I was very, very drunk...

fight






This is part 8; it’s getting quite long.

If you remember, Duo, Quatre and Treize
were about to give some payback for the ‘Digital Love’ episode.

Duo: this better be good. <Trowa still
mortified in background>

Me: Disclaimer from Wufei

Wufei: It is an injustice to believe that
the onna owns us, the prestigious Gundam Pilots, or the rest of the show.

<Author hits Wufei with a frying pan>

Anyway another song from Duo…

Duo: The sun will come out tomorrow, bet
you’re bottom dollar that tomorrow…

Me: O.O moving on

 

Guerrilla fighting.

“Maestro!” Quayellyelled, and the music
began. The three guys on the table
started swaying and gyrating to the music.
Duo span around in the middle and did a seductive dip before launching
into the 1st line of lyrics of the song.

“All you people look at me like I’m a
little girl,

But did you ever think it would be Ok for
me to step into this world,” Duo sang loudly and confidently, towards the end
of the phrase, he did an elaborate twirl out of the centre of the table and at
the same time threw the microphone to Quatre who had twirled into the vacated
space.

“Always saying little girl don’t step into
the blood,

But I’m just trying to find out why ‘cause
dancing’s what I love,” Quatre husked into the microphone, he followed in the
ways of Duo and span out of the middle spot so that Treize could glide by and
grab the mic, as he took his stance.

“Get it get it, get it get it, what,

Get it get it, get it get it, what,” Treize
sang and swivelled as he tossed the microphone back to Quatre, who was swinging
his hips.

Quatre launched into the next lines of the
song as the gathering crowd oooed and ahed at the spectacular dancing and
singing.

Heero watched Duo’s swinging and bobbing
closely, he was very glad he was wearing restricting pants at this present
moment in time as he watched Duo take position.

“Baby, don’t you wanna, dance upon me, in
another time and place,”

Heero groaned as he realised the pants
would not restrict all. He cursed Duo.

Trowa was goggling. He couldn’t even blink in case he missed any
of this priceless display.

Wufei had fallen off his seat and could not
get up.

“Is this all of my injustices of that Po
onna molesting me, finally repaid?” he questioned the floor, from where he
watched Treize do his thing.

Trowa leaned over to Heero, still not
blinking, “Do you think Quatre would mind if I jumped him right now?” he
whispered desperately to Heero. Heero
looked over, and couldn’t help noticing that Trowa was unsuccessfully trying to
quell a rather large erection.

“I see your facing the same problems as
me,” Heero whispered back as his own erection strained against the fur
underwear.

Duo was dancing happily on the table. He loved to dance, he was good at it and he
liked to show off. He did a
particularly elaborate spin and earned a few cheers and calls from the
crowd. He looked down to where Heero
was sat right beneath him. He noticed
that Heero was looking a little strained.
Duo frowned a little, he couldn’t think why. His eyes strayed down to where Heero’s hand was resting and saw
the evident problem that was trying to get out of his pants.

“Eep!” he squeaked quietly as he threw the
microphone to Treize over his shoulder.
He span over to Quatre and whispered in his ear. Quatre looked a little bewildered and span
around to where Trowa was sat. He took
a sneaky glance downwards and went bright pink. Trowa chose this moment to go a lovely shade of beetroot. Duo watched and laughed at the spectacle he
had caused. Heero shook his head at his
unruly boyfriend. Duo laughed harder.

Wufei was struggling to sit up. He dragged himself into a sitting position
by using the chair as a lever.

“I don’t want bakas such ash theshe watshing
my boyfriend gyrating in sush a seductive manner!” Wufei hissed angrily as he swung his head wildly, glaring at
offending people all around him. Trowa
glanced around at the crowd. There were
too many leering faces for his liking, mainly from older men. He wasn’t really that shocked.

Heero was death-glaring as many people as
he could whom he had spotted looking at Duo.

Quatre was dancing at the edge of the table
when he felt a tug on his skirt. He
lost his balance a little but regained it quickly as he pulled out of the
grasp. He looked down to see a young
man dressed as a commando at the side of the table, leering at him
unpleasantly. Quatre grimaced and tried
to move away, when the man grabbed his skirt again.

Usually Quatre was a polite boy, but he
just knew this man’s intentions would not be honourable.

“Let go,” Quatre growled at the commando.

“Not till you come down here and oblige
me,” the man said, rather bluntly, or so Quatre thought.

“I’ll ask again,” he hissed, “let go.”

The man pulled harder and Quatre fell off
the table.

