Author: CleverYoungThief
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TWT, Supernatural, Suspense, Shounen ai, Yaoi, fluff, gore, violence, humor, abuse of candy and horror movie cliches...
Pairings: Heavily implied 1x2, 3+4, 5+Pillow *smirk*
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue. College kids are like L2 kids; we got nothin'.
Notes: This may or may not be a mini-series, depending on whether Requiem snares me immediately again or not. This started out as a completely different fic (a horror one-shot, actually...) But it kind of changed on me. *heh*
You're not quite evil enough. You're semi-evil. You're quasi-evil. You're the margarine of evil. You're the Diet Coke of evil, just one calorie, not evil enough.
--- Austin Powers, The Spy Who Shagged Me
"If your friend turns into a demon and then suddenly turns back to normal, kill them because they are not fucking normal!"
--- How To Survive A Horror Movie
"Kill the person in the group who suggests that you split up. They will eventually get you killed."
--- How To Survive A Horror Movie
Things that go Thump in the Night Part 1
"-and then, it grabs you like this!"
Duo-fueled by extreme amounts of cheap Halloween candy-did a full-contact demonstration by taking a flying tackle at Heero from across the couch. His braid flew after him like a tail as he leaned forward without warning and bit Heero between the shoulder and neck.
"OW! Baka!" Heero yelped, reflexively shoving the American pilot roughly to the floor in an avalanche of blankets, popcorn, and Skittles.
"...and then you become a werewolf, too," Duo finished lamely, lying in a sprawled heap with popcorn in his hair. He glowered at Heero from under his bangs. "Why in the hell did you throw me on the floor?" he asked indignantly.
Heero glared back, rubbing his neck. "You bit me."
Duo grinned suddenly, sticking the tip of his tongue between his teeth, amethyst eyes shining wickedly. "You liked it."
Heero blushed furiously, still scowling.
"I don't like Halloween..."
"Maxwell... you are an idiot. That... was the most ridiculous story I have ever heard," Wufei announced matter-of-factly, sipping a cup of black coffee. He was sitting cross-legged against the side of the couch, eyes closed, expression completely and utterly unamused.
Quatre was curled up in blankets on the floor with a bag of bite-sized Snickers bars at his feet. Nothing was showing from the bundle of quilts but his incredulous turquoise eyes and his mop of golden blonde hair.
"That's not true... is it?" he asked quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows, scowling almost as deeply as Heero. "No, that's just a legend, Duo. None of that stuff is real," he added, voice stronger.
Duo looked at him, grabbing a handful of the popcorn that was still in the bowl...which was barely a handful. "It is so true, Quatre. Solo told me so. And Solo never lied, not once in his life," he replied, his voice slightly miffed.
Heero snorted back something that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and Duo glared at him again. Heero wiped the expression on his face after seeing that "no sex tonight" look on Duo's face, letting his own fall into a stony mask.
No help there.
Duo glanced at Trowa desperately. "C'mon, Tro. You believe me, don't ya?"
Trowa looked back at him silently for a moment, green eyes sparkling with a strange amusement that seemed almost chilling.
The lights went out, and a low howl broke through the stillness of the house, echoing in the halls and the foyer, reverberating through the living room.
Quatre ducked into the pile of covers and scooted closer to Trowa, closing his eyes tightly. The sound seemed to come from all around them.
There was a sound of a hard thump in the darkness. Heero's deadpan voice drifted through the deep shadows.
"That is not funny, Duo."
"Why'd you kick me in the head, I didn't do it, you moron! Sheesh!! The power must have gone off... asshole..." Duo muttered, hugging the bag of candy to his chest as if to comfort himself. There was a crackling sound of cellophane as he reached in to grab another handful.
"If you didn't do it, who did it?"
"How in the hell should I know, I'm not the only guy in here if you hadn't noticed!!"
They sat in the darkness for a few moments, just staring at each other as their eyes adjusted to the lack of light. A roll of thunder echoed from outside, shaking the frames of the old house, making the panes of glass in the windows rattle.
Trowa's voice sounded in the black. It was quiet, but in the still silence, it carried powerfully. His voice sounded strangely rough, hoarse and husky, like his throat was filled with sharp gravel.
"I believe you, Duo."
"Oh, don't encourage him," Wufei growled as he stood up in the darkness, grabbing his pillow and stalking off in the direction of the bedrooms without feeling his way around.
*thump*
Duo snickered evilly from the floor as he chewed noisily on a Crunch bar, glad that he had finally gotten some kind of retribution for being made fun of. Divine retribution, he thought, grinning in the darkness.
"That's not the hallway, Wuffers...that's what we common idiots like to refer to as a 'wall'..."
Wufei's voice was practically a snarl. "...Shut up, Maxwell." He stalked down the hall, closing his bedroom door behind him violently.
Duo sang softly under his voice, his tone sing-song and haunting. ~~"You hear the door slam, and realize there's nowhere left to run...you feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun...you close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination..."~~
"DUO!" Quatre buried down in his blankets, hiding. His voice was muffled by the covers. "That's not funny!!"
"What?" the American asked innocently.
Heero swung his legs off the edge of the couch and stood up, being careful not to step on Duo or Quatre as he did. "Power is out. We're going to bed."
Duo sighed, and there was another crackling sound as he reached back into the huge bag of candy. "But we didn't get to finish telling ghost stories..." he replied plaintively.
"We're going to bed," Heero repeated obstinately. Quatre could feel the warm weight behind that cobalt gaze, even in the darkness.
And he thought innuendo was supposed to be subtle.
"...Bring the candy," the Wing pilot added after a moment, and Quatre swore he could hear the smirk in Heero's voice.
Duo finally caught on.
He turned towards Trowa and Quatre, a dim form in the shadows. "Oh, right! Yeah, g'night you two!" He took Heero's hand as the dark- haired boy helped him up from the floor and the two of them headed in the direction of the bedrooms, Heero in the lead.
"Heero, that's a-"
*THUMP*
"I swear, you guys..."
There was a loud smacking noise that sounded suspiciously like Heero's hand connecting with Duo's ass.
"OW! Geez, what was that for?!"
"You liked it."
"...Bastard..."
TBC...
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