Usagi and company woefully emerged from their mini-theater after just
finishing observing a particular stinker of a film entitled Next Generation 2.
Blinking her bloodshot eyes, Ami sighed and asked, "who's for a good, strong
tequila at the bar?" Suddenly the entire crew livened up and donned their party
hats. The tortured inhabitants of the Satellite of Lethargy were en route to
Steve's domain of drunkenness when they just happened to pass by a group of
unfamiliar fellows in the hallway. Usagi, tripping over herself as usual,
spun about and did a double-take.
"Oh wow! Cute guys! Cuuuute!" She drooled until her feet were submerged in a
pool of saliva.
The five mysterious fellows stared at Usagi with somewhat ambivalent expressions.
One waved cheerily and noted that 'she looked like a little bunny rabbit.'
So the party people stood and stared while the five other people sat and stared.
Finally, breaking the cross-ambivalence between 'em, the waving guy stood and
pointed to his comrades, one by one. "That's Wufei.." He angled his index finger
toward the one in the white Mao suit with the huge forehead. "There are Quatre,
Trowa..." The blonde in the pink shirt and the tall, psychotic one with the unibang
big as Texas nodded their hellos. ".. and Heero.." He smirked as the intense prussian
blue eyes of Heero seeked out his own violet ones and nearly burned a hole through
him simply for mentioning his name. "As for me--"
"They're soooo cuuuuuute!" giggled Minako and Usagi in unison.
"Shut uuuuppp!" replied Rei, bashing their heads together with her bare fists.
The one singled out as Wufei rolled his eyes and remarked, "stupid onna.."
to which Rei trounced over and bashed his head against the wall, too.
The spokesman for the five laughed gayly and finished, "my name is Duo. We'll be your
comrades-in-review for a while, I guess."
"Um. How the heck did you get here?" queried Mamoru, scratching his head uncomfortably
as Heero gave him a quite volatile Death Glare.
The little blonde fellow, Quatre, groaned. "We were just tending to our own business,
when suddenly, this goofy woman in a white lab coat and big shiny glasses abducted us.
So.. here we are."
The others all remarked, "ah." Blank staring and exchanges of Death Glares ensued for a
few more seconds.
"WELL, we've got to get going, so we'll hand the theater over to you," said Makoto
flippantly with a motion of her hand, "and have fun. Oh, by the way... have you ever
done this kind of thing before?"
As if to answer her question directly, all five replied, "what kind of thing?"
"Heh heh." Makoto and the others skipped away merrily, leaving the former Gundam pilots
scratching their heads in confusion.
Warily Duo entered the darkened theater, and after deliberating a moment, sat himself down
in the back row smack in the middle.
Quatre et all followed suit, seating themselves in various places throughout the theater.
"Uh, guys.. not to be a bother about this, but shouldn't we all sit together? You know..
togetherness?" queried the braided one.
"I work by myself," retorted Trowa, munching on some popcorn.
Duo twitched. "Man, you're sitting down there with Quatre while the rest of us are up here.
Don't think I'm too stupid to figure _that_ out."
Trowa and Quatre blinked and realized that the jig was up.
So all situated themselves, Wufei on the far left, then Trowa and Quatre, Duo, and finally,
sitting one seat away from Duo, the lone Heero.
"Heero, come on. Sit with us," Duo pleaded, glutton for punishment that he was.
"No. Never."
"If you sit here you can kill me after we're done," Duo offered slyly, knowing full well
Heero couldn't resist such an offer.
"Ahem. That's -stop me after we're done-, not -kill me-," corrected Trowa. "Daytime
television, you know."
"Screw television, I just don't like having a seat between myself and Heero," grumped Duo,
crunching on some Gobstoppers and settling comfortably into the chair.
Heero mulled this thought over for a while, then, just as the aisle lights dimmed, placed
himself next to Duo in one fluid movement.
"Hurray!" Duo grinned merrily.
"Don't get _too_ happy, I'm going to ki--"
"Stop," reminded Trowa.
"-- stop you after the show's done," stated Heero in that wonderous monotone.
"Small price to pay," smirked Duo.
They look like a lot of fun, don't they? ^^;
