Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, if there is even one, and the insanity in my head but…um…yeah… I don't think that you want that. But I would like to thank Chibi (known to you as Mother of Kiosk) for helping me with this idea. And to be nice, I won't go blowtorch her hair once more, duct tape her somewhere, leave her in quicksand or any of the other mean things I've done in her disclaimers. But that doesn't mean that I won't later.

Normal note here. By now you should know what "normal talking" is and what thoughts are. If not, I gave you a hint. Oh yeah, there's one more thing. Blah is where the scene changes.

Chapter 1

Heavyarms was the last Gundam to land in the hanger. The pilots had just gotten back from a mission and they were tired. It was a long battle that took everything they had so they were ready to hit the sack.

All the pilots dragged themselves to their rooms and were out as soon as they hit the pillow, never to know what was happening down in the hanger.

"Finally, I never thought that the battle would end!" exclaimed Heavyarms as he stretched out his arms. Out of all the Gundams, he was the loudest like how Duo was for the pilots.

"There was no doubt that we would win, the enemy was weak," said Nataku. Nataku was, just like Wufei, into justice and honor.

"Hey, is there any oil around here? I'm thirsty," said Sandrock.

"You're thirsty? At least your pilot doesn't run you ragged by pushing you to the limits all the time. I'd trade pilots with any of you any day," said Wing.

"No thank you!" replied Deathscythe. "I'd rather self detonate before I'd let that happen."

"Just like how you stop Duo from detonating?" asked Wing.

"And you wouldn't if you were about to self detonate? Oh wait, I forgot, you let your pilot detonate you."

Wing gave Deathscythe a nasty glare.

"You've been taking lessons from Heero, haven't you?" asked Heavyarms. "Pretty soon you're glares will rival his, not that it will work on me. Nope, not at all. Never will. Uh-uh. Never see me running from a glare."

"Will you shut up!" shouted Nataku.

"You're worse than Duo. I swear, I never get a moment's peace between you two," said Deathscythe.

Kitchen

Meanwhile Duo had woken up to get a midnight snack. While he was making himself a sandwich, he thought that he heard a noise coming from somewhere in the house. Letting his training take over, Duo moved to where he thought the noise came from, moving silently, almost like death himself.

When Duo reached the hanger, everything as it should be. The Gundams were as the pilots left them, nothing disturbed at all. "Hey buddy, you didn't hear anything, did ya?"

No response came, he didn't expect one. "Must be hearing things." Duo turned around, closed the hanger door, and made his way back to his room. Little did he know of what he almost walked in on.

"Good thing you heard Duo coming," said Sandrock.

Hanger

The next morning the pilots worked on their Gundams. Some damage had occurred during the battle but it wasn't that much. No one was talking while they fixed their Gundams unless they needed a tool someone else had. Correction, no one was talking but Duo, but he was only talking so he could hear his own voice and fill up the silence that would have otherwise taken over.

"So when is our next mission?" Duo asked randomly.

"When the doctors send us another one," scowled Wufei.

Duo blew a raspberry. If he had paid attention to the screens in his Gundam, he would have noticed a flicker on a screen. The flicker was Deathscythe's way of laughing when he couldn't outright.

When lunch came by, the pilots left for the kitchen. Once the door latched shut, the Gundam's eyes started to glow.

"Finally. I hate it when they stick around, giving us no chance to move and relax," complained Wing.

The other four Gundams smirked or laughed at Wing's expense.

Out of nowhere, most likely hammer space, Nataku pulled out a pair of face cards. "So what should we play today? Scum or BS? (AN: Scum is also know as Rich Man Poor Man as in Fruits Basket and a ton of other names.)

"BS," said Heavyarms. "You never play revolution when we play Scum."

"That's because it's too hard to remember all the rules," said Sandrock.

"BS it is boys," said Heavyarms.

Nataku growled.

"And girls."

All of the Gundams gathered around and Nataku started to shuffle a huge deck of cards that were about the height of their pilots. Nataku then passed out all of the cards and then everyone sorted their cards. After that a game started to be played.

"Two aces," called Nataku, setting the cards face down as she lied.

"One two," said Deathscythe as he set the card down on the 'two aces'.

Heavyarms looked at his cards before pulling one out. "One three."

Sandrock had the next turn. "Three fours."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say he was BSing us," said Nataku.

"Going to call me on it?" Sandrock teased.

Upon receiving no answers Wing took his turn. "One five."

"BS!" called Heavyarms.

Everyone turned to look at him. Wing then turned over the card he laid down. It was actually a six.

"I was right?" questioned Heavyarms. "I was just saying BS because I could. At lease I don't have to pickup those cards now."

Wing sent a nasty glare as he picked up the hand.

"One six," called Nataku.

Kitchen

Meanwhile the pilots were up in the kitchen eating their lunch and talking about how their mission went.

"And did you see that big explosion when the two suits crashed into each other?" Duo asked.

"Of course we did Duo," said Quatre before he wondered out loud "I wonder how much longer this war is going to last."

"It'll last until justice can prevail," said Wufei.

"There Wu-man goes again on honor and justice," said Duo

"Maxwell," Wufei grunted lowly as a warning.

Duo smiled. "Hey, why don't we head out to the arcade later?"

"What about fixing Deathscythe?" Heero asked.

"I'm already finished. I still can't figure out why the self detonate button doesn't work when everything says that it should.

"Maybe G dismantled it in fear that you would accidentally blow yourself up," Wufei teased.

This got a snicker from everyone but Duo who was pouting. "That's below the belt Wu-man." Duo then got up from the table and walked down the halls. He wasn't steamed or anything but at the moment he didn't feel like having company.

Duo walked down to the hanger to clean up his mess only to hear someone shouting BS. It sounded almost mechanical but not really.

Sneaking up to the door, Duo opened it to see the five Gundams playing a… what… a card game? He watched on in morbid fascination as the Gundams continued to play, not noticing that Duo was there.

"Two eights," called Sandrock.

"BS," called Nataku as she showed that she had three of the four eights.

After Sandrock picked up the pile of cards, Wing laid one card down while saying "One nine."

Duo blinked a few times. Nope, didn't work. The Gundams were still there playing cards. He then pinched himself. The only thing different now was a pain running where he pinched his arm.

This is crazy. The Gundams can't be alive, I mean they just can't. They're robots for crying out loud. Gundamium and wiring, they shouldn't be able to move without a pilot, let alone talk.

"Three kings," called out Wing as he laid his last three cards down.

"BS" came four voices.

Wing turned over three kings. "I won! Now if only I could win against Heero."

A thought then hit Duo. It made perfect sense. It explained everything. "It finally happened. I've gone insane." He then started to laugh. "I finally cracked."

AN: Now I somewhat have an idea where this is going but if you would like to suggest ideas, I'd be more then willing to read them. You never know, I'd just might use them. Reviews are welcomed but please keep in mind, I am a college student so I am busy (especially in my major where I have to do lesson plans) but I will try to update at least once a month, more if possible but that is only if I know that I'm loved.