Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Games (Part Three of the Family Sagas) ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

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War Games, Part 2

A week had passed since the paintball battle and the other kids had concocted a scheme that they knew was foolproof and sure to show the Maxwells that they weren't the only ones who could get away with it.

Victoria, Dominic, Veronica, Damien, Vaughn, Miles, Leigh, and Kellie climbed in through the windows of their prospective victims. Namely Christopher, Jonathon, David, and Miranda.

Victoria eyed Chris's sleeping form as she unscrewed the jar of honey. An evil little smile crossed her lips as she watched her brother tie Chris's outstretched hands to the bedposts. "Now lets see how you like this, devil," she whispered as she started pouring honey on him.

Dominic rolled his eyes. He knew his sister was going to enjoy this way too much. Her and Chris had been squaring off against each other for years. He watched and made sure that Chris didn't wake up because frankly, you didn't tick off a Maxwell, just like you didn't tick off a Yuy. "Come on, Vic, we can't stay here too long," he hissed at her in the darkness.

"Almost finished," she said softly as she let the syrupy honey drench Chris. And knowing a sure way to stick it to him she opened another jar and poured the sticky contents on his hair. She knew it would be a bitch for him to wash that braid of his. "Serves you right," she stated as she dipped the end of the braid in the honey.

Dominic's Prussian blue eyes widened as he watched his sister pour the honey on the braid. "He'll kill you for this," he said.

She looked up at him and grinned. "He wouldn't hurt a woman," she said as she put the honey back in her knapsack. "Now let's get going," she said as she went over to the window. She let her brother climb out first. She glanced over her shoulder at the slumbering form. "Have a very sticky morning, Chris," she said softly as she tossed her golden blond hair over her shoulder. And with that she climbed out the window.

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Veronica and Damien had the pleasure of going after Jonathon. She opened the bottle of chocolate syrup and began to pour all over his limp form. She held back a giggle as she made patterns with it on his white tee shirt. "What a surprise he'll have when he wakes up!" she said gleefully.

Damien rolled his eyes at his companion as he tied Jonathon's wrists together on the bedpost. He shook his platinum blond locks. "I swear, you Yuys are sadistic," he muttered. "Remind me never to make any one of you guys mad."

She glanced up at him in the darkness. Her sapphire eyes sparkled as the moonlight hit them. "We're not all sadistic. That's my sister's department. Mom says she's almost like dad," she whispered back.

"That's reassuring," Damien replied wryly as he watched her open another can of chocolate syrup. He knew that it would be a mess in the morning.

Veronica emptied the last of the syrup on Jonathon's head, knowing it would take a few washes to get it out of his thick chestnut hair. But unlike Chris, his hair was shorter. "All done," she said as she put the can back in her bag.

"Good. Now let's go," Damien said as he opened the window and climbed back out.

Veronica glanced at Jonathon. "All is fair in war," she said as she followed him out into the night.

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Vaughn and Miles were taking care of David. "This is too easy," said Vaughn as he poured the thick fudge onto the sleeping David.

"Well Maxwells do tend to sleep like the dead," Miles said as he tied the wrists to the headboard.

"Can you imagine what it is going to be like when he wakes up?" Vaughn asked his older cousin.

"Yeah. All hell is going to break loose. Although he's the sanest of the four, he'll be ticked like the other ones will," Miles replied as he opened the container of fudge and started pouring the thick liquid along with his cousin.

"But that's to be expected," Vaughn answered as he poured the last of the fudge on David's chocolate colored hair.

Miles grinned and poured the last of the fudge in his container on David's head. "Now that's all done with. Let's get going," he said.

Vaughn nodded his dark blond head and opened the window and climbed out. He started to snicker at the thought of being a Maxwell and waking up tomorrow morning.

Miles's green eyes gleamed with amusement and followed his cousin out.

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Kellie and Leigh had gotten Randy. "I've wanted to do something like this for so long," said Leigh as she let the caramel ooze slowly out of its container onto Randy.

"Whose idea was this to pour dessert toppings on all of them?" asked Kellie as she tied Randy's wrists to the headboard as well.

"It was Quatrina's idea actually. Victoria wanted to pour motor oil on all of them," Leigh said as she swirled the caramel on Randy.

"Leave it to my cousin to be utterly sadistic," mumbled Kellie as she took out her own addition of whipped cream. She joined Leigh is making a sundae out of Randy.

"You know she gets that from her dad," said Leigh as she poured the rest of the caramel on Randy's head.

"I know. I've heard the stories. Its hard for me to believe that Uncle Heero could be that bad sometimes," said Kellie as she dabbed whipped cream on the tip of Randy's nose.

