Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Wufei's Dolls ❯ *snicker* ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Wufei's dolls (Gomen, I couldn't think of anything else)
Author: Sekra (Pixie)
Pairings: Slight mention of 1+2, 3+4, 5+13+6, R+D
Warnings: Plain and simple stupidity. Little language, authors random......
*cough cough* constant acts of insanity, PWP, TWT.
Disclaimer: I'm both flattered and offended. I'm flattered that you may think
that /I/ own Gundam Wing *blushes*, however, if you think that I even /want/
to own a Barbie, let alone the merchandise, then you are sadly mistaken.
*sniffs indignantly*
Feedback: Yeah, always good.
Notes: Funnily enough, my cat gave the idea for this. Don't ask me how Kai
(the cat) can inspire me to write about Wufei and his obsession with Barbie
dolls because they have absolutely nothing to do with each other...........
*sweatdrops*

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Wufei made his way silently down the hall to his sacred territory. His
bedroom.
Making a quick scan behind him in case any inquisitive braided baka's or
uni-banged clowns had decided to follow him, he noted he was alone so gently
closed the door behind himself and locked it.
"Safe" He muttered to himself before dumping the several paper bags he had in
his possession down on the end of his bed.
Kicking off his shoes, he leant over the edge of his bed to retrieve a worn
black duffle bag from underneath it. With everything all ready to go, he
dumped the contents of both the paper bags and the duffle bag onto the
mattress.
6 Barbie dolls, 6 Ken dolls, tiny plastic packages filled with several shades
of hair, several miniature articles of clothes and accessaries.
Pride shone from onyx black eyes at the collection.

Several hours later................

Instead of pride, there was now concentration and frustration written all
over the Asian's face. His tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he
prepared to glue on the last fine golden hair onto the head of one of the Ken
dolls. The hair phase was finished.
Wufei beamed as his eyes fell apon his almost complete work.

Next came the clothes.
It had taken Shenlongs pilot months to find tiny mustard yellow sneakers and
a miniature priests outfit and as well as the countless hours spent trying to
find them, when he did, they did not come cheap.
He sighed as he thought about how broke he was going to be for the next few
months. Guessing he'd probely have to miss a few issues of the 'Justice and
honour' magazines he liked.
Pulling his thoughts away from his empty wallet, he picked up one of the
Barbie dolls of which had two large ringlets on either side of her head and
began slipping on the little Alliance military uniform.
Next came another Barbie, this time with its long blond hair untouched. Wufei
tried to swallow his fear as he slid a skimpy black dress on the plastic
figure (It took him a while to get the thing over the damn creepy eyebrows),
then quickly put the thing out of his sight before he tried to melt it.
Picking through the minuscule pieces of fabric, he finally found what he was
looking for. Trieze's usual outfit, blue cape and all, was lying before him,
only it had shrunk a little from its normal size.
Wufei suspected it was the last time Kushrenada let Lady Une do his washing
for him.
Looking fondly at the ginger haired Ken doll, the Chinese boy dressed the
thing as if it were made of glass.

Several more hours later.......................

Shoes.
They were the finishing touch and they were the only things left to
administer to the dolls.
Sorting them out to their owner, he felt like doing flips in the air like
Trowa, he was finished! After gruelling hours of doing things in the smallest
detail he was finished!!
Posed before him were twelve little plastic people in a neat row.
First, of course, came the representation of one Heero Yuy. The Ken doll
stood there, glued-on messy chocolate brown hair (Wufei had cut the real
Heero's hair whilst he had been sleeping) falling over his face and was
decked out in Yuy's eternal green tanktop and spandex. The yellow sneakers
giving the doll perfection.
Next to 01 stood the pilot 02, Duo maxwell. Since he would never cut the
other boys precious hair, Wufei had instead used a Barbie doll to fulfil the
role of his longhaired comrade. Simply dying the hair a chestnut brown, then
braiding it and melting the dolls plastic breasts away to make a flat chest
was all it took. The priests outfit was a little too big, but helped in
diquising the female curves into a male body.
Trowa Barton had been one of the easy ones. The clown getup was easy to find
and all he had to do was paint a mask on half of pilot 03's face. The hair
had been a bit more of a challenge; it was still far beyond him as to how on
earth Trowa got his hair to stay like that when Wufei himself had to resort
to using cement on the dolls bangs.
Quatre Winner, like Trowa, had been one of the easier ones to do. Although he
had to use a pink shirt from a female doll, everything else about this one
had been a piece of cake.
Wufei had done one of himself and was rather proud of the likeness.
Next to himself was Treize, the ginger hair and clothes almost identical to
the real thing, only alot smaller. Wufei had spent more time on this one than
any of the others. Also with the OZ leader was Zecks Marquise or Milliardo
Peacecraft. The removable helmet gave him the choice between the two. This
doll was his second favourite. The gorgeous platinum blond hair falling down
over the ex-Ken's shoulders. Wufei had also obtained both outfits, the white
one for Milliardo and the OZ clothes for the Lightning count.
Then came Lady Une's representation. Chang couldn't decide on which
personality to do so settled on a half way between look. Her hair was down
yet she was wearing glasses and she was wearing her uniform. He shrugged;
he'd seen the Colonel side to her more than the other half.
Sally Po was situated a little apart from the rest of them in her Alliance
uniform, right beside a Barbie doll representing Noin, also in her uniform.
Relena's miniature look alike was in that horrible blue dress of hers. Her
hair in her normal style with two plats meeting at the back of her head.
Wufei sighed, it had taken him /ages/ to do those tiny braids in her
dishwater blond hair.
The Chinese pilots left eye twitched as he turned his eyes to look at demonic
forked eyebrows and one of the worst gothic-tryhard dresses he'd ever seen.
These belonged, of course, to Dorothy Catalonia.

