June 25, 2000
Ok this is more random fics, I had an idea, so I ran with it, and promptly fell on my face, but that is another story. Anyways have fun, laugh a little, have fun!
Warnings: You don't want to know, trust me. But it isn't bad, just a little weird. Maybe a little Trowa bashing, or something *sweat* you guys figure it out...
Disclaimers: I don't own um, but I do own the idea, please don't hurt me...
It was a quiet day at the safehouse, no one was on a mission and Wufei had just gone to the grocery. Quatre and Trowa were enjoying a lemonade outside in the sunshine while Duo and Heero were in the hanger working on their Gundams.
"It's such a nice day isn't it Trowa," Quatre interrupted the peaceful silence to ask his friend a question. His response was a slight nod from Trowa as he took another sip of his lemonade. Quatre wasn't to be daunted though, he wanted a conversation, even if he had to harass Trowa into having it. But it was not to be, at the same time Quatre opened his mouth to talk the door slammed shut.
"I'm home! Hey Quatre, I got something for you. Where are you?" Wufei called as he stormed through the house, his arms loaded with bags of groceries.
"Out here," Quatre answered as he stood to welcome their friend.
"Oh hey Trowa. I saw this and knew you would like it for your collection." With that he pulled out a completely adorable teddy bear. It was about 2 feet tall, and was purple with a pink vest. It was so cute, but not everyone saw it that way.
"AHHH, get that vile thing away from meeeee!" Trowa saw the bear and his visible eyes widened dramatically before he started screaming. Quatre backed away and Wufei dropped the bear in surprise.
"What the hell, Trowa are you ok?" Quatre asked worried for his tall friend.
"Get it away, get it away, get it away..." Trowa chanted as he backed away from the bear. He pressed up against the outside wall, as Heero and Duo came running around the corner, guns drawn. Heero stopped when he saw what was going on, and one eyebrow shot skyward.
"What is going on....Trowa you ok?" Duo wondered, trying very hard not to giggle at the sight of Trowa screaming at a teddy bear.
"Evil creature. Horrid thing, get it away from me." Trowa had slumped on the ground and was rocking back and forth.
"What, Trowa what is it?" Quatre asked worriedly as he stared at his obviously disturbed friend. Without any warning Trowa jumped up and took off for his room. The other pilots looked at each other, sighed and followed Trowa. They had reached the stairs when Trowa came racing back down with dozen throwing knives and a length of rope. He pushed past them and grabbed the bear. With an evil snarl at it he took off again. The other were thoroughly intrigued by the now seemed to be possessed pilot of Heavyarms, and his actions so they followed quickly after him. When they got outside they got there just in time to see Trowa finish tying the bear to the nearest tree. They watched in silence as he backed up and took out one of the throwing knives.
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Ten minutes later all the knives were buried to the hilt, through the harmless teddy bear, and into the tree.
"Ok Trowa, you need a break. We are going out tonight." Duo exclaimed as they led the shaken pilot back to the safe house. He was still shaking as he looked at his friends and smiled.
"At least he's dead," and then would say nothing more.
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That night
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"We are going to have fun tonight!" Duo sang as they pulled away from the driveway. No one was their to notice a strangely familiar sound.
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This was not the sound of knives hitting a tree though, it was the sound of knives hitting the ground. With in a couple of minutes the teddy bear removed the last of the knives and started walking back towards the safehouse, and evil grin stretching the cloth of it's face.
I am sooooo evil aren't I! Please respond..I don't wanna send the evil teddy or the killer broccoli after you, really I don't!
Mistress
of
Death
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