17-Jul-2004
Title: Ask a Stupid Question
Author: Muffie, tho' she's ashamed to admit it
Archive: tacky-fics-r-us
Warnings: I don't think that there are any spoilers,
other than Shuichi Shindou in a dress
Rating: violent
Pairings: the math escapes me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters
or its quotations or plotlines. They belong to the
Sotsu Agency who owns their trademark, Bandai who
licenses their use, and, of course, the guy who
created them. I do not own Gravitation or its
characters or its quotations or plotlines. They belong
to Tokyo Pop and Maki Murakami. I am neither receiving
payment for this work, nor do I intend to accept any.
Notes: This is for Gleep since it's directly her fault
and for Sol since it's indirectly her fault. I refuse
to take any blame for my part in instigating this
entire disaster to begin with. I believe this header
thing is longer than the stupid fic. It took me ten
minutes to write because I had to hold the manga open
with my feet. Don't ask. I got the title because I
asked a stupid question.
"Hey, asshole! Wait up! Why are you running away?"
Yuki glared over his shoulder and ran faster. "Why the hell do you think? And why are your legs so smooth?"
Shuichi bared his teeth and charged after his disappearing lover. "This adorable little girl is asking you to wait!" he bellowed. "Be a man!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Yuki slipped through NRG's front door. "Get away from me or I'll call the cops!"
"Grrr! What's with you?" Shuichi exploded through the doors, the skirt of his school girl's uniform lashing around his thighs like a furious cat's tail. "It's because I'm a guy, isn't it?! You hate me because I'm a guy!!!"
All activity in the area immediately ceased. Everyone stopped to gape at the raving boy in the dress.
Shuichi blinked. This did not look like downtown Tokyo. In fact, it didn't look like outside at all. The people gaping at him were young and in school uniforms. Lockers lined the walls. Shuichi blinked and shook his head. Someone giggled and the whispering began. He whipped around and yanked open the door he'd just come through; instead of NRG's lobby, it was a classroom. It wasn't an empty classroom either. "Yuki!"
The only person in the room lifted his head and looked around.
"Yuki!" Shuichi stomped through the neat rows of desks to stop in front of the boy with the long bangs. Yuki thought he could fool Shuichi, did he? Hah! It would take more than a new hairdo to fool him. Those clear, green eyes blinked, even though Shuichi could only see one of them now, and suddenly he was nervous. Yuki was probably super pissed. "Yuki."
Yuki jerked away, the single visible eye widening.
Shuichi threw himself into Yuki's lap, wrapping arms and legs tight since Yuki had a tendency to get away. "I love you! Please don't be mad at me! I love you!" He rained kisses down on Yuki's face before Yuki could get pissed off enough to hit him.
One moment, he was lip-locked with his believed Yuki and the next he was sprawled on the floor with some big-eyed blonde guy staring down at him. "Why were you kissing my boyfriend?"
Shuichi narrowed his eyes dangerously, as he'd seen Yuki do hundreds of times. "He's my boyfriend, blondie. This is private business, take a hike!"
Yuki didn't say anything.
The blonde guy did the dangerously narrowed eye thing.
Shuichi dropped himself back in Yuki's lap and stuck his tongue out at the blonde.
Blam!
Quatre wrinkled his nose and slipped his pistol back into its ankle holster. "I think I just blew our cover, Trowa."
Trowa blinked behind his bangs and let the body fall to the floor before following Quatre through the window.
The End
(:./muffie/question)
