Trowa's Lucky Charms
By: Spooks
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Cupid drummed his pudgy fingers on heaven's golf cart as it hurtled back to the house where he had left his charges. Time had already gone back to normal, so the longer it took to get back, the longer Cupid was probably going to have to spend subduing the love-struck morons. Damn that stupid mirror! Why did it have to blind him and make him drop his quiver in a room full of drunk people?! Why?!
Maybe if he asked very nicely, God would let him chuck the damn mirror into the lake of fire later. Or at the very least, smash it into a million bits. Ah, yes, that would be extremely gratifying.
After a few long moments, the Golden Golf Cart skidded to a halt in the middle of the dining room where Cupid had last seen the love struck multitude. Just as he had feared, the only person left in the room was Relena, and she was gazing lovingly at herself in the mirror. Cupid snickered at the double meanings that could be drawn by such actions, but then decided not to think in such cruel contexts toward the still young mortal. Shrugging his little shoulders, Cupid removed a knockout arrow and deftly sent it flying, striking Relena square in the ear.
With a decidedly undignified squeak, Relena fell into an ungraceful lump on her side. Cupid flew down to check on the girl, and was amused to note that she was drooling on her otherwise spotless pink shirt.
With a chuckle, Cupid flashed into his cloud form, managed to float around the unconscious girl, and transported to her room to deposit her there for safe keeping. He made sure there were no mirrors or shiny objects around for her to catch a glimpse of her reflection, then winged out the door, being sure to lock it from the outside at he left. Now to find the other mortals.
"YOU'LL NEVER GET YOUR HANDS ON ME LUCKY CHARMS!"
Ah, wonder who that was? Cupid went invisible and winged away in the direction of the very fake and very loud Irish accent. The little cherub of amore passed a concerned conga-line-esque ('Ooo. New word!' Cupid thought.) group of most of his mortals. Almost stopping to pick them off with knock out arrows, he decided that the Irish screaming was more important at the moment. With the addition of another shriek, Cupid honed in, finding the rest of his quarry in the living room. A few seconds later a pile of people skidded to a halt and fell over in the doorway out of sheer shock.
Hilde was perched on Trieze's back, hugging his neck and almost choking him to death in the process. In fact, his face was acquiring a slightly bluish tint. But this was not the cause for staring, oh no. You see, Trieze was offering roses and apologizing profusely to a nervous looking Trowa, who had climbed to the top of a huge bookcase and was huddled on the top of it. His legs were drawn up and he was staring down at the other two occupants of the room.
Suddenly, Trieze shrugged Hilde off his back and leaped up the bookcase, climbing quickly. Trowa stood up nimbly and edged away. Leaping up again, Trieze grabbed Trowa's ankle and jerked his feet out from under the tall boy. Trowa landed with a thump on his backside, still up on top of the bookcase.
"My dear little pilot, won't you please come down here with me?" Trieze was asking, sounding polite and suave despite having Hilde groping him from below.
"No, get the hell away from me!" Trowa responded, proving himself to be the source of the strange Irish accent. Trieze climbed a bit further up, and managed to hook an arm around the boy's waist.
The poor bookshelf decided that enough was enough, no where in its contract was there a clause for "climbing love sick humans." The bookshelf did the only thing it could think off, and tipped itself over, sending the humans rolling away before it could fall on them. Oh well, the bookcase though, then consoled itself by gleefully spilling its books all over the entire room. This done, it lay there and let its shelves rest.
Meanwhile, Trieze had leapt clear of the falling bookcase managing to take Trowa and the still attached Hilde with him. Somehow the OZ General had also managed to land in a somewhat compromising position on top of Trowa, causing said boy to scream like a little girl.
"AIEE! YOU'RE AFTER ME LUCKY CHARMS AGAIN, AREN'T YOU!? ONLY THE FAIR HILDE MAY PARTAKE OF THEIR MARSHMALLOWY GOODNESS!" Again, with the Irish accent.
"As if I want anyone other than Trieze-kitten!" Hilde retorted, sticking her tongue out and attaching herself to Trieze's back again.
By this time the group at the door had managed to extricate themselves a bit from each other, all forgetting their personal Love Attack Plans for the tableau of bad accent terror before them.
"Um, Trowa?" Quatre asked quietly as Trowa crab-walked backwards away from Trieze.
The three occupants of the room stopped and turned their heads in unison, then blinked, again, in unison.
"Aye?"
