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windandwaterThere were worse things than being woken up by a scream and realizing that you had participated in a drunken orgy that you didn't remember. While, admittedly few, there *were* worse ways to wake up. Unfortunately, being woken up by a scream and realizing that you had participated in a drunken orgy that you didn't remember with Lina Inverse was one of those worse things.
Trowa Barton sighed, flipped out of the path of a magical barrage of ice and decided from his train of thought that he really *did* start to babble when he was drunk. Quatre and Duo had told him numerous times.
"DAMN YOU! STAND STILL AND LET ME BEAT YOU UP!!!" Lina screeched, releasing a volley of fire arrows.
"Don't think so," Trowa muttered, grabbed Xelloss and threw him in the path of the magical fire. The Trickster Priest was promptly charred and Trowa just sidestepped the Mazoku's smoking body.
"YOU STOLE MY INNOCENCE! I THOUGHT THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN *LIKE* GIRLS LIKE THAT!!!"
Trowa winced and made a mental note to make sure that he wasn't bleeding from the ears. He dodged around another group of Muses, Lina still hot on his trail, obliterating everything in her path. While he could avoid Lina's fury for the better part of the day, he would really rather spend his time nursing his hangover with his boyfriends.
"Maybe that's why he slept with you. You're flat-chested enough for it not to be noticable," Zelgadis sniped from where he was holding his head and a mug of coffee.
Lina howled and released a Dug Haut on the Chimera. Then she flushed red and cowered down, covering herself with her hands. "WHY THE HELL CAN'T ANY OF US FIND OUT CLOTHES?!? YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS YOU FUNNY-HAIRED JERK!!!"
Thankful that Lina had given up her chase, Trowa's eyes immediately searched out for his errant boyfriends. Duo, Wufei and Quatre were roughly in the middle of the room, looking poleaxed as Relena approached them. The sight would have been something out of one of his wet dreams if the situation had been different. Duo was standing with his hands on his slim hips, gloriously naked and his unbound chestnut hair swinging behind him with every movement. From his raised voice, he was bitching out Relena over what had occured in the night. Wufei was standing protectively behind Duo's right shoulder, very naked as well. He was glaring at Relena with disgust in his eyes, but the bronzed hand he had on the violet-eyed boy's shoulder proved that he was hoping to restrain Duo from bloodshed. Quatre stood between the angrily yelling Relena and Duo, trying to mediate. He was in over his head though, as the blonde and the brunette merely raised their voices over Quatre's.
Then Relena shoved Quatre out of her way, hands outstretched to throttle Duo. Trowa was there in a flash, retraining the Vice Foreign Minister's arms. Relena was like spitfire though, struggling against him and yelling out things about people's ancestry and sexual habits. Duo was being restrained by Wufei in much the similar manner, and he was spitting out things in numerous languages that made Trowa -- despite his past in mercenary corps -- blush. Trowa was just glad that Lina had bitched him out... the redhead's screeches had nearly deafened him and Trowa didn't think he could stand to listen to any of Relena's vitriol. He also made sure to keep her at arm's length. Relena had a vicious left hook.
The sudden stop of Duo's voice was unexpected. Trowa followed Duo's shocked violet eyes behind his own shoulder and dropped Relena's arms out of pure surprise. Heero was stalking towards the group with a decidedly *wicked* expression in his steely Prussian eyes. Trowa couldn't help but gasp and back away slowly util he could feel Quatre and Wufei pressed against him.
"Shit!" Duo exclaimed for all of them. "Heero's gone uberslut! We're all gonna die!"
"Heero... Heero... calm down..." Quatre said in a placating voice, hands raised in a gesture of soothing. But the Arabian's voice wavered and Trowa didn't blame him. He loved Heero. He did. He just didn't want to spend the next week being pounded into a mattress. And from the murderous look in Heero's eyes, a week was the bare *minimum*. Trowa's mind spun and he relied on the alcohol still coursing through his viens to give him voice.
"I think..." he started shakily, his emerald eyes never leaving Heero's approaching figure. "... that a strategic retreat may be in order."
"You mean we should just run?" Wufei asked, his coal-black eyes darting nervously to Trowa's for a split second before focusing on Heero again.
"Like bats out of Hell," Trowa responded.
"Sounds good to me!" Duo exclaimed.
The four fearless Gundam pilots bolted from the Main Commons as fast as they could, shoving other Muses out of their way.
It was lucky, too.
Because that was when the fight *really* started.