Leigh added the last thing. She plopped a maraschino cherry on the whipped cream on Randy's nose. She chuckled softly. "This should be interesting tomorrow morning," she said as she tapped her nail against her lips.

"You know, they'll probably declare war on us," said Kellie as she opened the window again.

"I know. You really think a Maxwell will go down without a fight? Hardly. They'll come back swinging," said Leigh as she followed Kellie out of the window.

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The eight of them stood on the lawn on the Maxwell's home.

"Have all the missions been completed?" asked Victoria as she looked up at the dark windows.

"Yes, all missions have been completed," replied Veronica as she roller her eyes at her sister. "You know, you're starting to sound like dad when you ask that."

"It must be the genes," said Kellie as she brushed her ebony hair away from her face.

Dominic rolled his eyes. "It must be. I got the looks, she got the personality," he said as he pointed at his older sister.

"No wonder Chris calls her ice princess," said Damien as they started to walk back to their cars.

"And no wonder it makes her good and mad," replied Vaughn with a smirk.

"I say, she's just hot for him," said Miles casually.

"What! Are you out of your mind, Barton!" Victoria hissed at him. "I wouldn't go after him even if he was the most eligible bachelor on Earth and the Colonies!"

"Right and I'm Treize Khushrenda," snorted Miles as he climbed into Damien's dark blue Mercedes.

Victoria gave him a death glare that would rival her father's, at him as she got into Dominic's truck. "I'm not hot for him!" she muttered under her breath.

Kellie and Veronica rolled their eyes as they sat in the backseat of the truck.

It was a silent ride home.

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Chris opened his eyes slowly. He felt strange. He yawned broadly as he looked down at himself. His cobalt eyes went wide. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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Duo and Hilde awoke to the sounds of yelling and screaming. He felt out of bed. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered as he made his way down the hall to Chris's room. He could hear his son cursing fluently. He opened the door and his mouth dropped open in shock. "Chris you're…"

"I know that, dad!" Chris snapped. "I'm covered in honey from head to toe. And tied to the friggin' headboard. And to make matters even worse, the honey is in my hair!" he yelled.

Duo made a face. He knew what that was like. His son looked infuriated beyond belief. He didn't blame him. He went over and untied his son's wrists from the headboard. He knew he could have gotten out of the rope, but his son looked too incensed to do anything.

Hilde made her way to her daughter's room. She could hear Randy cursing loudly. She opened the door and stopped in her tracks. "Oh my! Sweetheart, you're…"

"Made up to look like a Goddamn sundae!" Randy yelled as she struggled to loosen her wrists from her headboard. It took her a minute, but she finally got them loose enough to slip her hands out. "Who ever did this, is going to be a dead man!" she screamed as she swung her legs out of the side of her bed. The caramel slid slowly down her arms and legs. The whipped cream dripped off the tip of her nose.

Hilde saw the angry glitter in her daughter's cobalt eyes. "Do you know who did this?" she asked as she went over to her.

"Yeah I think I have a pretty good idea, who did this," Randy said as she popped the cherry in her mouth. Her eyes narrowed to mere slits. "And they are going to pay for it dearly."

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Duo went down the hall to Jonathon's room. He opened the door and came face to face with his chocolate syrup covered son. "You too?" he asked.

Jonathon nodded his head. His hands were balled into fists. "When I get my hands on whoever did this, they're going to wish that they were dead!" he said through clenched teeth. He saw Chris behind his dad. "Chris you're hair is…"

"Don't you think I know that!" he hissed at his brother.

"I hate fudge and whoever did this knew it!" yelled David as he slapped his door open. His brothers and dad looked at him. His blue-violet eyes were snapping with anger. "I swear I will kick someone's ass for this!"

"You and the rest of us," muttered a furious Randy as she came out of her room at the far end of the hall.

Chris, Jonathon, and David stared at their baby sister and began to snicker. "You look like a sundae, Randy," howled David.

"Shove it, fudge boy!' she snapped back.

Chris and Jonathon burst out into full-fledged laughter.

She turned her eyes to her brothers. "And, Chris, it's going to take you all morning to wash that stuff out of your hair. So if you don't want me ripping it out while it's sticky, I suggest you shut up!" she retorted. "And, Jonathon, you look like you just dunked yourself in a vat of syrup and if you don't want me to…"

Duo went over to his daughter and pressed a finger against her lips to silence her. "Enough you, guys. Why don't you go get cleaned up?" he said as he pushed Randy back towards her room.

They all went back into their rooms and into their bathrooms to get cleaned up.

