Jan 4, 1997
Finally found it! ^_^; This is the last of the Flashlight stories... for now. ^_~ So now "Lights! Camera! Action!" "General Hospital" and "Heero's Flashlight" have all been posted recently. I hope y'all enjoy them! ^_^v
Yet Another WIWP Production... and as always, you might want to beware eating and drinking for the duration...
Just in case ^_~
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Heero crept through the woods, carefully making no sound and leaving no track. The mission had been successfully accomplished hours ago, but he had taken precautions in case he was followed. The circuitous route he'd had to take through the forest had added an extra 2.5 hours to his trip... he hoped Quatre wasn't worried.
As he approached the quaint two-story cottage, a suspicious sight met his piercing blue gaze. There was a light flashing in one of the upstairs windows, in a steady rhythm. On. Off. On. Off. One of his fellow pilots must be a traitor! They had to be signalling Oz!
His heart pounding with fear and fury, Heero raced to the house and slammed the door open hard enough to break the hinges.
"KISAMAA!" Wufei screeched... but it wasn't at him. It was, instead, at Quatre. A few more choice words came up, fit to peel the paint from the walls before he slowed down and looked at a pitiful pile of electronics carefully placed on top of the garbage can in a plastic sack. His hands did a sort of dance in the air over the pile for a moment before his shoulders slumped and he moaned, "My poor flashlight!"
"Don't worry, Wufei! I'll buy you another!" Quatre said placatingly, then took a step back as Wufei let loose with another volley of curses. Heero bristled.
"Don't talk to him that way," the Wing pilot snarled. Wufei, Quatre, Duo... no Trowa. Damn it all, he should have known Trowa would betray them!
Finally halting in his headlong furious rush of words, Wufei turned and looked at Heero peculiarly. "Oh. YOU'RE home." A vague look of worry crossed his face and then it went away. "You should talk to Duo. He said he had something to tell you," Wufei said, scowling at the pitiful pile of broken electronics.
Heero glared at the Chinese pilot, then looked over at Quatre, who waved him along. As long as Quatre wasn't upset...
"Duo? You have something to tell me, make it quick." /I've got a traitor to disassemble./
"Oi! Hee-chan!" Duo caroled, waving the bottle of Coke he held in one hand. "You're back! Cool! Ewww, you're wetter'n a drowned... well, a drowned *something*, anyway. I have something to tell you?" He thought about it for a moment. "Oh, YEAH! Wu-chan said I should tell you. Something about 'kisama' and 'god-damned flashlight', but ya know how Wu-chan is." He grinned from ear to ear. "All feisty," Duo winked.
"WHAT about the flashlight?" Heero snapped.
"Trowa borrowed yours," Duo said simply.
"Trowa borrowed my flashlight?" Heero asked blankly. The little worm was betraying them all with Heero's own flashlight, and nobody seemed to mind? It couldn't be... he must be missing something. "Why would Trowa borrow my flashlight?"
"Yep. He walked in, offered Wu-chan the remains of his and... well, being Wu-chan knows what he does with it and all, he didn't wanna touch the damned thing, so Tro-man put it in that little baggy and then snagged yours, said he was gonna borrow it for a while 'til HE got a new one," Duo explained. He tilted his head and looked at Heero. "Well... yanno, I personally think maybe he oughta just brave a trip down to Feathers or something, but noo~oo. Even mail order..."
"What the Hell are you talking about?" Heero snarled. He was starting to feel confused... and confusion always made him cranky. Well, crankier than usual.
"Heero..." Quatre called softly. "I'll buy you a new one, too."
"I like my flashlight."
"... You'll want a new one," Quatre mumbled, turning red as a beet and wiping a huge sweatdrop from his forehead.
"You'll DEFINITELY want a new one," Wufei grouched, crossing his arms across his chest as he moved closer to Duo, lips poking out sullenly.
The wild pilot of Shinigami gave a dark chuckle. "Aw, c'mon, Wu- baby. 's not so bad. Q *said* he'd buy you a new one," he cajoled, an arm wrapping about Wufei's shoulders.
