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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor Pairings: Heero/Duo (implied). Summary: Heero may have signed up for the Preventers, but he did not sign up for this. Prompt: Elf "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 14: Elf Heero glanced at himself in the full length mirror and sincerely wished he hadn’t. I look like a cucumber, he thought as he glared at the pointy green hat on top of his head. There was a bell at the tip that jingled obnoxiously every time he moved. The outfit was a one-piece ensemble made of green felt and the tights? Did he really have to wear tights? They were red and white striped all the way down to the little green booties on his feet. More bells tinkled on the tapered toes. He sneered at his reflection. “Omae o korosu.” He adjusted his costume, turning this way and that. He could hear Duo outside the dressing room of the costume shop ho-ho-ho'ing at the other patrons. He’s actually pretty good, Heero acknowledged grudgingly. He certainly couldn’t do that. Creepy cackle? That he could do, but the deep belly laugh Duo was pulling off, that just wasn’t in his repertoire.. Their mission was to infiltrate an exclusive Christmas party. The gala was being hosted by The Romefeller Foundation and all the muckity-mucks would be in attendance. Among those, the leaders of the OZ and White Fang war factions as well as the head of The Barton Foundation. Classified information would no doubt pass hands and Heero and Duo’s job was to gather intelligence. “Hey, Heero. You die in there, or what?” Duo’s voice hissed through the door. “I’m not coming out.” “I’m sure it’s not that bad.” “Maybe not for you. I’m not coming out.” “Heero, you have to. Remember the mission?” Damn. Duo just had to hit below the belt, didn’t he? Right below the absurdly gold, glittery belt. He reached out and grasped the door handle, took a deep breath, and prepared for the onslaught of laughter that was sure to follow his exit from the safety of the dressing room. He turned the handle and stepped out, his eyes immediately challenging Duo to make something of it. Duo took one look at him and lost it, all pretense of composure flying out the window. He whooped with laughter and doubled over, holding a hand over his fake belly. “Oh - oh, God! The glare makes it even funnier,” he bellowed. “Hoo boy! Now, there’s something you don’t see every day. The perfect soldier dressed as a Keebler Elf. I would sell my soul for a camera right about now.” Heero entertained himself with homicidal thoughts while he waited for Duo to collect himself. Duo panted and giggled through his mirth before finally getting himself under control again. Which lasted three seconds before he threw his head back, howling loud enough to draw stares from the other shoppers and a few store employees. Heero crossed his arms and sulked. “Are you finished?” Duo wiped his eyes with the end of his braid and sniffled. “Yeah…yeah, I think so. Say, after this is over, you want I should drop you back off at Preventers, or the tree house?” Heero’s eyes narrowed as he lost it again, though it was a little quieter this time. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” he wheezed. “You don’t look much better, you know.” He really didn’t. Duo looked almost as laughable with the white wig on his head and beard covering half his face, his long braid sticking out between the two hair pieces. Underneath the ridiculously large red velvet coat and pants, a giant plastic belly was strapped over his torso. Duo instantly stopped laughing and stared at him with an offended expression. He placed a hand on each side of the big belly and shook it obscenely. “What are you talking about? I was made to wear this,” he declared and tipped his chin up, puffing out his chest with pride. Heero’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” They walked out of the store side by side after paying for their costumes, drawing even more stares. Heero grumbled as he trudged along the sidewalk, but Duo was in full character, waving to passersby, chortling with jolly good cheer. “We’d better get some good intel out of this.” “Relax, Hee-chan. When the party’s over, I’ll let you sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.” “Shut up.”
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