"Why do you sound like Lucky the Leprechaun?" The blond boy asked. "I don't recall you mentioning anything about breakfast cereal or Ireland, well, uh, ever."
Noin squealed and hugged Quatre so hard that his eyes bugged out slightly. "You're so smart, Quatre! And so darn huggable!"
"Um, thanks. Get off me," Quatre demanded weakly, turning blue from the pressure of the hug.
Trowa blinked. "I've decided to be Irish. My nationality is a mystery, and I'm sick of no one knowing what to call me. It's always 'the HeavyArms pilot' or 'the banged boy.' Since I have to be all mysterious and leave my origin officially unknown, I've decided to be Irish. Do you have any idea how much it sucks to be defined by your haircut?" Trowa replied, pouting.
"Yes!" Duo replied, looking slightly put out.
"And another thing, I'm sick of having to be quiet all the time. What if I want to eat a half a pound of chocolate and run around HeavyArms wearing my underwear on top of my head? Can't I be spontaneous? I'm young, I have options," Trowa finished, sulking slightly. "Wow, I must still be drunk, since I'm only allowed to go OOC if I'm inebriated. Yes. I am drunk. I am Irish! There is a correlation!"
Meanwhile, Trieze had been slowly inching his way closer to the now Irish pilot, and the group at the door had been deviously leering at their chosen mate. A resounding cacophony of voices raised in a choir of war cries, and pouncing commenced. When the dust settled, Cupid found himself floating over an empty room.
"DAMNIT!"
Rolling up sleeves he didn't have, Cupid frowned and decided that enough was enough. This could be very embarrassing if he didn't get it cleared up. As a professional angel of love, he really didn't want a huge love chain that would end up in death, dismemberment, or plain old heartbreak on his track record. It would be one hell of a resume breaker.
This in mind, Cupid went into his cloud form and floated out of the living room to search the house. He'd knock 'em out, then pair 'em up when he was done. Well, that or just erase the effects of the arrow that had hit them before. Whatever. He'd decide that as he needed to. One thing at a time, that's what his momma always said. That, and wash behind his wings.
Before the little pink cloud of a cherub could get very far, however, he spotted the one person that had not been cast into a hazy land of love, Sally Po. Although the doctor hadn't been hit by an arrow, she was still in this mess and being stalked by a wolfish looking Zechs. As she backed down the hallway, she was trying very hard not to look at Zechs' personal stalker, Catherine. The circus girl was deftly sneaking up on the blond man, and it looked as though Sally was banking on this to get away.
"…Haven't you ever wanted to ride the lightning?" Zechs was imploring to the retreating Sally.
"Okay, for the record, that was a terrible pick up line. You should be ashamed," Sally replied as she ducked into a room and slammed the door behind her. Zechs started knocking on the door and begging to be let inside, but Catherine, who had managed to remain unnoticed, smacked him on the back of the head with the handle of one of her knives.
"Just a little love tap, sugar drawers!" She chirped, tucking away the knife and easily picking up the much taller man. She hoisted him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, laying one hand squarely on his butt. A second later, Sally stuck her head out and sighed in relief.
"Have fun, Cathy," the doctor said, grinning in relief.
"Oh, I will," Catherine smiled back, then patted Zechs' ass again. Before she could carry him away and ravish him, though, Cupid drew back his bowstring and let fly with a knockout arrow, hitting the circus performer right between the eyes. She fell over with a light "oomph," but didn't let go of the unconscious Zechs when she hit the ground, thus landing the two in a quiet compromising position.
Sally Po looked down at the pair with a look of utter confusion. What the hell had just happened? Before she could step out of the doorway, though, Cupid materialized into a visible form of his cherubic self right in front of her face, causing her to stumble back into the room in shock. Cupid promptly slammed the door, locked it and grinned in triumph. There, now he didn't have to knock her out. It wouldn't have been fair, what, with her not being hit by one of the arrows and all.
Cupid then turned around, planning on removing the two bodies from the hallway and far away from each other with in places with nice strong locks on the doors. But now instead of two bodies, there was one. Catherine was being carried away, carefully cradled in the arms of Duo. Groaning, Cupid shot a tracer arrow, hitting the braided boy squarely on the left butt cheek. He'd deal with him later, and then he'd pick up Catherine while he was at it. Cupid still had to stash Zechs somewhere, and quickly.
