Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Boys go Shopping ❯ Gundam Boys go Shopping ( Chapter 2 )

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Gundam Boys go Shopping- Part Two



Mmmmmmm…… =D YO~!!! Anybody miss me? ^_^; I've been busy with my extra courses during the summer… (Not summer school, just extra courses because I have no life ~ There is a difference. <pfft> Like I'm actually that inept to have to take summer school) The one's I'm taking with De-chan… Yep… we're ambitious alright. Na… Another reason is… ::drool:: Endless Waltz… I've finally bought the DVD!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! XD…. o.O;; You know in the extra footage of the special Movie version, Dorothy actually smoothes out one of her eyebrows? ::breaks down laughing::


My skills have probably dulled during the past few… months (><;; please don't hurt me!) so don't expect a lot of good quality just yet, ne? ::bows:: Arigatou, and have a nice life.

Oh, and I've made the font bigger for everybody's convenience. =3

Gundam Boys go Shopping- Part Two
By Kaen-chan XÞ

Heero blinked. Something was wrong… Something that wasn't supposed to happen. As his surroundings slowly sharpened, he noticed the faint filtering of cheap music and the overpowering smell of perfume, hairspray and who-knows-what-else. Suddenly it hit him-
"Ninmu… kanryou"
He narrowed his eyes as another thought struck him… Duo. He growled and advanced on the back of the unwary pilot.
Unfortunately for his desperate need for revenge over something the others considered so small as participating in a hair appointment {Phew, long sentence ^^;;}, over the past few years, Duo had developed a keen sixth sense that warned him of any possible events that might as well be hazardous to his health… eating too much junk food not being one in his case… Mostly this 'sixth sense' is particularly attuned to the Yuy Death Glare™.
Duo twitched involuntarily. Immediately and on impulse, he flung himself headlong behind the counters of hairspray and mousse just as a round of bullets sped towards where he might've been and into a stack of Pantene Pro-V™ shampoo and conditioners.
Wufei looked insulted at the waste.
Thus, Heero was pitifully robbed of his bloodthirsty vengeance one last time by fate. {Aww… poor Heewo ß
Not a spelling error} However he wasn't about to let fate to stop him…
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Curious of the turmoil of sounds, an attendant immediately rushed out to serve the 'customers'… Only to be greeted with a mess of hair, plastic, and lotions of all sort. Then she stared at Quatre…
The manager followed after the girl shrieked. "Nani?" she gasped, only to freeze at the sight of five bishies who where at each throats, rolling around in a pile of shampoo and lathered soap… Or rather three pilots after each other's blood while two others were watching from the sidelines with either extremely faint wry amusement or public embarrassment.
The wrestling match promptly froze, and five pairs of eyes slowly swerved to stare at her balefully.
Wufei swore eloquently in Chinese with fluent command of all the atrocities and vulgarities known to Asians. He finally demanded, "What do you want, onna?"
The two women both flushed as the three boys picked themselves up gingerly and continued to stare at them. "*cough* May we help you?" the manager chose to wisely ignore the obvious insult.
Wufei snorted. "Why do you think we're here? To amuse ourselves by detonating cosmetics?"
The attendant narrowed her eyes opened her mouth to retort with a sarcastic remark, but the manager caught her in the ribs just before she openly insulted the chauvinistic pilot of Altron.
"Umm…. Welcome to our hair saloon," the manager airily waved a well-manicured hand around the room that seemed to glow with a sickening pink light.
Heero inwardly grimaced. //Relena would've loved this//, he thought wryly. ::insert image of chibi-fied Relena slamming herself into the walls and plastering herself to the paint… inhaling the chemical fumes::
Quatre was the first to speak up. "Hai, My companions and I would like separate treatments please."
The attendant perked up by the innocent kawaii-ness of the blonde Arabian and immediately became disgustingly obsequious and tried to ingratiate herself with the well-spoken Winner heir.
"Would you like a hair cut, sir?" she purred sidling up to him, platinum blond hair glinting in the artificial light.
Quatre: oO;;
The manager cast the sultry looking girl a dark glance and gestured for the rest of the pilots to follow the horde of hairdressers that had magically appeared.
Each were sat down a mobile chair {Weeeeeeeeee! ::spins around:: @-@}and was attended by each a different girl… However somehow the sociable Shinigami ended up with three… and Heero… well Heero ended up with ten all trying to shove them down into a chair.
Quatre of course, ended up with his newly found stalker…
"Sit down!" one of the girls forcing Heero grunted, trying to exert what little strength she had into getting an arm to rest on the chair.
Quatre sighed and turned to Trowa. "Onegai Tro-kun? Can you see to this?"
The uni-banged pilot of Heavyarms nodded subtlety, glared at his attendant whose fingers were noticeably twitching to trim the bangs, and glanced and Wufei who also rose.
Silently, both men crept behind Heero and plunged the suicidal pilot down into the chair.
Duo leapt from his chair, pulling a length of rope and rag from his personal Hammer Space™ and swiftly bound and gagged Heero. He dusted off his hands and whistled while sauntering off back to his chair.
"Mmm, phmm, phtt!!!!!"
As Trowa and Wufei reseated themselves, Duo smirked. He winked to one of his fawning and giggling attendants. {Dammit! That word is being over used!}
"Just trim off the tip… not to much," he warned the girl who was holding a pair of scissors. "Otherwise, I'll be forced to send you to hell." He chuckled ominously but still clutched possessively at the base of his braid.
The girl gulped nervously at the sudden change of happy cheerful customer, to evil over-protective maniac.
Soon after, there reigned silence… excluding the incessant snipping and hacking… as well as metal being bent.
"OMAE O KOROSU DUO!" Heero snarled, spitting away his gag. His attendants dropped there dulled scissors and jumped back in fright, cowering in a damp corner.
Duo snapped open his eyes from his nap and quickly made sure that his braid was still intact… which it was for that matter. {No, I'm not chopping of Duo's braid. There are countless of fics with that taking place. XÞ So there} He glanced over to Yuy and gaped. "What did you do??? Chew through the cloth?"
Heero glared from his position and glowered murderously. "As a matter of fact, I did, baka. Now get me out of this right now! Those whimpering idiots over there," he gestured to the mewling girls, "Can't get it into their thick skulls that I don't want a haircut."
Wufei smirked up at the manager who had self appointed herself to be his hairdresser, and was trying to unsuccessfully trim his hair with a pair of shears. "Getting tired yet onna?" Like the floor around Heero, a pile of discarded and blunted scissors lay strewn about him as the manager grew desperate.
Trowa still held his attendant in a glaring match, not even allowing her near his hair. "Gundanium shampoo™," he murmured, never taking his eyes from the match. His eyes focussed on the pouting girl. "Had I known that your intentions were to completely hack off my bangs, I'd not even come here the first place," he muttered.
"Urusai!" the Prussian blue eyes smoldered at the brainless idiots. "Duo," he gritted through clenched teeth, "Get. Me. Out. Of. This. So. I. Can. Get. Out. Of. Here."
"And away from the hair-brained twits," Wufei added.
"Nicely put," Trowa smiled briefly.
Wufei smirked smugly.
All the while, Quatre had been convulsing in his rather audible, private agony. "ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!!!!!" he screamed in absolute horror… In truth, he had been screaming ever since Heero chewed through the rag.
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He cowered as the attendant loomed over him. "Doshita Qua-kun?" she purred. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
Heero grimaced while Duo gagged. "Dorothy. What in the world are you doing here?"
The pale eyed woman ran a finger over one of the branches on her eyebrows. {Gomen! I just couldn't get that scene out of my mind!} She glared at them irritably. "It's my part time job," she replied shortly.
Wufei snorted.
Dorothy glared at him, as if she were trying to laser a hole through his head. "Hiretsukan*," she muttered.


