Quarte walked through the current base of the G-boys, normally he wouldn't seem so scared, but of course any morning there that didn't start with "Kisama Maxwell!" and the sound of Duo running from Wufei was scary. That wasn't all, there seemed to be someone cooking, and the food smelled good. Quarte immediately knew it wasn't Trowa because he was spending Thanksgiving with Catherine, that only left two people in the house who had a chance at making a meal, he couldn't imagine it being Heero, he lived on his laptop and Wufei wouldn't he would call it an onna's job. Quarte sighed, it must have been Heero, he, unfortunately just walked past the living room where the pilot of Wing Zero sat typing on his laptop and grumbling about stupid, braided, Americans. About that time someone decided to yell, "Heero!" Duo walked out of the kitchen, "Can you help me?" he asked using puppy dog eyes. "Fine." Heero grumpily got out of his seat and stalked to the kitchen to help the Deathscythe pilot, Quarte decided not to ask and went to calm himself with tea, until he realized the tea was in the kitchen, he sighed, it was going to be a long day.

"Thanks Hee-chan!" Duo yelled to Heero, glomping him. "Whatever," Heero looked at Duo, "What do you need help with?" he raised his eyebrow. Duo sweatdropped before replying, "I need help cutting the onions." "Why is that?" Heero asked him, there wasn't anything that onions could do to hurt him. "Um... I just do!" Duo blurted, looking as if he was up to something. Heero, unfortunately for Duo, noticed how unusual the braided American was acting, "What are you up to?" he asked skeptically. "Nothing!" Duo rubbed behind his head, Heero knew he was doing something. "Right." Heero took the knife to chop the onions, "Fine, I'll chop the onions for you." "Thanks buddy." Duo ran out of the kitchen giggling.

Wufei sat in his room wondering why the American baka hadn't bothered him yet, something was up, Wufei basically wasn't leaving the room until he knew what was going on. Then he saw Duo running down the hall giggling, yeah, Wufei would rather stay safely in his room.

Heero started chopping the onions, until his eyes started burning, he went to the sink to cleanse them of whatever vile substance dare invaded he perfect soldier's eyes. The water, somehow, didn't help that much, at first it did, but after he started chopping the onions again his eyes hurt more. Heero knew a headache was about to start so he went to get an aspirin.

Quarte sat down near Sandrock, the gundam offering him the help he needed knowing that the American was in his kitchen. Heero, at the same time Quarte was pondering what condition his kitchen would be in, walked into the basement which stored the gundams. Quarte, at first ignored him, then Heero turned towards him, "Quarte," Heero asked him, "Where's the aspirin?" Quarte couldn't help it, the sight was too funny, seeing the ice cold Heero Yuy with tear trails down his face was way too much, he started laughing. "What's wrong with you?" Heero questioned him, wondering of he should call the nut house or flee. "N-," Quarte clutched his stomach and rolled on the walkway, "N- Nothing!!!" he laughed even more, thanking Duo for the wonderful sight, even if Heero would probably kill him for laughing when he found out later. Heero sighed and walked away deciding not to ask, he would most likely get better information on where the aspirin was from the Shenlong pilot anyways.

Wufei was sad, never in his life had he seen such a pitiful thing coming, here was the heartless fiend himself with tear trails. What was the world coming to? Wufei shook his head, "What do I not know?" Heero asked him. "Heero," Wufei answered, "You've been driven into one of Maxwell baka's stupid pranks. Heero nodded, he would have his revenge later.

Wufei crept through the dark hallway, he had no idea how Heero had convinced him into hunting for Duo but here he was. Supposedly his part of the mission was safe, he sighed, nothing involving Maxwell was safe. "Yuy owes me big time." Wufei mumbled under his breath as he set up the objects needed in the upcoming sceme.

Heero worked on Duo's gundam, the only way to get back at Duo would be to ruin his most prized possesion and ruin has reputation with the G-Boys. He sighed as he finished with his modifications, jumping down he noted how wonderful the pink, fluffly rabbits and Relena-holding peace signs looked on deathscythe, ah and the joy of seeing Dduo's face when he realized the opening hatch to Deathscythe was melted shut. Heero smiled, pricelss, for everything else there was an insane authoress.

Of course he knew they were up to something, but he had to work for Duo. Unfortunately last night's bet meant Quat couldn't go into the kitchen where all the heavenly tea was. He frowned when he realized all the work he was doing for five measley bags of tea, dang the addictive substance.

He was sleeping, of course he knew Heero was after him, what the heck do you think Quat was for?

"Duo!" Wufei banged on the American's door, he knew he might have regreted what he was doing later but that was later so whatever. "What?!" he heard the braided pilot's reply through the door. "Come here!," Wufei answered him, "I need your help!" Duo opened the door slowly, noting that Heero wasn't around he returned to acting normal and pushed the door out quickly, an assortment of pokey, clawy, and pinchy sea animals erupted from above him just as Wufei ran.

He stalked through the numerous corridors, hoping somehow that he would find Wufei, then a spark of inspiration hit his normally immobile brain, Wwufei was probably hiding in his gundam! Duo hit his head and headed for the hanger while trying to remember how to get into Nataku.

Wufei ran in quickly with popcorn and sat near Heero, "How long do you think it will take him to realize we're here?" Wufei asked. "Here he is." Heero replied as the metal doors of the gundam storage unit opened widely.