Turning into a little pink could again, Cupid wrapped himself around the prostate man carefully, trying to ignore any internal sarcastic comments about wrapping himself around an unconscious mortal male. Ugh, as if he'd get involved with one of those. To high maintenance, what, with those easily broken bodies and always having to wash 'em. Stinky things, they were, so high maintenance. Cupid stashed Zechs away and locked him in, hitting him with a knockout arrow just in case.
This was one guy he wasn't sure what to do with. Cupid wasn't sure if he wanted to help this guy. "Ride the lightning?" Ugh. Cupid was tempted to let him do it the old fashioned way and find someone for himself. Lord knows he had options. Or perhaps Cupid could think of something fun and interesting. The little cherub sent up a quick prayer for Inspiration, then left the tall blond.
Whistling to himself, Cupid looked at his tracer remote and started following the trail to find Duo and the unconscious Catherine. As soon as he rounded the corner of the hallway, though, he found Catherine lying in the middle of the hallway, snoring slightly. Cupid snorted and hauled her into a room, smacking her with an erase effects arrow while he was at it. Wondering why Duo had left the object of his lust, Cupid suddenly got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Winging quickly through the halls, long past the point of caring if anyone saw him, Cupid finally found…Duo's pants. The tracing arrow blinked sheepishly and detached itself, hopping back into the quiver. Following the trail of clothing up the rest of the hall and to a closed bedroom door, Cupid's eyes widened and he floated through.
Dorothy had captured Duo and had stripped him of everything but his black boxers and had tied the boy onto the bed. The normally fearsome but cheerful Shinigami was gagged and looked afraid for his life, or at least for the sake of his little Shinigami. You would too, if Dorothy was dressed in pink leather and leering at you while toying with a riding crop.
"Oh, come on, you'll like it!" The girl was saying, desperately trying to calm Duo down. She pouted. "I'm not going to rape you, for crying out loud! I just want to have some fun."
Duo just looked more nervous and writhed a bit, trying to break free of his bonds. Evidently Dorothy had done this before, though, because the braided boy was having very limited success.
Sighing, Dorothy looked immeasurably sad for a moment, then slumped down on the edge of the bed. "Okay, I get the picture. You don't like me. No one does. No one I like ever likes me back. Tell me honestly, Duo dearest, is it the eyebrows? I've tried plucking, but…well…they always grow back. Is that it? Am I really such a terrible person that no one loves me just because of that one feature?"
Duo mumbled something against the gag.
"Oh, right," the blonde girl said, reaching up and pulling the fabric down.
"Well, the eyebrows are definitely part of it," Duo said. "But uh, well, sorry, but I just don't like you like that. I'm sure that someone will, though--"
Duo's sentence was cut off by the door exploding inward, showering the insides of the room with a rain of wooden splinters. Heero stepped purposefully through the doorway, hitching his pink spandex. Without hesitation, he walked up to Dorothy and slung her over his shoulder.
Cupid, knowing an excellent opportunity when he saw one, let fly with three knockout arrows. Heero dropped Dorothy on the floor and fell onto the bed beside Duo. Duo's head just fell back onto the pillow.
Deciding that Dorothy needed to be somewhere else very quickly, and that Relena would probably enjoy a little company, Cupid promptly floated the girl to Relena's locked door. Once she was snuggled on the floor of Relena's room comfortably, Cupid let a couple of Truth arrows fly. Let them work out their strange relationship and see if something interesting happens. They weren't on his list, anyway, but had only been invited to this foray for "danger" purposes, meant to catalyze his other charges into action of the amorous kind. But hey, peripheral match-ups were always a plus.
Leaving the pair, Cupid went back to guard the unconscious Heero and Duo. Lady Une was undoubtedly still stalking the Wing pilot, and therefore Cupid reasoned that he'd just wait for her to come to him. Arranging the pair on the bed in a more comfortable manner, but not untying the braided pilot, Cupid sat back and waited, his bow and arrow resting in his lap as he watched the blown out door.
Before long, Une stepped into the doorway dramatically, her long hair free and swirling around her in a halo, her pink outfit fitting to her body softly but suggestively. She stood for a moment, striking a pose and looking dignified and bad ass, but still feminine. The effect was completely ruined, however, when Quatre ran up behind her and glomped her, knocking her into the room and almost onto the floor.
