GW500 - 342 - drag, I Feel ... Pretty?
Given that today is 04/01/2012, it seemed appropriate to have Quat instigate some... fun. Not to mention that this bunny refused to leave me alone.
[Fic] GW500 - 342 - drag, I Feel ... Pretty?
Title: I Feel ... Pretty?
Pairing/Characters: background pre-established 3x4x3, hinted 1+2 and 2+1, mention of Noin and Sally
Rating: R
Warnings/Kinks: silliness, crossdressing
Word count: 1473
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I just like to mess with them on occasion.
Notes: ~ Thoughts ~
"This is fucked up."
Quatre smirked. "You lost the bet, fair and square. It's your own fault for not even thinking about possible consequences."
Duo glared at him. It was true, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "Fine, okay. But this is taking things a step too far."
The smirk widened. "Duo, the only thing it would damage is your ego."
"So?"
"Would you rather owe me the favor?"
Duo considered. Knowing Quatre the favor could potentially be a killer. Or... not. It was hard to tell. On the other hand, he'd just been reminded -- rather decisively -- that betting against Quatre was a dangerous gamble to take.
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
Duo gritted his teeth slightly. Quatre insisted on hearing him say it. "Fine, I said. As in: fine, I'll put up with this idiotic exercise you've come up with."
"Good. Now, you already know the terms of the bet, but, given the discussion we've just had, perhaps it would be best if I reiterate." The statement got him a growl. Quatre continued, without missing a beat. "You're going to let Sally and Noin outfit you -- and they've both already agreed, so don't bother trying to change their minds -- "
"Fuck."
" -- and then you're going to go find Heero. What you do after that, well, that's your decision." The smirk reappeared. "If you're lucky, you might get lucky."
"Wait, what?"
"Good luck, Duo."
"Wait, explain!"
"No. You're on your own." Quatre turned toward the door. Opening it, he cheerfully greeted the two people on the other side of it. "Sally, Noin! Impeccable timing. Have fun."
The matching expressions of glee on both faces made Duo wonder if he'd chosen correctly. Something told him that he was going to be on the receiving end of one hell of a prank. And it made him nervous. "Well, shit. Noin? Sally? Whatever it is I did, I didn't mean it."
They exchanged a look. "Noin," Sally was clearly relishing the opportunity, "do you think he means it?"
"Hmm. Maybe. It's hard to tell. But he definitely will once we're done with him."
And he couldn't exactly back out, either. "Fine, fine. One ground rule, though."
"Oh?"
"You do anything other than style the hair and all bets are off."
Noin eyed the length of his braid. "I think we can live with that, can't we, Sally?"
"I'd say so. You want to deal with hair or wardrobe?"
"Wardrobe. No way in hell I want to try anything with that. I've always ever had my hair cut short. You do it."
"Perfect. I feel the same way about wardrobe."
Noin laughed. "I should have guessed." She eyed Duo for a moment, sizing him up. "Hmmm. I think I know what we need for this. Back in a bit." She disappeared back out the door and down the corridor a ways, into another room.
Duo asked the ceiling, "What did I do to deserve this?"
Sally put a hand on his shoulder. "Besides prank all three of us?"
"Yeah," Duo's tone was dry, "besides that."
"Well, we're all sick of you pining away and not doing anything about it. It's kinda depressing to watch, you know."
"Huh?"
"Duo, you may be one of the cleverest people I know, but you can be incredibly dense when you choose. It's obvious to pretty much everyone but Heero that you're interested."
"And doing this helps, how?"
A smirk. "Besides getting revenge for a lot of those pranks you've pulled?"
Duo simply gave her a stare and waited.
"Well, I'm hoping it'll make you get off your ass and talk to him."
She reached for the end of Duo's braid, picking it up and running her fingers through the loose hair under the elastic. "I always wondered why you bothered with this mess, but I have to admit, it's gorgeous."
Noin knocked once and reappeared carrying an armful of clothes. "Right. Sally, give me your opinion. Which one?"
"Hmm. Not the red one. We'd have to improvise some kind of cleavage."
