Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle for Shinigami ❯ Pranks ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Naminei 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 416 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 416 | Status: Work In Progress
The light shone through the blinds, bands of brilliance dancing across the floor. One of these spears of brightness shone into the eyes of the sleeping form on the bed, summoning a disgruntled moan. The mass of flesh and sheets turned over, hiding from the morning sun, hoping for at least five more minutes of sleep.
The door to the darkened room slowly creaked open and the dim light from the hallway flooded in, illuminating the bed and the arm that dangled from the mattress, the only piece of skin visible from under the mountain of blankets. The form in the doorway snickered slightly, easing himself into the room, ready to pounce on his unsuspecting victim, still in the throws of sleep. He slinked over to the blinds, grasping the drawstring firmly in his hand and with a wide, devilish grin, yanked on it, bathing the room in bright light before jumping on the bed. He yanked the covers off to reveal a very disgruntled Heero and with a yelp at the death glare he received, leaped off the bed and dashed into his own room, locking the door securely behind him.
“DUO!!!! Get back you here you little coward! I'm going to have your ass for this!” yelled Heero through the door, no doubt in his mind that the baka would die for his pranks this time.
“Sorry, I'm not accepting visitors right now. Please, come back later!” Duo said through the door in his best British accent, grinning wildly. It was fun to get a rise out of Heero. In fact, he had refined his talents so much that it was now an art form.
“Baka! You'd best let me in there this minute unless you want me to hack off that braid of yours and skin your sorry ass alive!”
Duo cowered behind the door. He had really struck a nerve this time. He peered around the room, looking for a way out, but found none. Slowly, he unlocked the door, ready to make a run for it if he had to. Opening the door an inch, he peeked out and saw no one. `How stupid does he think I am?' Duo thought, his braid swishing this way and that as he looked up and down the hall. Still no sign of anyone. He glanced towards Heero's room. The door was closed and the light from his now open window streamed from underneath the door.
He hesitantly peeked his head out, his heart beating wildly in his chest, knowing that Heero was really pissed this time.
“Uhh...? Quatre? Trowa? ...Wufei?” Duo called out hesitantly. He leaned further out into the hallway, bolder since he hadn't been tackled yet. He walked out into the corridor, glancing about warily. “...Hee-chan...?”
Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground from behind, an angry voice in his ear, “I told you to NEVER wake me up the morning after a mission! AND I told you to never call me Hee-chan!” Duo's face paled as he let out a small whimper, his arms screaming in pain as Heero pulled them farther behind his back.
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” Duo cried out, his legs creeping under his chest, ready to escape. Heero relaxed his grip slightly and Duo took his chance. Springing to his feet, he pushed Heero against the wall and dashed downstairs where he heard Quatre turn on the news. Flying down the stairs five at a time, he skidded into the living room and dashed behind Quatre, latching onto his arm.
“Duo? What are you--?”
“Help Quatre! He's after me,” shrieked Duo as he saw the now enraged Heero storm down the steps. He pushed the startled and somewhat bewildered Quatre between himself and the infuriated Heero, peeking over the blonde's shoulder with big violet doe eyes.
Trowa, watching the whole fiasco from the kitchen, couldn't help but laugh at the confused look on Quatre's face as he was used as a shield. All the while, Heero was trying to snatch Duo's braid, the only part of him that seemed to escape from behind Quatre's small frame.
“Would you cut it out already?” demanded Heero, aggravation seeping into his normally even voice. Duo smiled mischievously.
“I would have to say no, Hee-chan. You're still going to kill me, so why not give you a run for your money while I'm at it?” Heero sighed and let his hands fall to his sides in defeat. It just wasn't worth it. The three other boys in the room stood there, in utter amazement, Duo's eyes now wide with wonder. What was he doing? He didn't normally give up that easily.
“Fine Duo. You win. It's not worth it,” his voice was slightly laced with submission and exasperation. He turned without another word and stalked up the stairs. Duo followed him with his gaze until he saw him disappear into his room and heard the door close securely behind him.
Quatre turned to Duo and with a lost look on his face asked, “Who's that? And what have they done to Heero?” Duo merely shrugged and carefully made his way up the stairs, sure not to make a single noise.