Whirling, Lady Une drew her pink gun and pointed it square at Quatre's head. Realizing the object of his affection was about to kill him, the pilot of Sandrock did the only thing he could think to do in such a situation. He unveiled the powerful force of…CHIBI QUATRE!!!! ((insert gratuitous sound effect here))
Looking down the top of her gun at the big headed, watery-eyed little-bitty pilot, Une sighed. "Argh! You know I can't kill you when you do that. Damn those stupid deeply buried maternal instincts!"
A squeal of delight came from the hallway, and Une looked up to see a very happy Noin. "Oh, Quatre, I've found you! And you're so cute!" Without hesitation, Noin ran in and scooped up the chibi Quatre, cradling him like a baby and running out the door.
"Miss Une!" Chibi Quatre cried, his chubby little hands waving frantically in the air as he was carried away.
"Well," Lady Une blinked, "That was odd."
Before the woman could move, Cupid hit her with a knockout arrow. At a momentary quandary about what to do with her, he considered his options. Knowing about love was Cupid's job, and it was obvious that she was deeply in love and totally devoted to that tight ass of an OZ General. But Trieze obviously had a thing with Zechs…what kind of thing even Cupid wasn't sure. And then there was that Noin, who loved Zechs almost as much as Une loved Trieze.
Suddenly a tiny little cherub appeared and smacked Cupid up the side of the head.
"Oh, hello, Inspiration," Cupid greeted the newcomer.
"Hi Cupid!" Inspiration replied, then smacked Cupid again.
"Thanks for the idea!" Cupid chirped, glad that his good friend Inspiration had come down and struck him, thus…inspiring…the little Angel of Affection. Inspiration always had the best ideas. Smiling, Cupid transported Une to where Inspiration had deemed.
Returning to the room, smiling momentarily at the sleeping boys, Cupid took a deep breath. Noticing the river of tears left by Chibi Quatre, the little winged creature followed the salty tail. Just as he figured, it lead right to the little pilot, and thus, to Noin.
The woman was occupied in hugging Chibi Quatre to her chest while simultaneously trying to unlatch a glomping Wufei. They looked like a demented family. Laughing, Cupid smacked the Chinese pilot with a knock out arrow, freeing Noin. Now he had to wait for Quatre to return to normal, because arrows just didn't work right on chibis. But there was a problem with that…
"Oh, please, Quatre!" Noin begged, looking down into the boy's sparkling eyes. "Turn back to normal! As adorable as you are like this, I cannot in good conscience make any moves on you until you go back to normal! It would just feel…wrong."
"Why do you think I'm staying like this, then?" Quatre replied in a squeaky little voice, struggling to get out of Noin's arms, his little chubby hands and feet waving in the air. "Put me down!"
"No!" Noin responded, holding tighter to the squirming chibi. "If I let you go you'll run away!"
"Pweeezzzzeee?" Chibi Quatre lisped, making his eyes go wider and shinier, pouting for all he was worth.
Under such a barrage of Chibi Might, Noin was struck dumb. Then she squealed again and hugged Quatre tighter. "Waaa! That was soooo cute! Do it again! Do it again!"
Cupid smacked his forehead. Screw it. He'd just hit Noin and let Quatre fall on his super-deformed little head. This decided, Cupid let fly, and snickered at the successive thud and chibi cries of pain.
Chibi Quatre rubbed his head and looked around. Cupid went invisible again, and after a few seconds Chibi Quatre was replaced with Normal Quatre with an audible Pop. Brushing off his pink khakis and pink shirt, the pilot smiled, only to fall to the ground in an unconscious heap a split second later.
Self satisfied smile in place, Cupid moved Wufei straight to the room that held Duo and Heero. With all three pilots in one place, Cupid closed his eyes and prayed, hoping that Big Ed would cut him some slack on this one. Opening his eyes, Cupid did a mid-air flip when he saw that the door had been replaced by divine intervention. Thank Ed.
Thus insured that his quarry couldn't escape, he promptly let fly three Truth arrows coupled with three Babble arrows. Now they'd have to speak the truth, and every bit of it. And they were trapped together. That should be fun! Cupid arranged Wufei on the bed on the other side of the still bound Duo from Heero. They looked so cute! Now all they had to do was wake up, and BANG, three fifths of his job would basically be done.
Remembering unconscious Quatre and unconscious Noin, Cupid winged back and promptly took care of them, squirreling the Sandrock pilot away somewhere secluded and Noin somewhere interesting.
Now the hard part. He had to locate the terrible Trio and find some way to placate them. Hearing a very-convenience-for-plot-purposes-Irish-tinted-scream, Cupid's grin got wide enough to endanger cracking his face. Following the yells, he found the three remaining people in this little mess chasing each other around in circles. Literally.
