Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ The Request for a Home Makeover ( Chapter 2 )

The Request for a Home Makeover

 

The two pilots were protected by the enhanced grill hood Duo had added the previous day, but Heero's house…

 

“My house…” Heero levered himself out from under the massive grill hood and stared at the smoking crater that had once been a tidy split-level.

 

“Your house…” Duo blinked and coughed as a backwash of ash rolled over him.

 

Slowly Heero turned and glared at Duo. “What. Did. You. Do.”

 

“I just tried to light it…”

 

“Mission accomplished,” Heero snarled. “But. What. Did. You. DO!”

 

“I…fixed it?” Duo whimpered, flinching.

 

Heero glared. “That kind of grill doesn't come with a fuel tank, Duo. So for the last time, before I kill you, what did you do to my HOUSE?!??”

 

Duo's mouth hung open for several seconds. Then he whispered, “It doesn't? But…what was that tank right under it for?”

 

Heero shook with barely controlled fury. “That was weed killer!”

 

“Oh, man… I'm sorry, Heero. I filled it with fuel. I really thought -”

 

Heero spoke slowly now as though addressing Relena. “Duo, where did you get the fuel?”

 

“From your Gundam.”

 

“I see. From Wing?”

 

“Yeah, that one.”

 

“Vernier fuel?”

 

“Uh, yeah.”

 

“You mixed vernier rocket fuel with weed killer and set it on fire?”

 

“…yeah.”

 

Heero counted calmly to ten…then grabbed Duo around the throat and began throttling him. “You blew up my HOUSE!”

 

“Heero! Wait!” Duo gasped. “I can fix it!”

 

Heero tightened his grip. “There's nothing to fix, you idiot! It's a CRATER! We'd need the terraforming company to fix this!”

 

“Agh! Right! I'll get them!”

 

As Duo began to pass out, Heero paused in his murder and considered. Releasing his hold, he sat Duo on the hot concrete and squatted down in front of him. “You can get people to rebuild my house?”

 

Duo was willing to say anything at this point just so Heero wouldn't kill him just yet. “Yes! I can! I have contacts! Oh, please, Heero, let me fix this. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to trash your house!”

 

Heero almost went for the throat again, but settled for a last chastisement. “Duo, when you and Trowa were playing floor hockey with an ashtray and took out my entertainment center, that was trashing my house. This is a little worse.” Then Heero stood and stated, “I'm leaving. You've got one week. When I get back, if I don't have a new house, I will kill you.”

 

“But,” Duo blurted, “why? Where will you go?”

 

Heero looked at the place where his garage had once been. Wing Zero sat in the empty spot, steaming slightly. “For one thing, I need to hide THAT. Besides, if I stay, I'll probably kill you before you have a chance to take two steps. As for where…” His eyes strayed skyward. Where should a Gundam pilot go after he's saved the world twice and his house is being rebuilt?

 

“I'm going to Disneyworld.”