"I don't WANT a new one! I wanted the *old* one, but I can't touch that thing!" By that point, Wufei was easily as pouty as a child whose favorite candy had been taken away from him. "It's just not RIGHT," he insisted.
Heero contemplated banging heads together, but he was less likely to get answers out of his fellow pilots if they were unconscious. He settled for glaring poisonously at Duo and Wufei, and somewhat less poisonously at Quatre.
"What we have here... is a failure to communicate," he stated in a tone seething with quiet menace. "Obviously, he's not signalling Oz, or you wouldn't be so worried about a damn flashlight. So tell me," he said, his steely glare settling on each of them in turn. "What the Hell is he doing with my flashlight?"
A wicked grin came over Duo's mouth. "Hee-chan! You mean you're the only one who doesn't KNOW!?"
The flush on Wufei's face was so dark he was almost crimson and he tilted his head back, holding a finger under his nose. "Oh, zhit."
"Know WHAT?!" Heero all but howled.
"Heero... about your flashlight..." Quatre said, hesitating as the penetrating blue gaze turned on him.
"WHAT ABOUT MY FLASHLIGHT?!?!?!"
"Your flazhlighd is hizdory," Wufei mumbled as Duo handed him a tissue.
"Well," Duo explained. "Yanno, Tro-man's had a hard time of it since, yanno, you and Q got together and me and Wu-baby..." He wriggled his eyebrows with a grin. "So, yanno... he found a creative way to deal with stress, that's all.... if you know what I mean." He winked and nudged Wufei, who promptly elbowed him.
"What do you mean?" Heero asked, crossing his arms and wondering how they knew about him and Quatre...
"Ano... Heero..." Quatre whispered, edging closer to him.
"What?" Heero asked, and turned to give Quatre his undivided attention.
"You know that thing we do... when we're alone?"
"Ah," Heero agreed, and felt his cheeks heating up in a blush to match Quatre's.
"That's what Duo's talking about."
"NANI???"
The rapid 'thump-thump-thump' of feet sounded on the stairs and four pairs of eyes looked up to see Trowa coming down them. His pale face was flushed slightly and a strangely beatific look graced his impassive expression as he came down, Heero's flashlight in hand. "Heero."
"Trowa."
Heero had spent a lifetime perfecting his glare. Some had called it frightening. Some had called it demonic. But never before had it been backed by such complete and utter revulsion and fury. His glare had become... The Icy Glare of Death (TM). Trowa had... with HIS flashlight!
"I borrowed your flashlight," he said, holding it out.
"I heard."
The expression on Wufei's face was one of utter horror as he tilted his head back again and Duo began to fan his face. "Don't faint, baby. You ain't Scarlett or nothin' here."
Green eyes blinked steadily at Heero, giving no response as he held out the flashlight.
"Keep it," the Perfect Soldier snapped.
It was a few days later that Heero and Quatre managed to go on a shopping trip. Heero had suffered barked shins and stubbed toes due to the loss of his flashlight, but considered that infinitely preferable to actually TOUCHING the thing after Trowa had finished with it.
"I like this one..." Quatre said, tourmaline eyes shimmering at him in that meltingly beautiful way that always made Heero's heart go pittypat. "It matches your eyes."
"Hn," Heero answered by way of agreement, and Quatre made the purchase and handed the flashlight to him with a smile. Heero almost - not quite, but almost - smiled in return.
When they got back to the safe house, Heero carried the flashlight over to the kitchen table and sat down. Quatre pitched a fit when, some time later, he discovered that Heero had utterly ruined the flashlight's smooth casing by carving "Heero's. Touch this and Omae o Korosu" into the deep blue plastic.
"Heero, can I borrow your flashlight?" Trowa asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Omae o korosu."
"Trowa, Heero gave you his other flashlight," Quatre protested.
"I don't want that one anymore, I want the new one."
"Omae o korosu!"
"Why?" Quatre wanted to know.
"... the old one's out of batteries."
The End
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