Meanwhile in Heero's room, he sat there, crouched behind the door, waiting for Duo's curiosity to get the better of him. As usual, it did and he heard Duo slowly walk up the stairs, a feindish smile playing across Heero's lips as he readied himself.
The door opened slowly and he could tell that Duo was looking around for him. “Heero? I'm sorry about what I did. It WAS pretty mean of me. Heero? You here...?” he called out hesitantly. The door opened a little wider and he inched his way into the room, wondering where exactly Heero had gone to.
Heero then leaped up and onto Duo's back, sending him toppling into the bed, face first, cutting off a yelp of surprise. Heero pinned the braided boy down with his knees and hands, and whispered in his ear, “You didn't think you'd get away with it that easily did you?”
“Maybe this once...”
“Wrong. I always win. You know that.” Heero could barely suppress the laughter that was building inside him at the site of Duo completely taken by surprise, his own pranks used against him.
“Heero?”
“What is it?”
“I can't feel my legs.” Heero shifted his weight and smiled slightly as he rolled off, releasing the other boy. Duo stood and massaged the back of his legs gingerly, trying to restore blood flow. “I thought that you were going to put a gun to my head for disturbing you again, but NOT that,” he continued, looking Heero in the eye, a playful glint dancing across his own.
“At least I got you by surprise. It serves you right for what you did to me. Count yourself lucky that I didn't kill you this time, baka. I was ready to.”
Duo flipped his braid over his shoulder and grinned, his hands on his hips. “You know that you could never kill me. I'm just too good looking. Where else could you get your fix of eye candy?”
Heero raised his eyebrows slightly, incredulous. Duo was too full of himself for his own good. Duo smiled, knowing what Heero was thinking, and wishing it were something else. If only...
Duo shook his head and proceeded out of the pilot's room and downstairs, ready to eat his usual breakfast of Lucky Charms. Sure it rotted your teeth something awful, but it gave you one hell of a sugar high. He nearly fell down the stairs in his haste, causing Heero to chuckle slightly.
Duo was quite the character. He always found a way to make someone laugh and hide his own problems, making him seem like he was happy all the time. That wasn't true though. Heero had heard him cry at night many a time, but what about he had no clue. There were many things about the baka that he didn't know, but he himself had a couple secrets too.
The door to the darkened room slowly creaked open and the dim light from the hallway flooded in, illuminating the bed and the arm that dangled from the mattress, the only piece of skin visible from under the mountain of blankets. The form in the doorway snickered slightly, easing himself into the room, ready to pounce on his unsuspecting victim, still in the throws of sleep. He slinked over to the blinds, grasping the drawstring firmly in his hand and with a wide, devilish grin, yanked on it, bathing the room in bright light before jumping on the bed. He yanked the covers off to reveal a very disgruntled Heero and with a yelp at the death glare he received, leaped off the bed and dashed into his own room, locking the door securely behind him.
“DUO!!!! Get back you here you little coward! I'm going to have your ass for this!” yelled Heero through the door, no doubt in his mind that the baka would die for his pranks this time.
“Sorry, I'm not accepting visitors right now. Please, come back later!” Duo said through the door in his best British accent, grinning wildly. It was fun to get a rise out of Heero. In fact, he had refined his talents so much that it was now an art form.
“Baka! You'd best let me in there this minute unless you want me to hack off that braid of yours and skin your sorry ass alive!”
Duo cowered behind the door. He had really struck a nerve this time. He peered around the room, looking for a way out, but found none. Slowly, he unlocked the door, ready to make a run for it if he had to. Opening the door an inch, he peeked out and saw no one. `How stupid does he think I am?' Duo thought, his braid swishing this way and that as he looked up and down the hall. Still no sign of anyone. He glanced towards Heero's room. The door was closed and the light from his now open window streamed from underneath the door.
He hesitantly peeked his head out, his heart beating wildly in his chest, knowing that Heero was really pissed this time.
“Uhh...? Quatre? Trowa? ...Wufei?” Duo called out hesitantly. He leaned further out into the hallway, bolder since he hadn't been tackled yet. He walked out into the corridor, glancing about warily. “...Hee-chan...?”
Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground from behind, an angry voice in his ear, “I told you to NEVER wake me up the morning after a mission! AND I told you to never call me Hee-chan!” Duo's face paled as he let out a small whimper, his arms screaming in pain as Heero pulled them farther behind his back.
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” Duo cried out, his legs creeping under his chest, ready to escape. Heero relaxed his grip slightly and Duo took his chance. Springing to his feet, he pushed Heero against the wall and dashed downstairs where he heard Quatre turn on the news. Flying down the stairs five at a time, he skidded into the living room and dashed behind Quatre, latching onto his arm.
“Duo? What are you--?”
“Help Quatre! He's after me,” shrieked Duo as he saw the now enraged Heero storm down the steps. He pushed the startled and somewhat bewildered Quatre between himself and the infuriated Heero, peeking over the blonde's shoulder with big violet doe eyes.
Trowa, watching the whole fiasco from the kitchen, couldn't help but laugh at the confused look on Quatre's face as he was used as a shield. All the while, Heero was trying to snatch Duo's braid, the only part of him that seemed to escape from behind Quatre's small frame.
“Would you cut it out already?” demanded Heero, aggravation seeping into his normally even voice. Duo smiled mischievously.
“I would have to say no, Hee-chan. You're still going to kill me, so why not give you a run for your money while I'm at it?” Heero sighed and let his hands fall to his sides in defeat. It just wasn't worth it. The three other boys in the room stood there, in utter amazement, Duo's eyes now wide with wonder. What was he doing? He didn't normally give up that easily.
“Fine Duo. You win. It's not worth it,” his voice was slightly laced with submission and exasperation. He turned without another word and stalked up the stairs. Duo followed him with his gaze until he saw him disappear into his room and heard the door close securely behind him.
Quatre turned to Duo and with a lost look on his face asked, “Who's that? And what have they done to Heero?” Duo merely shrugged and carefully made his way up the stairs, sure not to make a single noise.
Meanwhile in Heero's room, he sat there, crouched behind the door, waiting for Duo's curiosity to get the better of him. As usual, it did and he heard Duo slowly walk up the stairs, a feindish smile playing across Heero's lips as he readied himself.
The door opened slowly and he could tell that Duo was looking around for him. “Heero? I'm sorry about what I did. It WAS pretty mean of me. Heero? You here...?” he called out hesitantly. The door opened a little wider and he inched his way into the room, wondering where exactly Heero had gone to.
Heero then leaped up and onto Duo's back, sending him toppling into the bed, face first, cutting off a yelp of surprise. Heero pinned the braided boy down with his knees and hands, and whispered in his ear, “You didn't think you'd get away with it that easily did you?”
“Maybe this once...”
“Wrong. I always win. You know that.” Heero could barely suppress the laughter that was building inside him at the site of Duo completely taken by surprise, his own pranks used against him.
“Heero?”
“What is it?”
“I can't feel my legs.” Heero shifted his weight and smiled slightly as he rolled off, releasing the other boy. Duo stood and massaged the back of his legs gingerly, trying to restore blood flow. “I thought that you were going to put a gun to my head for disturbing you again, but NOT that,” he continued, looking Heero in the eye, a playful glint dancing across his own.
“At least I got you by surprise. It serves you right for what you did to me. Count yourself lucky that I didn't kill you this time, baka. I was ready to.”
Duo flipped his braid over his shoulder and grinned, his hands on his hips. “You know that you could never kill me. I'm just too good looking. Where else could you get your fix of eye candy?”
Heero raised his eyebrows slightly, incredulous. Duo was too full of himself for his own good. Duo smiled, knowing what Heero was thinking, and wishing it were something else. If only...
Duo shook his head and proceeded out of the pilot's room and downstairs, ready to eat his usual breakfast of Lucky Charms. Sure it rotted your teeth something awful, but it gave you one hell of a sugar high. He nearly fell down the stairs in his haste, causing Heero to chuckle slightly.
Duo was quite the character. He always found a way to make someone laugh and hide his own problems, making him seem like he was happy all the time. That wasn't true though. Heero had heard him cry at night many a time, but what about he had no clue. There were many things about the baka that he didn't know, but he himself had a couple secrets too.