This fic involves a tad bit of Duo-chan bashing (necessary to stay interested...) and...Releena *major shudder* SO..Releena fans...Don't hurt me? And very very sorry for the sudden stop. I have to think on it awhile.

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Gundam Zone - part three
These Bishonen and the twit do not belong to me.
Pairings- *innocent whistle* Yaoi? In time, in time.
Warning- This one has NO plot what so ever... ~_~
Any useful morals of this? *snicker* Not likely..

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Place- GZone Theater
Duo walks onstage. It's clear he's sulking. Glancing back, he whines,"Do I have to?" Silence. "I don't wanna!" A script came flying out of the right wing, nearly hitting Duo. He catches it, flips it open and reads. Turns green. Looks up at the audience. He sighs. "Folks, I've got some really bad news. Releena Come-Kill-Me-Heero- Peacecraft is in it." He sighs and walks dejectedly offstage.
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Place- That large sank-with-its-own-zip-code-building
She woke up, happy from her wonderful dream. Duo had finally been burned at the stake, and her dear innocent Heero-sama was safe in her arms. She stretched, not noticing the way her overly frilly nightgown tightened around her shoulders and chest. She pushed the pink covers away and sighed. Today was the day she showed Heero-sama the error of his ways. And today was also the day that the braided demon be shown that Heero-sama was hers and hers alone. With a happy smile on her face, she went to her closet. She didn't bother looking in the mirror. Afterall, she was the definition of perfection. She looked at her clothing. Pink, pink, and some more pink. None of these rags would get Heero-sama's attention. She wandered back to her pink bed. Nothing to wear for her dear love. Her eyes glittered. Nothing at all. She got up and went to the mirror, still not really looking at her reflection. She looked at her lovely reflection. And screamed. And screamed.

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Duo comes out. He sighs hugely. "Due to the fact that we don't want to scare our audience away, we'll leave miss screaming Banshee and check out Wu-chan." He grins. "Wu-chan has a date." Laughing evilly, he waltzes off stage.
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Place- Another Large I've-got-my-own-state-sized-house (meaning? Quatre's home.)
"Wu-chan, it's not that bad," Duo commented. He promptly dodged the Brush of Death(Literatally). 'Wu-chan' glared, his/her brown eyes snapping in fury. "I refuse," Wufei growled. "You can't Wu-chan. You are, now, our only way of getting anytype of info from OZ. Think of it as an honourous mission". Wufei blinked at the rather large word. "Congratulations, Duo no Baka. You've mastered a large word," Wufei growled. Duo blithly ignored the insult. "If it'd make you feel better-"
"What would make me feel better is to be normal!" Wufei cut in. He gestured toward his body. "Four weeks, stuck in this..this body. It's injustice! Women are, by nature, weak creatures! And now because of you, I am one!" He glared again. Or rather, at the bag Duo had somehow gotten. "Here," Duo said throwing said bag at the fuming Wufei. "Think of it as a test, Wufei. A test of your will.." His voice trailed off, seeing that self-poccessed look gleaming in Wufei's eyes. He edged out of the room. Just as he got to the stairs, he heard,"MAXWELL!! YOU'RE DEAD!" He turned and yelped. Wufei stormed out of his room, welding a large sword. Duo, for once, thought and ran. Wufei hot on his heels, screaming promised painful deaths.

Two blurs streaked by Trowa and Quatre. Without looking up, Quatre chirped,"Check!" Trowa leaned forward to save his queen. "Check mate," he said faintly.

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Back at the Sank Zipcode building..
After screaming herself hoarse, she stopped. She stared at her reflection. This can't be happening, this can not be happening. She closed her eyes. If I close my eyes, it'll go away. She reopened them. Nope. Still there. Longish blond hair, blue eyes. A horrified young man stared, in obvious shock, at her. The mouth opened and closed a few times. Then finally, a clear...well. Semi-clear thought emerged from her trainwrecked mind. "Duo," she rasped. His fault. It was always his fault. Then another semi-clear thought. Guys were stronger than girls. And, they could get away with alot more. An actual crafty thought shimmered. She's get her Heero-sama back and get rid of Duo-chan in the same swing. She smirked, the look actually going with her reflection.

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Place- GZone Theater
Duo walks wearly back onstage. "Hopefully, I won't have to scare you with anymore of Miss I'm Queen of the World anymore." He pauses. "Which reminds me of an old movie I saw awhile ago. Some guy said that he was King of the World. By the end of the movie, he was an icy-pop." He walks back offstage.

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Place- The 'modest home' of Quatre

Wufei, after returning to his room, glared at the dejected clothing on the floor. A dark green color, that shimmered with a touch of gold. Even though it had dragons dancing gracefully across the cloth, it was still embarassing! He scowled darkly. There was no way he was going through with this blunt disreguard of Justice. But, if he did survive, it'd prove to that Maxwell that he was stronger than the braided baka. He had two choices. Throw Justice out the window and wear the clothing. Or throw Justice and Pride out the window and back out. Decisions, decisions. Without his pride he was nothing. But then again, without his Justice, he was also nothing.