"Good point." It was promptly laid aside.
Eventually, only one outfit was left. Black suit pants, a flowy not-quite-blouse in a strange blue-purple color, and the assorted underthings and shoes.
At least he wouldn't have to let them shave anything but his face. A small mercy. On the other hand, he eyed the contraption with distaste, they were going to stuff him into a bra and falsies.
Their decision on wardrobe made, Noin and Sally pointedly turned their backs and told him to get dressed. Grumbling a bit under his breath, Duo did. Some of the items took a bit more effort to deal with than others. He fumbled a bit with the bra before he figured out exactly how the catch worked. The underwear -- purple and edged in something black and lacy -- he eyed for a long moment before he gave in and stepped into. The button up blouse thing and the dress pants were similar enough to his own that they were no problem.
Once they heard the cloth stop rustling, the women turned back to him. Noin grinned. "You know, Duo, you pull off the look surprisingly well."
"Noin... don't push your luck too far," came the growled response.
Meantime, Sally had armed herself with a brush and a handful of bobby pins. "Relax, Duo. It's nothing personal."
"Mou. If you're joking, that's cruel. If you're being sarcastic, that's even worse."
"Stop that." Sally pointed at the chair set in the middle of the room. "Sit."
"But--"
"Sit!"
"Hmph." All but throwing himself into the chair, Duo shifted uncomfortably, unused to the strange clothes. "Damn, how do you stand these things?"
Noin snickered. "It's not like we have much of a choice. I could ask you the same about certain other things."
That hinted at some interesting adventures. "What do you mean?"
"Nevermind. Sally, let's get started."
After some more discussion, they eventually settled on a style. Duo thought it was a weird idea -- they wanted to put his hair in a topknot and wrap the rest in a purple ribbon to keep it from going everywhere.
Once they were done, he stood, relieved. Surely they were done. Somehow, the style didn't look as weird as he'd thought it would, either.
"Oh, no you don't. Come back here and sit down."
"But--"
"Nope, we're not done with you yet."
There was only one thing she could mean. Makeup. "You're not serious."
"Duo... sit."
"Sally--"
She shook her head and cut him off. "You're not getting out of this. Hold still."
"Hmph. Fine, but keep in mind that you're racking up prank credit."
"Totally worth it."
Once they were finally through, he barely recognised himself. It was eerie.
Noin made him stand and turn around, so they could look him over from all angles. They shared a satisfied smirk. "Not half bad."
Sally nodded. "Right, then. Off we go. And no taking anything off until you've reached your objective."
Noin added, "Yeah, we wanna see Heero's face when he realises what's going on."
The prospect made Duo brighten a little. "Heh. Ought to be somewhere between blank and stunned."
"Oh, and one more thing."
"What now?"
Noin grinned, "You have to tell us what happens afterwards."
"Eh?"
"Quatre made us promise not to follow you any farther than that."
"Thank God," Duo muttered under his breath. Aloud he added, "And why do I have to do that?"
"Quatre said so." Sally nodded, trying to keep a straight face and not betray her glee.
Stifling a groan, Duo asked. "And why, exactly, did he decree that and not tell me?"
"To persuade us not to follow you."
About bury his face in his hands, Duo remembered at the last moment not to. "Figures. Fucking hell."
"Just look on the bright side, at least after this, we're quits until you start racking up points again."
"Bah. Next time you won't catch me so easily."
Sally leaned over the back of the chair, resting her crossed forearms on its back. "Perhaps, but that's what makes playing the game fun. You forget, I was a guerrilla for the better part of a year. I know a few things about tactics."
It surprised a laugh out of him. "True."
"Now. Let's go."
"Huh? Wait. What's this 'we' business."
"Duo, we're going with you as far as HQ. You'll need an escort to get in, the way you're dressed."
"Oh. Right. Forgot."
Sally nodded. "You'll want to get used to the shoes, anyway. You'll have to balance differently."
"They chafe. I want my boots back."
"Later. We'll put your things in your office, and you can get them whenever you want, once you've satisfied the conditions of the bet."
