The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 20
By Moon Faery
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Quatre smiled appreciatively as he approached, quirt in one hand, probe in the other. "Thank you, Wufei," the team leader said politely. "That will help a great deal."
Wufei smirked, amused to discover that being hentai was... kind of fun.
***
GreenThumb Duo watched avidly as the vines moved, moaned and shifted around into interesting, viny shapes. He played with a long lock of his hair as he watched, absently letting it fall through his fingers and brush over his the skin on the inside of his wrist, his eyes never leaving the large bundle of sexiness that was Heero and Zechs. It was almost as if he was waiting for something.
Trowa found himself torn between watching GreenThumb and watching the vine-covered bundles which was Heero and the Rose Brigade Colonel. Both were entrancing in their own ways. Just as Trowa made up his mind to watch Duo, someone swept past him like some obsessed wind, bowling GreenThumb over into Trowa, who barely managed not to fall himself as the long haired mutant crashed into him. Whatever it was glomped onto the vines, clinging for all it was worth. Trowa's nose caught a vague scent of... McDonalds?
"Colonel Zechs!" Once the unidentified being stopped moving, Trowa was able to identify it as a female, presumably human, but after the way she had practically run Duo over he wasn't so sure. How she knew that Zechs was in the vines Trowa could barely begin to guess, except for the possibility that she was part bloodhound.
The pile of greenery paused in it's movements. The constricting vines loosened slightly as some of them snaked their way over to Duo and Trowa and set GreenThumb back on his feet. There was a muffled complaint from somewhere within it that sounded vaguely like Heero's voice. "Noin?" The pile started rustling as Zechs tried to again to work his way out of the bindings. "What are you-MMPH!" The rustling was cut off suddenly.
"Colonel, I made you lunch!" the obviously rabid fangirl Noin chirped, pulling the greenery aside carefully with one hand while the other balanced a plate of food, specifically a hamburger and French fries.
Zechs' voice sounded faintly breathless. "Noin, while that's very thoughtful of you and I'm -squeak- TOUCHED!, I'm a little bus- not there!" He trailed off into a moan, which did nothing to mask the distinctly evil chuckle coming from beneath him.
***
Colonel Une walked through the halls of the Hydroponics Laboratories, peering through windows at various projects. None of them were ready to test yet, but it made sense to only test one dangerous organic chemical compound at a time. Unfortunately, Une wasn't exactly what most people would call sensible, so she spent a good deal of her time exhorting the workers to faster efforts.
"Colonel," one particularly brave or suicidal) scientist protested. "If we do not take our time, who knows what mistakes we'll make!" He tweaked his mustache nervously. Behind him, his various assistants pretended to be busy. "For example, Project 6x01-03-02 is so incredibly unstable, there's almost a fifty percent chance of failure. That damned potato could be anything from an organically grown mutagen to the most powerful aphrodisiac known to mankind! Or BOTH! If you had just given us more time-"
"You had plenty of time!"
The good scientist tried another angle, unfortunately not recognizing a psycho when he argued with one. "Colonel, the risks of testing such an unstable compound without more tests are prohibitive to-"
Once again, he was cut off before finishing his argument. "There are no excuses!" Une snapped, eyes cold. "We have one month before Mr. Trieze is... no longer accessible, maybe even less due to recent developments. This project will be complete by then, or I'll have all of your heads." Her eyes narrowed, glinting with something that would have looked less out-of-place on a convicted stalker. "Both of them!" And with that she stalked out of the Hydroponics Labs. An evil giggle carried back to the frightened workers, as well as the strangely combined melodies of Taps and Here Comes the Bride.
***
By the fountain, Duo and Trowa were making an effort remove Noin from Zechs and Heero, but they weren't having very much luck. The girl must have had suckers on her hands and feet; not only did she not budge, but she also didn't spill even a single fry. Somehow, she had managed to reveal Zechs' white-gold head, and was trying to force feed him a piece of deep fried artery hardener known as a French fry, though why they were called that when they were neither French nor really flammable was a mystery. Duo considered using his vines to remove her, but there were only so many vines available, and he couldn't grow more without straining the plant's resources.
"Please, Colonel? Just try one fry?" she plead, eyes large and watery in a way that shouldn't have looked adorable on a fully grown woman.
Heero looked out from where he was trapped, eyeing the woman balefully. Wriggling slightly, he patted around, looking for his hairbrush, muttering under his breath. "Where is it..?" He had every intention of killing, or at least severely maiming, the woman who had interrupted them. Finding something that felt vaguely like the handle of his brush, he grabbed it.
Above him, Zechs gasped and jerked up, eyes wide. "That's NOT IT!" he moaned. Noin took advantage of it to shove a fry down the blonde's throat, not even noticing that the rest of the plate had been knocked off balance and had been saved only by a reflexive move by Trowa, who dived to catch it even as Zechs swallowed the fry automatically. The top bun of the hamburger was knocked a little askew, but otherwise it survived it's brief experience with air travel admirably. The French fries glistened with oil, and little grains that must have been salt. They were perfect, a little too perfect in fact. Curiously, Trowa picked up one and sniffed it, opening his mouth to voice his suspicions just as GreenThumb Duo finally managed to pry Noin off of Heero and Zechs. The mutants and the fangirl Lieutenant fell backwards, jostling Trowa. His hand jerked as he was sent tumbling, shoving the fry in his mouth.
Noin frown at GreenThumb, who let go of her almost as if she was sick with something horribly contagious before they even stopped rolling. There was something vaguely insulting in the action that she couldn't quite place her finger on. But he was dismissed from her thoughts as a startled exclamation of mixed shock and bliss came from the blonde Colonel who was trapped in the vines.