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"Aie, Heero-chan, read me a bedtime story!" Duo grabbed the jammy
sleeve of the Wing Zero pilot.
"No. Go away. Omae o korosu." Heero pushed aside the overly
childesh Duo. Duo whimpered and snuggled under his covers.
"Heero, if you don't, I might not get enough sleep and die-"
"All right, baka! All right. I'll tell you a story." Heero
grumbled and sat down on the bed, next to Duo, who was giggling out of control.
"Once upon a time-"
"That's boring, Heero." Duo stuck out his lower lip. Heero
snarled.
"Ok, once there was a...uh...princess..."
"No."
"Umm...and angel..."
"NO."
"Er, a...god..."
"Go on."
"Of...death?"
"Good!" Duo snuggled his blankie.
"And he...um...lived happilly ever after."
"That was a nice story." Duo hugged his pillow, yawned, and was
asleep. "Baka." He got up and shut the door to Duo's room. He walked
down the halway, but didn't get very far. Another sleepy voice called
to him. "Heero?"
Heero snarled *loudly*, and poked his head into Quatre's room.
"WHAT."
Quatre grinned, hugging his teddy bear tightley. "I heard you
telling a story to Duo. Give me one, please?" Quatre gave Heero
incredibly sad puppy eyes. Heero grumbled, and sat down on Quatre's
bed.
"Uhh...once upon a time..."
Quatre grinned, hugging his teddy bear so hard it's eyes bugged
out. "YAY!"
"I DIDN'T START YET, QUATRE." Heero growled, and Quatre's eyes
watered. He looked down, silent.
Heero coughed. "So anyways, there was um...a...pacifist."
Quatre was ecstatic. "HURRAY!!"
Heero bopped him. "SHUT UP!BAKA!" Quatre once again whimpered
himself into silence, and Heero, quite angry, continued. "The pacifist
was killed one day-"
"Oh my goodness!" Quatre broke into tears. "No, no! Why?" he
buried his face in his teddy, sobbing uncontrollably.
Heero was beside himself with anger. He shouted. "AFTER DAYS OF
SUFFERING THE PACIFIST BLEW UP THE WORLD AND THAT'S HOW HE WAS KILLED!!
HE KILLED EVERYONE!!!"
Quatre wailed loudly, and Heero walked out, slamming the door.
Trowa heard the commotion, and stuck his head out the door.
"Heero, what did you do to Quatre?"
"I KILLED THE PACIFIST!!!" Heero threw a punch at Trowa, who
nudged aside, causeing Heero to punch the air and stumble forward. "Really? Is
that what the story was about? Tell me one, hnn?"
Heero flipped out. "OK-OK! Here's a story for you TROWA! One day
there was someone named TROWA BARTON! He...HE DIED! PAINFULLY!!" Heero
ran down the hall.
"Hn...really?" Trowa blinked. "Poor guy."
Heero ran, until he reached the end of the hall. He beat the wall
in anger, knowing that the next peson to ask him for a bedtime story
would die. That was when Wufei walked out of his room in his flowered
jammies. He blinked, watching Heero beat the poor wall. "What's wrong?"
"DARN YOU!!! GO AWAY! I CAN'T TAKE IT! NO MORE STORIES...PLEASE!!"
Wufei blinked. "Stories? Oh! Tell me one about a non-weak man
who-"
"OME O KOROSUUUUUU!" Heer whipped out his gun, and aimed at Wufei.
Wufei blinked. Heero struggled to pull the trigger, but instead, turned
the gun on himself.
"NO DON'T DO IT!" Everyone had awoken and rushed to Heero.
Heero started to cry, before hitting himself as hard as he could
with his gun. He fell unconcious.
"What's his problem?" asked Wufei.
"Doesn't like bedtime stories, I think." said Duo.
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