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Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Trowa B./No-Name, Quatre W. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,660 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 4 - Updated: 3/5/2001 - Published: 2/3/2001 - Status: Complete - id: 200080
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The firstThe first (and hopefully not the last) part of my
"What's with…?" series. The first object of my insanity is…Trowa!
Why Trowa-kun and not Duo-chan? Even though I love Duo with all my heart, I
figured that Trowa will be more fun to pick at. Warning:
Extreme OOC-ness and light shonen-ai, more toward the end of the fic.
Trowa: …………!Jaden: throws Trowa translator against the
wall Oh dear it's broken.Duo: O_oQuatre: I can translate! Trowa said…Jaden: Quatre! Look! Someone is holding some
dogs captive! Save them!Quatre 0_0 Where!? I must save them!
Aiyaaaaaa!Duo: How did I find this child?Trowa: -_-;; …… Jaden: But before the insanity begins we must have
the disclaimer! I don't own Gundam Wing with the exception of Duo, Trowa,
and Quatre!Lawyer: You don't own a single thing.Jaden: mumbles incoherently Okay I don't
own anything, but this is my fic so I can do this! takes out 'Super
Mallet Masher 2001: Verson 2.0' and bashes the lawyer***********************What's with Trowa?Part 1
By Jaden "Flare-Girl" Maxwell*********************** One
peaceful simulated mid-morning in the L4 colony cluster, Heero, Duo, Quatre,
and Wufei sat in one of the many dining rooms of Quatre's mansion. They were
doing normal things, hacking into top secret files, playing Pokemon, drinking
two hundred dollar gourmet tea, and coming up with new injustices, you know,
the normal stuff. Until a
deafening scream was heard. Duo
dropped his gameboy in surprise, "What the hell was that?" Heero
smirked, "Hn." "Sounded
like Trowa…I'll go see what's wrong." Quatre said with a concerned
look in his eyes. "Trowa
can speak? He can scream?" Duo raised his eyebrows, "Never knew." Quatre
turned down the hall, but before he could take two steps, Trowa came rushing
toward him out of no where, and the eccentric seventeen-year-old pushed Quatre
back into the dining room. Trowa looked erratic, his hair was so
un-Trowa-like, his bang was gone, and the untamed hair hung loosely. "Okay!
Who took it!" Trowa yelled. Wufei
opened his eyes, "Took what Barton? You're interrupting my pre-meditation
for Nataku's worship!" "Wufei
forget that damn hunk of metal for once! And think about me! My hair gel is
gone!" There was a
massive sweatdrop from Quatre and Duo, Wufei used his death glare (patent
pending), and Heero continued to ignore the world. Trowa began
to hyperventilate, "Who took it? Who took it? Who tooooook iiitttt!" Then
he started to cry. Quatre put
his hand on Trowa's shoulder, "Don't cry Trowa, we'll find it." "No we
won't, because I know who took it! Maxwell! Only you would do something like
this!" "Die
Pikachu! Die! Muwahahaha!" Duo cackled, "Oh, you'd think so, but I
didn't take that gunk." "Yes you
did! Now give it back!" Trowa yelled as he pointed his finger between
Duo's eyes. "I told
you that I didn't! Now leave me alone, I'm about to beat the game!" Trowa
pulled Duo's braid, tightly, "Admit…admit now." He whispered evilly. "Hey
stop! That hurts!" "Wufei
come over here and make use of that katana." Wufei
smiled demonically, "My pleasure." "Noooooooooooo!
No! No! Not the hair! Stop! Stop! Please!" Wufei held
the katana in the air, Duo whimpered, Trowa cackled, Quatre speechlessly watched in fear, but Heero stood up. "Stop it.
I took the gel." He said. Trowa's
right eye started twitching, "Y-y-you wha-what?" He dropped Duo's braid
and pulls Heero's gun out of hammerspace, "Omae o korosu Heero!" "That's
my gun! And my line!" Heero yelled. "I could
care less! Come close to me and I'll shoot you! Or better yet, I'll shoot
your laptop! After all I've done for you, I took care of you after you blew
up Wing and almost killed yourself!" By this
time Trowa had backed into a corner, slid to the ground, and started rocking
back and forth. "sniffle
An-and I-I sob gave you m-my Heavyarms when you sob needed to
fight Zechs! starts wailing" "Weak
onna…." Wufei muttered. "You were
in on it too Wufei!" Heero yelled. Trowa stood
up and stopped crying, "I don't have any sympathy for you!" Then he
cocked the gun. "Trowa!
