Chapter 2 - Donut Chronicles: 2
Submitted June 19, 2005 Updated June 21, 2005 Status Incomplete | Pure humor written by my older sister and me back in 2003 or something. Light hints of shounen ai. Heero needs his donuts and coffee. But what happens when he can't get them?
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Chapter 2 - Donut Chronicles: 2
Chapter 2 - Donut Chronicles: 2
He was out of coffee.
Duo sweat dropped as he translated Heero’s hn: “Heero says that, um, if he doesn’t get
decent coffee in like, five minutes, he’ll self destruct!”
Wufei groaned. “Not AGAIN!”
Heero’s eyes narrowed again. “Hn.”
“Watch out Wuffie, Heero just said he’ll take you with him!”
Quatre sighed. Looks like it was his turn to maintain the peace. “I’ll get him coffee,” he
volunteered. “What kind should I get?”
“Starbucks, duh,” replied Duo. “I’ll ask him what he wants exactly.” Duo turned to
Heero, and after cleverly conceiving the right words to say, Duo said, “Hn.”
Heero raised an eyebrow and replied, “Hn.”
Duo giggled madly, and then turned to face the questioning looks he was getting from
his friends. “I can speak hn-speak. I get it from hanging around Heero too much. The way
he speaks it, anyone can learn it in a week!”
“Hn,” agreed Heero. And then, “Hn.”
Quickly translating, Duo said, “Heero agrees with me, and second he says he’s not
kidding; we have four minutes.”
Quatre sweat dropped.
“Hn,” said Duo.
”Hn,” replied.
This went on for about two minutes, and then Duo turned around again, smiling
happily. “Heero says he wants a triple strength cappuccino mocha latte with raspberry,
cherry, and blueberry flavoring, whipped cream, chocolate flakes and a cherry on top.”
“Sounds like an ice cream sundae,” comment Trowa, being unusually talkative for the
silent clown he usually was.
“Hn,” replied Heero.
“Two minutes, says Heero,” said Duo.
Quatre quickly got into his car, a bright, shiny, pretty, black, limo. After about 26
different tries, he finally found a Starbucks (since they seemed to have disappeared
amazingly since he needed them the most. Typical) and got Heero’s unusual combination
for coffee. The people working there looked at him most strongly indeed.
“Ya know,” said a blonde worker, who was mixing up the drink, “The, like, only other
dude who, like, orders that is, like, that, like, dude with the, like, spiky-type-like hair
who, like, says ‘hn’, like, a lot, ya know?” She paused for emphasis. “Like, ya know?”
Quatre took several seconds to comprehend the incredibly hard-to-comprehend valley-
girl speak. He simply smiled and nodded. “It’s for him,” he replied.
“Oh, like, I, DUDE, should have, like, realized, like, that, like, I didn’t, like, think that,
like, anyone else, like, would order that, like, drink.” The girl took a breath and added,
“Like, ya know?”
Quatre smiled, nodded, grabbed the drink and ran out before he went crazy.
Back to the kitchen, Heero was now enjoying his cup of coffee. Suddenly, he began
counting down in ‘hn-speak’, with Duo translating.
“Hn.”
”Ten.”
”Hn.”
”Nine.”
”Hn.”
”Eight.”
“Hn.”
Suddenly Duo realized what Heero was counting down for and said, “Dude! You
already HAVE your coffee.”
Duo sweat dropped as he translated Heero’s hn: “Heero says that, um, if he doesn’t get
decent coffee in like, five minutes, he’ll self destruct!”
Wufei groaned. “Not AGAIN!”
Heero’s eyes narrowed again. “Hn.”
“Watch out Wuffie, Heero just said he’ll take you with him!”
Quatre sighed. Looks like it was his turn to maintain the peace. “I’ll get him coffee,” he
volunteered. “What kind should I get?”
“Starbucks, duh,” replied Duo. “I’ll ask him what he wants exactly.” Duo turned to
Heero, and after cleverly conceiving the right words to say, Duo said, “Hn.”
Heero raised an eyebrow and replied, “Hn.”
Duo giggled madly, and then turned to face the questioning looks he was getting from
his friends. “I can speak hn-speak. I get it from hanging around Heero too much. The way
he speaks it, anyone can learn it in a week!”
“Hn,” agreed Heero. And then, “Hn.”
Quickly translating, Duo said, “Heero agrees with me, and second he says he’s not
kidding; we have four minutes.”
Quatre sweat dropped.
“Hn,” said Duo.
”Hn,” replied.
This went on for about two minutes, and then Duo turned around again, smiling
happily. “Heero says he wants a triple strength cappuccino mocha latte with raspberry,
cherry, and blueberry flavoring, whipped cream, chocolate flakes and a cherry on top.”
“Sounds like an ice cream sundae,” comment Trowa, being unusually talkative for the
silent clown he usually was.
“Hn,” replied Heero.
“Two minutes, says Heero,” said Duo.
Quatre quickly got into his car, a bright, shiny, pretty, black, limo. After about 26
different tries, he finally found a Starbucks (since they seemed to have disappeared
amazingly since he needed them the most. Typical) and got Heero’s unusual combination
for coffee. The people working there looked at him most strongly indeed.
“Ya know,” said a blonde worker, who was mixing up the drink, “The, like, only other
dude who, like, orders that is, like, that, like, dude with the, like, spiky-type-like hair
who, like, says ‘hn’, like, a lot, ya know?” She paused for emphasis. “Like, ya know?”
Quatre took several seconds to comprehend the incredibly hard-to-comprehend valley-
girl speak. He simply smiled and nodded. “It’s for him,” he replied.
“Oh, like, I, DUDE, should have, like, realized, like, that, like, I didn’t, like, think that,
like, anyone else, like, would order that, like, drink.” The girl took a breath and added,
“Like, ya know?”
Quatre smiled, nodded, grabbed the drink and ran out before he went crazy.
Back to the kitchen, Heero was now enjoying his cup of coffee. Suddenly, he began
counting down in ‘hn-speak’, with Duo translating.
“Hn.”
”Ten.”
”Hn.”
”Nine.”
”Hn.”
”Eight.”
“Hn.”
Suddenly Duo realized what Heero was counting down for and said, “Dude! You
already HAVE your coffee.”
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