Trieze was chasing Trowa, Trowa was chasing Hilde, and Hilde was chasing Trieze. A circle of insanity. Cupid sighed, closed his eyes, and randomly let an arrow fly at the three. Hilde promptly fell over like a shot deer, tumbling end over end and probably getting a couple of rug burns in the process. Shocked, Trowa stopped running and scooped the girl up, looking confused. Just as Trieze was about to grab the stilled boy, both males fell over, tiny knockout arrows doing their work. Cupid dragged Trieze off to Inspiration's little party.
Then Cupid came back and similarly dragged Trowa off and put him in the room with the unconscious Quatre, hitting them both with erase arrows, deciding that Truth and Babble arrows might be redundant in this case. Best to let some things happen as they would naturally. Finally, Cupid transported Hilde to a room by herself, striking her with an erase effects arrow.
Sinking down into a cushion of air, Cupid felt exhaustion take its toll. Tomorrow his charges and guests would wake up, and they'd have to deal with their new conditions. He'd have to be ready to push some of them along. But for now…sleep.
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Cupid awoke early, for once in his celestial life. This only happened when he was actually excited about his work, and whoo boy, he was going to have fun today. True love was pretty easy, you just had to get people to start talking, but his favorite task was setting up possibilities that people hadn't really thought of. Therefore, while his little trainees ran around the rest of the world, he'd be here, taking charge on his most lauded day. But first he wanted a donut. Not that he needed to eat, but they were just good in that yummy-delicious way that luxury dictates. So the little cherub popped over to the local Heaven's Donuts for Those That Don't Need to Eat But Like To Anyway and grabbed himself a dozen.
Refreshed and tummy filled, Cupid yawned and stretched, then set about the business of looking in on his guests. Flitting over to check on Relena and Dorothy, he was amused to see that the Sank Princess was looking rather rumpled as she lay on the room's bed, splayed out like a sack of potatoes. Dorothy, still dressed in her pink leather outfit, was curled up in a fetal position in the corner, her riding crop still clutched to her chest. Her eyelids fluttering as she dreamt, the girl was muttering to herself about sporks and anti-freeze. Cupid chuckled and moved on. He'd check in with those two later.
Next he checked on those that he had left by themselves. Catherine was sleeping fitfully, clutching a soupspoon. Cupid briefly wondered where the hell she had gotten it, and when, but decided that it probably wasn't too important. Hilde, in her room, looked like she was sleeping normally, and actually looked rather cute as she slept, like a baby-Noin. Next he checked on Sally, and the doctor was sleeping peacefully in her room, her honey colored hair unbound from those freaky-weird curls.
Finally Cupid decided to check in on those other more interesting prospects. He practiced wincing and gasping in shock a few times, then decided he was ready. Bracing himself, he entered the room that Inspiration had wanted him to set up.
On the big king-sized bed lay four people. All were sleeping normally, the effects of Cupid's knockout arrows gone. During the night, Lady Une had glomped onto Trieze, and was probably having wonderful Good Personality Thoughts. Trieze was hugging onto Zechs, and boy did that looked like a practiced embrace. Similarly, Zechs was facing and snuggled up to the older man's front, his long blond strands of hair entwined in the Trieze's fingers. On the other side of Zechs Noin lay, cuddled up to the man's back. She had a huge smile on her face, like a little kid who had finally gotten her fondest wish. Thankful that none of them had woken yet and realized what was going on and who else was there, Cupid grinned deviously and strung four arrows and let fly.
Each pointy projectile struck true, each tailored specifically for the situation, a feat that was only allowed on the day of Saint Valentine. What Cupid wanted was for the obvious unrequited adoration that the two ladies felt towards their respective objects of their affection to be recognized for what it was, a gift. Potential for attraction for all four parties was high, and Cupid just let them all tap into those possibilities. He didn't want to break apart the long-standing bond between the two men, however, and Cupid saw the only way to fix this was for them to have a gigantic fun filled orgy. Inspiration was probably chuckling and getting microwave popcorn ready to watch the show.
Fingers and toes crossed, Cupid went to finally check on the boys that Big Ed had sent him to make happy. Figuring that he'd check on the most stable pair first, he popped in to see how Quatre and Trowa were doing.
