Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ Day 4 ( Chapter 6 )

Day Four

 

“I want to do a secret project too,” Duo whined, watching Wufei haul yet another massive something-or-other into the tiny bathroom. He wondered briefly where everything was going - but decided it was better not to ask.

 

Quatre patted him on the shoulder. “You could, um, do the bedroom?”

 

“Bedroom? Really?” Duo gaped. He'd had a crush on Heero for ages, ever since reading a story on the internet about the two of them getting hot and heavy at a carwash. To be in charge of Heero's bedroom…

 

“It's, um, actually almost done,” Quatre confessed. “But you can finish decorating it!”

 

“I'll take it! Thank you!” Duo bolted toward the bedroom.

 

“Hey, Duo!” Quatre called. “Why do you want to do a secret project, anyway?”

 

Duo wiped damp hair out of his eyes. “Well, for one thing, to get me inside out of this rain…”

 

“Oh, right.” Quatre adjusted his goggles. “Well, I'm off. Wish me luck.”

 

“Good luck, man.” Duo didn't stay to watch his associate leave, for the storm chose that moment to dump on them like an overflowing celestial toilet.

 

Inside the house, most of the structural work was now complete. Though bizarre sounds came from the bathroom at irregular intervals, and sometimes a strange smell seemed to linger just outside the newly-installed door… Duo tried not to think about it. Instead, he nabbed two bottles of strong gourmet coffee and locked himself in the bedroom.

 

Meanwhile, Quatre and his trusty Maguanac corps headed out on their mission. There was much that needed to be done, and only a select few capable of doing it. As always, they faced the difficult task head-on. “They're counting on us,” Quatre stated, taking his position at the head of the troop. He mounted his vehicle with solemn determination, Rashid at his back. “Can we do this?” he cried out, arms upraised.

 

“Yes, Master Quatre!”

 

“Then let's DO THIS!” Quatre dropped his arms to point straight ahead, signalling his men to move out.

 

Rashid gripped the bar of the massive shopping cart and pushed. Quatre stood at its helm, an inspiring figure to his men and a source of much whispered commentary by the sales staff as the Maguanacs invaded Sears.

 

They bought washers and rotors and car parts galore,

Toolkits, a workbench, two hacksaws and more.

A jumper by Dickies (size small, double-X),

A high-power worklight with neck that can flex.

They stuffed half the department right into their carts,

Then headed upstairs to the media arts!

Plasma TV and a stereo, too;

For Quatre's friend only the best stuff would do!

But when they returned all heady with glory -

“Um, where are the towels?” was the twist in their story…

 

“Towels?” Quatre repeated as though he hadn't quite understood.

 

“Yes,” Trowa murmured, easing the small blond away from the overly-protective Maguanacs. “Towels. Sheets. A stove? No? Quatre, what DID you guys buy?”

 

Quatre looked back at his men as they happily hauled their purchases into the bowels of the house frame. “We bought…stuff for Heero. Stuff he'd like. And we got Duo a foreman's bullhorn. Oh dear… Rashid seemed so confident!”

 

Wufei stumbled past, pausing to yank violently on the turgid garden hose he was hauling behind him. He blinked as the conversation made its way into his preoccupied brain. Then he snorted. “You should have sent a woman.”

 

Trowa rolled his eyes. “I thought I did…”

 

As Wufei resumed his task, Quatre turned a teary gaze on Trowa. “I'm so sorry. Is there any way I can make up for my mistake?”

 

Trowa didn't miss a beat: he grabbed Quatre by the wrist and hauled him out to the planning trailer.