AAARG!!! ::Buries her head in her hands:: WHAT WAS I THINKING!?!?! This fic is utterly pointless and demented. It was written on an impulse mostly to break from another slightly less pointless fic. I'm apologizing now - saves me some time later. Feedback is welcome, though I expect mostly flames.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the G-Wing characters, though I wish I did. I have no proof that the boys even WEAR boxers, but for the sake of this fic, let's say they do! ^_~.

WARNINGS: Uh, stupidness? (guess that's not really a warning, though.) Shounen ai, and lots of pointless humor!Now on with my pointless chatter!

"Where are my boxers?" Wufei was digging through his drawers for clothing when he noticed a certain essential article was missing. He growled.

"Doesn't anyone in this house ever do the wash?"

Still in his pajamas, he grabbed today's chosen outfit (minus the boxers of course!), and headed downstairs.

*******

Meanwhile, Trowa and Quatre were having the same problem.

"Trowa, have you seen my boxers?"

"I think you tossed them behind the dresser last night." The banged pilot smirked slightly. "You sure were in a hurry to get them off."

Quatre blushed as he peaked behind the said piece of furniture.

"They're not there." He sighed. Trowa just shrugged.

"Let's go downstairs and look for another pair. They couldn't have gotten far."

Quatre nodded, then leaned over to whisper seductively in Trowa's ear.

"Next time, let's go more slowly. I think YOU were the one who hit the lamp with your pants and broke it."

Trowa smiled slightly and the pair headed downstairs.

*******

Heero was picking through the vast pile of clothing under his and Duo's shared bed.

"Duo, how many times have I told you NOT to borrow my underwear?" he growled at the braided boy.

"You know you like it Hee-Chan, Duo purred, leaning off the bed to kiss Heero's forehead gently. "But I didn't take them this time." He flopped over on his side. "While you're down there though, can you get me a pair of MY boxers?" Heero frowned and continued his search.

"Yours aren't here either."

"What?!" Duo rolled over and promptly fell off the bed. Heero pushed the braided pilot off him and climbed to his feet.

"Let's go check the laundry. Maybe Quatre was on another of his cleaning sprees." Duo nodded and followed his lover from their room.

******

"They're not here!" Quatre's head was in the laundry room dryer. "I can't believe we don't have one pair of boxers in this whole house!" >{?Trowa remained silent, his bathrobe wrapped tightly around him. (Well, what else could he wear without his boxers on?! ^_~. ) Just then, Wufei marched angrily into the room, still clad in his pajamas.

"Doesn't anyone EVER do the wash?" He glared at the boys. "I don't have one pair of boxers clean OR dirty in my room!"

Trowa scratched his head thoughtfully. "We're having the same problem."

"Eh?" Quatre popped out from the dryer.

"We can't seem to find ONE pair of underwear between us."

Wufei scowled. "I'll bet that idiot Maxwell took them. This must be one of his sick jokes." Quatre nodded in agreement.

"Let's go find him so I can kill him."

The three marched from the laundry room intent on doing just that, when they caught sight of Duo Maxwell digging through the cushions of the living room couch. Quatre crossed his arms impatiently. "Duo, what are you doing?"

Duo's head popped up just long enough to give the trio one of his trademark goofy smiles.

"Well, Hee-Chan and I couldn't find our boxers this morning so we came to look down here." Quatre was puzzled now. "Why would they be down here?"

Duo blushed. Heero probably wouldn't approve of him telling the story. He still hadn't been able to get all of the whipped cream and chocolate sauce out of his clothes.

"Duo give me back my boxers now!" Wufei demanded angrily. "Then I'll show you some justice!" Duo shrank back from the seething Chinese boy.

"Whoa. Wu-Man, I told you. Heero and I don't have ours either."

"Hai." The boys turned to see Heero entering from the kitchen. Apparently his search had turned up nothing as well. Quatre was about to snap.

"Well, if Duo didn't take them, then who did?"

"A-HEM!" The five turned, startled, to the source of the interruption only to see - Relena, Hilde, Catherine, Dorothy, and Sally Po waving the boy's underwear triumphantly.

"Oh, we're sorry." Hilde said with a smirk.

"We just happened to find your boxers laying around," Dorothy added, eyeing Quatre hungrily. "Here - LET US HELP YOU PUT THEM ON!!!"

And with that, the lovesick girls chased the G-boys from the room and all over the house giggling like the maniacs they are.

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Ray-Chan: There! Done!
Duo: What the HELL was that?! Ray-Chan: (::sweatdrops::) Um, I don't know really.
Wufei: That onna stole my boxers! It's injustice I tell you! Injustice! Ray-Chan: Stop complaining or I'll write a sequel where they DO help you put your boxers on!(Boys stop talking, but continue to pout silently.)