Things were relatively quiet around the house. Wufei and Heero had to drive several hours just to get to the nearest library, so they would be gone for two days at a minimum, depending on what they did or didn't find out. That meant that Duo was now stuck in a house with a pervert and a wanna-be mime.
He also noticed that he kept changing ages, waxing to eight and waning back to two. Quatre seemed to be shrinking and getting paler. {AN: Now we know what happened to Chao-tzu, hee hee.} Of course, what that meant for Trowa, he was afraid to find out.
About an hour after the two left, he passed Trowa doing something with spare Gundam parts on the kitchen table. *I will not ask...* he said to himself. *I will not ask, I will not...* "Whatcha making?" He mentally slapped himself.
"Oh, this..." Trowa purred. "Want me to show you?"
Duo eeped and scurried upstairs.
"Ugh, he's nuts!" he complained to Quatre, who was standing in the bathroom and putting on white face paint.
Quatre shook his head, then mimed a gaping fish.
"You can't talk? Poor Quatre!"
Quatre-mime sighed. Then he started miming. It was amazing what he could communicate to Duo through body language. But then, Duo had read somewhere that 70% of all communication takes place though body language.
^He's kinda perverted. He's been chasing me ever since the guys left. But then, I kinda like him that way. If this mime wasn't such a coward, I certainly wouldn't be running.^
"Ano..." Duo said. He hadn't realized that Quatre was perverted. He sure didn't act it. "I'll go kick him out of the kitchen and we can make ourselves some food."
"OK," Quatre agreed.

"So, tell me- or rather show me- why you felt like pancakes, Quatre." {AN: This is not as dirty as it sounds. ^_^}
^Just like 'em, Quatre mimed. Duo wasn't quite sure how Quatre managed to express the idea of "'em." He may have been a small, annoying mime, but he was a damned good one.
Duo wasn't feeling very hungry, considering the last thing he had seen Trowa building, so he wasn't eating.
So it was quite suprising when all of Quatre's face paint disappeared at the same time he yelled, "What the hell!"
"Hey, I don't want to act like a mime, anymore!" Quatre said happily. "The curse is gone!"
"Actually," Duo frowned, holding up a two-year-old arm completely covered in his fifteen-year-old clothes, "I'm still Chibi."
"Well, it must have been something I ate." Quatre jumped back as Duo suddenly scrambled for the butter and syrup sitting next to him. The butter had no effect, but the syrup caused him to shoot up several inches. While this was going on, a smile spread over Quatre's face. "Hey, Duo, you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That syrup was the best thing ever invented?"
"That too."
"...Oh!" Duo finally got it. "Cool! You go find Trowa, I've got some plans for Heero. No telling him anything until..." Quatre covered Duo's mouth with his hands.
"Yeah, don't jinx it!" he said.
Duo nodded. "Mmmmph!" Quatre uncovered his mouth. "Oh, Trowa..." he called.

Somewhere deep inside hell (specifically at a singles bar) Shenlong smiled. He'd granted the wish of course, but there were no rules saying he wasn't allowed to have fun with it. And this was definitely fun.

[1] Duo was mad at the laptop for obvious reasons, so he "accidentally" broke it. And no, they're not "together" yet.