23-Nov-2000
WARNING! This fic is completely dumb and fairly pointless; I was just filling in the time while everything finished cooking. ^_~ It features goofiness, the use of the words "braid" "dead" and "Spandex," and possible poultry abuse. Please consider yourselves warned. ^_~
"Hey, guys," Duo said, tying off the end of his braid as he walked into the room. "How's it going?"
"We finished all the work while you were playing with your hair," Heero answered sourly.
"Aw, you mean I missed doing the turkey?"
"Heero fixed the turkey," Quatre said.
"He did it perfectly," Trowa added.
"You mean I missed a chance to see Heero with his arm up a turkey's butt?" Duo cried.
"Omae o korosu."
"Wait," Quatre said, laughing. "Look, everything's done except the turkey, which hasn't finished cooking yet. Why don't we all sit down and talk about what we're grateful for?"
"Works for me." Duo led the way to the table, which had been laid with the best silver and china the long-haired pilot could steal. A painstakingly careful arrangement of flowers and gourds served as the centerpiece.
"Who's gonna start?" Duo asked. Everyone gaped at each other for a long moment, and then four pairs of eyes turned to focus on Quatre, who sighed.
"Ok, I guess, since it was my idea. Let's see. I'm thankful that all of us could be together today, and that my dad didn't disinherit me like he threatened to do, and that cranberry stains wash out of khaki with a little work, and that Trowa has his memory back. Trowa?"
"...I'm also thankful that I have my memory back," Trowa said slowly, and when he realized that everyone was looking at him expectantly he added, "And I'm glad to not be dead yet."
"Er, yes," Quatre said. "Um. Duo?"
"I'm grateful for all the people I've ever known in my life," Duo replied with a cheerful smile. "My mom and dad, even though I don't remember them, and Solo, and Father Maxwell and Sister Helen..."
***** two hours later *****
"...and of course all of you guys," Duo said, smiling brightly. Before he could take a breath to speak again, Quatre called on Wufei.
"I'm not thankful; that would be weak," Wufei stated. "But if I were thankful, I would be thankful for Nataku and the strength to acheive Justice..."
***** half an hour later *****
"...because I will decide what's wrong and what's right!"
"Thank you, Wufei, that was... touching," Quatre said, forcing himself to smile. Someone had had just a little *too* much cranberry sauce... "Heero?"
"I'm thankful for DuPont," Heero said. "Let's eat."
"DuPont?" the others all wanted to know.
"Creators of Spandex."
The End ^_^
Yoiko
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
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