07-November-2001
Title: Laundry Day
Author: Mair
Genre: Oh definetly Humor
Warnings: Rembrant: There are none! Hahahahaha! Mair: It's right
after Endless Waltz you idiot... Jeez... You could atleast tell them
the time frame. Rembrant: *sticks out his tounge and blows a
raspberry at her* Mair: This is what happens when Duo gets ahold of
too much caffiene.
Archive: Hell yes! Lemme know where/who wants it so I can praise your
many virtues!
Pairings: Mair: Hey Rem? Did we put any pairings in here? Rembrant:
Don't think so. If we did they can read and find out.
Disclaimer: If Mair owned Gundam Wing, Mair would be rich. Mair is
not rich. Since Mair is not rich, Mair must not own Gundam Wing and
someone else does!
"This is fun! I really should do this more often! Irons and starch! Socks and Jocks!" Duo giggled. "Socks and jocks... Thats funny." Duo finished hauling out the underwear load from the dryer and looked over a the neatly pressed clothing set to go upstairs.
"They'll get a kick out of this. Wait a second... The war is over... The war is over, they need some cheering up and what better a way than a sock war!" He looked down at the basket full of underwear at his feet. He looked over at the starched clothes in the basket near the irnoning board and grinned.
He knew perfectly well that he drank way too much coffee this morning with his special cinnamon toast. Ok, he had too much sugar too. Wufei even said so when everyone turned around to see what he made for breakfast. The only way to eat cinnamon toast was with half an inch of melted butter and sugar and cinnamon on top. Too bad no one else wanted to have some of the breakfast he made for everyone. He had to eat it all himself.
"Well this will teach them. No one refuses a meal that I've slaved over!" Duo muttered to himself. He grabbed the basket of ironing and took it upstairs, distributing the laundry to the respective pilots rooms. When he closed the last door he skipped downstairs wearing the empty basket on his head.
Once in the basement again, he took the basket off of his head and grabbed all the socks and rolled them up into balls. He set his ammunition in the empty basket then grabbed the jockstraps, looping those over his hand. At the top of the basement steps he peeked out the door. "Laundry's done!" He yelled.
Silence filled the house. Then he heard someone that sounded suspiciously like Quatre say, "Duo did... laundry? Oh no... My work shirts were in the laundry!"
Duo snickered and crouched down. A second following two figures ran passed the door and up the stairs. That was his cue. He slipped out the door and crouched down under the stairs, leaving the basement door open.
"DUO!!!!!!!!!!!" Quatre hollered from upstairs.
From his hidding place he saw the other two pilots leave the room and head upstairs to see what the problem was. He set the laundry basket of socks down and picked up a couple balls.
"Look at this! He made origami cranes out of my dress shirts! I don't even know if washing them is going to get all the starch out!" Quatre shouted as Wufei and Heero reached the top of the stairs.
Wufei spared Heero a glance then ran to his own room and opened the door. "MAXWELL! You are a dead man!"
Duo giggled. It had been really hard to try and get Wufei's pants into a crane but he did it. Only took him 10 minutes per pair. Irons really come in handy for clothing origami.
He watched as Heero opened the door to their room. Trowa and Quatre started down stairs so Duo couldn't tell what Heero's statement was to his own crane styled clothing.
It was now or never. Duo stood up and yelled, "Underwear war!" He lobbed both sock balls at Quatre and Trowa then grabbed one of the jockstraps and shot it at Trowa. Heero and Wufei moved to the railing and he shot jockstraps at them too. He didn't even care who's were who's. He laughed at the momentary confusion, grabbing the sock basket. He ran for the front door, hurling socks at the following angry pilots.
One sock ball bounced off the back of his head and he grinned. He diverted from his origional course to the outside in favor of the living room. He shot through the doorway and dived for the couch. He tossed the basket ahead of him and tumbled over the back of the couch. He popped up a second later lobbing socks from the tipped over basket. Trowa and Wufei took up offensive positions at the doorway and Heero and Quatre were gathering up socks and underwear.
Duo laughed again as he fired another jockstrap at Wufei. It hit the doorframe, falling onto Wufei's balancing hand. Duo giggled lobbing another sock ball.
Trowa darted around the edge of the door and dove for the couch.
"Uh oh." Duo said, realizing he couldn't hit Trowa anymore unless he put himself in jepordy. He went to grab another sock ball to try and hit Wufei or Heero, both of whom were visible. He came up with nothing. He looked down. No more socks. No more jocks. "Eep! Time to run!"
Wufei glared at him. "He's out of ammo! Get him!"
Duo jumped off of the couch, dodging Trowa's lunging form. He could hear Wufei running after him as he tore into the dining room. "Door door where is the damn door!" He whined plantifly.
He ran into the kitchen and slammed into the back door. He wrenched the door open as a jock smacked against his rear. "Out the door out the door out the door!" Duo chanted.
A sock ball hit him this time as he dashed off around the pool. Someone was catching up. He jumped for the pool hoping whom ever was chasing him really didn't want to swim. As he dove in, water closed over his head. He could hear the muffled shouting of someone. He separated his hands and twisted his body around under the water so he could see who it was.
A second figure joined the first at the edge of the pool. It looked like Wufei and Trowa. Then a third. It was getting hard for him to stay under. He needed to breath. Duo pushed up toward the surface, realizing that the water was rather cold.
"Heh heh heh... Hi guys!" He chirped. He waved at all four now standing at the pools edge.
The others wordlessly exchanged a look then their eyes turned back to the treading water Duo. Hands came back and Duo's eyes widened as socks and jocks filled the air headed straight for him.
Duo ducked under the water, face stinging where a jock caught him across the nose. He rubbed it as he waited for the muffled twapping sound of laundry hitting the pool to stop.
When it did, he surfaced gasping for air. "Hey! Now I have to wash it all again!"
"And collect it." Heero replied from the pools edge.
Duo looked around at the rapidly sinking laundry as the pilots walked back to the house. He sighed. "Well it was fun while it lasted..." He looked over at the house. "Atleast you could bring me a basket for it all!"
Five minutes later Duo finally managed to get the last of the sock balls off of the bottem of the pool. He swam to the pool edge and dragged himself out. "Well thats the last time I go swimming in this pool with lots of clothes on," he muttered.
He picked the undergarmets up off of the pools edge and trudged soddenly back to the house.
After a few minutes he finally worked a hand free to open the door. He jiggled the doorknob. He jiggled it again. "Oh come on..." He muttered and tried again. "Come on guys! Let me in!"
Owari
Mair
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