June 19, 2000
Hi, this is a *strange* fic, and I mean odd. Don't ask, it's been in my head for a while, just got around to typing it up.
Warnings: Just srangeness, promise
Disclaimer: I don't own um, I was bored chill
It was a quiet night, too quiet. It was one of those night when you know *something* just had to happen, it was only a matter of ti...
"AHHHHH!" a piercing shriek cut through the air like a knife through warm butter. Told ya it was bound to happen! In less then a minute three things happened; Wufei shot out of bed still screaming bloody murder, the other pilots reacted to the screaming by shooting out of bed and grabbing their weapons, and finally the other pilot's burst into Wufei's room looking around for unwanted guests.
"Wu-chan, you ok?" Duo asked as he still scanned the room suspiciously. Wufei did nothing, but at least he stopped shrieking.
"Hn, I'm going back to bed." Heero snorted and then stormed out of the room, he was not happy about being woken up. Especially so because he had been having a dream of Duo and....we won't go there, trust me you don't wanna know.
"Me too, come on Quatre." Trowa grabbed the blonde's arm and dragged him back to their shared bed.
"Uh, ok leave me with a weirded out Wufei to deal with. Thanks a lot guys." Duo mumbled sarcastically as he went over and laid a hand on Wufei's shoulder.
"Maxwell!!!! My name is WuFEI not Wu-chan." Wufei cursed as he finally caught on to the hated nickname.
"Ok, whatever you say Wu-bear,"
"KISAMA!!!!!!" Wufei was turning a lovely shade of purple as Duo backed out of the room.
"Whatever dude, night," and Duo left Wufei in his room as he wandered back to bed himself, Heero had been having an interesting dream and he wanted to figure out what is was about.
//Nataku, It has happened again, I had the dream. Yes, *the* dream. You know what I am talking about, the one with the killer broccoli. I don't know why it scares me so, but just the thought of having broccoli ruling the world through killing is enough to make me shudder. A couple o nights ago Trowa cooked broccoli for dinner and I had to quickly excuse myself. I am not worthy of your strength Nataku, yet you still give it to me. I will once again become a proud warrior, just let me get over the broccoli thing.//
Wufei's head shot up from his writing as he heard Quatre call him for dinner.
With a resigned sigh he re-hid his journal
(Me: Diary!!!
Wufei: Journal!
Me: Diary!!!
Wufei: Jour, oh never mind.)
and walked down to meet his pilots for his evening meal. Little did he know,
he was being watched, bright purple eyes watched him silently as he wandered
down the hall then disappeared down the stairs. With a wicked grin our
*watcher* emerged from the darkness, and was revealed to be none other then
our lovable Duo.
In complete silence he read the now unhidden diary ( ;P ),
"Oh so that is what happened. This is way too much fun to pass up," with an evil smile that can only spell trouble Duo put the diary back in it's original position and went down to dinner.
Now to the fun part, the middle would be boring so I just, uh skipped it!!!
"Guys, lets go out. I know the perfect place and hell, I'll pay." Duo persuaded the somewhat reluctant pilots. Heero was the most suspicious, but hell even he wasn't gonna pass up a free meal. With a huff and a puff, plus a bit of pleading, Duo finally got them all into the car and on their way.
The ride was passed in complete silence, except for the occasional glare Heero threw Duo's way, he wanted to know what was going on, but Duo had refused to tell him.
"Maxwell, where are we going?" Wufei demanded.
"Oh hush, you'll see, if I tell you now it'll ruin the surprise," it wasn't much of an answer but it was the only one Duo was willing to give.
Ten minutes later, they were there.
"A salad bar? You took us to a salad bar?" Quatre asked incredulously, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yep, come on, I had it specially set up and wanna see what you think," with that Duo grabbed the arm of the pilot closest to him with just *hapened* to be Wufei and dragged him to the door.
"Go on, it's not as if it'll attack you," Duo shoved Wufei through the door and stood back to watch his reaction. The room was filled with broccoli. There was broccoli everywhere. As well as broccoli plates, cups, table-clothes, and a huge banner that had broccoli glues to it with makeshift arms holding forks. Now to the normal human this would just be a little weird, but to Wufei it was hell.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he shrieked and ran back out the door as if the hounds of hell were at his feet.
"No more broccoli, no more, no more...." his voice faded off in the distance as he ran waving his arms haphazardly and shrieking at the top of his lungs.
"Hmmm, wonder what his problem is?" Duo wondered absentmindedly, the other pilot's agreed with him. Wufei was acting a bit odd, with a shrug the rest went inside and enjoyed a dinner of pork, corn, and plenty of other things, but not broccoli. Duo had just left that there. The owners of the salad bar were his friend and owed him a favor, they could clean it in the morning.
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Later that night, namely like 3 am
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Wufei smiled evilly as he slipped the bunnies into the window.
"Yes, go my pretties. Eat well, as long as you are with me the broccoli shall never win"
Mistress
of
Death
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