"Thirty One Days "

Written By: The Plotting Housewife

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles, Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge

Pairings: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei

Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted and rating may be subject to change.

Notes: For verhinderer-luftzug on Tumblr who sent me the "ginger-bred man" joke. ^_^

"Thirty One Days "

Chapter 14: The Curse of the Ginger

The prisoners were lined along the wall, their hands dangling from the cuffs that hung on either side of them. They’d been deprived of food, water, and sleep for three days, but instead of weakening their resolve to talk, it only made them snarky. Treize had been certain that, at the very least, the little blond one would crack under the pressure and was surprised when the boy’s eyes flickered like blue fire and he sneered bruised lips. “Kiss my ass.”

The one with the long braid piped up, nudging his chin at Treize, but directing his comment at his copilots. “He’s a ginger, man. Never trust a ginger.” Treize sputtered, indignant before he was able to school his features back into a neutral expression. How dare that little shit - alright Khushy ol’ boy, get a grip. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.

The boy’s mouth curled up into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Does the carpet match the drapes?” Treizie’s eyes bugged out of his head at the intensely personal question. “Hey, does that make you a ginger-bred man? Ha!” He threw his head back and cackled so loud, it echoed off the steel walls of the cell. Treize’s eye twitched when the other four pilots snickered and he clenched his teeth against the bubbling rage. Pride stinging, he stomped his foot, spun on his heel and swiftly stalked out of the cell with a dramatic swirl of his cape, the sound of the Gundam pilots’ laughter ringing in his ears. He eyed the lead interrogator sharply. “Find another tactic. This one’s not working.” The interrogator nodded and waited until his commander was out of earshot. “Sure thing, Gingersnap.”

 

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Chapter 15

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