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Hilde closed her daughter's bedroom door behind her. She looked up at her husband. She could see his eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter. "That's not very nice. They're our kids," she chided gently.

"I know, but even you're trying to keep a straight face, babe," Duo pointed out as they made their way downstairs.

She sighed and glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. She grinned up at him. "I suppose you're right. They did look funny," she said as she began to laugh.

"And our son was right, Randy looked like a sundae," Duo said as he joined in his wife's laughter.

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Chris scrubbed his head almost a dozen times to get all the honey out. He could only think of one person who would think of doing this to him. He braided his hair while it was still wet. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. "I'll get you, ice princess, bet on it!" he said as he left the bathroom. He went back into his room and saw that the sheets were gone. "Mom must have already gathered stuff to be cleaned. This isn't going to make her happy," he mused as he pulled on a clean shirt and shorts. He left his room and made his way downstairs.

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Jonathon was secretly glad that he had short hair. But it still took him three washes to get out all of the chocolate syrup. "Damn those who did this. They just declared war and they're going to pay," he said as he pulled on his clothes and left the room.

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David had scrubbed furiously. He hated fudge. No one really knew why. He just hated it. He raked his hand through his thick hair. "Well at least I didn't get the works like Randy," he said as he walked down the steps.

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Randy was still fuming when she got out of the shower. She slammed everything around. She didn't like being made a sundae out of. "Whoever did this, is going to wish they didn't! We'll make sure that they'll pay dearly," she growled as she flounced down the steps to breakfast.

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The next day was Sunday and Heero and Relena were having dinner at their house. All were invited.

The Maxwells arrived last and it was auspicious to say the least. The kids couldn't help but stifle snickers when Chris, Jonathon, David, and Randy came into the room.

"How was your Saturday, Chris?" Victoria asked sweetly as her lips curved into a smile.

"It was fine, ice princess," Chris replied as he stopped to look at her. He leaned down closer to her. "But next Saturday I won't be able to say the same for you," he said as his eyes glittered.

"Bring it on, braid boy," Victoria challenged. She wasn't intimidated by the look in his eyes.

His lips turned up into a devilish grin. "You'll wish you hadn't said that," he said as he moved past her and sat down in the chair across from her.

As dinner progressed, the other kids couldn't help but poke fun at the Maxwells.

"How did you like the fudge. David?" Miles asked nonchalantly.

David glared at him, but then grinned. "I didn't like it at all. But at least I didn't look like a sundae like Randy," he replied as he glanced at his sister.

"Jerk!" snapped Randy as she stuck her tongue out at David.

Gales of laughter ensued at her indignant expression.

The evening went on with a few more barbed comments that went back and forth across the kid's dinner table.

"Admit it. There is nothing you guys can do to get back at us. We won this time," Victoria said smugly as she cleaned the chocolate pudding off her spoon.

Chris stood and looked down at her. "You want a war, ice princess, you just got yourself one. And we will win. Count on it, baby," he said as he left the room.

"Now you went and did it!" exclaimed Veronica as she watched the other Maxwells leave the room.

"Did what? We'll give the Maxwells a war that will make our dads' battles seem like child's play," Victoria said, alluding to the friendly rivalry that existed between their fathers.

"Why does that not surprise me?" asked Merin as she swiped her silky black bags out of her pale blue eyes.

"Like I said the other night, Yuys are sadists, especially Victoria," Damien pointed out.

"What do you think they're going to do to retaliate?" asked Miles as he leaned back in his chair.

"Knowing them, any number of things," Carin stated as she twirled her strawberry blond locks around her fingers. "They don't take crap from anyone unless it's from themselves."

"How did I get myself involved in this?" moaned Mira as she slunk down in her seat.

"That's a good question," sighed Isabella.

"We'll just have to be on guard that's all," said Dominic as he glanced at Victoria.

Victoria nodded her head. "But don't worry. We have this in the bag. They can't do anything short of being illegal. So we have nothing to worry about," she said. "Trust me."

All the others looked at her and then at each other, all thinking the same thing. What had they gotten themselves into?

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Chris, David, Jonathon, and Randy sat outside on the porch of the Yuy/Merquise home.

"What are we going to do?" asked Randy. "We've declared war on them, so what's next?"

"Something that even that they won't expect," said Chris with a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Want to hear it?"

"Sure. I'd like to know what we're going to do to them," said David as he leaned forwards, resting his elbows on the table.

"It is within the realms of being legal?" asked Jonathon wisely as he gazed at his older brother.

"Of course it is. Now it's like this..." Chris started as they all huddled together as he outlined his battle plans.

What do you think the Maxwells will do to get even?