Taking hold of his Duo doll and the doll of himself, he pushed the rest aside
so he could begin.
"Maxwell!" Came the fake cry from Wufei doll's plastic mouth.
"Yes Chang? What is it you want oh perfect pilot of Nataku?" Was the reply
from Duo's plastic lips.
"Do the dishes for me will you Maxwell"
"Of course .................." Before the Duo look alike could compliment
Wufei more, the real Maxwell's voice was heard screaming out a glass
shattering "Yuy!!"
Two sets of footsteps came thumping up the stairway, followed by more vocal
protests. Thinking it better to stop a possible murder of the braided pilot,
Wufei hastily threw a blanket over his project and exited his room.

" Deathscythe is /pink/ and all you can do is /laugh/?!?"
"..........."
"Why the hell is it /PINK/? If you had anything to do with this Yuy...."
".............."
Violet eyes widened in shock." You painted my Deathscythe pink." He said in a
disturbingly quiet voice.
"No. You were the one with the hose."
Duo grabbed the front of Heero's shirt and pulled him close. "Yes I was the
one with the hose. However, /I/ wasn't the one who replaced the water supply
with pink paint. You were responsible for that childish act. You knew I had
to hose down 'Scythe from our last mission. So I know how you did it, but I
still need to know /why/!"
"Because you dyed all my tanktops pink. Fair is fair."
"I did not....."
"Yes you did. You put one of your red tops in with my load of washing. Which
the colour ran and now all my clothes are tinged with pink! I had to get
revenge!"
Duo threw his hands in the air. "Oh for fucks sake! Nobody is going to take
Shinigami seriously in a pink Gundam! And all because I accidentally dyed
your tops pink in hopes of you giving up wearing them at all!!" It was at
that point the American realised he had said too much. "I eer............."
"Yes! Perfect!..." Blue and purple eyes swung around at Wufei's outburst.
"What is perfect 'Fei?"
"Nothing!" Chang spun around and tore back to his room, in his haste he
forgot to lock it.

Shoving himself out of the way, he grabbed the Yuy doll whilst picking up the
Duo doll once again.
"What do you mean give up wearing my shirts?"
"Well, you look good without them."
"..........."
Wufei smirked as he made the braided doll make a flying leap at the Heero
doll, their plastic faces slamming into each other with Chang making the
sound effects for them. "Mmmm......nnnn.....hmm......."
"What the hell are you doing Wufei??"
The Chinese pilot jumped at the sound of Heero's voice, feeling a blush make
its way up to cover his entire face, he slowly turned his face towards the
owner of said voice.
01's face was possibly redder than Wufei's own, Duo's head was peaking over
the Japanese boy's shoulder.
"Not what he's doing, I think that is obvious, I would like to know what he's
thinking."
"Well......." Wufei sighed, there was no way he could find a way out of this
one. "I'm doing this because I'm sick of everyone around me, including
myself, dancing around each other and what they want to say! Trowa and Quatre
are so obviously in love with each other it's sickening and yet neither one
of them will come forward and do anything about it! The same goes for Relena
and Dorothy! And for Gods sake! You two are the worst! Maxwell, you follow
him around like a lovesick puppy and Yuy, just because you have the
reputation as the goddamn 'perfect soldier' doesn't mean that you have to
live up to it! The way you pine over Maxwell from a distance.......... Argg!
I cannot take all the fucking sexual tension, at least this way I can at
least pretend you've all come to your fucking senses!! Now that I have that
cleared up, go and fuck each other senseless because plastic Treize, Zecks
and I have a date!"
The two looked shocked as the door slammed in their face and noises began to
radiate from behind it.
The braided one turned to Heero.
"Shall we act out 'Fei-'Fei's fantasy or what?"

~Owari~

Now you know why the hell I stick to angst. This is one of those fic ideas
that should never have been thought of let alone written.
Especially by me. *Sweatdrops*
Sorry, couldn't help it. Muses got stuck on this and /refused/ to do anything
until I got this out and I thought since it was written I may as well post
it.
Stupid idea. *shakes head sadly*
Sometimes I worry about myself...............

~Sekra~