*Mean bastard


"Kisama," he hissed, and lunged at her, katana upraised from god-knows-where. (Actually god knows in the Hammer Space Universe.)
She herself countered his attack by whipping out a fencing saber…. Quatre screamed again and dodged out of his chair… At the very least, his bangs had been trimmed about an inch or so…
The two opponents where at it like psychopathic lunatics. The manager and rest of the attendants had already fled while Duo looked helplessly at the triple knot he tied in the rope. "Oh shit..."
"Nani?" Heero snapped harshly, struggling against his bonds. "If you can't untie this damned thing, the moment I free myself without your help, is when you're meeting the real Shinigami!"
Duo looked offended. "Demo, watashi Shinigami desu!"
"Shut up Maxwell!" Wufei yelled from his parrying.
Finally Duo settled on sawing through the thick rope and sprang back as Heero jumped fro mhis chair in subtle but eveident relief.
"Quatre," he glowered, "You'd better get us out of here before I blast this place to bits and pieces."
The poor blonde pilot nodded vigirously and took out his wallet. He slammed a few hundred bills onto a bullet ridden counter and sped off with the other three pilots in tow… However, Wufei…. Wufei decided to go on carrying justice after he threw Dorothy out the saloon window (unfortunately for the world, the store was on the first floor -_-;;). Cackling impulsively, he ran through the store, randomely distributing his forms of justice…. Whiplashes, slashes, etc… Until Duo ran back in to drag him out by the collar and bodily haul him out the door while he frothed at the mouth in 'Justice glee'. {Couldn't resist the last part ^^;;}
Quatre sniffled a few times and opened his eyes. He took out the list and glanced warily at the rest of the pilots. "Mm… mina-san?" he asked cautiously. "Anybody up for books?"
Duo breathed a sigh of relief. "Why not, it can't be as bad as that," he looked pointedly at the shambles the hair dressers' was in.
Heero merely shrugged. "Hn."
To be continued…

Kaen: Maa… I wonder, what can happen in a book store… na? ::chuckle::
Wufei: ::blinks:: Anou, I didn't get bashed…
Trowa: ::shakes head:: You shouldn't have brought that up.
Kaen: Which reminds me… ::whistles:: Yo Duo!
Duo: Roger! ::DSH comes stomping in:: Gomen Wu-man.
Wufei: ::blinks:: N-nani???
Duo: ::boots him:: Nyahahahahaha.
Quatre: Oh my… ^^;;
Duo: Houston, we have lift off.
Wufei: KISAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


<FIVE MINUTES LATER>


Wufei: ::somehow ends up in Nataku and comes storming back:: INJUSTICE!!!!! ::wreaks havoc::
Kaen: O.O!!! Houston we have a problem.


<One hour later>


Kaen: After escaping the justice freak's rage, I'd like to thank Lady Celestia for allowing me to MST one of her fics… which will be hard because she is such a talented writer. ^.~… (Face it Lady C, you are a good writer!)

NOTICE: Anybody else who is willing to allow me to MST their fic is welcomed to email me their assent. However, do this if you're not afraid to be possibly humiliated.

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