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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: Trowa gets challenged to a dance off. "Served " When the funny looking guy with long dreadlocks and a goatee jumped out of nowhere and landed in Trowa’s path, waving his arms and gyrating his pelvis in a way that convinced him the man was on something, Trowa’s instinct had been to knock him out cold. His attempt to spin the lunatic’s head around on his neck was stopped short when Heero grabbed him and yanked him away from the crumpled heap on the ground. “Easy. You’re a civilian now. You can’t just go around killing people.” Trowa’s expression was deadpan when he said, “I was going to put him out of his misery,” which prompted a loud bark of laughter from Duo. “Dude,” the braided man drawled. “I think you just got served.” Trowa offered his friend a blank look. “Served with what?” Duo waved his hands. “Y’know…served? As in dance? You just got challenged to a dance off.” “What?” “Trowa,” Quatre said, sounding as though he was talking to a toddler. “When someone jumps out in front of you and starts dancing, your response is supposed to be to dance back, not break your opponent’s neck. You take turns dancing until a winner is declared.” Trowa stared at the blond for a long moment. “Why?” Quatre looked incredulous. “Because! That’s what happens when you get served. That’s the rules.” Wufei scoffed and leaned against the brick wall of a barber shop. “That’s the stupidest, not to mention most juvenile thing I’ve ever heard. Who made up this “rule” anyway?” Quatre scratched his head. “Erm…I’m not sure.” Trowa propped his hands on his hips. “And how do you know this?” The blond looked offended. “Hey, I have street creds.” Trowa arched a brow as Duo cackled. “Street creds?” “Never mind. The point is you’re supposed to wait for the signal to start dancing.” “What’s the signal?” “When your opponent stops dancing, that’s your cue to start. You do a number and stop, then they start dancing again. This goes back and forth until a winner is declared.” Heero grunted and chewed his lip. “So who gets to declare the winner?” “I’ll do it,” Duo piped up. “You don’t get to decide that,” Heero countered. “Oh, please! I’d be the best judge.” “And why’s that?” “Because I’m the best dancer!” “Says who?” “Hey, is anyone going to check this guy’s pulse to make sure he’s still alive?” Wufei inquired. His hands were outstretched towards the unconscious body still sprawled on the sidewalk. “Why don’t you do it?” Wufei sniffed. “I’m not touching him. He looks like he hasn’t bathed in days.” “Oh, for crying out loud,” muttered Quatre. “I’ll do it.” He walked over to the guy and bent down, resting his index and middle fingers against the side of his neck. “He’s good. Gonna have one hell of a headache when he wakes up though.” Heero decided that was good enough and turned back to Duo. “So who says you’re the best dancer?” “Everyone!” “Who’s “everyone”?” “The - the - everyone!” Heero scowled. “Not good enough.” “Fine. Let’s settle this once and for all. Ha!” Duo shouted, striking a pose. They all stared at him as he cocked his hip and stuck an arm into the air, finger pointed at the sky, the index finger of his other hand pointed towards the ground. “Let’s dance, bitch.” He rolled his arms out to the side, rotating his hips in a circular motion before Moonwalking across the sidewalk. Heero watched with his arms crossed over his chest as Duo spun then dropped down into a split and jumped back up with a grace that shocked them all. He spun again and landed with one leg extended forward, his hands outstretched towards the Japanese man. Heero balked, “The hell was that?” Quatre’s eyes were wide with almost comical seriousness. “Dude. You just got served.”
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