Chapter 1 - Donut Chronicles: 1
Submitted June 19, 2005 Updated June 21, 2005 Status Incomplete | Pure humor written by my older sister and me back in 2003 or something. Light hints of shounen ai. Heero needs his donuts and coffee. But what happens when he can't get them?
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Chapter 1 - Donut Chronicles: 1
Chapter 1 - Donut Chronicles: 1
Heero sat down at the table, contently drinking his morning coffee, eating a chocolate-
frosted donut, and reading the morning paper.
“Hn,” said Heero as he read an article on novelty mailboxes. Apparently you could get
your mailbox shaped like a Gundam. Whatever.
“Hn,” Heero grunted as he saw an article that the house two blocks down the street had
exploded. Whatever.
He finished his donut, and reached into the box to get another one. “Hn,” he growled as
his eyes narrowed. The box… was empty.
The unsuspecting Trowa walked into the room.
“Hn,” Heero said, an evil glare on his face
Duo bounded into the room at that exact specific moment. “Heero just said,” he grinned,
translating the Hn, “ ‘Buy me a donut or omae o korosu!’ “ He glared for effect
Trowa glanced strangely at Duo. He picked up his car keys, and drove quickly to the
nearest donut shop. Yup, even Trowa fears Heero’s donut deprivation moods.
He returned quickly with a donut in hand, which he presented to the Hn-speaking soldier.
Heero took the offered donut, glanced at it, and took a bite. He dropped the donut to the
table in shock. “Hn,” he said.
Duo, being ever helpful, told Trowa, “Heero just said that you got him the wrong kind of
donut and he is now going to rip your body apart in a horribly gruesome way.”
Trowa blinked. Once. Twice. Since when had Heero hated double chocolate? Seeing the
look on his face, Duo added, “Heero stopped liking double chocolate when he learned it
was Relena’s favorite type of donut.”
“Oh,” said Trowa. He glanced one way, then the other. He had to find an escape.
However, all escape was blocked off as Quatre and Wufei were continentally blocking
the two doors to the room as they entered said room.
“Better go get him the right donut,” said Duo.
“What’s going on? Who needs a donut?” asked Quatre, obviously confuzzled by the
scene before him.
“Heero needs a chocolate frosted donut, and Trowa got him a double chocolate donut,”
explained Duo.
“Hn,” agreed Heero emphatically. Duo chewed thoughtfully on the now not-of-interest
donut, mouth wide open, and crumbs everywhere. He could see why double chocolate
was Relena’s favorite. Except - they weren’t pink. He shrugged, then asked Quatre, “Is
there a such thing as pink chocolate?”
“If you have the money,” replied Quatre while Duo ate the donut.
So poor Trowa got into his car, drove to the donut shop, and bought a chocolate covered
donut. He gave it to Heero, who grunted a ‘hn’ in thanks. There was to be no killing
today. Yet.
That’s when Heero went back to reading his morning paper contentedly. The others
began getting their breakfasts. Heero brought his coffee cup up to his mouth to take a sip.
A few drops fell on his tongue, and that was it.
Heero glanced up.
“hn,” he said, eyes narrowing once more.
He was out of coffee.
frosted donut, and reading the morning paper.
“Hn,” said Heero as he read an article on novelty mailboxes. Apparently you could get
your mailbox shaped like a Gundam. Whatever.
“Hn,” Heero grunted as he saw an article that the house two blocks down the street had
exploded. Whatever.
He finished his donut, and reached into the box to get another one. “Hn,” he growled as
his eyes narrowed. The box… was empty.
The unsuspecting Trowa walked into the room.
“Hn,” Heero said, an evil glare on his face
Duo bounded into the room at that exact specific moment. “Heero just said,” he grinned,
translating the Hn, “ ‘Buy me a donut or omae o korosu!’ “ He glared for effect
Trowa glanced strangely at Duo. He picked up his car keys, and drove quickly to the
nearest donut shop. Yup, even Trowa fears Heero’s donut deprivation moods.
He returned quickly with a donut in hand, which he presented to the Hn-speaking soldier.
Heero took the offered donut, glanced at it, and took a bite. He dropped the donut to the
table in shock. “Hn,” he said.
Duo, being ever helpful, told Trowa, “Heero just said that you got him the wrong kind of
donut and he is now going to rip your body apart in a horribly gruesome way.”
Trowa blinked. Once. Twice. Since when had Heero hated double chocolate? Seeing the
look on his face, Duo added, “Heero stopped liking double chocolate when he learned it
was Relena’s favorite type of donut.”
“Oh,” said Trowa. He glanced one way, then the other. He had to find an escape.
However, all escape was blocked off as Quatre and Wufei were continentally blocking
the two doors to the room as they entered said room.
“Better go get him the right donut,” said Duo.
“What’s going on? Who needs a donut?” asked Quatre, obviously confuzzled by the
scene before him.
“Heero needs a chocolate frosted donut, and Trowa got him a double chocolate donut,”
explained Duo.
“Hn,” agreed Heero emphatically. Duo chewed thoughtfully on the now not-of-interest
donut, mouth wide open, and crumbs everywhere. He could see why double chocolate
was Relena’s favorite. Except - they weren’t pink. He shrugged, then asked Quatre, “Is
there a such thing as pink chocolate?”
“If you have the money,” replied Quatre while Duo ate the donut.
So poor Trowa got into his car, drove to the donut shop, and bought a chocolate covered
donut. He gave it to Heero, who grunted a ‘hn’ in thanks. There was to be no killing
today. Yet.
That’s when Heero went back to reading his morning paper contentedly. The others
began getting their breakfasts. Heero brought his coffee cup up to his mouth to take a sip.
A few drops fell on his tongue, and that was it.
Heero glanced up.
“hn,” he said, eyes narrowing once more.
He was out of coffee.
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