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Quatre stumbled into the safehouse with a stack of groceries. Heero followed suit with more.
A pineapple scent wafted past Heero’s nostrils. Before Quatre could say anything, the bags Heero had held dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The sounds that followed were the click of a gun, stormy stalks in his steps, and a heavy groan.
Heero saw red.
“Are you okay? There’s no intruders in here.”
Heero’s wild eyes shot a glance in Quatre’s direction. His stance remained rigid.
“Who brought pineapples in here?” he asked with a laboured tone.
Quatre raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re referencing. Besides, I don’t see nor smell them.” His eyes closed as he reached for the fallen groceries. “Calm down, Heero.”
“The pineapple… Who brought the pineapple?”
Quatre shook his head. “Must’ve been Duo and Wufei fighting over the shampoo and conditioner again. They both had a-”
“Mission accepted. I shall kill them both.”
Quatre’s eyes widened. There’s no way he could. “HEERO! SNAP OUT OF IT! THERE’S NO REAL PINEAPPLES HERE!”
Unfortunately for the blonde, Heero fell into a mantra. “Must. Kill. Pineapple. Must kill pineapple. Must kill the pineapple Express… must-”
THWACK!
“TROWA! WHY?” Quatre was on the edge of tears.
An unconscious Heero laid cold as Trowa crouched next to him.
“He almost ruined the experiment. I made the shampoo pineapple scented so that way, Duo and Wufei wouldn’t fight anymore. If Heero destroyed what I’ve started, Wufei would’ve slashed Duo in pieces, and Duo would’ve snuffed Wufei in his sleep.”
Quatre shook his head. “I don’t wanna hear it! You’re all acting weird over a tropical fruit, it makes no sense!”
Before Trowa could interject, Quatre stormed out of the kitchen.
Followed by the sound of a door slam.