June 16, 2000
Well, this all started with someone's question as to how the other pilots would react if Heero suddenly started to act like Usagi from Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon.
I posted a silly ficlet as a response, (Titled, Bad Dubbing) and one or two people encouraged me to continue. As I am currently up past my bedtime and battling the 'angst monster' I figured I might as well.
Disclaimers:
Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, Voltron and any other anime series mentioned here does not belong to me.
Never did, never will.
Warnings: Shounen Ai, Strong Language. Cross-dressing.
When we left our brave heroes, Duo was being forcibly restrained by Quatre and Wufei to prevent him from running outside and painting Shenlong pink. Trowa was sitting on Heero/Sailor Moon as she driveled on about 'Tuxedo Kamen-sama'.
After Wufei calmed down and Duo was given a valium, a quick search through Duo's rather extensive anime collection revealed that Voltron was indeed probably the best choice for Heero's 'deprogramming'.
For the second night in a row, the five pilots sat up until the wee hours of the morning, watching rather badly dubbed anime.
For the next few days, everyone watched Heero carefully. Save for a regrettable tendency to call Duo 'Lance' and the way he kept pinching Wufei's butt, everything seemed fairly normal. (Not counting Wufei's violent and completely understandable reaction to being called 'Princess'.)
Well, you also had to ignore the way that Heero kept trying to get the Gundams to form Voltron every time there was a battle. Or the weird places he wanted them to hide their Gundams. Oh, and he insisted on calling Zechs, 'Lotor, evil prince of darkness'.
After a couple of weeks, our Heero was almost back to his normal self. Almost. Then Wufei, Trowa and Quatre were called away on separate missions, leaving Duo and Heero alone.
"Hey, Heero?"
"Hn."
"I'm going to bed early, man. I've got a headache."
"Hn."
"Don't stay up too late!"
Wufei was the first to return. It must have been some sort of karmic thing. He never even saw it coming.
*Flying glomp* "Mamo-chan!"
"MAXWELL!!!!!"
Duo scratched his head as he watched the way Heero was nuzzling the highly indignant Wufei. "Look, I don't get it! Why on Earth would he be acting this way?"
Wufei glared up at him from his prone position on the floor and nodded (the only possible physical action while being firmly glomped by Heero) toward the television set. There were Sailor Moon tapes strewn about it and piled on top of it. "Guess," he gritted out.
"But I just don't understand," Duo wailed. "This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen."
"I don't care _why_ Maxwell," Wufei snarled. "Just _fix_ it!"
When Trowa and Quatre returned to the safehouse the next morning, they found an exhausted Duo and Wufei snoozing on one of the couches together, Duo's arm wrapped around Wufei, and the Chinese boy's face pressed into Duo's hair.
Heero was sitting on the floor, a box of popcorn in his lap, watching television.
Quatre gently shook Duo, who opened his eyes blearily. "Hmmm?"
"What's going on?" Quatre asked softly.
"He got into the Sailor Moon again," Duo told him with a groan. "It took us half the night to find another show that he'd actually watch, and most of the rest to get him to let go of the Wu-man."
"What's he watching now?" Quatre asked, turning to where Trowa was silently observing the totally absorbed Heero.
"Well," Duo looked a little embarrassed. "We were trying to stick with the mobile suit theme, and it took a lot of searching before we found one he'd watch."
"Robotech," moaned Wufei, not moving from where he lay. "The Last Generation[3], or something like that."
"What's wrong with him?" Trowa asked, turning his attention from the television set to the pair on the couch.
"Heero glomped him....hard," Duo told them.
"I think he cut off the circulation to my arms," Wufei complained, still not moving. "And I may need x-rays for my ribs."
"Shhhh," Quatre hissed. The tape had ended, and Heero had put aside the popcorn, risen and turned off the television set. Without another word, the Japanese pilot strode from the room.
"What do you think?" Duo hissed. "Maybe it worked?"
"Let's just all go to bed," Trowa told them. "We can check on him after we've had some sleep."
When Duo and Quatre helped a still-stiff Wufei down the stairs that evening, they found Heero had been awake for quite some time.
"Oh. My. God." Duo said. Wufei didn't say anything, merely sinking quietly to the floor in a heap and covering his eyes.
"What happened to him?" Quatre wondered as they all stared at the transformed Heero.
Heero's hair had been dyed a rather attractive shade of purple. He was wearing a frilly yellow sundress with matching pumps and a pretty white apron. He was cooking dinner, and humming something as he worked.
"Never mind," Duo moaned. "We have got to find out what's wrong with him, Quatre. I can't take much more of this."
"And where the hell did he get that outfit?" Wufei mumbled from his place on the floor. "We're miles from the nearest town."
A quick call to Dr. J did nothing to help resolve matters.
"As long as he can still operate the Gundam," was what the Doctor's response boiled down to.
"Why is he fixating on such weird characters?" Wufei demanded.
"I have no idea," Duo muttered, scratching his head.
"To be on the safe side, let's just get rid of the anime," Trowa suggested.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get some of those tapes?"
"Shut up, Maxwell," Wufei snapped. "If he were fixating on you and not me, you'd be glad to get rid of the damn things."
"If only he wouldn't try to sing...." Quatre moaned. He was wearing earplugs, which made conversation difficult, to say the least.
"It was wearing off before, I know it was!" Duo insisted.
"Then just get rid of the Sailor Moon stuff," Trowa told him. "For all of our sakes."
Two weeks later.
Trowa and Quatre stared up at the roof of the house.
Heero was perched there, staring up at the moon. He was wearing pink pajamas with little bunny rabbits on them and clutching a stuffed pink rabbit. His hair was festooned with little pink ribbons. He was staring up at the moon and sighing dreamily to himself.
"I hope Duo gets here before Wufei does," Quatre sighed.
"Tuxedo Kamen-sama," a slightly nasal voice drifted down from above. Both boys winced.
"I _know_ we got rid of Duo's tapes," Trowa frowned slightly. "Where on Earth did he manage to find more?"
"I’d love another hot fudge sundae," Heero muttered dreamily, just before losing his balance and plummeting forward off of the roof and into the nearby bushes.
Trowa and Quatre both winced.
"How much longer is this going to go on?"
End Part Two
Sorry guys. It's late, and it's too quiet, and I'm still not happy with the way Trowa sounds. I'll try to get It's the Pilot Parts 11-13 up tomorrow sometime..
Truth
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