Author's Notes: Don't you hate those short little bits

of fics that just float through your mind, but they

aren't long enough to stretch into a full-length fic?

Well, I decided just to write a few MORE of mine down,

and this is what I got. Pretty stupid, ne? Anyway,

enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Had you fooled,

though, didn't I?

SHORT #1: Heero's Revenge

"So Heero, buddy, whatcha doin'?" Duo said, bounding

into the dorm room as he returned from a mission.

"There musta been fifty Aries suits at that base! But

they couldn't stand against Shinigami, nosirrreeee! It

was almost hard! You shoulda seen this one trick I did

when there was two of 'em comin' at me - "

Heero's shoulders tensed as he typed on his laptop.

The braided baka rambled on, bandaging a cut on his

arm he'd received in the battle. Kami-sama! Did the

American even realize how annoying he was being? Heero

was incredibly sick of his babbling, though he didn't

let an outward sign of it. The constant chatter was

like having a mosquito buzzing in your ear. But

finally, after several days of putting up with the

incessant droning, Heero had devised a way to silence

his talkative partner.

Very slowly, Heero stretched his arms out at his sides

at shoulder height. Both elbows cracked, the right one

slightly before the left, with satisfying snapping

noises. He heard Duo pause, and smirked. This would be

child's play.

He brought his arms above his head and clasped his

hands together. He cracked ALL of his knuckles loudly,

and Duo broke off completely. Then he reached as high

as he could.

*POP*

The right shoulder...

*POP*

...and the left shoulder.

Duo managed a weak groan. "H-heero... you know how

much that sound grosses me out! It's like when you - "

here he paused to swallow, " - set your own broken

leg."

Heero merely got an evil glint in his eye as he leaned

slowly backwards in the chair, his arms stretching out

to his sides again.

*Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!*

He sighed slightly as his vertebrae lined up. Duo

flopped onto his bed with a whimper. Heero's evil

smirk increased. Now for the grand finale. He raised

his right hand to his chin. He pushed his head to the

left.

*CRACK-ack!* went his neck vertebrae as they aligned

themselves.

"Ughhh..." came Duo's voice before it faded off into

silence as the boy passed out.

Heero returned to his work, a smug, satisfied

expression playing across his face. Ahhh... Silence at

last!

SHORT #2: Anime Love Cliche Gone Wrong (Part Two)

Heero arrived back at the dorm he and Duo shared (SEE:

Over-used Plot Device No. 386) after successfully

completing yet another mission. His lover sprang

energetically from the bed and bounded into his arms

as he walked briskly to meet him.

"Didja miss me?" Duo purred with a large grin,

wrapping his arms around Heero's waist.

"Hn," Heero replied, returning the gesture by

entwining his own arms around Duo's neck.

For a second they stood frozen, staring into each

other's eyes. Then something floated down in between

their faces. Heero tried to focus on it, but found his

eyes crossing in the process.

"What the - " Duo began, but suddenly broke off as

whatever it was landed on his nose. It burst, sending

a spray of soapy water into the two boys' eyes. "Gah!"

They pulled apart, examining the room around them.

Somehow their dorm had gotten filled with

pink-and-blue bubbles. They watched a particularly

large one came to hover ominously above them. It

started to sink, but exploded before it even touched

them. Heero bore the brunt of it, getting soaked by

bubble fluid.

"Wahahahahaha!" Duo laughed as he took in the Japanese

boy's now-sodden bangs and tank-top. Heero opened

stinging eyes to glare at him. This only increased

Duo's mirth. "Wahahahahah! Heero! You look so funny-

ahahahahahahaha! Hahaha- aha - haha... huh?"

Duo stopped as an even larger bubble, one roughly the

size of a queen-sized bed, wobbled unstably across the

room. It popped, discharging even more soap suds and

water. The smaller bubbles formed by this began

expanding.

"They seem to be reproducing," Heero observed.

"Thanks for the news flash," Duo intoned dryly. "How

do we get rid of them?"

"Umm..."

"That's what I thought."

The air was now so thick with bubbles it was hard to

see anything more than two feet away. Duo decided he'd

better stick close to Heero, and so glomped onto the

unsuspecting pilot. Unfortunately, he was so

unsuspecting that they both fell onto the floor.

"Uff.." said Heero, unlucky enough to be on the bottom

(Not like that you hentais!) and get the wind knocked

from him.

"What are we gonna do?" Duo asked.

"Duo... get... off..." Heero gasped.

"Not likely with all these bubbles around- ...Wait,

you meant... Oh. Sorry, Hee-chan," Duo said, rolling

off of him.

"We should leave before things get worse," Heero said

when he'd gotten his breath back. He tried to stand,

but the floor was now so slick from bubble fluid that

he fell flat on his face. "... All right, that's not

going to work."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed," Duo replied as more

bubbles burst above them. "So what now?"

"Just follow me," Heero said, laying flat on his

belly. He used his arms to launch himself along the

slippery floor.

*THUD!*

Duo blinked. He hadn't thought spandex could move that

fast. He slid along in a similar fashion, though his

own cotton clothes were considerably slower. He glided

to a stop next to the door where Heero lay sprawled.

"Hey, Hee-chan. You all right?"

"Hnnnn..."

"I'll take that as a yes. Well, I doubt I could turn

the doorknob when everything is coated in this stuff,"

Duo said, squeezing his hair, which made a noise like

"squelch." "Sooo... I guess it's a good thing you're

head broke a big enough hole in the door for us to

crawl through. That's me, always the optimist. You

should try optimism the next time you want to

self-destruct, ne, Heero?"

"Shut up, baka."

SHORT #3: What REALLY Goes on at OZ Headquarters

Wufei fidgeted awkwardly in his "uniform". How Trowa

managed to wear this for so long, he didn't know. And

his ears hurt. But, looking around, he decided he got

one of the better disguises.

Quatre tugged at his costume, trying to make the red

cloth cover more.

"How could they ~wear~ these things?" he demanded

rather crossly. No one blamed him.

"~I~ want to know who's bright idea it was to even

come here," Duo growled from under all the makeup. He

shifted, making a jingling and creaking noise.

"Quit complaining and make sure your wires are

working. Do you even realize how many OZ officials are

here?" Heero responded, though he didn't look any

happier.

"But do you really think if we even ~do~ managed to

get proof that OZ people come to ~this~ sort of - er

- gathering that it'll make a difference in the eyes

of the public? I mean, people aren't as straight-laced

and close-minded as they were when this kind of

~stuff~ began," Wufei added.

"If they thought people would understand, they would

have come out with it in the first place," Trowa told

them. "They know that if this ever got out, they'd be

ruined."

A particularly loud and oddly-dressed group wondered

passed, momentarily stopping all conversation. The

five gundam pilots watched with ill-concealed shock at

their antics, then hastily averted their eyes.

"I see your point," Wufei admitted, and was about to

say more when someone stepped onto the stage at the

other end of the large room. The Chinese boy felt his

jaw drop open in shock.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Treize said calmly, smiling

happily in his odd clothing. "Welcome to the First

Annual OZ Star Trek Convention."

THE END

....or IS it?

It's their fault! ::points accusingly at muses::

Eros and Thalia: Suuure. Blame US for everything!

Psyche: What are you blaming ME for? I'm an angst

muse! I had nothing to do with this fic.

Details, details. Anywho, minna, C&C please. ^_^

Eros: ::sighs and holds up a sign that reads: "Send

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