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"BubbleGum"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: AU, Pairings: 3x4 Summary: It's sorta a chibi detective fic....okay
not really, but kinda. "BubbleGum" “MRS NOIN!!!” Relena’s shrill voice cut through the entire classroom, “Duo put bubblegum in my HAIR!” “I did NOT!” Duo bellowed beck, running behind her to swarm Mrs Noin’s desk, face red with screaming. Poor Heero was being dragged by the arm behind his friend and was pushed to the front, “I was with Heero the WHOLE TIME! Tell her!” “Hai,” Heero nodded, “We were... Sitting quietly doing nothing wrong no where near the tree.” Mrs Noin spied the obvious twig stuck in Duo’s braid. Tree climbing usually earned them both a one way ticket to the Time out chair, but Relena’s cries were turning to a fevered pitch. She had to get to the bottom if it. “Relena why do you think it was Duo? It could have been anyone else.” The tell-tale signs of elicit tree-climbing was enough to rule out Duo. And if he was in the tree, Heero wasn’t far behind. “Well... because he doesn’t like me. Everyone ELSE likes me.” Relena sniffled. Noin tried not to snicker at that, she really did! “You look sad,” Little Quatre Winner said, moving up to the desk and surveying the hair with a lot of curiosity in his big blue eyes. It was a HUGE purple gob of gum in the little girl’s hair. He Hmphed appropriately, “I bet is was Wufei. He doesn’t like girls very much, and you sure are the prettiest girl around,” Quatre complimented, trying to sooth her. “I hope you don’t have to get it all cut off.” Relana’s eyes bugged out in horror and she keened in misery, moving to cry on Quatre’s shoulder. Quatre turned and spotted Trowa, who had just salvaged the red toy tugboat from Davey Jone’s locker over at the water table. He was gone before Relena could drip one tear on his pastel purple T-shirt. “I bet is WAS Wufei! He was behind me during art! I bet it was HIM who put the gum in my hair! Mrs NOIN! Put him in time-out!” Wufei heard his name being whined by a weak onna and made his way over to Mrs Noin’s desk, hands on his hips, “I would not do such a dishonorable thing! You did nothing to me recently to incur my wrath. Are you sure it wasn’t Maxwell? He’s always known for stunts like this.” “Duo has an alibi.” Mrs Noin said. She had given up trying to figure out who. The only other one who could have done it was Trowa, who hated grape, so he would not be chewing purple gum, and he had been single-mindedly arranging the blocks from smallest to largest for the previous forty five minutes until Quatre had walked over and asked him to rescue his tug boat. The Gum was good and STUCK, though. “Anyone else you annoyed lately, Woman?” Wufei asked, lifting a brow. Relena sniffled, “I didn’t say any mean things about Trowa, I swear. And If I did, he wouldn’t know, anyway.” Trowa looked up and over to her, eyes narrowing, “What?” Relena looked around to the blackboard, proudly proclaiming today’s letter to be V. The gum was NOT coming out, and the more Noin tried, the worse it was getting. She needed oil of some kind...or peanut butter. “Does anyone have peanut better in their lunches today?” Mrs Noin asked the class. A few went and checked, and Duo produced a cheese sandwich, in case that would work, but alas, no peanut butter to save the hair could be found. Relena’s voice broke into a fitful keen, “They’re gonna have to chop all my hair off!!!” and then she exploded into a tantrum of epic proportions, smashing her little fists into the desk as she tried to pull her hair away from Noin’s fingers, getting the gum even MORE stuck in her hair with each movement. Now it was EVERYWHERE! Mrs Noin called for Dr Poe to come down the classroom. The bell rang for lunch, and she needed to call Relena’s parents to come and pick her up. Relena was too upset to continue the day, and would probably need a haircut after all that. Dr Poe had all the children set up their lunches around the big round story-book table. Wufei was the first to start, “Why’d you put gum in her hair, Maxwell! Her voice was giving me a headache.” Duo threw his cheese-string wrapper at the Chinese boy, glaring. But he wasn’t very threatening with a cheesy-octopus hanging out of his mouth. Heero opened his lunch box and started on his Ham Sandwich, “I was making sure Duo didn’t break his neck in the tree.” Trowa was sitting quietly munching on the extra apple Heero had given him (since the Oreos Cathy had packed were better appreciated by Duo, anyway), “I don’t like grape. And I don’t even know what she said about me.” “She said you were a circus freak with stupid hair,” Quatre supplied. He was primly opening his bottle of orange juice and taking a drink. Out from Quatre’s lunch bag came a package of crackers... and a conspicuously opened package of grape double bubble. “No one talks like that about my friends,” Quatre said, his eyes hard and cold. With a victorious smile, he pulled out the white plastic knife for spreading....a personal jar of peanut butter to go along. V was for Victory, after all.
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