Be a Clown
Lucy-chan
One day in the Alternate Universe, the chibis were sitting around with nothing to do and they were BORED. In fact, Wu-chan was so bored he fell asleep. The other chibis now regarded him as an inanimate object, not a playmate, and treated him as such: they ignored him. As they sat there, He-chan got an evil look on his face. He pounced and very suddenly Tro-chan found himself on his back with a chibi on his stomach. He-chan said, "Twowa...why you looka like cwown?" Tro-chan squirmed (his arms were pinned) and said, "Heero...geroffa me!" He-chan moved and pointed a squirt gun at him. " You tell or I shoot!" Tro-chan hmmed and hawed and finally answered, "It's my mission. Doctor towd me so." He-chan shook his head. "No, no, why you LOOK like cwown?" Tro-chan finally realized what he was asking. "Ohhh, I get it now. Makeup!" He-chan thought for a moment, "Makeup..." then thoroughly soaked Tro-chan with his squirt gun. Tro-chan sputtered, then the two began running around the room.
Quatre-chan looked on. He didn't like discord; he preferred harmony among his friends. His blue eyes filled up with unshed tears. "You stop! We shouldn't be fighting, it's not wight! I'm gonna cwy!" Tro-chan immediately stopped and ran over to comfort him. He hugged the sobbing blond to his chest and said, "I sowy! I sowy! I 'top now!" He-chan, now deprived of his fun, set about looking for another target. Duo-chan began nervously chewing on the bottom of his braid, as he always did when danger (or Heero) threatened. He-chan pointed the squirt gun at him. "Noooooooo!" he yelled, and they ran around and around and around...and into the bathroom. The door slammed shut.
It was now quiet....a little too quiet. Until the giggling began. It was the kind of giggling that mischievous chibis make. The door opened...and out stepped He-chan. Except it didn't look like He-chan, it looked like a chibi that fell onto a fresh painting and then onto a pile of dust. He strode purposefully over to Tro-chan and Quatre-chan, picked them both up, stormed back into the bathroom, and slammed the door. All that noise woke up Wu-chan. He looked around, and saw none of his friends. He was afraid that OZ had taken them, and began to cry. He then saw the door to the bathroom shutting. Whether it was OZ or not, he wanted to be included. He ran blindly toward the door yelling "Wait fo' me! Wait fo' me!" He opened the door...and sweatdropped. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
There in the bathroom he saw four makeup covered chibis. Tro-chan, of course, looked just like any other clown. Quatre-chan looked angelic, as always. Duo-chan painted black squiggles all over his face and was trying to figure out how to open the lipstick. He-chan looked like a Picasso painting. The four painted chibis looked at Wu-chan, shrugged, and all but one went back to their painting. He-chan walked over to Wu-chan. Wu-chan sweatdropped; what was He-chan up to? But He-chan just wanted to give Wu-chan a little persuasion. "C'mon...you should put some on...it's non-toxic, Relena wears this stuff all the time!"
So Wu-chan sighed and decided what look he wanted. He made his face very pale, then darkened his lashes with mascara. He then painted his eyes so they looked more slanted. Wu-chan now looked like a dignified Japanese soldier. He put on his white robe, whipped out a plastic sword, and began doing ornate routines with it. Duo-chan and He-chan started a makeup fight. Tro-chan and Quatre-chan tested to see whether makeup really does come off when you kiss someone's cheek. All in all, they were very happy chibis now.
The scream that ensued shocked all in attendance. In horror, the now-scared chibis looked over towards the door...and directly at Relena-sama. What happened next was the biggest fight since the shootout at the OK Corral. As in the saying "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Relena-sama went against all her pacifist beliefs (and everyone's thoughts that she was a wimpy girl) and thoroughly beat up the 5 pilots-in training. The fight ended with the boys running for their lives.
~a few hours later~
The chibis sat in their cribs, still in a state of shock. The scientists had found them huddled together in a corner, wide eyes filled with tears. They were taken in, scrubbed, and roughly put in bed without supper. As they sat there playing with their toy Gundams, they were fighting over whose fault it all was. It was 3 against 1 for Duo-chan; Quatre-chan refused to take sides, saying it was "dishonorable and wrong." After a little while, the argument dropped. But then, He-chan got that evil look again and said, "Twowa....why you looka like cwown?"