When he flew into the room, Cupid almost let out a squeal of delight. They were so cute! Both were sleeping normally, and they were snuggled up together in an innocent embrace. When they woke up they would probably leave off where they had been the day before, and Cupid had a hunch that this would be a day of some dazzling discoveries for the two. And yes, Cupid realized the double meaning behind that phrase. Snickering to himself, the little cherub went to check on his last little group.
In their room, Heero, Duo, and Wufei slept normally. Somehow, like the thief he was, or well, had been several times in the past, Duo had utilized his fingers even in his sleep and finally gotten free of Dorothy's bonds. He and Wufei were spooned together and looked for all the world like a couple of very happy little kitties, looking comfortable and familiar with each other. Heero, though, was lying curled up in a fetal ball, hugging his knees and looking lonely as he experienced a nightmare. Can't have that, no way.
Cupid flew down and lifted the sleeping American's eyelid, then patted the boy's face gently. Finally getting sick of trying to wake him up nicely, Cupid resort to pulling on Duo's ear. Hard.
Yelping and opening his eyes, Duo's movement woke Wufei. The two sat up, moving together languorously and stretching, sharing a little good morning kiss. Almost at the same instant, they caught sight of the boy on the other side of the bed.
"Hey, what are we doing here this isn't our room and why does my head feel funny and should we wake up Heero he looks lonely and sad and needs us," Wufei said in one breath. For a second he looked stunned, then opened his mouth to speak again. "And why oh why am I suddenly babbling you're usually the babbler Duo why am I speaking so much?" Eyes wide, the Chinese pilot closed his mouth purposefully.
"I don't know but we should probably wake up Heero after all we do want to get him in the sack and have hot sex with him later but it looks like he's having a nightmare which is bad and not only would ruin the mood but just suck," Duo replied breathlessly. He smoothed his braid in one hand and blinked. "What the hell?"
At that moment, Heero hugged his knees tighter to his chest, back muscles tightening. If he hadn't been so well trained he probably would have whimpered as well. Silently, obviously not trusting their mouths, the other two crawled across the mattress and rolled the still sleeping soldier over onto his back.
"Now what?" Wufei whispered, then clamped his mouth shut.
"Wake him up," Duo replied, making an obvious effort not to just start babbling like a moron.
"How?"
"Watch."
The longhaired pilot proceeded to tickle Heero's ribs. Within seconds, the Japanese boy jerked awake, his eyes opened wide and his body tensed up. He grabbed Duo's hands in his and glared up at the giggling American.
"I told you not to do that Duo why don't you ever listen to me and why are we all in the same bed oh hello Wufei," Heero said, then blinked. "Did you two drug me I know you wanted to get me in the sack and not that I'm opposed to that but I'm a bit scared because I've never done anything and don't want to rush into things and don't want to feel used and stuff but drugging me is not the best route and I must be drugged because for some reason I can's stop talking and oh shit what did I just say?" By the time he finished speaking, Heero's eyes had doubled in size and he looked as afraid as a Perfect Soldier could possibly look. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he jumped off the bed and raced to the door, struggling against the lock.
Turning around, realizing that the door had defeated him, Heero dashed in the direction of the bathroom, intending to lock himself inside and hide out of sheer embarrassment. However, he didn't quite make it before Wufei tackled him.
"No you can't go in there and lock us out we need to talk to you because we like you and stuff and we were going to do that anyway and hey didn't you just say you already knew that so what's the problem?" The Chinese boy asked from his perch onto of Heero's back.
"Yeah Heero you said you weren't opposed and we'll be gentle and not force anything if you don't want to do something just say so and it'll be fine!" Duo chirped. "And besides, it's not like we're all that great ourselves I mean geez we've only done it a few times haven't you noticed that you and me share a room if Wufei and I were getting it on all the time then I would never sleep in my bed and you'd notice that."
Realizing that it would probably not only be as annoying as hell to listen to all three boys babble on for the remaining time of the arrow's potency, but that it might cause some problems, Cupid quickly let fly with three erase effects arrows. Now they'd be on their own, and normal. Grinning widely, the little being left to give them some privacy.
Now it was up to all of them. His work here was done, and at the end of the day, the doors would all open. There was nothing left for him to do. With this thought, Cupid felt a presence behind him. Turning, he smiled, and climbed into the Golden Golf Cart of Heaven. He'd watch the rest from the comfort of his own cloud, snuggled up a tub of popcorn and his good, er, friend, Inspiration.
This might be entertaining.
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Zee blessed end.If you laughed, tell me, please. Feed Spooks.