Chapter 5 - Donut Chronicles: 5
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 5 - Donut Chronicles: 5
Chapter 5 - Donut Chronicles: 5
Later that night, we’ll say about midnight, we go into the pilots house to see them finally
getting ready for a good nights sleep.
“Hey Quatre,” said Trowa, “What time is it?”
”My watch says 10:00,” Quatre replied doubtfully.”
“Well OF COURSE it says 10,” replied Duo, “It ALWAYS says 10; we just figured that
out a bit ago. What time is it really?”
Heero glanced at his watch. “Hn.”
Duo grinned. “Thanks Heero!”
”What did he say?” grumbled Wufei.
“It’s midnight,” said Duo cheerfully.
“Which means it’s past my bedtime and I gotta go to bed now!” said Wufei, chibifiying
into a chibi of himself with the cutest red pajama’s, and fuzzy bunny slippers.
“Right, then,” said Duo, “I’ve never seen that happen before.” And then he, too, chibified
into his ‘I’m The God Of Death’ nightshirt. Heero sighed, and went into his room, as did
Quatre and Trowa.
“Night all!” Duo called out.
”Night,” replied Quatre.
“Hn,” replied Heero.
“Oyasumi to you too Heero!” Duo said happily, and shut the door to his room to get his
beauty sleep.
Which didn’t really work, considering that five seconds later, there was a loud loud loud,
and potentially ear-piercing shriek rang out.
The pilots congregated in the hall. Wufei (unchibified now) was sobbing, and no one
could understand why.
Finally, Duo managed to get, “She stole my Mr. Snuggles!!!”
As one the pilots turned to each other and muttered, “Relena.”
Except for Heero of course, he said ‘hn.’
“Relena touched my teddy bear! It’ll have cooties!” yelled Wufei angrily, “That stupid
onna!”
“Hn.”
”Heero suggests you kill her.”
”Leave it to Heero to think of that.”
”Well, I for one, happen to think that that is a good idea. She’s just an annoying pacifist
princess after all.”
“Still…”
”I want Mr. Snuggles back!”
Still in their nightclothes, the five boys made their way to Relena’s scary pink mansion.
Inside, there was a lot of pink. And Heero. And there was pink ivy climbing up the walls
outside.
“What a kleptomaniac!” Duo groaned. “A pink kleptomaniac at that,” he added. Not even
Quatre could bear the blinding pink assault that was Relena’s house.
Quietly, they made their way up the pink stairs, past the pink doors, down a pink hall to
Relena’s pink room. Relena herself was lying in her bed, with Mr. Snuggled, and did I
mention that her room was even MORE pink than the rest of the house?
”ACK! My eyes!” Cried Duo, trying to scratch said eyes out of their sockets.
“Whoa,” Trowa’s one visible emerald eye widened, “Is that a PINK bubble-gum statue of
HEERO?”
The others turned, looked, gasped, and wished they were gone. Not only was it a perfect
clone; there were animal sacrifices of pink mice in front of it.
“This is just SO wrong,” groaned Duo, as they made their way towards Relena’s pink
bed.
“Oh Heero,” sighed Relena in her sleep and she held Mr. Snuggles even tighter. “You’re
so perfect! And I love your new pink hair!”
The actual Heero gasped and turned a faint shade of white. “Hn,” he remarked.
“Heero says the day he has pink hair is the day I decide I don’t like black,” said Duo.
“And your new pink spandex is soooo cute,” muttered Relena, still asleep.
“Hn.”
”And the day he wears pink spandex is the day he gives up coffee and donuts.”
“Oh! You’re wearing pink make up -- it’s so cute!” Relena continued to speak in her
sleep. The pilots were deathly pale. Not to mention Heero, who actually looked like he
might faint.
”Hn,” he said emphatically, but weakly nonetheless.
Duo’s eyes widened and he translated, “Heero says the day he wears make up, PINK
make up, is the day Wufei proposes to me!”
Wufei paled further, and Quatre and Trowa smiled faintly, though they also looked
deathly ill.
“Just take the bear and lets go!” finally Trowa said, impatiently.
“I agree,” agreed Quatre.
“Hn.”
“One more minute in here,” translated Duo, quickly, “and I’d die a PINK, FUZZY,
DEATH.” Heero and Duo shuddered simultaneously.
After drawing straws (Pink; as those were the only ones they could find) Quatre went to
the incredibly pink sleeping princess of peace and plucked the perfectly pink bear from
her pink painted fingernails. (How’s that for alliteration? =p)
Now having his precious bear back, Wufei re-chibified and hugged it tightly. He yawned,
and fell asleep on the fuzzy pink carpet.
Duo would have left him there, but Quatre took pity, and dragged the sleeping boy home.
