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"Agglomeration"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: Post
mortem/undead Duo and Quatre, inspired by one of my favorite films,
Death Becomes Her Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: Duo
and Quatre argue over the double entendre of the phrase 'The Beauty
of Death'. "The Beauty of Death " "It means literally what it says, man. The Beauty of Death. I am Death. It's the beauty of me." "God, Duo. Can you be any more conceited? You are not Death. You are human. We are both beautiful and we are both dead." "I'm dead because you stuck a pick ax through my neck, you blond twit." "You had it coming. Do you not see this hole in my chest? You put that there. With a curtain rod, I might add." Duo smirked. "Yeah, that was a good one." Quatre rolled his eyes. "You're such an ass." "But I'm a beautiful ass." "Keep telling yourself that." "You know, I'm of half a mind to put another hole in you." "Bring it on." The blond picked up a poker from the rack next to the fireplace and practiced his swing. "I'll knock your head clean off and hang it by your braid from the banister." Duo's eyes were huge. "You wouldn't dare." "Try me." "Alright. This isn't going to get us anywhere. Why don't you just agree that I'm right and we'll call it even." Quatre set the tip of the poker on the floor and leaned on it with one hand. "You really want to be a talking head?" "Bah. Heero will stitch it back on for me, won't you, Hee-chan?" Heero was sitting on a nearby couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn with Trowa. "Don't bring me into this." Duo pouted. "Some supportive boyfriend you are." Heero relented. "Okay, how about this. Quatre, if you knock Duo's head off, it'll be your responsibility to stitch it back on." The blond grimaced. "Ew...no." "Well, then you can't decapitate him." "Trowa -" "Sorry, babe. You knock it, you stitch it." Quatre threw the poker down, sulking, and glared when Duo stuck his tongue out. "That goes for you, too, Duo." "Damn. Okay, but can you please settle this once and for all? What does The Beauty of Death mean?" "Like I said. Don't involved me in this. Trowa?" Trowa shrugged. "I really don't care." He stuck a piece of popcorn into his mouth and smiled. "I'm just enjoying the show."
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