The Greatest Gift of All
Heero's Mishap
Part 4
Trowa and Quatre were walking to their room, hand in hand, when passing by Heero's room they heard a number
of rather explicit curses. "What is this all about" Quatre asked the silent boy next to him, shrugging, Trowa
grabbed the door knob and opened the door. Both boys tried their best not to burst into a fit of roaring laughter
at the site. Unable to smoother their mirth, they were meet with a death glare.
Christmas wrapping paper was strewn all over the room, Heero was covered in tape and little pieces of festive
paper. The clincher was the little red bow stuck to his head. Poor Heero looked so distraught and extremely
embarrassed being caught.
Heero mildly glared at Quatre, who was currently rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. He shifted his gaze
towards Trowa, who was red in the face from the suppressed laughter. He saw Trowa bolt from the room like
lighting, growling at the still rolling blonde boy. "Quatre, Omae o Korosu" A blinding white flash filled the room,
spinning on his heel he found the source, Trowa had ran and got a camera. "Guys a little help here" Heero had
finally given up the tough guy act.
"What are you doing Heero" Quatre finally was able to speak, wiping the tears from his face.
"Hn, I was trying to wrap a present" Not thinking it possible, Quatre burst into another fit of giggles. Finally
calming himself for the second time, he went over to the other pilot took the box and began to wrapit. "See Heero, it isn't
that hard"
"Hn" was the only response, followed by "Arigato" Shifting his gaze back to Trowa, "I want that picture and the
negatives" With a smirk, Trowa shook his head no and bolted from the room once again, with one Heero hot on
his heels.
//I wonder who the present is for// Wondered Quatre as he put the wrapped gift in the pilot's nightstand and left
the room.
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