"I guess I can live with that. Let's get this over with."
[Fic] GW500 - 342 - drag, I Feel ... Pretty?
Title: I Feel ... Pretty?
Pairing/Characters: background pre-established 3x4x3, hinted 1+2 and 2+1, mention of Noin and Sally
Rating: R
Warnings/Kinks: silliness, crossdressing
Word count: 1473
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I just like to mess with them on occasion.
Notes: ~ Thoughts ~
"This is fucked up."
Quatre smirked. "You lost the bet, fair and square. It's your own fault for not even thinking about possible consequences."
Duo glared at him. It was true, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "Fine, okay. But this is taking things a step too far."
The smirk widened. "Duo, the only thing it would damage is your ego."
"So?"
"Would you rather owe me the favor?"
Duo considered. Knowing Quatre the favor could potentially be a killer. Or... not. It was hard to tell. On the other hand, he'd just been reminded -- rather decisively -- that betting against Quatre was a dangerous gamble to take.
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
Duo gritted his teeth slightly. Quatre insisted on hearing him say it. "Fine, I said. As in: fine, I'll put up with this idiotic exercise you've come up with."
"Good. Now, you already know the terms of the bet, but, given the discussion we've just had, perhaps it would be best if I reiterate." The statement got him a growl. Quatre continued, without missing a beat. "You're going to let Sally and Noin outfit you -- and they've both already agreed, so don't bother trying to change their minds -- "
"Fuck."
" -- and then you're going to go find Heero. What you do after that, well, that's your decision." The smirk reappeared. "If you're lucky, you might get lucky."
"Wait, what?"
"Good luck, Duo."
"Wait, explain!"
"No. You're on your own." Quatre turned toward the door. Opening it, he cheerfully greeted the two people on the other side of it. "Sally, Noin! Impeccable timing. Have fun."
The matching expressions of glee on both faces made Duo wonder if he'd chosen correctly. Something told him that he was going to be on the receiving end of one hell of a prank. And it made him nervous. "Well, shit. Noin? Sally? Whatever it is I did, I didn't mean it."
They exchanged a look. "Noin," Sally was clearly relishing the opportunity, "do you think he means it?"
"Hmm. Maybe. It's hard to tell. But he definitely will once we're done with him."
And he couldn't exactly back out, either. "Fine, fine. One ground rule, though."
"Oh?"
"You do anything other than style the hair and all bets are off."
Noin eyed the length of his braid. "I think we can live with that, can't we, Sally?"
"I'd say so. You want to deal with hair or wardrobe?"
"Wardrobe. No way in hell I want to try anything with that. I've always ever had my hair cut short. You do it."
"Perfect. I feel the same way about wardrobe."
Noin laughed. "I should have guessed." She eyed Duo for a moment, sizing him up. "Hmmm. I think I know what we need for this. Back in a bit." She disappeared back out the door and down the corridor a ways, into another room.
Duo asked the ceiling, "What did I do to deserve this?"
Sally put a hand on his shoulder. "Besides prank all three of us?"
"Yeah," Duo's tone was dry, "besides that."
"Well, we're all sick of you pining away and not doing anything about it. It's kinda depressing to watch, you know."
"Huh?"
"Duo, you may be one of the cleverest people I know, but you can be incredibly dense when you choose. It's obvious to pretty much everyone but Heero that you're interested."
"And doing this helps, how?"
A smirk. "Besides getting revenge for a lot of those pranks you've pulled?"
Duo simply gave her a stare and waited.
"Well, I'm hoping it'll make you get off your ass and talk to him."
She reached for the end of Duo's braid, picking it up and running her fingers through the loose hair under the elastic. "I always wondered why you bothered with this mess, but I have to admit, it's gorgeous."
Noin knocked once and reappeared carrying an armful of clothes. "Right. Sally, give me your opinion. Which one?"
"Hmm. Not the red one. We'd have to improvise some kind of cleavage."
"Good point." It was promptly laid aside.