“The first thing I do when I get home,” Duo swore softly, “Is to find a way to
permanently blind myself from the color pink.”
”Amen!” chorused the other pilots.
getting ready for a good nights sleep.
“Hey Quatre,” said Trowa, “What time is it?”
”My watch says 10:00,” Quatre replied doubtfully.”
“Well OF COURSE it says 10,” replied Duo, “It ALWAYS says 10; we just figured that
out a bit ago. What time is it really?”
Heero glanced at his watch. “Hn.”
Duo grinned. “Thanks Heero!”
”What did he say?” grumbled Wufei.
“It’s midnight,” said Duo cheerfully.
“Which means it’s past my bedtime and I gotta go to bed now!” said Wufei, chibifiying
into a chibi of himself with the cutest red pajama’s, and fuzzy bunny slippers.
“Right, then,” said Duo, “I’ve never seen that happen before.” And then he, too, chibified
into his ‘I’m The God Of Death’ nightshirt. Heero sighed, and went into his room, as did
Quatre and Trowa.
“Night all!” Duo called out.
”Night,” replied Quatre.
“Hn,” replied Heero.
“Oyasumi to you too Heero!” Duo said happily, and shut the door to his room to get his
beauty sleep.
Which didn’t really work, considering that five seconds later, there was a loud loud loud,
and potentially ear-piercing shriek rang out.
The pilots congregated in the hall. Wufei (unchibified now) was sobbing, and no one
could understand why.
Finally, Duo managed to get, “She stole my Mr. Snuggles!!!”
As one the pilots turned to each other and muttered, “Relena.”
Except for Heero of course, he said ‘hn.’
“Relena touched my teddy bear! It’ll have cooties!” yelled Wufei angrily, “That stupid
onna!”
“Hn.”
”Heero suggests you kill her.”
”Leave it to Heero to think of that.”
”Well, I for one, happen to think that that is a good idea. She’s just an annoying pacifist
princess after all.”
“Still…”
”I want Mr. Snuggles back!”
Still in their nightclothes, the five boys made their way to Relena’s scary pink mansion.
Inside, there was a lot of pink. And Heero. And there was pink ivy climbing up the walls
outside.
“What a kleptomaniac!” Duo groaned. “A pink kleptomaniac at that,” he added. Not even
Quatre could bear the blinding pink assault that was Relena’s house.
Quietly, they made their way up the pink stairs, past the pink doors, down a pink hall to
Relena’s pink room. Relena herself was lying in her bed, with Mr. Snuggled, and did I
mention that her room was even MORE pink than the rest of the house?
”ACK! My eyes!” Cried Duo, trying to scratch said eyes out of their sockets.
“Whoa,” Trowa’s one visible emerald eye widened, “Is that a PINK bubble-gum statue of
HEERO?”
The others turned, looked, gasped, and wished they were gone. Not only was it a perfect
clone; there were animal sacrifices of pink mice in front of it.
“This is just SO wrong,” groaned Duo, as they made their way towards Relena’s pink
bed.
“Oh Heero,” sighed Relena in her sleep and she held Mr. Snuggles even tighter. “You’re
so perfect! And I love your new pink hair!”
The actual Heero gasped and turned a faint shade of white. “Hn,” he remarked.
“Heero says the day he has pink hair is the day I decide I don’t like black,” said Duo.
“And your new pink spandex is soooo cute,” muttered Relena, still asleep.
“Hn.”
”And the day he wears pink spandex is the day he gives up coffee and donuts.”
“Oh! You’re wearing pink make up -- it’s so cute!” Relena continued to speak in her
sleep. The pilots were deathly pale. Not to mention Heero, who actually looked like he
might faint.
”Hn,” he said emphatically, but weakly nonetheless.
Duo’s eyes widened and he translated, “Heero says the day he wears make up, PINK
make up, is the day Wufei proposes to me!”
Wufei paled further, and Quatre and Trowa smiled faintly, though they also looked
deathly ill.
“Just take the bear and lets go!” finally Trowa said, impatiently.
“I agree,” agreed Quatre.
“Hn.”
“One more minute in here,” translated Duo, quickly, “and I’d die a PINK, FUZZY,
DEATH.” Heero and Duo shuddered simultaneously.
After drawing straws (Pink; as those were the only ones they could find) Quatre went to
the incredibly pink sleeping princess of peace and plucked the perfectly pink bear from
her pink painted fingernails. (How’s that for alliteration? =p)
Now having his precious bear back, Wufei re-chibified and hugged it tightly. He yawned,
and fell asleep on the fuzzy pink carpet.
Duo would have left him there, but Quatre took pity, and dragged the sleeping boy home.
“The first thing I do when I get home,” Duo swore softly, “Is to find a way to
permanently blind myself from the color pink.”
”Amen!” chorused the other pilots.
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