Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ Day Two ( Chapter 4 )

Day Two

 

“Guys, thanks for coming!” Duo enthused at the assembled horde.

 

Rashid snorted. “Don't thank me. Master Quatre is holding my BMW hostage.” Around him, various other Maguanacs nodded in peevish silence.

 

Quatre smiled blindingly at them. “Thank you so much for helping me again! You guys are the best!”

 

Rashid blushed a little. “Well, okay, just this once though!”

 

Duo blinked, shook his head. “Whatever. At least you came!”

 

“Speak for yourself,” Trowa grumped, kicking a charred piece of concrete.

 

Wufei stood apart from the others, arms crossed over his chest. He studied the scene with dispassionate eyes, and dismissed the assembled volunteers with a sneer. “I want the bathroom.”

 

“There isn't one,” Duo snarled, “use the tree.”

 

Wufei smirked darkly. “No, I mean, it's tradition. When building a house in seven days, the most capable worker picks one room and makes it his Secret Project. Since the rest of you seem happy to sit there with your thumbs up your butts, I'm calling dibs. Bathroom. Mine. Goodbye.”

 

“There isn't even a frame up yet!” Duo yelled, but it was no good. Wufei had locked himself in the planning trailer.

 

“Duo,” Quatre asked blandly, “do you have a blueprint?”

 

“Er, I've got this,” Duo replied, unfolding a sheet of restaurant doodle paper and laying it across the former patio. Scrawled upon it in blue crayon was the outline of a house, complete with little stick-figure people and mobile suits.

 

Trowa leaned over and looked at the `blueprint'. Then at Duo. Then at Quatre. “I think we may need to have Duo locked up for his own good.”

 

“Hey! I'm tryin', here!” Duo hollered, hopping to his feet.

 

A firm narrow hand pushed him back down. “Cool it there, kid,” Howard said, tilting his sunglasses up and peeking at Duo from underneath the frames. “I've got you covered. You need a house, right? We'll get this done with style!”

 

Behind Howard, a dozen geeks and assorted tech-nerds waved at the young pilot. Some of them looked vaguely familiar; others looked like they were on loan from Microsoft.

 

“Um, Howard? You guys ever built a house before?” Duo asked nervously.

 

“Not exactly, no,” Howard replied, “but we've built mobile suits and spaceships! This should be a piece of cake! Now, what kind of output specs are we looking at?”

 

“It's a house, Howard,” Duo stated, “no output at all. It doesn't move.”

 

“Whoa, are you telling me you want a HOUSE?”

 

“Yes, a house! You know, a private dwelling with such things as a bathroom and a kitchen and indoor plumbing and a media room?” Duo felt himself begin to panic, forced it down. “A small building designed to be lived in!”

 

“Oh, a house!” Howard nodded sagely. “Right, we can do that.”

 

Trowa pulled out his cellphone and hit a speed-dial key. “Sun City Insane Asylum?”

 

Quatre smacked the phone out of his hand. It bounced across the concrete twice before flipping open again and playing a particularly raunchy ringtone at full volume. “That's not the kind of help they need!” Turning toward the trusty Maguanacs, Quatre put two fingers in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. “Yo! Men! Are you ready to frame this house?”

 

As one the Maguanacs stood at attention and bellowed, “Yes, Master Quatre!”

 

“Now,” Quatre asked politely, “where does one go to buy a house frame?”