Eventually, only one outfit was left. Black suit pants, a flowy not-quite-blouse in a strange blue-purple color, and the assorted underthings and shoes.
At least he wouldn't have to let them shave anything but his face. A small mercy. On the other hand, he eyed the contraption with distaste, they were going to stuff him into a bra and falsies.
Their decision on wardrobe made, Noin and Sally pointedly turned their backs and told him to get dressed. Grumbling a bit under his breath, Duo did. Some of the items took a bit more effort to deal with than others. He fumbled a bit with the bra before he figured out exactly how the catch worked. The underwear -- purple and edged in something black and lacy -- he eyed for a long moment before he gave in and stepped into. The button up blouse thing and the dress pants were similar enough to his own that they were no problem.
Once they heard the cloth stop rustling, the women turned back to him. Noin grinned. "You know, Duo, you pull off the look surprisingly well."
"Noin... don't push your luck too far," came the growled response.
Meantime, Sally had armed herself with a brush and a handful of bobby pins. "Relax, Duo. It's nothing personal."
"Mou. If you're joking, that's cruel. If you're being sarcastic, that's even worse."
"Stop that." Sally pointed at the chair set in the middle of the room. "Sit."
"But--"
"Sit!"
"Hmph." All but throwing himself into the chair, Duo shifted uncomfortably, unused to the strange clothes. "Damn, how do you stand these things?"
Noin snickered. "It's not like we have much of a choice. I could ask you the same about certain other things."
That hinted at some interesting adventures. "What do you mean?"
"Nevermind. Sally, let's get started."
After some more discussion, they eventually settled on a style. Duo thought it was a weird idea -- they wanted to put his hair in a topknot and wrap the rest in a purple ribbon to keep it from going everywhere.
Once they were done, he stood, relieved. Surely they were done. Somehow, the style didn't look as weird as he'd thought it would, either.
"Oh, no you don't. Come back here and sit down."
"But--"
"Nope, we're not done with you yet."
There was only one thing she could mean. Makeup. "You're not serious."
"Duo... sit."
"Sally--"
She shook her head and cut him off. "You're not getting out of this. Hold still."
"Hmph. Fine, but keep in mind that you're racking up prank credit."
"Totally worth it."
Once they were finally through, he barely recognised himself. It was eerie.
Noin made him stand and turn around, so they could look him over from all angles. They shared a satisfied smirk. "Not half bad."
Sally nodded. "Right, then. Off we go. And no taking anything off until you've reached your objective."
Noin added, "Yeah, we wanna see Heero's face when he realises what's going on."
The prospect made Duo brighten a little. "Heh. Ought to be somewhere between blank and stunned."
"Oh, and one more thing."
"What now?"
Noin grinned, "You have to tell us what happens afterwards."
"Eh?"
"Quatre made us promise not to follow you any farther than that."
"Thank God," Duo muttered under his breath. Aloud he added, "And why do I have to do that?"
"Quatre said so." Sally nodded, trying to keep a straight face and not betray her glee.
Stifling a groan, Duo asked. "And why, exactly, did he decree that and not tell me?"
"To persuade us not to follow you."
About bury his face in his hands, Duo remembered at the last moment not to. "Figures. Fucking hell."
"Just look on the bright side, at least after this, we're quits until you start racking up points again."
"Bah. Next time you won't catch me so easily."
Sally leaned over the back of the chair, resting her crossed forearms on its back. "Perhaps, but that's what makes playing the game fun. You forget, I was a guerrilla for the better part of a year. I know a few things about tactics."
It surprised a laugh out of him. "True."
"Now. Let's go."
"Huh? Wait. What's this 'we' business."
"Duo, we're going with you as far as HQ. You'll need an escort to get in, the way you're dressed."
"Oh. Right. Forgot."
Sally nodded. "You'll want to get used to the shoes, anyway. You'll have to balance differently."
"They chafe. I want my boots back."
"Later. We'll put your things in your office, and you can get them whenever you want, once you've satisfied the conditions of the bet."
"I guess I can live with that. Let's get this over with."