Enough of this! You can't shoot Wufei!" Quatre flared. "Sure I
can, watch me." Trowa pointed the gun at Wufei. "I'll
make you a deal, Trowa." Quatre said, "Since this is an emergency if you
don't shoot Wufei, I'll take you to get your hair done professionally." "Okay!"
Trowa grabbed Quatre's hand. "Let's go!" "Hold on
Trowa! Is anyone coming with us?" Quatre asked. No reply. "Die
Pikachu! Die!" "Injustice…weak…"Seconds later… "Trowa
stop…pant…we're here pant" Quatre panted. "Uh-huh!
Uh-huh! Come on! Let's go in!" Trowa exclaimed.Inside... Quatre ran
up to the desk and rang the bell repeatedly, "Shaina!" Shaina, the
stylist, woke up, "Thank you for testing the be-…Quatre!" She leaned
over the desk to kiss him (on the cheek), "What can I do for you today?"
Then she sipped her coffee. Quatre
pointed to Trowa's hair. Shaina
sputtered the coffee onto the counter, "Mother of God! Trowa!
Get…in…that…chair…now!" Shaina
pushed Trowa into a styling chair and about ten stylists swooped in on him
like vultures, combing, cutting, gelling, and spaying his hair back into
place. Shaina pushed Quatre away from the operation. "I need
seven hundred cc's of industrial strength gel! Stat!" A stylist yelled. "Clear!"
Another followed as she shocked
Trowa's hair. Shaina held
Quatre back, "No Quatre-chan, you have to stay in the waiting room, this is
a dangerous operation." "I've
been through worse, please let me stay." Quatre pleaded. "No. Do
you actually think I'll let you stay in this danger zone?" "No you
wouldn't. I'll wait." Quatre sat
in the waiting room for what seemed like hours, worrying his little blonde
tresses off. In this time he learned to smoke like a pro, and (again) found it
to be
the most displeasing thing on Earth (or in space at least.) After a little while the door opened and
a stylist stepped in. "Heeelllooo!
Congratulations Sir! It's a bang!" Quatre
stood up, "Really? Trowa's okay!" "Mmmmhmmm."
She replied, "But wait, you have to do this first, hold out your hand." "Um…okay." The stylist
placed an imaginary banana in Quarte's hand, "Here! Now go feed the
spaaaacceee moooonnnkkkkkkeeeesss! Before the mothership comes back!" Quatre
stared at the demented little woman, but just pushed her out of the way, too
worried about Trowa to help her. When
blond-boy entered, he was sure the whole place had gone nuts, the stylists
were doing a cheer with mousse cans, and Trowa was dancing around in circles. "Quatre!"
Trowa trilled, "Darling! Isn't it wonderful!" Quatre
shielded his eyes, "Wow Trowa, your hair is so shiny, bright…and stiff.
Whoa, that's not coming out for a few days." "Hehe! I know!" Trowa handed a large sack to Quatre, "Here! This
is all the gel, and hair spray I'll need for a month!" Quatre
struggled with the sack, "Ow…Trowa, let's go home. I think you need some
rest, and lots of it." "Kay
Cat!" Trowa giggled. "Cat?"
Quatre asked. "Meow."
Trowa replied.On the way to the Winner mansion… "I've
got a lovely buncha coconuts! Dedleledee! There they are a standing in a row!
Bum, bum, bum! Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!" Trowa sang
as he and Quatre walked through one of the empty simulated nature parks of L4. As Trowa
continued singing, Quatre secretly wished that he had brought the car, thirty
bottles and cans of hair spray and gel aren't that light. He continued to
walk until Trowa stopped. "What's
wrong Tr-" "Shhhh!"
"But…" "Be quiet
Quatre!" "Huh?" "You're
going to scare them away!" "Who?" "The eye
shadow!" "Eye
shadow?" "Oh
great, they're gone. You scared away the midnight blue shadow! I like that
color! It's not fair!" Quatre
stared at his friend, the usual quiet, stoic, normal, Trowa was gone. Long
gone…and no where to be found. "Gee,
I'm tired of walking," Trowa said, he pulled a remote out of hammerspace,
"Let's go." Then
he pushed a button and the two boys disappeared.Ten seconds later… "How'd
you do that?" Quatre gasped as they appeared in one of the many lounge rooms
in his house. Trowa
threw the remote back into hammerspace, "Don't know. I'm sleepy…night,
night." Then
he fell on the sofa, fast asleep. "Trowa?"
Quatre asked. No
response. "Okay,
he's asleep. Now I can go back to the salon and get some answers. This time
I'll take the car." Click.
That was the sound of the door as Quatre left the room, thinking that Trowa
was going to stay put until he came back. But
Trowa had other ideas…"Oh
Wufei…Heero…"End
of Part 1********************So
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