be back soon,” Quatre called over
his shoulder as they exited the hall.
Heero turned to Trowa, “Now I’m really
worried.”
*****************************************
(this represents a passage of time)
30 minutes had passed and Heero was, once
again, winning Rock-Paper-Scissors, 24 to 12 (Trowa). Once again, Wufei had nothing.
“What the hell is wrong with me, why can’t
I win thish game!” he screamed.
“Injustice?” Trowa added helpfully.
Wufei glared at him unsteadily.
“Fuck off!” he hissed. Heero chuckled.
A pair of hands covered Heero’s eyes.
“Guess who,” he heard Duo say.
“Erm… Santa?” he asked sarcastically.
“Well I do have a present for you,” Duo
whispered sexually into his ear. Heero
contemplated jumping him then and there, but decided against it. He wanted to see what this present was. Duo released him and he turned around to
survey the group.
“Well?” he asked impatiently.
“All in due time, Quatre’s dealing with it
now,” Treize said as he picked Wufei up.
“We’re good to go,” Quatre reported as he
trotted back.
“Let’s do it then,” Duo said as he linked with
the two guys and walked them forward.
Trowa and Heero followed, giving each other worried looksreizreize dropped Wufei into a chair. Duo pulled up two more, and Quatre indicated
to them.
“Sit down, please,” he said as he bowed
low. Heero and Trowa sat down warily as
they looked at the three guys.
The room went dark. There were a couple of startled gasps, some
girl screamed.
“Oh shut up, you’ve been in the dark
before!” Heero heard Duo yell from somewhere.
From the way it sounded, it was coming from above him.
“Did that sound above, to you?” Trowa
questioned him.
Heero nodded.
“I can’t see you nodding Heero, but I’ll
just assume you did,” Trowa said sarcastically. Heero gave him his death glare.
“Stop giving me your death glare Heero,”
Trowa said calmly.
Heero sighed, “Am I that predictable?”
“I’m nodding,” Trowa answered.
A bright light went on above them, blinding
them momentarily.
“Argh!
Bright light, bright light!” Wufei screamed. Heero shielded his eyes and looked up. There, stood above where they were sat, were Treize, Duo and
Quatre, all stood in elaborate poses.
“What?” Trowa asked, bewildered.
“Geh?” Wufei sounded.
“Oh dear,” Heero said lowly.
“Wha?” Wufei swung his head towards Heero.
“I believe…” he started.
“A taste of your own medicine,” Duo
finished for him. Heero turned back to
the table to see Duo kneeling down on the table and leaning into Heero’s
face. Heero jumped. Duo kissed him deeply. Heero jumped again. Duo laughed and pulled back. He got back into his pose and whipped a
microphone out of god knows where (AN: possibly the same place he kept his gun
earlier ^_^)
“Maestro!” Quatre yelled, and the music
began.
And that’s where I’m leaving it.
Duo: O.O
Heero: So embarrassed, you said only Trowa.
<Wufei nodding head vigorously in background. Trowa, mortified in background.>
Me: I lied <evil smile>
Until next time people, please R+R, or I’ll
give you Quatre’s tea when you’re not suspecting.
Quatre: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(1) – this is not mine, I borrowed it from
a bagel advert.
The 7th part is here.
Trowa: …
Me: shut up.
Sorry it took a while, but I’ve been really
busy, you know generally sorting out my future.
Wufei: Future?
Heero: Really?
Me: shut up, or I’ll have you doing something
hideously embarrassing in this, like I’m doing to Trowa…
Trowa:!
Anyway, let’s move on. This time the disclaimer is brought to you
by Quatre, Zero-style.
Quatre:
I will kill you all!!! *Laughs insanely as he runs around in a wide
circle*
Me: that’s if you sue me, ‘cause I don’t
really own the Gundam Wing boys or anyone else. Now a song from Duo:
Duo: O.o AGAIN!?
Anyway, on with the story.
Beware the tables…
The 6 wandered into the great hall.
‘At least I can make a better grand
entrance,’ Duo thought to himself. At
that precise moment, he tripped.
A strange man came and steadied him. When Duo lookp, ip, it was the same man as
the first time he tripped. The man
recognised him too.
“Arse,” Duo mumbled as the strange man
clung to him.
“Those boots are still dangerous I see,
miss,” the man said as he smiled. Duo
was just about to come back with some crushing remark when Heero glided over to
his side. “Who you calling ‘miss’
asshole?” Heero snarled, before proceeding to maim the man with his gloved
hand. Heero grabbed Duo’s elbow and
steered him away.
“What are you grinning about?” Heero
demanded as the group stopped to rest by a table.
“Do you know,” Duo began as he grabbed a
drink, “that what you just said to that random bloke, was exactly, to the very
word, what I said to him when I came in the first time and tripped?”
Heero looked a little shocked, he than ran
a hand down Duo’s cheek.
