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"One Hard Tug"Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: Language, fluff Pairings: None Summary: Duo is having problems with his hair and seeks assistance from the other pilots, all have their own way's of dealing with Duo's braid though. Rating: PG 13 Author's note: This is the first one shot I wrote, when I was a major Duo fan.
"One Hard Tug" Day 1
"How's that when there's no brain in there?" Heero shot back. "If you would stop squirming, it wouldn't hurt as much." "I have a feeling that if you weren't doing it, it wouldn't hurt so much. You're just too rough. You just want to use it as your tug toy." Duo crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "It's not tight enough. It's going to fall out." "Next time you can get someone else to do this." Heero informed as he tied the end of Duo's braid in a rubber band. He threw the braid over Duo's shoulder after giving it a brash tug. "I didn't really mean that Heero." Duo tried as he was greeted by a door slamming. Duo stood up and flung open the door. "Fine! I don't need you!" He then slammed the door shut and leaned against it. "After all. . ." He started, more to himself. "There's three other guys living here. I'm sure one of them should be able to braid without trying to make me bald." Day 2 "Thanks for helping Q." Duo cooed as Quatre placed the brush on the pillow. "Not a problem Duo." "Well, at least you're not like the Perfect Solider. I swear he was cutting my hair the painful way." Quatre giggled at his friend's comment. "You're a lot nicer." "My sisters always asked me to help with their hair, so I've had a lot of practice." Duo smiled to himself. Who needed Heero? He had Quatre to help him. Suddenly a mist drifted over the American. "What are you doing? Giving me a second shower?" Duo asked and wiped the liquid from his forehead. "No. It's just that hair is easier to work with when it's wet. Besides, it'll make the braid tighter." "Oh. Okay. Tight's good." "There. All done." Quatre announced a moment later. Duo reached back to feel the Arab's work. "What the. . ." Duo sprang from the bed and ran to the full length mirror. He turned so he could see his back. "Q, what did you do?" "I think it looks cute." Quatre smiled, still sitting on the bed. Duo seized the end of his braid. "A hair tie? You put my hair in a hair tie after you did. . .did, this?!" He cried in anguish and rubbed the back of his head. "I thought you might like to try something different." "Yeah, but a French braid. I look like a girl! Take it out! Take it out now!" Duo demanded and yanked off the hair tie. "I don't want to look like a girl! I'm a guy!" He began to frantically unwrap the twisted locks. "But it looks good." "Maybe to you! I just want a simple braid." "Well, I'm sorry." Quatre stated and stood up, clearly offended by Duo's reaction. "No wonder Heero won't help you any more. You're too picky." He headed for the door. "Picky? Just because I don't want to look like a girl?" He helplessly watched Quatre's retreating figure. "Strike two." He muttered to himself as his hair was finally freed. Sighing, he pulled the long auburn mane into a loose ponytail.
"No." Trowa stated bluntly as he picked up the news paper and headed to the study. "Come on, please?" Duo begged, following the Latin. Trowa remained silent. It was eight in the morning. Duo had stepped out of the shower, dressed, and brushed his hair. Once all the tangles were removed, he went in search of Trowa. He only hoped that his taller comrade would agree to braid his hair. All he received was a stony silence. "All you have to do is braid it. I've already brushed." "Where's Heero?" "Heero won't do it any more. He says I whine too much. I asked Quatre and he made me look like a girl. He put a French braid Trowa. A French braid! Only girls wear a French braid!" "Do it yourself." "I tried, but it's too long. My arms get tired before I'm half done. I stop to rest my arms and it looses it's tightness and falls out before the day is over. I had to rebraid my hair four times yesterday. And that was before lunch. Please Trowa?" Trowa sat in a chair and ignored Duo. He knew that the American couldn't stand being ignored for too long. "Then you leave me no choice." Duo growled and sat in the chair next to him. "If you don't braid my hair, I'm going to follow you all day and bug you to death." ". . .hn. . ." "Don't under estimate my powers. I can get really annoying when I want." Trowa looked up at the violet eyes. "I know a lot of show tunes. Especially the kiddy ones that have the irritating lyrics that get stuck in your head for the next month or so." Seeming unmoved, Trowa returned his attention to the newspaper. "I warning you." Duo tried again. ". . .hn. . ." "Okay. . .You can't say I didn't try. . ." He sat back in his chair and sang the first song that came to his mind. "This is the song that doesn't end. . .Yes it goes on and on my friend. . .some people, started signing it, not knowing what it was. . .and they'll continue singing it forever just because. . .this is the song that doesn't end. . ."
Duo sighed as he swirled the spoon in his cereal. Once again, his hair was pulled back in an inexperienced braid made by him. He wasted all of yesterday following the boring, unbreakable Trowa. He sang that stupid song so much that it consumed his dreams last night. Furthermore, he was silently singing it when he woke up this morning. "Morning Maxwell." Wu Fei called as he walked into the kitchen and began pouring his cereal into a bowl. ". . .hn. . ." A soft thud was heard as the cereal box hit the floor. Wu Fei walked over to the silent boy, wondering what was wrong. Suddenly he remembered seeing the usually braided pilot following Trowa yesterday, signing an annoying song that he remembered from his childhood. "Sore throat?" He couldn't help but ask. "No!" Duo snapped, he was hoarse. Wu Fei grinned widely. He couldn't help it. "This is the song that doesn't end. . ." "Stop!" Duo yelled, making his raw voice sting. "What were you doing to Barton yesterday?" The question bugged Wu Fei ever since he witnessed it. Duo remained silent. "Yes, it goes on and on my friend. . ." "I wanted Trowa to braid my hair." Duo whispered as if it hurt to talk in his normal voice. "Didn't work?" "No." "Instead of making yourself hoarse, why didn't you come to me? I would have fixed your problem." Duo looked up in surprise. "I didn't know you like to play with hair." He watched as Wu Fei walked over to a drawer and rummage through the contents. "You should have known you wouldn't be able to phase Barton." The Chinese pilot said nonchalantly. "So, you'll braid my hair for me?" "I'll take care of it for you. . ." With that, he turned around and held up a pair of scissors. Duo's violet eyes widen as he leapt from his seat and ran from the room. He could hear Wu Fei's laughter. The laughter ended as Wu Fei realized that he now had the childish song stuck in his head.
