Disclaimer: I know, I know, I don't own Gundam Wing, or anything related to
Gundam Wing (except for a few posters and figures) so please don't sue me,
I'm fifiteen and am broke 98% of the time as it is.
Tangle Talk
"Hey Heero!" Duo exclaimed bouncing into his and Heero's shared room at their current safe house, "Wanna hear the new poem I just learned?"
"No." Stated Heero flatly, not looking up from his laptop where he was busy working on a new mission report 'but you're going to tell me anyway' he thought.
"Well too bad because you get to hear it anyway." Duo replied, causing Heero to smirk slightly.
"Baka."
"Whatever," sighed Duo, "anyway, here it is..." he said clearing his throat, "One fine day in the middle of the night."
"Duo."
"Two dead men got up to fight."
"Duo!"
"Back to back they faced each other."
"DUO!"
"Drew their swords, and shot each other!"
"DUO!!!!" By now Heero was practically screaming his head off.
"Why Heero," asked Duo innocently, "whatever is the matter?"
"Baka, that poem made no sense at all! It was completely conterdicory!"
"I know, that's why I like it. Say, you wanna hear the full version?"
"NO!" screamed Heero whipping out his gun, aiming it directly at the braided boy's head. "Get out." he said coldly, his trigger finger itching ever so slightly.
"Alright, alright," said Duo, who was slowly backing his way out of the room, "you win, I'm leaving."
With that, he quickly closed the door behind him before he turned and run for his life out of the house and down the street.
The End
Authors note: Just so you know, this is actually my favorite poem, if you want to hear the full version I found of it, e-mail me at [email protected]
Tangle Talk
"Hey Heero!" Duo exclaimed bouncing into his and Heero's shared room at their current safe house, "Wanna hear the new poem I just learned?"
"No." Stated Heero flatly, not looking up from his laptop where he was busy working on a new mission report 'but you're going to tell me anyway' he thought.
"Well too bad because you get to hear it anyway." Duo replied, causing Heero to smirk slightly.
"Baka."
"Whatever," sighed Duo, "anyway, here it is..." he said clearing his throat, "One fine day in the middle of the night."
"Duo."
"Two dead men got up to fight."
"Duo!"
"Back to back they faced each other."
"DUO!"
"Drew their swords, and shot each other!"
"DUO!!!!" By now Heero was practically screaming his head off.
"Why Heero," asked Duo innocently, "whatever is the matter?"
"Baka, that poem made no sense at all! It was completely conterdicory!"
"I know, that's why I like it. Say, you wanna hear the full version?"
"NO!" screamed Heero whipping out his gun, aiming it directly at the braided boy's head. "Get out." he said coldly, his trigger finger itching ever so slightly.
"Alright, alright," said Duo, who was slowly backing his way out of the room, "you win, I'm leaving."
With that, he quickly closed the door behind him before he turned and run for his life out of the house and down the street.
The End
Authors note: Just so you know, this is actually my favorite poem, if you want to hear the full version I found of it, e-mail me at [email protected]