of gundams, piccolos and beer.

Chapter one: Piccolo

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! What the hell was that? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! There it is again!!! Quatre ran (or floated) down the hall of his families’ industrial colony. There! In that room-Trowa’s room. “Why the hell doesn’t this goddamn thing work? I only bought it yesterday.” A little black and silver thing bounced off the hall’s wall only to float back into the room. “What the hell?!!! I’ve got to get Quatre to install a gravity complex. Every time I get something, it floats away! When I throw something, it comes back!” Quatre poked his head around the door. “Trowa! Um, are you okay? I’ve never seen you get mad before.” “Am I okay? Am I okay!!! First Catherine steals the Heavy-arms to go for a ride, goes through two airlocks and crashes into Relena’s shuttle. I got two calls today. One from Relena, who says she’s going to have my gundam turned to scrap metal, and one from the salvage team, saying my gundam’s been totaled and should be used as scrap metal for my next gundam. Then my new $2500 piccolo loses a spring to zero gravity and a strong current from an air vent.” So that’s what that screeching was. “Hey, what’s all yelling about? Woah!!! Trowa! You looked pissed. What’s up?” Nobody noticed that Duo slipped in. Trowa was about to go nuts. Quatre, sensing what was going to happen, tried to clamp a hand over Trowa’s mouth while saying, “ You don’t want to know” and mouthed, “I’ll tell you later.” Trowa, on the other hand, tried to jump, kick at Duo, and spin away like when he’s being shot at, only to bump against the ceiling, cursing. Duo started to laugh when Quatre shot him a look. “Look, why don’t we just go to the bar. I know we’re too young to drink, but what the hell, you own the place anyway.” “Duo!”, Quatre shouted. “Pleeeeeeeeeze!!!”, he wined. “Allright, just stop whining. You sound almost as bad as Trowa’s new piccolo.” Duo said. “What?!!!” Trowa yelled. “Oh shit.” Duo said under his breath. “N-n-nothing, Trowa!!!”

They all walked to the bar, with Trowa muttering darkly to himself at the rear. As they entered the bar, a strange sight met their eyes. Zechs and Heero were sitting at a table, laughing. Zechs looked up and smiled, “When he’s drunk, he’s not trying to kill me or Relena and he can’t remember how to self destruct. Besides, it’s the only way to make him laugh. Right, Heero?” “Mission accepted”, he said, and fell off the chair so he lay laughing on the floor. Duo looked horrified. “I haven’t seen him laugh that hard since he put an unlabeled eject devise in Wufei’s Nataku.” Trowa walked up and killed Heero’s beer. “You disgust me”, he said. “I should step on you with the Wing Zero.” Heero got up on his knees and drooled on Trowa’s leg. Without a word, Trowa kicked him and grabbed another beer as he walked out the door. “I won’t say a thing.” Duo said. “Quatre, where are the video- oh shit, where’s Heero?” A huge crash answered his question. They all looked out the window just in time to see the Wing Zero careen drunkenly into Trowa’s modular apartment. A tiny piccolo bounced off the window. “Trowa’s not gonna be too happy,” Duo whined. The door hissed and they all turned as Trowa entered the bar for another beer. He walked up to the counter muttering as he got another beer. Sensing something wrong, he started for the window as Zechs stopped him, saying, “You want to drink that first, trust me, you really do.”