"Trowa what are you humming?" Quatre asked and the taller boy spun to face him. In truth, Trowa hadn't heard the blonde approach. He was too preoccupied with making breakfast. "Nothing." "You've been humming it for the pass couple of days. It sounds familiar. I know I've heard it before." Trowa was glad when he saw Heero enter the room. He knew that Quatre's polite ways would divert his attention to the new comer. "Good morning Heero." ". . .hn. . ." Shortly after Heero's appearance, Wu Fei walked in and was greeted the same. The four pilots helped themselves to the prepared food. "Where's Duo?" Quatre wondered as he took his spot at the table. "Probably trying to figure a way to braid his own hair." Wu Fei snickered and plopped into the chair. "Men's hair shouldn't be that long." "I offered to help, but he didn't like the way I did it." Quatre pouted as he set his plate on the table. "He whines too much." Heero commented and sat, plate in hand. "I offered to cut it off for him." Wu Fei added. "Trowa, did he ask you?" Quatre wondered as looked over at his friend. "He tried to blackmail me." As this was said, the subject walked into the room. He wore a grin from ear to ear. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail again. "Good morning guys." His voice was still a little scratchy. "Decided to give up on the braid?" Heero asked as Duo helped himself the rest of the meal that Trowa had made. "Yeah, I guess. Braid. Ponytail. I'm sure there's no real big difference." The American assured as he sat next to Heero. "Only with this, I don't have to worry about someone helping me with it." "So, you're going to be known as the pony tailed pilot instead of the braided pilot." Wu Fei teased. "Look who's talking ponytail boy. At least mine looks like a ponytail. Yours just looks like an overgrown mole hair poking out of your neck." Wu Fei only glared at the offender. Later that day
"Are you okay?" Quatre asked looking over at the American. "Yeah, I'm fine. Never had that problem before though." He reslammed the door shut and reached for the seat belt. The end of his hair somehow managed to become tangled with the strap. Growling, he freed his hair. Grabbing a huge chunk, he pulled it over his shoulder. Quatre did all he could not to laugh. It was definitely humorous to watch his comrade wrestle with the untamable mane. To add to the humor, Duo's facial expressions were to die for. He always carried the habit of making things seem worse than what they really were. Once settled, Quatre started the car and pulled from the drive. They had barely gone a block when Duo started fiddling with the controls for the air conditioner. "It don't work. It's supposed to be fixed this afternoon." "Great." Sighing deeply, he rowed down the window. He then turned on the radio and tuned in to his favorite station. At first, when the breeze caused his hair to blow in his face, Duo just pushed it down and continued with what he was doing. Soon, it became bothersome. "Grrrr. . ." He pushed his hair behind his back and leaned against it. This kept it out of his face, but it also limited how drastically he could look around. "Why not just tell Heero you're sorry for what you said?" Quatre ventured after noticing how frustrated his passenger was getting. "No. I'd rather go bald. If he continued to mess with my hair, that's exactly where I would be." "Well, you might be still heading that way." "Huh?" "Look at the door and seat belt." Quatre suggested and Duo did. He didn't notice it before but there were several strands of his hair caught on both places. "Man, I can't win." He cried and threw his hands in the air. Later that night Heero was sitting on the couch, watching the late night news when Duo approached him. At first he didn't say anything. He sat next to the Japanese pilot and pretended to be interested in the night's top story. He ran through his head what he wanted to say. When he thought he had it right, he turned to face his friend, but the words eluded him. Violet eyes returned to the TV screen as he tried to think of what to say again. "You have something to say?" Heero asked, never taking his eyes from the anchorman. "Maybe. . . .sorta. . . .yeah." ". . .hn?. . ." "You know, you're lucky you don't have long hair. It can be a real pain. Washing, brushing, tangles. . ." "Braiding." "Yeah. . .braiding. It's not as easy as it looks when the hair is so long." A short silence descended. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" "Yeah." "No way of getting around it?" Heero shook his head. "Not even if I promise to never whine again?" The Perfect Solider remained silent. "And that. . .oh, forget it." Duo stood up and slowly turned to leave the room. Part of him wanted Heero to sympathize with him, but that wasn't about to happen. He was almost there when he stopped and looked at the back of Heero's head. Why did he have to be so stubborn all the time? Duo kept his back to the pilot. "I'm sorry." He murmured. "Did you say something Duo?" "I said that I'm. . .sor. . .ry" He repeated as if it hurt. "That's all I wanted." Duo turned to look
at his friend. Without warning, he stuck his tongue out. "And
don't patronize me." Duo retracted the offending appendage and
left the room while he was ahead.
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