03-Jun-2000
Title: Trowa's Revenge 2/?
Author: TB
Archive: yes please GW Addiction, I certainly don't
mind anyone else although why you'd want it is beyond
me
Category: fluff/humour
Pairings: 2x5, 3x4, and, I don't want to scare anyone,
but--2xDorothy
Rating: erm--PG-13?
Warnings: pwp-style lime, both yaoi and het; language;
Relena and Wufei bashing; major OOC-ness
Spoilers: not really... maybe slightly
Notes: This fic is just for my own amusement. I like
Relena, and Wufei, next to Duo, is one of my all-time
favourite anime characters. I'm bashing them because
me and my friends thought it was funny, not because
the bashing reflects my feelings or attitudes towards
them.
Feedback: always appreciated, thanks in advance.
Disclaimers: I don't own 'em. Same sad story. -_-
Duo scowled at the computer screen. "You made that up," he accused, pointing at the offending characters.
A look of annoyance crossed Heero's face. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" he demanded. "No, for your information, I didn't make that up. I swear!"
Duo glared. He turned to Wufei, who was reveling in Duo's newest embarrassment and not bothering to hide it. "What're you laughing at, Mr. Size-Doesn't-Count?"
Wufei lost his grin. "Damnit, Maxwell--"
Trowa started to smile. "It *is* sort of ironic," he said thoughtfully. Duo's glower transferred to him. "Well, it is," he added defensively. "I mean, after all the trouble you went to convince us you really were a crossdresser--I guess somehow the word got back to the scientists, and they're making use of it. It's just... ironic."
Quatre wisely kept silent. Duo hadn't chosen to get back at him yet, and he didn't want to borrow trouble--especially Duo's rather perverse brand.
Duo crossed his arms. "I'm not doing it. If I ever see another dress, it'll be too soon!"
"It's an important mission," Heero interjected; his monotone voice didn't quite make up for the happy-dance sparkles in his Prussian-blue eyes, though. Muscles in his face twitched from the massive force of his control. The others would laugh. Heero Yuy would keep it all inside, just like the Perfect Soldier should. At least til Duo left the room.
"No! No, no no no!" Duo stomped his foot. "No more Malena Pacekept! No more make-up, no more girly underwear, no more curlers! I am *not* a girl!"
"The mission is specifically addressed to you," Trowa noted. "Look, the scientists *know* you're not a girl. They just think you're the best one for the job, that's all."
"You brought it on yourself, Maxwell," Wufei added, with deep and abiding satisfaction.
"A new girl?" Relena looked up from her contemplation of her Heero Yuy collectibles--newsclippings, discarded guns, torn invitations, even a self-destruct trigger or two that she'd out-bid her brother Zechs for on E-bay.
"Yes, madam." Pargan brushed his eyebrows out of the way so he could peer at his mistress. "She arrives today."
"How wonderful!" Relena smiled brightly. "And just in time for our First Annual Ball at Relena's Institution for Annihilation of Opposition to Peace!"
Pargan winced. "I thought you were just going to call it 'the school.'"
"Why?"
Pargan brushed eyebrow hair out of his eyes again and sighed.
Dorothy Catalonia, listening closely at the keyhole, straightened up. "A new girl, hmm? This could prove--*most* interesting."
End Part 3
(:./erin/frills3)