He stared and allowed his eyes to go wide, he expected harsh, he did not expect this. In front of Duo sat his wonderful, godly, powerful Deathscythe, decked out in pink rabbits, Rekena, and peace signs. Why in the world would the God of Death have peace signs. Duo sat in shock, then did what any normal person would do, cried and fell unconscious.

And so, to make this ending short, Heero and Wufei celebrated while Quarte cried as he realized Duo wouldn't be able to give him tea while he was unconscious.

Duo Maxwell was mad, okay, maybe he was furious but that doesn't matter. What mattered was getting revenge, and Duo knew just how. Right now he was putting a copy of his favorite tape into the VCR. He grinned, Hee-chan's gonna love this! He thought.

Quarte sighed, he knew he had done something stupid when he agreed to do what Duo said all week. First Duo banned Quat from the kitchen and the sweet substance known as tea, then Duo somehow convinced Quarte to steal Heero's laptop, And here I am he thought. Hey, he felt something furry, what's that? He growled, Stuck between Heero, cockroaches, and a rat. It can't get any worse.

Heero clenched his hands, he knew Quarte had to obey Duo all week, and he knew Quarte was addicted to tea, but he did not know Quarte was that desperate, geez, he was the only G-Boy that loved caffeine enough to steal Heero's laptop.

This was it, the prank to end all pranks. He pressed the play button on the VCR, Heero is going down, Duo thought.

Trowa walked into the G-Boys hideout expecting Duo being chased by Heero, or an amazingly messed up living room, or maybe Quarte on tea withdraw. What Trowa did not expect was exactly what he saw, Heero asleep on the living room couch and porn on. Let's hope this was one of Duo's pranks, Trowa thought to himself.

Duo happily surveyed his creation, a work of art, some would describe it. There, nailed into the arch or Quatre�s dining room, was a massage to all. The message proclaimed Duo devious plan, a message, saying, �Welcome to the 1st Annual G-Boys Thanksgiving Feast�.

The first thing Heero�s eyes zoomed in on as he was forcibly sat down at the table was the �annual� in Duo�s sign, something would have to be done before Duo could try this again. The annual, to Heero, was not only a sign of the cruelty of Americans, but of their stupidity in believing they could force him to chop onions every year� No way. And honestly, how could they stand this every year?! The shopping, the preparing, the chopping, the horrible chopping and its seemingly everlasting pain and tears! Crying over those stupid onions like a lunatic just to feed this group of ungrateful beasts! Why would someone waste all their time making this never ending buffet for the group they called their family?! Heero�s eyebrow twitched, then again, to be able to maintain his title of the perfect soldier he would have to defeat the onions� He would go along with Duo�s plans of this yearly thing, if only because it meant that he would be able to defeat this malevolent vegetable, the onions would pay.

Quatre sat at the table in tears, around him sat Heero, Wufei, Trowa, and Duo. Why would Duo do such a thing? His beautiful dinning room arch was now marred by the sign that would have been more artistic had it been painted by a literate 3 year old. Why was Duo so cruel, inconsiderate, so- so- Mmmm, delicious. Just where did this tea come from? It was magnificent!

�Duo, where did you get this tea?�

�Homemade, buddy, and the recipe�s a secret.�

Ha! It would no longer be secret; Quatre would have that recipe by day�s end, one way or another.

Wufei glared around the table at Duo�s smug grin, Quatre�s girlish plotting, Heero�s almost breakdowns, and Trowa, stupid, observant Trowa. Did no one notice this atrocity being thrust upon them?! Them! The saviors of the world, forced into stupid, American traditions by one pilot! Gods! The injustice! They could easily take down Duo, take him down and give him a taste of his own medicine... Yes, just wait until Chinese New Year, Duo Maxwell. Then we shall see who the conqueror is, Wufei thought, I shall have revenge.

Trowa observed everyone, particularly intrigued by how expressive Heero was with his emotions, although Wufei�s unbecoming shade of red was a close second for getting his attention, Duo had obviously played some trick he would regret later. Trowa contemplated life, he was usually lucky when it came to pranks, no one preyed upon the quiet ones. He felt sorry for Heero, Wufei, and Quatre, unfortunately for them, they were 1,000 times as interesting as he was, not to mention they were trouble magne-

Earlier, Duo served the four gundam pilots sitting at the Thanksgiving table, and then himself, he had manners, thank you very much! While they contemplated his plans for future Thanksgivings and his pre-dinner pranks he quietly thought to himself, after all, he still had one person to finish off. Over the years Duo had come to know Heero and Trowa as the emotionless soldiers of the team over time he had been able to teach Heero many new emotions, the majority of those being different levels of anger, Trowa, on the other hand, seemed to only have a continuing stream of patience and serenity. Duo had every intention of ridding Trowa of that calm today, today he would learn anger, then all other emotions would follow. As Duo began to sit down a chain reaction was begun, one that would change Trowa forever.

To say Trowa was shocked when I bucket on pink paint flipped over from above him would have been an exact description of how he was feeling, to say he planned revenge would have been the understatement. To say the other 3 pilots assisted him ecstatically in locking Duo out of Quatre�s mansion for a week and only allowing him in after they had redone his room in the preferred style for an expected female child would have underrated their joy.