August 6, 2000
At my Assistants request here is.....Zechsy's fear!!!!! *silence* Hmmmm I am thinking no one cares, but me and Meela! But that is enough. *grin* So here we go, I was going to make him afraid of candles, but Meela suggested dust and it was too good to pass up. This is a funky Mission: Suburbia type fic, I hope no one minds *blushes* Oh and this is only a sort of fear fic.....maybe in the end, it doesn't have the same screaming in terror thing the whole way through.
Ohhhh and a very special thank you to Em H for letting me use her idea...even if it is warped and silly.........
Warnings: OOC!!!! Weirdness, and a funky suburbia type thing..... definite yaoi-ish hints....I couldn't help it! oh yeah AU
Disclaimer: I don't own the guys or the Mission: Suburbia idea.....I only own the dust....
Trieze tried hard not to snicker as he watched his lover dust under their bed for the fourth time that week. Ever since the war had ended Zechs had become obsessed with cleaning. Instead of working at the Preventers like the rest of the ex-pilots, he had elected to be a stay at home.....lover? Now he did the whole Susie Homemaker thing to a 'T'. He watched Zechs clean for another ten minutes before sighing and wandering down to the kitchen for a snack. Trieze had nothing else to do that day but hang around. Usually he went to meetings and was a great deal of help to Relena but she had had a nervous breakdown not so long ago and was under doctors orders to rest.
"Trieze?" Zechs looked up from his cleaning as his ginger haired lover walked out of the room. With a resentful look at the underside of the bed Zechs got up. After brushing off his knees and his hands, he also went down to the kitchen.
"Trieze?" he tried again as he saw the blonde man standing at the counter. Trieze turned back with a turkey sandwich in one hand and a Pepsi in the other. Zechs frowned as he spied the objects that seemed to make up the General's dinner.
"Put those down! I am going to make dinner, well that is as soon as I can find my turkey pan," he mumbled after rebuking his lover. Trieze scowled slightly at the rebuttal but perked up at the mention of turkey. He had never met anyone who could make turkey as well as Zechs. He noticed his lover was still deep in thought and then caught on to the other half of the sentence, the missing turkey pan. He tried to remember where he had stuck it after the last time they had turkey. Then it hit him, they couldn't fit it in any of the cabinets so he put it in the basement.
"Zechs, didn't I put it in the basement?" Zechs perked up and nodded,
"Be a dear and go get it while I chop these potatoes," Zechs held up a half dozen potatoes that he had pulled out of spandex space. (Don't ask...*grin*) Trieze smiled as his lover went to happily chop the horrid little brown things into bits. He put his sandwich down and wiped off his hands before heading down to the basement. Once down there his nose wrinkled in disgust. It was horrible! Filth and dust were everywhere, he was almost tempted to tell his lover he couldn't find it, but he knew he would only get yelled at. So instead he grabbed a dishtowel and used it to pick up the dusty pan. He held it as far away from him as he could as he went back up the stairs. Once in the kitchen he dumped the pan on the table and went to wash his hands. He was just rinsing them as he heard his lover sharp exclamation.
"What the hell?!" a door was heard slamming shut and a cry of anger rang throughout the house. Trieze came out of the bathroom just in time to see Zechs come slamming back out of the basement.
"Get me my heavy duty cleaning gear!" he barks out before dashing to the cabinet under the sink and pulling out cleaning supplies at an almost frantic pace. Trieze sweat drops before interrupting,
"Zechs, darling, you don't have any heavy duty cleaning supplies." Zechs looked up confusion written all over his face. He tilts his head and shrugs before going back to pulling out supplies. After emptying the cabinet he bundled all the supplies together and took off back down the stairs to the basement. Trieze followed with an amused smirk on his face. He got down there just in time to see Zechs about to open the door to the only closet down there. In awe he watched his lover pull open the door, and a six inch thick of dust come cascading on him. The dust covered him from head to toe as Zechs stood there, with a stupefied expression. After a minute of shock Zechs switched from being surprised to angry and he attacked the dust with a vengeance.
"Have fun love," Trieze called before making his way back up to the kitchen and his sandwich.
Twelve hours later Trieze had fallen asleep in a chair in the living room. An exhausted Zechs made his way upstairs. He didn't even have the strength to groan at the mess the kitchen was in as he shuffled to the living room. Trieze awoke as Zechs came shuffling in and he looked at his exhausted lover,
"Tired dear?" he asked as he went to help the blond baron to their room. Zechs could only moan as he struggled to climb the stairs.
The next morning a chipper Trieze attempted to wake his love up.
"Zechs come on, it is already 10:00. You have to wake up now." Trieze gently shook the blond one as he clutched at his pillow desperately. Almost grudgingly Zechs cracked open one ice blue eye to glare up at his lover.
"Come on, I'll even help you clean..." Trieze started but was cut off as Zechs sat straight up at the word clean. As Trieze watched with wide eyes Zechs tore out of the room muttering,
"No clean, no clean, no clean," almost like a mantra. By the time Trieze had made his way downstairs Zechs had already ran out the door and was running down the street in nothing but his boxers. Trieze shook his head and waved at his neighbors; Heero ignored him and Duo waved back. He caught a glimpse of binoculars out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked there was only a curtain swinging in the breeze. Trieze just shrugged and muttered to himself,
"Maybe he will get a job now...."
*grin* that was...odd! But did you like it? Uhhhhh C&C?
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