Title: Bloody...hell
Author: Jenny (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Pairings: 1+2, 3x4, 5+towel rack
Rating: PG, maybe even G
Category: tiny little yaoi hints, humor, fluff, slightly OOC
Archive: GW Addiction
Feedback: It would be greatly appreciated.
Notes: This was written in about, oh, twenty minutes. Not my best work, but
my muse is taking a nap at the moment. It was also written for the urban legends theme week on the GWML, but sadly, egroups won't post my fics, so Tyr's just gonna archive it cause she understands me so well. *G*
Disclaimers: Not mine.
"Duo, I really don't see the point of this." Heero was quick to point out, as the five bored Gundam pilots squeezed into the cramped bathroom of the particular safehouse they were occupying.
"No, no, really, it's going to work." The braided one was quick to reassure, paying no attention as Wufei smacked his head on a towel rack.
"Baka," he muttered, rubbing his head and shooting Duo a pointed glare.
"I'm getting claustrophobic," Quatre began, steadying himself on Trowa's arm.
"Maybe if you'd all shut up, and let me get on with it, we'd be out of here sooner." Duo snapped, positioning himself in front of the grimy mirror. "Give me room to turn."
The remaining four backed away from warily, allowing him the needed amount of space. Trowa briefly wondered how on Earth they had been hoodwinked into this charade. Sure, Duo could be pretty persuasive, and sure, they had nothing better to do, but it seemed far too reminiscent of the ghost stories told around campfires that he had heard about.
"I'm going to start now. So you have to stop talking." He paused, "this means you, Wu-man."
"Don't call me that." Wufei muttered from where he had been muttering curses at Duo while rubbing his head.
"Sorry, Wu-wu." He grinned lecherously, before turning back to the mirror. Checking his watch, his mouth silently formed the words 5...4...3...2...1... Surveying himself with a confident eye, he began to speak. "Bloody Mary." He turned.
"Oh for crying out..." Heero began, but was silenced with a pointed look from Quatre.
"Bloody Mary."
The more Wufei thought about it, the more ludicrous this whole situation was. They most definitely were not 9-year-old onnas on a sleepover, and yet, they were still acting like them.
"Bloooooody Mary." Duo drew the word out, and turned a third time.
Trowa briefly considered prying Quatre's fingers from where they were wrapped in a death grip around his arm. He then decided that wouldn't bode well with the blonde, who might find it necessary to deny him certain rewards after this stunt was over with.
"Bloody Mary!" The baka was really getting into his role now, violet eyes flashing, intent upon putting on a show for the other pilots.
Quatre wasn't scared. Gundam pilots do not get scared. At least, that's what he willed himself to believe. Unfortunately, he may have been able to stare down an army of mobile dolls without batting an eye, but the prospect of a real, live, pissed-off ghost, was enough to send him cowering. Even those horribly scripted old teenage horror films, like the series with that Love girl in it, were enough to make him scream.
"Bloody Mary." A fifth.
Bed was looking better and better. Surveying the other people in the room, Wufei was decided. Bed was definitely a more productive place to be. Heero had taken a typical nonchalant stance against one wall. Trowa was trying not to look pained, and Quatre was fast making bruises on his skin. Duo was on a performance high, and Wufei...well, he was wondering if anyone would really mind him opening up the door and making a quick exit. He finally decided against it, mainly because he wanted to see Maxwell's face when nothing happened.
"Bloody Mary." Duo spoke again, and turned. Damn, this was getting boring, and he was only halfway there.
Heero surveyed his friend with a bemused glance. Only Duo would come up with something this ridiculous to do at midnight on a Monday. The strangest thing was, the boy wasn't even the slightest bit drunk. This was something he had come up with completely sober. That thought in itself was enough to make Heero stick around for the grand finale.
"Bloody Mary." Seven.
"Bloody Mary." Eight.
"Bloody Mary." Wufei groaned silently.
"Bloody Mary." Trowa winced in pain.
"Bloody Mary." Heero crossed his arms.
"Bloody Mary." Quatre whimpered and buried his face in Trowa's shoulder.
Duo waited, staring at the mirror, and willing the vision to appear. Yep, it was coming. He could almost see the disfigured face now. It was definitely going to show up at any minute. Just another few seconds, and it would rear its ugly head.
His train of thought was broken by a muffled snort. Turning defensively, eyes flashing, he saw Heero try in vain to cover up his laughter.
"Is it over?" Quatre's muffled voice could be heard.
"It was never there." Trowa responded, as the blonde raised his head.
"Oh," the boy frowned, "Well, good joke, Duo. C'mon, Trowa, I'm ready for bed." The bathroom was soon populated by only three boys, as Trowa eagerly yanked Quatre away.
"Baka," was Wufei's only muttered insult as he, too, left the room.
Duo pouted, staring at the mirror one final time, before turning to face the still smiling Heero.
"Come now, Duo, you didn't actually expect it to work, did you?"
"Yes!" Duo was adamant.
"Well, maybe it didn't work because the ghost didn't want to give Quatre a heart attack?" Heero tried again, but only caused Duo to scowl harder.
"Not funny, Heero. It worked before, when I was little." He paused, remembering sneaking out of bed with some of the other orphans, quietly into the bathroom, each taking turns trying out the legend. "Well, I was pretty sure it did."
Heero groaned. "Come on, Duo, it's time for bed."
Obliging his friend's request, Duo walked back into the hallway, Heero following soon after. "Hey Heero?" He whispered, seconds before they parted.
"Hn?"
"Why don't you come back to my room? I have the pop rocks, if you'll bring the soda!"
~Owari!
Jenny
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