Oh...this story is now PG-13 due to Trowa's...glomping tendencies.

Thanks to Lady Aiyoku who gave me a nifty suggestion for this chapter. This should be really interesting. You should probably start running for your sanity now. ^_~
Roku-kun

Four bewildered people looked up at Heero, who was clinging to the ceiling fan. (OK, so Trowa looked at Heero's butt. Whatever.) "What's wrong, Heero?" Quatre asked.
"Gaaaaah! Get it away, get it away!" Heero screamed going into fresh hysterics. If he had been a cat, every last bit of his fur would have been standing on end, and his tail would have been lashing.
"Get what away?" Wufei asked.
"The mime! Mimes are scary, evil things from hell!"
Duo and Wufei looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Haw haw, the perfect warrior is scared of a mime!!!" Wufei gasped. Quatre looked insulted and Trowa was still trying to get himself untied. Suddenly he spied a knife on the counter and began working his way over to it.
"Why are you scared of mimes???" Quatre asked, still sounding hurt.
"I have this reoccuring nightmare where Treize is dressed like a mime and he-"
"Stop!" Duo looked sick. "Chibi virgin ears here."
Trowa paused in his moving towards the knife. "No, go on."
Heero was still clinging to the ceiling fan, and was tring to hide behind the blades. Suddenly the fan became detached from the ceiling, and Heero fell right on top of Quatre.
"Eeeeeeeek!" he shreiked, running away from Quatre, and towards Trowa, who had just gotten loose. Trowa glomped him as he passed, then planted a very steamy kiss on Heero-onna's mouth.
When he was released, Heero gaped at Trowa for a second, before shrieking, "I'm gonna _kill_ you!"
Wufei's apparently amplified sense of justice kicked in and he joined Heero in chasing Trowa around the room. "Cretin!" he yelled, jumping on Trowa and faking a bunch of punches and kicks.
"You are deader than Duo's family!" Heero roared. This was apparently a very insensitive thing to say, because Chibi-Duo burst into tears.
"Hey!" Wufei yelled, turning on Heero. His fake wresting wasn't good enough, however, for the grouchy (and with reason) Heero, because he flew out of the dining room and smacked into the living room wall.
Quatre joined into the chaos, saying, "Come on, now, guys- let's get along. None of us can help how we're behaving."
Heero remembered Quatre, shrieked, and jumped up on top of Trowa's head, again looking much like a cat. Trowa took the opportunity to...uh...grope Heero. Heero yelped, and the battle began again. 1

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