Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ The Reveal, or: Gundam Pilot, MOVE THAT GUNDAM! ( Chapter 13 )

The Reveal, or: Gundam Pilot, MOVE THAT GUNDAM!

 

Heero sighed and stared out the truck window. Behind him in the cargo hold lay Wing, all funned out from their stay at Disney. Unlike Heero, Wing hadn't been too short to ride the good rides…

 

As the truck turned onto his street, Heero frowned. There seemed to be an awful lot of commotion near his house. That couldn't be a good sign, could it? He reached for his cell phone.

 

“This is Duo. I'm not here right now, but if you'll leave a message I'll call you back whenever I figure out where I am.”

 

Heero hung up.

 

The truck pulled in across the street from Heero's home, as the road directly in front was blocked off by two ancient Volkswagen mini-buses and the Gundam Altron. Heero gave the driver a handsome tip to stay the hell put, then jumped down from the cab and approached the chaos.

 

Relena greeted him with a flying tackle, knocking his mouse-ear hat off. “HEEEEEEEROOO! Are you going to kill me now?”

 

“I might. Do I have a house?”

 

“You do!” Relena smiled at him, though she seemed a little worried around the edges. “Or, rather, you mostly do…”

 

Heero shoved her off so that she landed flat on her butt on the asphalt.

 

Duo trotted over, stopping well beyond easy reach. “Heero, good to see ya, buddy!”

 

“Hn. Did you fix my house?”

 

“We have to do this right,” Duo stated. He reached for his bullhorn.

 

Everybody but Heero put their hands over their ears.

 

“BUS DRIVER: MOVE THAT BUS!”

 

With a cough and a rumble, the VW hippie-haulers jolted to life and trundled down the road. Altron, however, just stood there, as he was not, technically, invited to move.

 

Heero stared. He tried not to cry. He resisted the urge to grab Duo…and throttle the holy living shit out of him.

 

The `house', if one could call it that, looked likely to bring the wrath of the housing association down on him faster than an unmuzzled Rottweiler. It seemed slightly bent, in the leftward direction, and slightly downward at the same time, as though it had been broken in half and repaired with duct tape.

 

The Plant sensed Master's anger and knew that this would never work out if it didn't do something quick.

 

Vines erupted from the ground in front of Heero, rising high and weaving together to create a stunning arbor. Beyond that, the yard sprouted several impromptu topiaries reminiscent of a Tim Burton movie. The Plant almost hummed to itself, hoping against hope that this human would not try to kill it. It still felt bad about the damage done to the human's hive in the aftermath of that one incident, but it really hadn't thought the female would get so damn possessive…

 

“Hn. Martian Kudzu Vine,” Heero snorted. “That's one way to ensure my property value plummets. Nice work, Duo.”

 

The Plant retrieved Master's cute mouse hat and put it back on his head.

 

Heero sighed. “Well, whoever tamed it did a nice job, anyway. Let me see the house.”