Trowa Barton heaved a heavy sigh as he stepped out of his car that was parked outside of the safehouse the pilots were taking residency of that month. He had just come back from a useless mission that had gone completely out of control.

At first the target turned out to be deceased. Then, later, it turned out that he has three sons who carry on his name: Junior, Junior Junior and finally Junior Junior the second.

And to top it all off, two of them have sons of their own who carry the same name as their grandfather!

It was one hell of a confusing mission and Trowa couldn't wait to return to the nice and quietness of the safehouse and get some well-earned rest.

When he reached for the doorknob, however, he stopped dead in his tracks and froze in place as he listened at the voices that were coming from inside the house.

Something told him he would regret ever opening that door, but the soreness of his body demanded that he did such a thing as it craved for the softness of his bed.

Taking a deep breath, Trowa swung the door open and entered, immediately releasing that breath in shock when he walked in on Heero Yuy who was blindfolded and holding what seemed like an animal's tail in his hand as two of the other pilots stood around him, jumping and shouting excitedly. Well, Duo did that, mostly.

He raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when one of the pilots turned to him and he suddenly found himself with an armful of Quatre.

"Trrrrowa! Look, Duoh! Ish Trrrrowa!"

He raised a second eyebrow and looked down in question at the blonde male that was practically snuggling against him. "Quatre? What's going on?"

A sound that sounded suspiciously close to a giggle came from his left and he turned to find the other pilot, Duo Maxwell, standing there, grinning wickedly at him. "Who knew Quatre would be such a lightweight at drinking, huh?"

Trowa glared at the braided male in anger. "You gave him alcohol!"

Duo raised his hands in defense as his grin widened. "Hey, they all agreed on playing a game with me. It's their fault for letting me choose one!"

After helping Quatre to the couch and making sure he wouldn't topple over, he turned to look around the room, finding Heero to be gone.

"Where did Yuy go?"

"Oh, he went to finish his mission."

Trowa blinked in surprise. "What mission?"

"The one that I gave him."

A frown found its way to Trowa's face as he wondered what mission Duo could have possibly given the perfect soldier that involved being blindfolded and holding what seemed to be the tail of an animal.

A cry suddenly came from the kitchen and Trowa immediately reached for his weapon, looking surprised when Duo started laughing loudly at the sound.

He was about to ask for the reason when a swaying Heero Yuy walked into the living room, the blindfold still on his eyes as he started talking. "Mission complete."

Duo gave him a thumbs up and suddenly started laughing even louder, pointing at a point somewhere behind Heero.

Trowa cocked his head to the side and nearly dropped his gun as, he too, started laughing loudly.

Behind Heero, crouched over and looking very, very pissed off, stood the last and final pilot, Wufei Chang, dressed in what seemed to be a donkey-suit, glaring dangerously at the braided pilot.

"I'm never, ever, playing this game called 'Pin the tail on the donkey' again, Maxwell!"