Title: Chibi Syndrome
Author>: Atarashii (kitsune_atarashii@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG; Fluff {kind of...} and Humor
Pairing: 1+2, 3+4
Disclaimer: Gundamwing Characters aren't mine. The plotline is. Please don't sue.
Warning: ...
Rambling: I've read so many chibi fics lately that I had an urge to write one of my own. Two of the Gundam Boys get 'chibified'. Which ones? Read to find out. ^_^ (Oh...all grammatical and spelling errors are my fault. although I tried to go over this part. I need a Beta-er for this fic -_-;;)
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Chibi Syndrome (Part One)
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*BRIIIIING*
With a muffled groan, a hand snaked from underneath the covers and fumbled along the bedside dresser in an attempt to silence the alarm clock.
*BRIIIIING*
Snarling, the person threw the covers off himself and his companion, grabbing the offending mechanical piece and throwing it across the room. He listened to the *thud* with a satisfied smile, starting to lean back towards the bed when something stopped him. Wide, violet eyes widened even further at the sight of his hand. Taking a deep breath, the owner tried to calm himself, slowly easing off the bed and landing with a small *thump* on his rear.
Walking purposefully over to the mirror above the dresser, he frowned as he barely reached the top of the furniture, thus making it so that he could not see his reflection. Yet he didn't need to, for his lack of height confirmed his suspicion. Grabbing his chestnut braid with small, chubby fingers, he did the only thing he could think of to do in this situation.
Taking a deep breath, Duo Maxwell screamed.
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Peaceful dreams were shattered when a piercing, childlike sounding scream rang through the air. With a soft murmur, Quatre snuggled closer to his lover, then stopped when the scream didn't die out. Raising his head and rubbing at his eyes with his knuckles, he shook his head. Azure eyes blinked once, glancing around him, gaze resting on Trowa. Funny, but if he didn't know better, Trowa seemed even bigger than before.
Pushing the thought to the recesses of his mind, Quatre climbed out of the bed he shared with the ex-Heavyarms pilot...
And landed on the ground with a small 'oof'. He glanced up at the bed, wondering why the bed seemed bigger than usual as well. Blonde hair falling over his eyes, he brushed them aside, getting a good look at his hand.
He stared.
And he stared.
And he stared.
Then, bottom lip trembling slightly, Quatre ran over to the door of the bedroom, jumping up to turn the doorknob. Landing back on the ground, he padded down the hallway, briefly wondering just how everyone else could sleep through Duo's scream. Pushing the slightly ajar door of the other couple, Quatre walked towards a softly sniffling Duo.
"Duo?" the Arabian asked softly, placing a light hand on his best friend's shoulder. With another sob, the other glanced up, sorrowfully noting Quatre's state as well.
"What 'appened, Cat?" he whimpered, struggling to calm down. Silently, tears rolled down Quatre's cheeks as well as he tugged on Duo's pajama sleeve.
"Let's go downstairs, Duo? We wouldn't want to wake Torowa or Hiro or Wufei."[1]
The American miserably nodded his agreement, standing up and following the other out the door and downstairs. They plopped down on the floor in the sitting room, both silent as they struggled to come to terms with what happened to them. "Hiro was fine," Duo finally whispered, worrying his braid with his hands.
"Torowa was too," Quatre added. Dejected, the two 'evens'[2] of the ex-Gundam Pilots stared blankly at the floor. Wide blue eyes wavered and Quatre sniffled, as did Duo.
Without another word, the two started crying once more.
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Trowa's emerald eyes slowly opened, and he stared at the empty side of the bed. With a yawn, he got up, heading to the bathroom. Starting the shower, Trowa slowly undressed, letting the articles of clothing fall onto the floor. Running a hand through his messed up hair and bangs, Trowa yawned once more before stepping into the warm water.
Throwing his head back and thoroughly lathering his skin with soap, Trowa cleaned every inch of his body, before grabbing the shampoo andd washing his hair. When he was done, he turned the water off and stepped out, drying his hair and body. As he finished with rearranging his bangs to their normal state, Trowa briefly mused over what could've gotten his lover up sp early.
Shrugging that thought off and changing into his usual jeans and turtleneck, Trowa headed downstairs, stopping at the foot when he vaguely head sobbing. Cautiously heading towards the sound, gun drawn just in case, he stepped into the sitting room, the weapon falling to the ground in his shock and eyes widening. "Q-Quatre?!" he asked, eyeing the blonde incredously.
"Yes, Torowa," Quatre replied in a mere whisper, gazing at the ground.
"...Just *how* come y-you're CHIBI?!"
His lover looked up at him, sapphire eyes filled with innocence. Fingering the dark blue material of his pajamas, Quatre muttered, "I don't know, Torowa."
Falling onto the ground, knees sinking into the lush carpet, Trowa examined the other critically. A smile appeared unconsciously, as he reached over to finger the silken bangs.
"Torowa?"
"You're even cuter now, if it's possible, Cat." Trowa murmured gently, and a light blush crept onto the blonde's cheeks. Duo watched the tender scene in front of him quietly, while inwardly he flinched. Imagining Heero's reaction to his cuurent predicament, his shoulders slumped. Turning away from Trowa, Quatre looked at Duo worriedly, noting and slightly sensing the other's distress.
"Duo? Is everything alright...?" Quatre flushed, "Besides being stuck in this...er...condition." A small smile graced the Winner heir's face as he gestured at himself.
The American blinked, nodding slowly, "Yeah, as well as one can be..."
A spark of understanding caused Quatre to frown as he asked slowly, "Are you worrying about Hiro?"
Duo nodded again, amethyst eyes downcast, "It's just that I annoy Hiro enough as it is when I'm in my 'normal' state. But now he probably won't want anything that has to do with me at all."[3]
"Dom't worry, Duo," a voice said from the doorway. Startled, Duo looked up, paling when he met the cobalt gaze of his lover. Casually Heero entered, kneeling next to his now much-smaller partner, fondly running his hands through Duo's hair. "Just because you're in a slight bind like this, I'm not going to desert you. Nor do I love you any less."
"R-Really?"
"Yes."
As Heero talked with Duo, Trowa picked Quatre up, tightening his hold around the other a bit. "We should figure out just how...and why Quatre and Duo are like this," he said after a momentary pause. Heero nodded curtly, picking his chibified Duo up as well. Both ex-pilots smiling happily, Duo and Qustre snuggled into the warmth of their respective lovers.
At that moment, Wufei walked in, blinking at the display before him. Then he smiled slyly, smirking. "Whatever happened to those two, I really don't care. But thank the person who's responsible!"
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"..."
"Surely you don't believe that you can actually have sex with your lovers like *that*?!"
At Wufei's blunt question, Trowa and Heero dropped their precious burdens simultanously in shock. The two aforementioned 'burdens' landed on the ground with ungraceful thuds.
Blue and violet eyes glared up at the two young men, yet in their current position, they ended up looking cuter than angry. Trowa looked at Heero and the two swallowed with difficulty, then turned identical expressions back on Wufei.
The Chinese youth looked smug as he stated broadly, "Looks like it's going to silent at night for awhile."
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[1] Torowa: Trowa and Hiro: Heero. ^_^
[2] Since Duo and Quatre are 02 and 04, I've nicknamed them the 'evens'. ^_~
[3] I'm not making Heero out as a bad guy. Just sort of 'showing' how Duo might feel with Heero's attitude towards him at times.
That was fun to write. *grins* Quatre and Duo make cute chibis. ^__________^ All feedback can be sent to kitsune_atarashii@hotmail.com *or* inarisama@yahoo.com. Hopefully next installment will be written in due time.