13 April 2002
Nothing like avoidance for a minor spurt of inspiration. ^ ^
When at last we saw Duo and Trowa:
"You care about him that much?" Trowa asked. Suddenly he felt a little ashamed questioning Duo that way. 'Have I ever felt that strongly for anyone before?' he wondered to himself.
Duo looked at him with a small, smile. "Yes, I do."
"Well if you two are done with your Oprah moment," Quatre huffed, "We have a sacrifice to abort!"
Trowa sprung quickly to his feet, whipping 'round to face the Evil One (R).
"QUATRE! You fiend! Get away from him!" Duo shouted at the blond demon as Trowa stood frozen in terror! . . . okay so his legs were asleep from playing twister, but STILL!
"Oh stop yer yappin', lumberjack, I've come to my senses." Quatre responded calmly and the Trowa visibly eased.
"Lumberjack?" Duo asked, to which Quatre replied with a motion toward the bulbous, and throbbing red knot on his head , "OH . ..yeah, that. Looks good on ya!" ^ ^
"Grrrr . . . "
"But wait," Trowa interrupted, stepping away from the oh-too-easily-angered Quatre, "What about Quinze? Doesn't he still want to sacrifice me . . . don't you still want to sacrifice me?"
"Well, technically, I never really wanted to sacrifice you from the start. I only wanted to strip you bare and fuck that pert little ass of yours until you saw God . . . or Tony Danza."
"Ew."
"But Quinze . . . yeah, he's still after you, in fact, he's eager to speed things up."
"And you're the messenger boy, aren't you?!" Duo asked, squaring his shoulder, preparing to protect the terrified Trowa.
(Trowa: You know, I'm not really terrified . . . just mildly concerned.
Me: oh . . . ok . . .)
"And you're the messenger boy, aren't you?!" Duo asked, squaring his shoulder, preparing to protect the *mildly concerned* Trowa.
(Trowa: Excuse me again, but you are aware that I'm bigger than him . . . don't you think I could protect myself? Me: Quite likely, but you are the uke character, and in that role you might take on certain characteristics, including helplessness, suicidal tendencies, virginal inexperience, and the distinct urge to have things shoved up your ass. A stereotype, to be sure, but a necessary evil.
Trowa: oh . . . that sucks . . .
Duo: Meh . . . you get used to it.)
"I asked you a question, blondey!" Duo shouted.
"Oh . . . sorry guy, I got distracted by the loud boring voice coming from the sky . . . what was the question again?"
"Are you or are you NOT the bad guy?!"
"Ohhh, that one. No, actually. I'm here to get Trowa out safely."
"But why?" Trowa asked, "Why the sudden change of heart?"
Quatre shuffled over closer and spoke in a low tone, "Let's just say I've got an idea that might benefit, you, me and even Paul Bunyon over there."
Duo looked perplexed, "Eh . . . why Paul Bunyo--oooh, yeah . . . gotcha."
Then, the threesome huddled down tight, and the uber secret plot-whispering began.
Back in the dense forest of Ne Ne Ne:
"Nobody knows the trouble I seen . . .
nobody knows my sorrow . . .
nobody knows the trouble I seen . . ."
"Stop that blubbering now you WANKER, else I'll give it back just to take it away again!"
Wufei regarded Treize with a sideways glance, watching his footing as they trekked through the forest, "Geez Treize, aren't you being hard on him?"
Treize closed his eyes and sighed. Even with the threat of re-castration the melancholic moaning had yet to cease. "I'm beginning to think I was hard on all of us for having done it in the first place . . . who'd have known a man with such a beautiful voice could be utterly TONE DEAF!"
"How much farther Lego Ass . . . we haven't all day!" Heero shouted.
"It isn't "Lego Ass" it's *Legolas*! And the end of the forest should be just over this ridge," the non-castrated blond remarked as he deftly frolicked and hopped up the hillside. He reached the top and scanned the horizon . . . "Oh . . . oh my . . ."
"What?" Heero asked as he shimmied up behind and looked in the same direction as lean, lithe, lanky elf, who, alliteration aside, seemed quite taken aback by something. A moment later, and Heero saw it too.
"Jumping Jesus on a pogostick . . . look at that!"
End of Part 30
And thus ends this exciting and VERY late installment . . . Godspeed!
Ghaynard (formerly Maynard who died after she drank a hefty dose of kool-aid laced with the poisonous vile stuff that is her fan fiction)
(:./babaca/rr30)
