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[windandwater]

... I DECLARE A DRABBLEWAR.

The rules are simple:

This post is open for a DRABBLEWAR against any all comers! No holds barred... any fandom, any characters, any situations, any ratings, IF YOU CAN DRABBLE IT YOU CAN DO IT. I, myself, am somewhat limited in the fandoms I can successfully drabble (f-fail), but don't let that stop YOU. I'll do my best to answer everyone!

AND TO MAKE IT MORE FUN: If you see a particularly enticing drabble by someone else, feel free to reply back with a drabble of your own. THAT'S RIGHT. This is like a free-for-all cage match! Tagteam with someone, lonewolf it, whatever! The whole point of this is to have fun. Pr0n is, of course, highly encouraged but not necessary. Drabbles can be any length you so desire.

DRABBLE UNTIL SOMEONE GIVES UP OR CAN'T DRABBLE ANYMORE.

Oh, and in your first comment/drabble, feel free to list things/pairings/fandoms you prefer, or situations that you don't. This is for fun and not to traumatize (unless you like that sort of thing).

GO GO GO!


P.S. moffit, I am looking to declare my superiority over you once again. R-REMATCH!


EDIT...

Going to bed now, but this post is staying up all weekend. Drabble at your leisure and I'll be back when I get online again. ^^

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There was a coffeeshop near enough the school campus that it was considered the 'In' place for teenagers to hang out before and after school, and usually weekends, too. Duo and Quatre were lucky in that they had a 'usual' table in a prime location for people watching. Well, it was lucky that one of Quatre's sisters owned the coffeeshop... but still, a table was a table.

So when Duo and Quatre strolled into The Place, they were surprised to see 'their' table being occupied. By Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, no less.

"Hey! This is OUR table!" Duo exclaimed loudly, vigourously, and with much fingerpointing.

Heero just kicked his feet up onto the table, grungy yellow sneakers and all, and sipped his icy frappaccino. "Don't see your name on it."

Quatre grabbed Duo by the shoulders before the brunette did something stupid... like throw himself upon the object of his lust and desire in a primal display of wanton abandonment.

Quatre then decided to stop reading his sisters' romance novels and tugged Duo to the squashy couches instead.

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Lowering his cup, Heero’s eyes narrowed watching Quatre wrangle Duo to the couch emptying across the room. He dropped his feet back to the floor before turning to Trowa. “Do I smell like cheese?”

Trowa stopped brushing the dust left by Heero’s shoes for a bare second; his eyes flicked upward. “Do you want to smell like cheese?” One last swipe and the table was clear.

“No!” His straw mangled under the torture of his fingers. “That… Maxwell keeps saying that I do.” Heero’s head rose and he glared across the table. “I don’t even eat cheese.”

Fragments of Quatre’s voice was in sudden, enlightened recalled and might have come sooner if at the time that Quatre was explaining, he hadn’t been trying to find a hidden spot to leave a rose bite. “What do you care?” he asked instead.

“I don’t.” Heero was stabbing his straw into the slushy ice. “It’s just… I don’t like it.” But Trowa saw Heero shift in his chair so the couch against the opposite wall was in his line of sight.

“You do care,” he said, tossing down a couple of quarters. “You like him.” Trowa slid out of his seat, picked up his drink, and began to walk the same path taken minutes before.

“Traitor.”

And Trowa smiled a not so hidden grin.

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Heero stared daggers into Trowa's back as he watched his friend casually make his way through The Place only to be stopped by another classmate holding up a book. It still boggled Heero that someone like Trowa would actually volunteer to be a tutor, but he figured it wasn't like Trowa was running away to join the circus or something. The tinkling bells above the door made Heero look up, and his eyes narrowed once more.

It was a boy with sleek black hair pulled into a ponytail, and Heero normally would've dimissed him, except that the newcomer was wearing a uniform of all things. And the only school with a uniform was Sanque Prep. And Sanque Prep was their school's rival, and Heero's lost one of his debates to that very same boy.

What was his name again? Chang...? Chang something. Chang--

"WUFEI!"

Duo exploded off of the squashy sofa and nearly tackled the Chinese boy to the ground. Then, chanting "Wu Wu Wu!" over and over, he dragged Wufei through the crowd and shoved him down to sit next to Quatre.

"Well, at least I know I'm in the right place," Wufei commented dryly, shrugging out of his jacket.

Heero's glare intensified as he watched the trio on the sofa, unable to make out their conversation over the normal teenage chatter all around.

"I bet he doesn't smell like cheese."

Heero nearly jumped, then scowled at Trowa, chugging back the last of his frap.

"Don't make me punch you, Barton."

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Duo and Wufei were sharing a smoothie. It made Heero sick in the stomach. All those germs... He shuddered.

Beside him, Trowa didn't even to attempt to hide a grin.

"You do realise..." Trowa started, nodding towards Duo.

Heero jerked from his stalkerish pose. "What?" His gaze shot back to Duo and Wufei. "Are they? Are they together?" Heero slumped down.

Trowa rolled his eyes and sighed.

***

"Quatre you are an asshole," Duo stated.

"I have to agree," Wufei muttered.

"I can't help that you too are broke," Quatre murmured and sipped at his mango frappe with a small smile.

Duo sniffed. "Hey! You're drinking too much!"

"I paid for 55% I get more than you, Duo!" Wufei rubutted.

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Duo and Wufei continued to hang all over each other, and it was making Heero sick to his stomach. Those loving looks, those gentle touches... barf. Didn't they know they were in public? Didn't they have any common decency?! And they Wufei would run his fingers over the end of Duo's braid...

Heero wanted to hurl.

Yeah, that was it.

***

"You jerk, stop yanking on my braid!"

"I would if you stopped throwing your elbow into my side."

"QUATRE MAKE HIM STOP TOUCHING ME."

"You touched me first!"

"STAY ON YOUR SIDE."