Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.
' Damn, what a miserable evening,' Duo thought, running through the woods on Earth. ' Why does it have to be so cold?'
It was a cold, chilly night, and every breath that Duo took stung his already abused throat. His lungs burned with every step he took forward.
' I wish that I was back at the safehouse with the other three, nice, warm, and safe...oh yes, I definitely wish I were safe.' Duo was on a mission, a simple yet dangerous mission--lose the enemy. At this moment though, the following enemy made Heero look like a saint.
"Baka! Come back here and face me!" rang out the voice of his enemy. Duo ran even faster, ' There is no way I will let him catch me!' Deep inside him though, Duo knew that he was the reason he was on this terrifying mission, a simple chore that had gone horribly wrong.
He called out to the follower, "It was truely not meant to happen. It's not my fault I can't run that damn machine!"
No words would change his fortune though, he was doomed to death should his follower catch him. As close enough to death anyway, for his follower had his katana drawn, ready to chop off his precious braid.
Behind him, was his once fellow comrade, a steaming Chang Wufei, white traditional clothes now were decorated a pretty, pink hue.
Maybe Duo should learn how to wash clothes.
This is short I know, but it was made a long time ago on paper. Strangely enough it looked longer back then...a mystery. Hee! Now you can't tell me I haven't posted anything! Yeah! Thanks for the birthday gift you! I will try to brainstorm and work on the reply. And maybe the redecorating one too...if you don't kill me for taking ages to write it.
Hopefully, it made you readers laugh. That was the goal!
Shrimpy
(This was longer than yours anyway lemming)