And the last things the four boys heard was Heero's eerily calm voice ask: "So... which ones of you touched what was mine?"
The Main Commons exploded into chaos.
Trowa Barton sighed, flipped out of the path of a magical barrage of ice and decided from his train of thought that he really *did* start to babble when he was drunk. Quatre and Duo had told him numerous times.
"DAMN YOU! STAND STILL AND LET ME BEAT YOU UP!!!" Lina screeched, releasing a volley of fire arrows.
"Don't think so," Trowa muttered, grabbed Xelloss and threw him in the path of the magical fire. The Trickster Priest was promptly charred and Trowa just sidestepped the Mazoku's smoking body.
"YOU STOLE MY INNOCENCE! I THOUGHT THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN *LIKE* GIRLS LIKE THAT!!!"
Trowa winced and made a mental note to make sure that he wasn't bleeding from the ears. He dodged around another group of Muses, Lina still hot on his trail, obliterating everything in her path. While he could avoid Lina's fury for the better part of the day, he would really rather spend his time nursing his hangover with his boyfriends.
"Maybe that's why he slept with you. You're flat-chested enough for it not to be noticable," Zelgadis sniped from where he was holding his head and a mug of coffee.
Lina howled and released a Dug Haut on the Chimera. Then she flushed red and cowered down, covering herself with her hands. "WHY THE HELL CAN'T ANY OF US FIND OUT CLOTHES?!? YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS YOU FUNNY-HAIRED JERK!!!"
Thankful that Lina had given up her chase, Trowa's eyes immediately searched out for his errant boyfriends. Duo, Wufei and Quatre were roughly in the middle of the room, looking poleaxed as Relena approached them. The sight would have been something out of one of his wet dreams if the situation had been different. Duo was standing with his hands on his slim hips, gloriously naked and his unbound chestnut hair swinging behind him with every movement. From his raised voice, he was bitching out Relena over what had occured in the night. Wufei was standing protectively behind Duo's right shoulder, very naked as well. He was glaring at Relena with disgust in his eyes, but the bronzed hand he had on the violet-eyed boy's shoulder proved that he was hoping to restrain Duo from bloodshed. Quatre stood between the angrily yelling Relena and Duo, trying to mediate. He was in over his head though, as the blonde and the brunette merely raised their voices over Quatre's.
Then Relena shoved Quatre out of her way, hands outstretched to throttle Duo. Trowa was there in a flash, retraining the Vice Foreign Minister's arms. Relena was like spitfire though, struggling against him and yelling out things about people's ancestry and sexual habits. Duo was being restrained by Wufei in much the similar manner, and he was spitting out things in numerous languages that made Trowa -- despite his past in mercenary corps -- blush. Trowa was just glad that Lina had bitched him out... the redhead's screeches had nearly deafened him and Trowa didn't think he could stand to listen to any of Relena's vitriol. He also made sure to keep her at arm's length. Relena had a vicious left hook.
The sudden stop of Duo's voice was unexpected. Trowa followed Duo's shocked violet eyes behind his own shoulder and dropped Relena's arms out of pure surprise. Heero was stalking towards the group with a decidedly *wicked* expression in his steely Prussian eyes. Trowa couldn't help but gasp and back away slowly util he could feel Quatre and Wufei pressed against him.
"Shit!" Duo exclaimed for all of them. "Heero's gone uberslut! We're all gonna die!"
"Heero... Heero... calm down..." Quatre said in a placating voice, hands raised in a gesture of soothing. But the Arabian's voice wavered and Trowa didn't blame him. He loved Heero. He did. He just didn't want to spend the next week being pounded into a mattress. And from the murderous look in Heero's eyes, a week was the bare *minimum*. Trowa's mind spun and he relied on the alcohol still coursing through his viens to give him voice.
"I think..." he started shakily, his emerald eyes never leaving Heero's approaching figure. "... that a strategic retreat may be in order."
"You mean we should just run?" Wufei asked, his coal-black eyes darting nervously to Trowa's for a split second before focusing on Heero again.
"Like bats out of Hell," Trowa responded.
"Sounds good to me!" Duo exclaimed.
The four fearless Gundam pilots bolted from the Main Commons as fast as they could, shoving other Muses out of their way.
It was lucky, too.
Because that was when the fight *really* started.
And the last things the four boys heard was Heero's eerily calm voice ask: "So... which ones of you touched what was mine?"
The Main Commons exploded into chaos.