1-Nov-2000
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Warning: A few `bad' words as well as a partially exposed G-boy backside. This one is a bit 'mean' spirited so if you don't like it, it's ok to let me know.
Rating: PG-13
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This is not a sequel to *POP*
Heero needed a plan, a really good plan. It was time for payback and he wasn't sure just how to do it. That guy had it coming to him, in fact he'd had it coming for a long time and that time had now come.
He was tired of his hands getting glued to Wings controls, he was tired of finding X-rated Relena screen savers on his laptop. He was tired of finding fake vomit or dog doo in his bed, although he had to admit, the ants had been worse.
But the one thing he was really tired of was having to sew up the rear of his trademark black spandex shorts every morning before he could get dressed. Just the thought of that first time, the time he wasn't expecting it, would make his seethe with anger and turn red from embarrassment.
He had gotten dressed, had come down the stairs for breakfast and had exposed about half of his ass to everyone from Quatre's servants to his half-dozen sisters that were visiting. He was still getting teased by Quatre's sisters and he was sick of it.
"Yes", Heero said to himself "that practical joker, Duo Maxwell, has to pay and he has to pay dearly."
Duo Maxwell was away from the estate and had been for a couple of days, he had been on a search and destroy mission. He had searched, found and destroyed the shipment of weapons Oz had earmarked for their space forces. It was now time to return `home'and kick back and relax until the next mission.
Heero had put the two days that Duo was gone to good use. He had found the perfect payback and had spent the time preparing for it. He could not wait to see the look on Duo's face. This was going to be perfect Plus, there had been no jokes aimed at him while Duo had been away.
Duo had already tucked Deathscythe safely away, had grabbed something to eat and was ready to take a shower and relax.
After taking his shower and drying his hair, he jumped on his bed and took his doujinshis from their usual place, the drawer in the nightstand. He was going to do a little reading then take a nap.
He flipped the cover open, or at least tried to, it wouldn't flip. He tried it again, this time moistening his finger first. The cover still would not flip open. He turned it around and tried flipping open the back page. It would not. He then tried fanning the pages, they would not fan. Someone had glued the pages together.
He grabbed a second and tried flipping its cover open, the cover would not budge, he tried fanning the pages, and they too would not fan.
He tried with the third dj, the same thing. This also happened with the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth and so forth until he had reached the bottom of the stack.
With only his towel wrapped around him, he ran out into the hall.
"Yui, what the hell did you do to my doujinshis"? Duo screamed loudly, so all could hear.
Heero opened the door to his bedroom, "What was that, Duo? Did you say something?"
"You know damned good and well what I said. What is the meaning of THIS!" Duo demanded to know, sticking one of the ruined doujinshis in Heero's face.
Heero took it from Duo's hand, and looked it over, he tried opening the cover, the back, and fanning the pages.
He handed the dj back to Duo, looking him straight in the eyes and answered, "Payback." Heero then returned to his room.
Duo stood in the hallway for a few seconds, dumbfounded, he had no idea what Heero was talking about. He then entered Heero's room without bothering to knock and without bothering to be invited in.
"And just what do you mean by payback, Yui? What have I done to you?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Maxwell, you know damned well what I mean."
"No I don't, and you had better tell me the great reason you had for doing this." Duo was getting pissed and he didn't think he liked the smug look on Heero's face.
"Like I said, payback. Payback for gluing me to Wing, payback for the ants in the bed, payback for the screen savers you keep loading into my computer, payback for a lot of things but especially for me exposing my ass for all to see and now having to sew up my shorts every morning.
"Whoever has been doing that, Heero, it isn't me."
"Don't lie to me, you're the king of practical jokes around here."
"I'm telling you, it isn't me."
"And I'm calling you a liar, now please leave my room."
"You haven't heard the last of this, you know."
Duo stormed back to his room and slammed the door. He began plotting his revenge.
In the room next to Heero's, Wufei Chang, the grand master of the practical joke, had a huge grin on his face. He had just pulled off the granddaddy of them all.
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