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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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[windandwater.livejournal.com]

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."

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

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.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

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."