"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.

"Thirty One Days "

Chapter 27: Hair Raising


Quatre ducked just in time, narrowly missing the laser blast that skimmed over the top of his head. He dove beneath a metal cabinet, nose wrinkling at the smell of burning hair. He reached up and patted the smoldering embers on his head with a curse just as Duo joined him beneath the cabinet. He shot the braided man a sideways glance and grumbled, “Well, this was a swell idea. Any more brilliant plans, oh wise one?”

“Hey, you’re the one that tripped over the electrical cords and knocked over those steel crates that were filled with grenades, thus igniting the explosion that tipped them off.” Quatre scoffed and reloaded his weapon. “Look at my hair, Duo!” Duo glanced up and snickered as he saw scorched locks of once blond hair, now charred and blackened. Quatre scowled and snapped, “It’s not funny!”

“Actually, Quat, it is pretty funny.” Quatre’s expression was sour as he wiggled out of the tight space and brought his knees under him. “Just for that I ought to shoot your braid off.” Duo balked, “You wouldn’t dare!” Quatre grinned and poised his weapon over the top of the cabinet. “If we get out of this alive, consider it done.” Not that he actually would, but it was fun getting Duo worked up over his hair. They did make it out alive and Duo was relieved when Quatre didn’t actually shoot his braid off, though he was pretty pissed when he woke up the next morning to discover it had been dipped in a can of black paint. It took him almost five hours to wash it out, cursing like a sailor the whole time. Quatre calmly sipped his tea and smirked as he listened to the American rattle off every swear word he could think of. “Serves you right.”

 

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Chapter 28

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