Duo turned and noticed. Trowa was trying to get off his chair and
Heero was yelling something.

“Hey what do you think your doing jackass!”
Duo yelled as he leapt from the table and onto the commando’s back.

A large brawl ensued. Duo had removed a boot and was thwacking the
commando in the head with it, until two guys, who also did not have honourable
intentions, dragged him off. Treize was
doing some major damage with the microphone.

Quatre was kicking and fighting like a
little leopard on the floor, trying to shift the larger man’s weight from on
top of him.

“If you’d stop struggling it’d be over
quicker,” the commando grunted as he pinned Quatre and attempted to remove his
tutu. Someone tapped him on the
shoulder. He looked round to see a very
pissed looking clown.

“Fuck off funny man,” he mocked. Trowa pulled back his fist and hit the man
hard, square in his face. The commando
crumpled on top of Quatre.

“Thank you,” Quatre gasped as Trowa kicked
the man off of him and pulled him up.
Trowa merely pulled him close and hugged him.

“Dmmph,” Quatre mumbled into Trowa’s chest.

Quatre looked up at Trowa, “Two guys
dragged Duo somewhere, I couldn’t stop them,” he wailed.

“Let’s go,” Trowa said grabbing Quatre’s
hand, “Treize!” he yelled over his shoulder.

Treize smashed someone across the face with
the mic, as he held Wufei under one arm.
Wufei was scratching and kicking anyone who got close.

“What?” Treize yelled back a he bopped
someone on the head.

“Someone’s got Duo,” he called back, “We’re
going this way,” he yelled, pointing.

“Right,” Treize called as he turned in
another direction and started to beat a path through the people, whilst Wufei
called “Maxwell!” out at various intervals.

Trowa pulled Quatre through the crowd.

“Get off me before I kill you, you stupid,
STUPID MEN!” Duo screamed into the face of the guy who was struggling on top of
him.

“Calm down girly,” the other one, dressed
as a gorilla, purred as he leaned over Duo’s face, “this could be fun for everyone.”

“I’M NOT A FUCKING GIRL YOU FUCKING MORON!”
Duo yelled, and then nutted the gorilla.

“Guerrilla fighting,” a monotone voice
added and then chuckled, it came from somewhere behind the gorilla.

The gorilla spun around and looked at the
offending voice.

“Piss off, this is none of your business,”
he growled. The guy on top of Duo knelt
up, still on Duo’s chest. Duo squeaked
with pain, this bloke was not of the slender variety. The other voice said nothing.

“Buggar off will you, we’re a little busy here,”
the fat guy said.

The other voice said nothing.

Duo grinned, he had freed one of his arms
due to the fat man’s negligence.

“Big mistake,” he whispered, as he whipped
his gun out from that special place he kept it. (AN: who knows where he keeps
it O.o)

He pushed the gun into the guy’s crotch.

“Peek-a-boo!” Duo yelled in a singsong
voice. The guy looked down and
paled. Duo heard the click of the
safety being taken off a gun. He
grinned even wider when he saw the men go even paler, faced with the prospect
of some mystery person (though Duo had his suspicions), and one extremely
pissed off “girl”, both packing
weapons.

“I’m giving you till ten to runaway, if
you’re not out of my sight and running for the exit, I will shoot you,” the
monotone voice said. The guys backed
away slowly as the person started to count and then Duo watched them turn and
run… straight into two outstretched fists.

Duo coughed weakly as he tried to sit
up. He turned to locate the source of
the voice. Heero was stood looking, for
once, very angry. Very, VERY angry,
actually.

Duo coughed again and smiled at him, a
brilliant eye-catching smile, “Thanks,” he croaked. His voice was hoarse from the screaming. Heero dropped the gun as he started to make
his way to the fallen Duo. As the gun
hit the floor, it went off. It shot a
hole in a nice oak cabinet. Duo looked
shocked.

“You really had the safety off,” Duo
whispered hoarsely at the side-turned head of Heero. Heero turned around, a little shame-faced.

“Sorry,” he said to someone behind
Duo. Duo looked round and saw Trowa and
Quatre. Quatre let out a little sigh.

“It was for a good reason, I suppose,” he
said, sighing again. Trowa put his arm
around him, as he nudged at the unconscious bodies of the gorilla and the fat
guy with his foot.

Heero was sat down beside Duo, and pulling
him into a fierce embrace.

“Of course the safety was off,” he said
angrily as he pulled away, looking into Duo’s eyes, “I was ready to kill them,
if they’d hurt you or made you uncomfortable, at all, damn, just for having the
audacity to do something so… so… something so EVIL!” he ranted as he hugged Duo
again. Trowa was nodding vigorously as
he pulled Quatre closer.

