Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, have any relation to Gundam Wing, have no permission from those who created Gundam Wing to write this. This is purely for fun, to waste time, and to make other people happy reading and to spread the joy of literature to all those poor unenlightened fellow man out there. I am making no profit from this.
Pairings: 2x1x2, side pairing 3x4
Summary: Heero was perfectly happy as a workaholic recluse, but then Quatre declared War on him and suddenly there's a sugar-high American at his door, messing up the house and showing him that maybe, he hadn't been that happy after all...
Roommate: Unwanted
Chapter One: The Answering Machine
"Heero Yuy. Not home. Leave a message." Beep.
"What? Heero! Why did you erase the message I helped you record the last time? You're going to scare people away --"
Click. "It was too happy."
"Heero? You listen here, the point of an answering machine is to record messages when you're not home, not to answer every phone call you get!"
"It's safer."
"Oh, so if you're dead and can't answer the phone, we might get worried but we wouldn't panic because you usually don't answer the phone, and you'd be dead for days and no one will know until you start to smell!"
"You call every day and I answer the phone every time."
"Yes, that's another thing, you're always at home. I really wish you'd go out sometimes, meet some people, get some fresh air --"
"If I do I won't be able to answer the phone when you call and you'd think I'm dead."
"That's what mobile phones are for!"
There was a pause.
"What do you want, Quatre?"
"Oh! Yes, Trowa and I are going clubbing tonight, why don't you come with us? You can just sit at the bar if you don't want to dance --"
Click.
Heero stared at the phone, then reached over to the answering machine to reprogram the message. Once done, he retreated to his study room, which he had made sure was soundproof when he'd first furnished the apartment.
Just as the door clicked shut, the phone began to ring.
"Come on, pick up… Heero?"
"Heero Yuy. Not home. Not dead. Leave a message." Beep.
"…You do know that this means war, right?"
Well, here goes my first foray into the genre of humour… This chapter's so short simply because it felt like a good place to stop and I was desperately searching for a good place to stop since I couldn't find any good places to stop.
Unlike my other fics, this one should be updated fairly regularly, because I write it in bits and pieces and post it on my LJ when I feel like it, and it's just for plain fun and not as serious. -grins-
Please, review – and read on!
Ashen Skies
"Not home. Not dead. Leave a message."