“Duo…” he exclaimed softly. Duo sighed, he fully expected some comment
about how perfect for each other they were.
Instead Heero’s face broke into a wide smile of barely held in laughter.
“You tripped when you first came in? Why did no one tell me? I would have come running with my camera to
capture your face.”
Duo went flaming red with anger as he
punched Heero in the arm.
“The total embarrassment and humiliation,”
Heero crowed, as he attempted to protect himself from the wrath of the God of
Death, “You’re grand entrance thwarted!”
“At least I’m not wearing fur panties Yuy!”
he yelled, loud enough for the surrounding people to hear. Heero stopped gloating and went stoic once
again. He opened his mouth to deliver
some devastating line, but Duo held his hand up to his face.
“I don’t need to hear that old one-liner
babe,” he drawled.
Heero growled and opened his mouth again,
at which point Duo grabbed a conveniently placed bagel and shoved it in his
mouth.
“Put a bagel in it!” (1) he laughed as
Heero stared at him in shock.
Heero calmly removed the bagel and placed
it on a conveniently passing waiter. He
looked the boy up and down before shaking his head and smiling.
“What a bothersome boyfriend I have,” he
said as he laughed and grabbed himself a drink. Trowa and Quatre were engaged with staring into one another’s
eyes.
“Hey guys, let’s get shit-faced again!”
Wufei yelled as he grabbeme pme passing bottles.
“Dude, you’re still rat-arsed!” Trowa
sighed as he caught a bottle that was thrown his way.
“I know,” Wufei said exaggeratedly, “but I
said shit-faced, didn’t I?”
Trowa thought about his for a second… before
shrugging and opening the bottle of booze.
Fifteen minutes later, Wufei was
practically comatose, Treize was happily drunk, and molesting him in a corner,
and the rest, were well… shit-faced, as their plan had been. Just then, ‘Digital Love’ by Daft Punk came
onto the sound system. Trowa
froze.
“I love this song!” he squealed as he leapt
up onto the table.
“What the Fuck!” Duo yelled as Trowa began
to do some sort of organised dance to the music. Quatre was very happy and started yelling and catcalling his
newfound love. A few others were doing
this too. Trowa lapped up the attention
and decided to remove his shirt. He
threw it to Quatre who caught it and whooped some more. Heero regarded this calmly.
“Alright,” he said loudly.
Duo looked at him bewildered, “Nani?”
“I think I got the moves down,” he said as
jumped onto the table. Duo’s jaw
dropped to the floor as Heero joined in with the synchronized moves of
Trowa. Louder whistling could be heard
as the boy boys moved in time with the music and with each other. Heero decided that removing his big coat was
an idea. He did so and dropped it on
some unsuspecting female… who fell over.
He flowed back into the dance.
“Can you believe this?” he asked
Quatre. Quatre merely grinned at him
and continued to yell to Trowa.
Suddenly a third body was on the table,
joining in with the dance, as if he’d learnt it years before. Duo nearly fell over. Wufei had joined the dance.
Treize choked on his own tongue as he
watched, disbelieving, at his boyfriend on the table.
“Liven up,” Wufei slurred at Treize, as he
continued to move in time with the other two on the table. Their other half’s stared on as they
finished up their dance and did some elaborate bowing to the cheering and
clapping. Quatre was grinning like a
moron.
“NANI!?” Duo asked, he couldn’t understand
how the blonde could not be stunned… especially as Trowa had been dancing. Trowa!
Quiet, non-assuming, non-gobby Trowa!
That went for Heero, and Duo had always thought that Wufei was far too
uptight and justice-y to dance.
Quatre merely shook his head and pointed at
something he was holding. Duo looked
down, he too broke into a wide grin and started to chuckle evilly. Treize looked over Duo’s shoulder
interestedly. He then looked at the
young Arabian and nodded his appreciation.
Quatre was holding a small hand-held digital camera. He had recorded every last bit of their
table dancing.
“Just a little reminder for them in the
morning,” Quatre chuckled as he trained the camera on the three pilots, “I doubt
that they’ll remember.”
Treize snickered and turned around just in
time to see Wufei fall head first off the table, in the middle of a bow. Treize started towards him, but paused. He turned to Quatre.
“Did you get that?” he asked. Quatre smiled and nodded. Treize nodded back and went to pick up the
pieces of his “special friend” (do the finger thing ^__^) from the floor.
Heero jumped off the table and picked his
jacket up, off fallfallen female. Trowa
back-flipped neatly off the table, earning him a few more cheers.
“Who would have known you were such an
attention seeker,” Quatre cooed as Trowa slid his arm around his waist.
“I didn’t know you had it in you,” Duo said
as he assessed Heero, “I’m so proud,” he yelled as he pulled Heero into a bear
hug.
“Will I get a reward?” Heero asked, a
suggestive twinkle and a smirk on his face.
