windandwater | Must... stop... plotbunnies... (Reply)

Trowa and Heero nodded at each other, secure in their analyzation of the data and the conclusions they had drawn. Wufei sighed as he watched the two silent boys and pulled the glasses from his face, setting his book aside. He was getting rather fed up with their pontificating, especially about two of their comrades.

"How you two *ever* considered," he ground out slowly, "that perhaps Maxwell and Winner are *friends* who enjoy each other's *company* and that's why they're around each other all the time? Two boys *can* be friends *without* the relationship being neccessarily sexual."

The Japanese and Latin pilots both blinked at the Chinese pilot's assessment, and Wufei could have sworn he heard the wheels turning in their heads. Then from the backyard came a loud SPLASH and maniacal cackling.

"DUO!!!" Quatre hollered, accompanied by the sounds of more splashing as the Arabian hauled himself out of the pool he had apparently been pushed into. "I'm gonna get you for that!"

Duo gave a yelp and started running. He passed by the screendoor that the other three pilots were staring out of, trying to figure out what was happening. Duo's swimsuit clad form passed the door in a blur of black and chestnut; however, before he could make it into the door, Quatre appeared, dripping wet with a sopping towel around his hips. Duo backed away slowly, hands up in the air.

"Now, Quatre... Quatre... don't do anything rash, man..."

"Rash?" the soaked blond asked. "Rash, like... this?!" With a speed that had all the boys blinking, Quatre whipped off his towel (mercifully he was wearing swim trunks, too), twirled and snapped the end of it against Duo's backside. The American jump a foot into the air and came back down with his hands covering his ass.

"OW! Dammit, Quatre!" Duo pulled the towel that had been hanging on his shoulder and snapped it at the Arabian in retaliation. The battle was fast and fierce.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snapsnapsnapsnapsnap. SNAP!

"OOOOOWWWWW!!! QUATRE!!!"

Duo, taking any advantage he could, bolted. Quatre followed, whipping his towel over his head like a madman. As they passed out of sight and back to the pool area, the three remaining pilots blinked at each other.

"You're ass is mine, Maxwell!"

"In your dreams, Winner!"

Snap. SNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAPSNAP. *SNAP* THWAP!

"Quuuuuaaaaaaatttrrrrreeeeeee!!! Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!!!"

"DUO! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

SPLASH! SPALSH!

Heero arched an eyebrow at Wufei and crossed his arms. "Well?"

Wufei huffed and picked up his book again. "I have been known to be wrong on certain occassions."