Behold, the Power of Cheese
by Rose Thorne
Behold, The Power of Cheese
By Rose Thorne
Warning: Totally insane - Has NO point whatsoever!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sunrise, and other large corporations
and companies that I, sadly, have no affiliation with...yet.
Duo walked up the street, humming to himself. Well, he wasn't really walking; he
was kinda bouncing. But it was fun making all the passers-by look scared. He did
this all the tiem, waiting until the men with the strait jackets came so he
could have fun running away.
As he walked down the street, Duo saw a new shop. He smiled mischieviously. Goody.
More toys... When he looked through the window, he suddenly felt compelled
to run at the window and slam into it. He stared through the window, his face
mashed against the glass, making him look somewhat deformed. Can't...resist...
And there the braided pilot stayed, waiting for some brave soul came to rescue
him.
Wufei happened to walk down the same street, as he was the one who always called
the men with the strait jackets when Duo got out of control. Where has
Maxwell gone this time?! He saw a black figure attached to a store window
and groaned, stepping forward to see if it was time to call Dr. Robinson's[1]
Funny Farm yet. "Maxwell, what are you doing?"
The American's voice came back cheery, if a bit muffled. "Just look in the
window and you'll see." You see, Duo knew who always called Dr. Robinson's,
and, while it was lots of fun to evade capture, it wasn't very fun the
few times he'd actually gotten caught. Records were a hassle to destroy. It was
time for the braided pilot to have his revenge. Wufei looked at the window and
suddenly had the inexplicable and irresistible urge to play kamikaze bird. His
face quickly became attached to the window as well. "See, told ya, Wu man.
You saw, didn't you?"
"Maxwell! I'll have JUSTICE!!!" The Chinese boy began to brawl
with Duo...or tried to. There wasn't really much of a way to with his face stuck
to the window.
"Nooooo! Anything but justice! Spare me!" Duo cackled
insanely, leaving Wufei to wonder why he hadn't just called Dr. Robinson's and
gotten it over with. The pilot of Shenlong sighed and waited, hoping someone
came to save him from the insane braided American soon. Especially when Duo
began to tell very involved knock-knock jokes involving various body parts, for
some reason pretending that he was talking to Relena and playing her part as
well.
Quatre walked down the street with a sigh, wondering what to get Trowa for their
anniversary. One year of going steady. He blinked as he saw what appeared to be
Duo and Wufei standing rather close to a store window. He walked over.
"Um...Is there any reason that your faces are stuck to the window?"
Wufei groaned. "Whatever you do, don't look through the" -Quatre's
face slammed into the window- "window..." He sighed. "Now we're
all stuck here." Though Wufei had to admit, having Quatre in between him
and Duo was a good idea. Then Duo couldn't annoy him too much...
"Hey, Quatre..." "What, Duo?" "Knock-knock..."
Wufei groaned. It was going to be a long day. He waited, hoping that
someone would come along to save them, someone who would have the sense not to
look through the window.
Trowa sighed, wondering where Quatre had gone. He had already found the perfect
gift for his lover. They had parted over an hour ago, and the blonde Arabian was
late. Trowa sighed, pushing his bangs from his face, and went to look for the
blue-eyed pilot. He blinked as he saw what looked like Wufei, Quatre, and Duo
lined up in front of a store with their faces pressed to the window. It struck
him as something Duo would do, but not Quatre, and definitely not Wufei.
He walked to them. "What are you doing?"
Duo's muffled voice answered him lightly. "Telling knock-knock jokes."
Trowa sighed. Sometimes you had to be very specific with Duo. Especially
when he was hyped up on Jell-o, which he was. The braided boy and Heero had kept
all of them up until wee hours of the morning with their strange Jell-o fettish.
Honestly, why couldn't they go with something normal like leather?
"I mean, why are your faces stuck to the window."
"Dunno," Duo chirped. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
It was at that point that Trowa glanced through the window. His face pressed
against the smooth glass, he could only hope for the strenghth not to kill Duo
as the American said. "Ne, Trowa, knock-knock?"
Heero sighed, tucking the new laptop under his arm. He'd had to replace the one
that had been ruined the night before in the Jell-o session. But he'd learned a
valuable lesson: Don't leave the laptop in the room when Duo's on a Jell-o hype.
The braided pilot tended to get a tad enthusiastic, which led to a large amount
of Jell-o scattered randomly about the room.
He stood at the designated meeting place, wondering where the hell Duo had
gotten to and wondering if Wufei had been forced to call Dr. Robinson's again.
Finally, he sighed and walked around looking for the braided pilot. He nearly
did a double take as he turned a corner. There stood Wufei, Quatre, Duo, and
Trowa, their faces pressed against the window of a store. Heero stalked over to
them. "Why are your faces pressed against the window?"
Trowa sighed. "Just get us off of here. And don't look in the window."
Heero yanked them from the window one-by-one, pulling Duo by his braid, then
peered through the window. "What's the big deal? It's just cheese."
The others stared at him in shock. Wufei was the first to speak. "Just
cheese?! How dare you! INJUSTICE!!!" The four pilots jumped the
unsuspecting Japanese boy.
And the girl in the window of Bara-chan's Cheese Emporium chuckled, amusement
written all over her face, as she sent someone out to clean the window.
"Behold, the power of cheese."
[1] Dr. Robinson is from Jay's fic, Paging Dr. Freud, which is a great
read.
Once again, this came to me when I was running on WAY too little sleep. Dumb
idea based off those really weird commericals. I'm lactose intolerant and I
can't even EAT cheese...So that's how I'm explaining Heero's immunity.
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