Duo blushed deeply, but then stopped and returned Heero’s seductive
look.
“Oh, you’ll get a “reward”,” he smiled (he
did the finger thing too). It was
Heero’s turn to blush. Duo then got a
look of deep enlightenment on his face.
In other words, he had an idea.
“Excuse me a minute, my naughty poppet,” he
said as tapped Heero lightly on the nose.
He turned and bounced over to Trowa and Quatre.
“Poppet?” Heero questioned after him.
“Quatre, may I borrow you for a moment?”
Duo asked as he grabbed Quatre’s arm and dragged him away, without waiting for
an answer. He started to drag him over
to where Treize was sat with Wufei.
Heero sauntered over to Trowa.
“I’m worried,” Heero said to Trowa, as dre drew up alongside him.
“Why?” Trowa asked, as he watched the
movements of Quatre.
“Duo just called me poppet,” he
answered.
Trowa turned to look at him, “This is
serious, now I’m worried.”
“Treize!” Duo yelled as they reached him.
Treize looked up, he was attempting to prop
Wufei against the table.
“I’ve had an idea,” Duo said, smiling
widely.
“He’s whispering something to them,” Trowa
commented as they watched the progress of Duo and Quatre. They watched as Treize and Quatre listened
intently. Quatre then squealed and
clapped his hands together. Heero and
Trowa both jumped. Then they watched as
Treize nodded his head and picked Wufei up.
They made their way over to the 2 stoic pilots.
“Hold this,” Treize said, as he dropped
Wufei into Heero’s arms.
“Injustice!” Wufei slurred.
“Sorry Wuffie,” Duo called as the three
made their way out of the hall, “we’ll only borrow him for a little while.”
“We’ll be back soon,” Quatre called over
his shoulder as they exited the hall.
Heero turned to Trowa, “Now I’m really
worried.”
*****************************************
(this represents a passage of time)
30 minutes had passed and Heero was, once
again, winning Rock-Paper-Scissors, 24 to 12 (Trowa). Once again, Wufei had nothing.
“What the hell is wrong with me, why can’t
I win thish game!” he screamed.
“Injustice?” Trowa added helpfully.
Wufei glared at him unsteadily.
“Fuck off!” he hissed. Heero chuckled.
A pair of hands covered Heero’s eyes.
“Guess who,” he heard Duo say.
“Erm… Santa?” he asked sarcastically.
“Well I do have a present for you,” Duo
whispered sexually into his ear. Heero
contemplated jumping him then and there, but decided against it. He wanted to see what this present was. Duo released him and he turned around to
survey the group.
“Well?” he asked impatiently.
“All in due time, Quatre’s dealing with it
now,” Treize said as he picked Wufei up.
“We’re good to go,” Quatre reported as he
trotted back.
“Let’s do it then,” Duo said as he linked with
the two guys and walked them forward.
Trowa and Heero followed, giving each other worried looksreizreize dropped Wufei into a chair. Duo pulled up two more, and Quatre indicated
to them.
“Sit down, please,” he said as he bowed
low. Heero and Trowa sat down warily as
they looked at the three guys.
The room went dark. There were a couple of startled gasps, some
girl screamed.
“Oh shut up, you’ve been in the dark
before!” Heero heard Duo yell from somewhere.
From the way it sounded, it was coming from above him.
“Did that sound above, to you?” Trowa
questioned him.
Heero nodded.
“I can’t see you nodding Heero, but I’ll
just assume you did,” Trowa said sarcastically. Heero gave him his death glare.
“Stop giving me your death glare Heero,”
Trowa said calmly.
Heero sighed, “Am I that predictable?”
“I’m nodding,” Trowa answered.
A bright light went on above them, blinding
them momentarily.
“Argh!
Bright light, bright light!” Wufei screamed. Heero shielded his eyes and looked up. There, stood above where they were sat, were Treize, Duo and
Quatre, all stood in elaborate poses.
“What?” Trowa asked, bewildered.
“Geh?” Wufei sounded.
“Oh dear,” Heero said lowly.
“Wha?” Wufei swung his head towards Heero.
“I believe…” he started.
“A taste of your own medicine,” Duo
finished for him. Heero turned back to
the table to see Duo kneeling down on the table and leaning into Heero’s
face. Heero jumped. Duo kissed him deeply. Heero jumped again. Duo laughed and pulled back. He got back into his pose and whipped a
microphone out of god knows where (AN: possibly the same place he kept his gun
earlier ^_^)
“Maestro!” Quatre yelled, and the music
began.
And that’s where I’m leaving it.
Duo: O.O
Heero: So embarrassed, you said only Trowa.
<Wufei nodding head vigorously in background. Trowa, mortified in background.>
Me: I lied <evil smile>
Until next time people, please R+R, or I’ll
give you Quatre’s tea when you’re not suspecting.
Quatre: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(1) – this is not mine, I borrowed it from
a bagel advert.