Duo stared at Heero for a little while,
taking in the details of his face. The
anger, the hurt, the worry, and the love that was shining from behind those
Prussian blue eyes touched Duo. The
fact that the stoic expression betrayed so much of the feelings he had for him.

‘Don’t do it, don’tit, it, don’t do it,’ he
whispered to himself in his head, but it was too late. He sniffed once and then his bottom lip
stuck out and started trembling. Heero
looked worried. His eyes welled up and
tears spilt out of his eyes as he opened his mouth and wailed. Heero looked horrified as Duo sobbed all
over his chest, as he clung to him for dear life. Heero looked up at Trowa and Quatre, who had both tilted their
heads to the side and looked content.

“Ah,” Quatre sighed happily as he snuggled
into Trowa’s side.

Treize chose this moment to come barrelling
in, with Wufei still under his arm, who was baring his teeth and hissing. Trowa and Quatre took a little step
back. Heero continued to try and
placate the wailing Duo. Duo continued
to cry.

“He turned out to be a good crowd parting
device,” Treize said grinning as he patted Wufei on the head, and then put him
down.

“Why is he crying?” Wufei asked scornfully.

“Because he’s just been through a traumatic
experience and Heero saved him, and they love each other and it’s all so
wonderful!” Quatre blurted, “And Trowa did the same for me!” Quatre’s voice
went hig high and squeaky (An: more so) as he also started to blub.

“That’s just so…” Wufei began in a derisive
tone “beautiful,” Wufei cried out, and he joined in with the waterworks. The three others stood by and watched their
partners as they cried their hearts out.
Trowa was silently trying to calm Quatre with hugs. Heero had resorted to gently shaking
Duo. Treize was slapping Wufei around
the face.

After ten minutes Heero had had
enough. His ears were ringing, his
voice was hoarse and worst of all, he was damp.

“Alright, THAT IS ENOUGH!” Heero screeched
above the wails. Everyone stopped
crying abruptly. Duo hiccupped a few
times, as he calmed down.

“Right,” Heero said, taking a deep and
calming breath, “We now have the task of extraditing all of the remaining party
guests.”

Quatre snivelled, “Oh that,” he sniffed, “I
can get Rashid and his people to do that, easy enough.”

“Well hop to it little man,” Trowa said,
pushing him in the direction of the main hall.
Quatre stumbled forwards then turned around and stuck out his bottom lip

“Fine,” Trowa conceded as he made his way
over to Quatre and guided him towards the main hall.

“Let’s get rid of this trash,” Heero said
as he kicked the gorilla in the side.
Treize nodded and bent to pick up the fat guy. Heero grabbed the gorilla by an arm and dragged him over to a
window.

“Could you open that for me?” Heero
indicated to the big bay window as he looked at Duo. Duo jumped up from the floor and wiped his nose on his arm. He trotted over to the window and pushed it
open. Heero gave the guy a few spins,
as if he were doing the hammer-throw, and then chucked him out the window into
some bushes. Treize threw the other guy
in the same direction. Duo shut the
window and grinned.

“Assholes,” he yelled.

“Glad to see you’re not too traumatised,”
Heero said, sliding an arm around his waist.
Duo grinned again and was about to give him a peck on the cheek…

“EEEEEEEEEEEEP!” he screamed. Heero jumped from the sheer level of noise
that was just directed so close to his ear.

“Argh!” Heero yelped in pain. Duo looked down to see Wufei with his teeth
embedded into his leg. Heero looked at
Wufei curiously.

“I’m a tiger!” he said through his teeth,
not letting go of Duo’s leg.

“How can he still be that drunk?” Heero
questioned Treize, who merely shrugged and began to prise Wufei off Duo’s leg.

“Maxwell tastes of chicken!” Wufei
declared. (O.o)

Trowa and Quatre returned to this
statement. Trowa gave Wufei an odd
look, and then shrugged, “Fair enough,” he said.

“Everyone’s leaving now,” Quatre added as
he brushed some invisible lint off his tutu.

“Right then, bed time,” Heero said with a
feral look at Duo.

Duo gulped.

 

The end!

Oh yes that’s the end of this chapter my
friends and reviewers!

Heero: So close to bedtime! <Looks
defeated>

Duo: <pats Heero’s back consolingly>

Oh well, bedtime for everyone in the next
chappie.

See you then peeps

Love you all, Akiko xxx