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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: Humor, Crack Pairings: None Summary: It's all fun and games until you bust
out the pink glitter and bows. "Favors " When Wufei trusted Nataku to Maxwell so he could repair the faulty wiring, he should have expected the braided idiot would do something nefarious. Oh sure, the wiring was fixed. The complicated array of electrical lines now fully supplied the necessary juice to the power modules of his Gundam and the unnerving sparking had finally ceased. That was all well and good, but Wufei had not expected to find giant pink bows super glued to the sides of Nataku’s head, nor did he expect to see the tips of her fingers and toes painted in a gaudy hot pink. And was that glitter? He closed his eyes, breathing steadily through his nose and trying valiantly to invoke his meditation exercises to quell the impending homicide he was on the verge of committing. “I think she looks pretty, Wufei.” His copilot, Winner, stood next to him, fidgeting nervously. Was this actually the blond’s best attempt to make him feel better about the desecration of his Nataku? He shot the tentatively smiling boy an incredulous look. “You need to lay off the sauce, Winner.” He strode forward without waiting for a response and swiped a rather large socket wrench off the Gundam’s foot that had been forgotten by his soon-to-be-dead copilot. He swung the potential deadly weapon, testing the weight in his hand. Oh, yes. That would do just fine. “Oh, Maxwell…” he said in a sing-song voice. He caught the prankster peeking at him from between Nataku’s fingers. “Oh, hello…Fei. Eh-heh.” He patted the curled up index finger. “Got ‘er all fixed up for ya.” Wufei tapped the wrench in his palm, smiling like the Cheshire cat. “Yes, I can see that. Why don’t you come down here so I can thank you properly.” Maxwell’s eyes widened and he pointed to himself. “What? Now? Oh…it wasn’t nothin’. You don’t need to thank me.” “Oh, but I do. Come on down here.” Quatre attempted to intervene. “Wufei, please. Let’s not -” “Stay out of this, Winner.” “You know, Fei…that’s really not necessary. Your friendship is all the thanks I need.” Maxwell was slowly skulking down the arm of the Gundam, making his way towards the catwalk where he could make an escape. “Maxwell -” “See ya!” He took off at a run, disappearing behind Nataku’s head. Wufei could hear the stomp of his boots on the metal catwalk and he sprung into pursuit, waving the wrench over his head. Quatre watched the Chinese pilot tackle the American and try to throttle him with the leftover pink ribbon Duo had used to make the bows for Nataku’s head. “I’m glad I didn’t tell him I’m the one that supplied the ribbon and paint.” He turned and walked back towards the base for a much-needed cup of tea.
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