19-Jun-2000
::yawn, stretch:: Geeze, there was a lot of mail to get through. You were all so busy last night and this morning talking. Yeah noise. Okay, as promised the next part of Video Boys. Wahoo!
Wufei: Pern are you sure you're feeling okay?
Pern: Perfectly why?
Wufei: You spent last night, almost all night coloring
and writing.
Pern: Yes, and I'm almost done with Video Boys so
don't knock it.
Wufei: I'm not, I just wanted to make sure you were
all right.
::arches eyebrow:: WUFEI...What did you do last night?
Wufei: It's not what _I_ did...
Pern: ?????!!!!!!!!!! Oh dear.
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Warning: slight OOC and mild yaoi (eventually)
Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor Video Girl Ai are
mine.
Duo watched Heero eat the cheeseburger. Somehow he hadn't pictured the gun-toting boy to eat fast food. He absently twirled the straw in his milkshake.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Heero asked.
"I'm not hungry," Duo replied. "Besides I'm a Video Boy and we don't normally eat. Of course, we don't normally come out of the TV either."
Heero had dragged Duo out of the house, mainly to keep him away from Trowa. First Heero had hauled Duo all over the neighborhood so that he could get the lay of the area. Just in case Duo needed to make a quick escape. Not that Duo was all that interested in the quickest way to the sewers. They'd ended up at the closest St. Mack's and had been there for about twenty minutes. Heero had finished his second cheeseburger and was sipping his lemon-lime drink when a young woman passed by them. He looked up with a start and stared at the back of Relena Darlian's head. Duo noticed him staring and turned to look.
"Who's that?" he asked. "Some girl you like?"
"My target." Heero replied. Duo grinned.
"Great! Now's your chance to ask her out! Come on." He leaned over the table and grabbed Heero's hand. Heero pulled his hand away.
"Not now."
"Why not?" Duo demanded. "You said you'd memorized all the pick up lines. Now listen, just get up and go talk to her. It's not that difficult."
"Says who?" Heero snarled. He couldn't do it, he wasn't ready.
"You're right. It might be difficult for you. After all, you act like a stiff board. Oh! Wait, she's walking back this way!" Heero pulled his eyes away from Duo's too anxious face and looked up at Relena. She recognized Heero from several of her classes and smiled at him. He just stared like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck. Duo kicked Heero. Heero winced then shot him a death glare.
Relena wondered what was up with them. She knew Heero, but didn't recognize his friend. Maybe she, or was it a he, it was hard to tell with that meter long braid, was from another school. No matter, Relena walked out the door, her dinner in hand.
"God! You missed your big chance!" Duo exclaimed. "She walked right past us and all you could do was stare! I can see you're going to need more training before I let you anywhere near a woman again." Duo growled and took a sip of his milkshake. He was so frustrated that he didn't realize that he was drinking the chocolate concoction until he'd sucked down a quarter of it.
"I thought Video Boys don't eat." Heero hissed as Duo's face began to pale.
"We don't. Why the hell did I." He shook his head and shoved the milkshake away. "What the fuck is happening to me?"
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Quatre sat on the edge of Trowa's bed as Trowa mulled over the events of that evening thus far. One, he'd been given a mission. Two, he'd rented a tape. Three, he'd watched the tape. Four, he'd dropped the remote. Five, the TV and VCR had gone screwy. Six, he'd ended up on the floor with a blond Video Boy in his lap. Seven through about ten involved Quatre and him trying to figure out exactly how six had happened. After nearly an hour, they hadn't.
"We'll just have to face it. Until my tape finishes, I'm stuck here. I'm really sorry if this inconveniences you." Quatre said. During the course of investigation in exactly what had caused Quatre to appear, they'd made a discovery. If Trowa hit the pause button, Quatre literally paused. It had happened by accident. Trowa had picked up the remote and attempted to turn the volume down on the TV and touched the pause button instead. After that moment of shock and terror, mainly on Quatre's part, they quickly deduced what effect fast forward and rewind would have on him. "The least we can do is start some lessons in wooing." Trowa sighed and sank into the computer chair.
"I agree. That seems to be the best course of action. I suggest that you stay in this room until further notice. I will have to explain this to my brother, if he even believes me." Trowa rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
"I'm sure he will. He is your brother after all."
"We're adopted."
"Oh, where are your parents?"
"They are on an extended holiday in Mongolia." Trowa didn't elaborate. Quatre shrugged and swung his feet back and forth, trying to think of something to say. "It's late. I have school in the morning. Why don't you take my bed and I'll sleep on the floor?"
"I couldn't do that!" Quatre exclaimed. "It's your room. I'm the intruder."
"You're my guest until further notice." Trowa told him. "Now, do you have anything to sleep in?" Quatre simply stared at him.
"I only have what clothes you see on me." He said indicating his tan slacks, pale pink shirt with the purple-gray vest over top. "I never expected to come OUT of my tape." Trowa opened his dresser and found a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt for Quatre to wear. Quatre thanked him and left the room to change.
While he was in the bathroom, Trowa took the opportunity to do the same. He'd have to talk to Heero in the morning about Quatre. Maybe he could let him have their parent's room or maybe the guestroom. Either way, there wasn't anything he could do tonight.
Quatre returned wearing the slightly oversized shirt and sweats. Trowa stared at him and realized for the first time that Quatre was shorter than he was. He's about Heero's height, Trowa thought as he dug a sleeping bag out of his closet. Trowa had all sorts of survival, camping type gear stored in there including a working camp stove. Rolling the army green bag out next to the bed, he didn't notice Quatre watching him. The blond sat on the bed, his blue-green eyes taking in every move that Trowa made. "Do you want a pillow?" Quatre asked. Trowa looked up from making sure there was enough room for Quatre to sneak out if he needed the bathroom. Quatre held up one of the two pillows that adorned his bed.
"Thank you." Quatre handed it too him without a word.
"Tomorrow, I want to start giving you proper lessons. By the way, who is the girl you're trying to court?"
"Her name is Dorothy."
"Oh." Quatre replied. "That's a nice name."
That's not what I'd call her, Trowa thought, but he didn't share that with Quatre. Instead he reached up and turned off the overhead light.
"Good night Trowa."
"Good night."
End Part 3
~Tigress Pern
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