Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Extreme Home Makeover - Gundam Edition ❯ The Game Room ( Chapter 15 )

The Game Room

 

“What the hell was that?”

 

Heero struggled to get his bearings. The room - and by proxy the entire house - now stood at a 15° angle relative to the street. He braced his feet and staggered back toward the front door, only to find it half-buried in the begonias. Never one to accept defeat on the first try, Heero turned and headed for the kitchen.

 

Duo, meanwhile, followed a very helpful handrail around the back perimeter of the house and met up with Heero at the kitchen. He briefly wondered how that handrail had gotten there; he hadn't ordered one, and it didn't really go with the interior décor, being green and squashy and all. But what the hell, it got him through the tilted funhouse without landing on his ass, so for that Duo was properly grateful.

 

By now Heero had gotten the sliding door open and made a leap for the patio. He hit and rolled, and would have come up with gun in hand if he'd been armed. As it was, he came up brandishing a “Pirates of the Caribbean” pamphlet.

 

Duo clambered down the viney green netting that seemed to be there for the express purpose of clambering down from the kitchen window to the lush greenery below. He landed next to Heero. And stared. First at Heero. Then at the house.

 

In the open area where a foundation should have been lay a ramp: a wide, epoxy-finished, cement ramp. The sort one might find inside a jet hangar. And up the ramp swarmed a horde of workmen. The Maguanacs surrounded Heero and Duo, lifted them high upon their shoulders, and carried them back down the ramp, cheering and congratulating themselves all the while.

 

“Every young man needs a place to unwind, to connect with his inner spirituality,” Rashid stated firmly. “Knowing your temperament, and the general lack of skill of those good folks working aboveground, we decided to take care of the important stuff for them. Welcome, young sir, to your game room!”

 

They set Heero down, then as an afterthought set Duo next to him. The two young pilots stood there, mouths hanging open at the immensity of what they saw. Then Rashid stepped aside, allowing them to experience the most tricked-out rec room in the history of home improvement.

 

Fantastically huge plasma screen TVs - three of them! A variety of video game systems; computers with multi-media packages and high-speed internet; exercise equipment the envy of OZ Tactical - possibly even scavenged from such; a fully-functional kitchen that put the one upstairs to utter shame: I could SO live down here, Heero thought, and a slightly demented grin spread across his astonished countenance.

 

“And,” Ahmed pointed out with a smirk, “it's kudzu-proof.”

 

“I'll take it!” Heero blurted, aiming for an overstuffed sofa and the plethora of remote controls arrayed on one cushion.

 

“But wait!” Rashid cried, his voice echoing off the walls and making even Duo cringe. “There's one last thing to show you.”