Anou na... The first part of our lovely fic. C&C of all kinds, especially
detailed is always welcome.
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Culture Clash!
by Those Who Wish to Remain Anonymous... and Death's Dragon Productions
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A loud, bloodcurdling scream rang through the air. "WE'RE GOING WHERE!?"
Four boys winced, eyeing the fifth.
"Rhydin." Heero's voice was sharp and cold.
Duo fell back onto the old, musty sofa, eyes glazed over. "Rhy... din...
?"
"Aa."
Wufei sat down next to the longhaired pilot, a look of mild concern on
his face. "Daijobu, Duo?"
Clutching his chest frantically, Duo nodded. A soft, choked whisper
jumped from his throat without consent. "Koi... bito..."
That single, softly spoken murmur elicited a variety of reactions. Trowa
simply raised an eloquent eyebrow, while Heero's shoulders slumped, his lips
peeling back in a minute snarl. Wufei and Quatre exchanged extremely worried
glances. Duo himself seemed in a trance the rest of the evening.
To everyone's surprise, however, Duo was the first one awake and simply
BUBBLING with excitement. His eyes were bright, his smile actually genuine
for the first time since the trip was announced, and he was scampering around
the room, quickly making breakfast.
"Come on guys, I wanna get there ASAP! I ain't got all day, pop Pop POP!"
His words were a rush of caffeine and sugar.
Wufei, who was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination,
just glared over his cup of coffee. "Shut up, Maxwell."
Duo snorted, smirking. "Not a chance Wu-man." His eyes began to glow with
evil intent. "But you know, Wufei … you should use your own coffee maker more
often. I think it would make you much more cheerful!"
There was a short pause as Wufei let that sink in. Quatre snorted and
clapped his hands over his mouth to keep from laughing as Wufei began to
choke on his accidentally inhaled coffee. "Maxwell! Kisama! DIEEEE!!" The
Chinese boy shrieked and hurled his coffee mug at Duo, who ducked with ease.
"You know, Wu-babe, your aim is really bad in the morning! Want me to
give you some more…" He shot a glance over at Quatre, "… coffee?"
"Damn it all to hell! You have no sense of maturity, Maxwell! I'm going to
finish getting packed." With that Wufei stormed out of the kitchen, muttering
to himself about coffee and immature partners.
The journey was long, slow and uneventful. On the plane, peppered among
the boys were one girl with a shota complex (seated next to Wufei, natch.), a
group of yaoi/yuri fic writers (ogling Quatre and Trowa and occasionally
making passes at Duo), and two large, old ladies sitting to either side of
Heero, who pinched his cheeks and called him cute. Luckily the pilots
arrived at the safe house none the worse for the wear, though Wufei and
Quatre were rather jittery and Heero had sore cheeks.
They had not had time to do more than drop their assorted bags in random
corners of the room when a small, grinning, blue-haired figure burst out of
one of the bedrooms and attached itself to one of Duo's legs.
"Shinigami-samaaaa~aaa!" The utterly adorable... whatever-it-was giggled as
it spoke, practically radiating energy. The figure buried its little round
face in Duo's thigh -- that was the highest it could reach.
Duo's face was blank until he realized just who was clinging to him.
"EN-CHAN!!" Duo squealed, violet eyes shimmering as he broke into a grin so
large you could use it for a toothpaste ad on a roadside billboard.
All activity immediately ceased. Heero froze in the middle of pulling a
gun out of his spandex. Quatre stared at the little boy who had his face
buried in Duo's inner thigh. Trowa blinked. Wufei's jaw was introduced to
his knees. "... eh...? M-maxwell... why do you have a... a... creature
clinging to your leg?"
A pair of large, angry blue eyes peered up between Duo's legs. A small
boy clad in just a pair of navy blue shorts (one of the authors squealed)
stepped through the arch provided by Duo. A pair of pale slender arms
crossed over an equally pale, delicate chest. If Wufei had a shota complex,
he would have been mesmerized by all that pretty, pale, silky smooth skin.
The blue-haired boy stepped towards the Chinese pilot -- who *was* staring --
and spoke. "You do know," he whispered airily, "that I am no more a creature
than you, Chang Wufei."
Duo snorted. //Betchya can't tell HE'S gonna destroy the world someday,
huh? Freaky little six-year old.//
Blink. Blink. "I... I..." Wufei fell over in a faint. (one of the
authors hits the first -- THWAP! "Ow!" "Dammit, it wasn't from a fit of
horniness!")
Slowly Quatre spoke up. "Duo, what's going on?" Heero and Trowa nodded
their agreement. Wufei stirred, opening glazed eyes a crack. The small boy
winked. And Wufei fainted again.
Duo cast a glance over at Ender then back at the other pilots nervously.
"Well… uhm... This is Ender Zantui, he's ... well, six, at the moment. I've
known him for about five... Nonomakeitsixhundredyears. And well... his
brother should be coming soon... and a few other friends...," he coughed and
muttered to himself," friends, we *hope*." Duo felt his face heating up. As
Quatre opened his mouth to question a few of the facts Duo had given them no
one noticed that Ender was now behind Heero, A small, delicate hand snagged
the waistband of the Evil Spandex and pulled back. SNAP! "... oops..."
Heero whirled, clamping down on a shriek that would have embarrassed the
most feminine male, fists cocked and ready to fly. "Omae o korosu!"
A soft trickle of laughter came from the boy as he began to hover, so he was
eye-level with Heero, who blinked. "Not bloody likely!!!" Duo and Ender
chorused in unison. Only Ender added the statement, "and I doubt it would
help you get into Shinigami-sama's pants, Yuy-san!"
Four mouths dropped open. (Wufei had woken up just in time to faint
again.) Ender turned around, brows furrowed. His large, crystalline eyes
were fixed on Wufei. "Is he a woman, or what?! I've never seen anyone faint
that much in the whole of my existence!"
"Hn," Trowa responded thoughtfully, "I always thought he was a seme."
Quatre *glared* at Wufei's prone body.
Ender laughed and turned back to Duo. "But he's *always* bent to
Shinigami-sama!" This time Heero was the one to glare at Wufei's body.
Just then Ender started to squeal and ran to the door. "Berriberri!" As
the boy unlocked it, a tall -- VERY tall -- brown-haired man walked in,
smirking, dark eyes narrowed. Duo began to laugh. The newcomer flounced
into the center of the room. "My name is Jerrimi... Duo, babe, come gimme
some coffee." With matching grins the two hugged. Jerrimi ruffled Ender's
hair and looked around himself at the, still rather stunned, pilots. "My my
my my my. Look at all the pretty faces. Duo, and you said you'd share with
m -- ooh. Who's the sexy mama on the floor, hmmmn?"
Duo blushed, sweatdropping. "Jerrimi! Have you no shame?!"
"None at all. Who is he, and can I take his clothes off?"
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To Be Continued
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That's it. Again, C&C, bribes, etc. are always welcome.
Written and Directed by: Dragon's Death Productions and Those Who Wish to
Remain Anonymous
The Prince of Dragons
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