Challenge #4: Good Friends Will Help You Move A Body
Title: Good Friends Will Help You Move A Body
Challenge Word: "digging"
Author: inq
Pairing: none/ 3+2 non-sexual friendship
Rating: G
Warnings: slightly… scary? And of course, not beta'd... oh, and I exceeded the word count a bit... like 147 words? - sorry, I tried to keep it short! ^_^;;;
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Good Friends Will Help You Move A Body
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"Trowa! What-" Duo came around the car to see what had happened. "What the hell?!"
"Come on, help me move him."
Duo shook his head, sighing, but bent down to pick up the corpse before him, or at least part of it, when he realized it was too heavy for him. He circled his arms around it and helped Trowa shift until they stood.
"What now?"
"We'll bury him."
Duo stared at the man on the other end of the body, his eyes wide.
"How?"
"Easily." Not exactly comforted by the reply, Duo took the lead and started walking backwards toward the undergrowth. Staggering under the weight, they wobbled toward the woods the street was parting. When Trowa seemed to be content with the distance between them and the road, he let his end of the corpse fall down, belatedly indicating that Duo could do the same.
"I always come prepared."
In every other situation, Duo would have teased his friend, but now, that line worried him, making him wonder just how easily he could be divested of like that. Slightly disconcerted, he followed Trowa back to the car. It was already slightly disturbing that Trowa had two spare tires, a life vest, and canned food in his car, but the shovel and the body bag made it even worse. Swallowing hard, he grabbed the - strictly medicinal - bottle of vodka from the emergency crate and followed Trowa, who was already walking back to the body. Yes, the rubber boots, the garden apron and the shovel definitely gave his friend a frightening look. Quickly, he ran after the other man, his grip on the bottle tightening.
"Do you really think this is such a good idea? I mean, Rudolph surely has someone missing him. Don't you think that maybe we should report the accident?" When Trowa didn't answer, he continued. "It's not really his fault that you mowed him down. On a wide, straight street. In broad daylight."
Trowa huffed. "Rudolph. You just had to go and give him a name, didn't you?"
"Well, he sure as hell looks like a Rudolph to me. Excuse my boldness, No-Name."
A glare. A defiant, almost challenging look. A pout, countered by a stuck out tongue. There were only so many expressions Trowa could use on Duo that didn't provoke a fitting counter-reaction, so he finished their silent fight with a snarl and started digging.
Duo sat down next to Rudolph and opened the bottle of vodka. Taking a long swallow, he looked at the mangled corpse and sighed. "You didn't deserve a death like that, Rudy."
Consoling himself with vodka, he leaned against the tree they had dumped the corpse next to, waiting for Trowa to finish digging out a hole that was deep enough. When the other man straightened again, tired, sweating and slightly grumpy, Duo got to his slightly unsteady feet.
"Ready?"
"Ready. Get him in."
Duo nodded, trying to do as he was told. When Trowa had enough of watching Duo making grabs for the legs which always seemed to shift at the moment he was almost getting a hold of them, he jumped in. Together, they shifted the body until gravity did its job, pulling the corpse into the pit.
Duo stared down, frowning at the perfect fit. "You have experience with this sort of situation?"
"Quatre."
"Oh." After taking another healthy swig of vodka, Duo held the bottle out in front of him and poured some into the makeshift grave. "To Rudolph. A reindeer with a short, but surely fulfilled life… before it crossed ways with an ex-Gundam pilot who still thinks that the navigator system screen resembles a cockpit monitor."
Trowa shook his head and lit up a cigarette. After inhaling deeply once, he raised an eyebrow. "Ready?"
"Ready."
Turning, Trowa threw the burning match over his shoulder and took the offered bottle of vodka. Unaware of the flames shooting out of the grave behind them, they left the scene. They would have to hurry if they wanted to arrive at WuFei's wedding in time.
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End
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^_^;;; ehehe...
*cough*
I had those neat ideas for the previous challenges, but I never got off my ass to write them. I just decided to... well... show you that you really didn't miss anything, I guess. XD
It's unbeta'd, so most of it probably sounds a bit weird. ^_^;
Challenge Word: "digging"
Author: inq
Pairing: none/ 3+2 non-sexual friendship
Rating: G
Warnings: slightly… scary? And of course, not beta'd... oh, and I exceeded the word count a bit... like 147 words? - sorry, I tried to keep it short! ^_^;;;
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Good Friends Will Help You Move A Body
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"Trowa! What-" Duo came around the car to see what had happened. "What the hell?!"
"Come on, help me move him."
Duo shook his head, sighing, but bent down to pick up the corpse before him, or at least part of it, when he realized it was too heavy for him. He circled his arms around it and helped Trowa shift until they stood.
"What now?"
"We'll bury him."
Duo stared at the man on the other end of the body, his eyes wide.
"How?"
"Easily." Not exactly comforted by the reply, Duo took the lead and started walking backwards toward the undergrowth. Staggering under the weight, they wobbled toward the woods the street was parting. When Trowa seemed to be content with the distance between them and the road, he let his end of the corpse fall down, belatedly indicating that Duo could do the same.
"I always come prepared."
In every other situation, Duo would have teased his friend, but now, that line worried him, making him wonder just how easily he could be divested of like that. Slightly disconcerted, he followed Trowa back to the car. It was already slightly disturbing that Trowa had two spare tires, a life vest, and canned food in his car, but the shovel and the body bag made it even worse. Swallowing hard, he grabbed the - strictly medicinal - bottle of vodka from the emergency crate and followed Trowa, who was already walking back to the body. Yes, the rubber boots, the garden apron and the shovel definitely gave his friend a frightening look. Quickly, he ran after the other man, his grip on the bottle tightening.
"Do you really think this is such a good idea? I mean, Rudolph surely has someone missing him. Don't you think that maybe we should report the accident?" When Trowa didn't answer, he continued. "It's not really his fault that you mowed him down. On a wide, straight street. In broad daylight."
Trowa huffed. "Rudolph. You just had to go and give him a name, didn't you?"
"Well, he sure as hell looks like a Rudolph to me. Excuse my boldness, No-Name."
A glare. A defiant, almost challenging look. A pout, countered by a stuck out tongue. There were only so many expressions Trowa could use on Duo that didn't provoke a fitting counter-reaction, so he finished their silent fight with a snarl and started digging.
Duo sat down next to Rudolph and opened the bottle of vodka. Taking a long swallow, he looked at the mangled corpse and sighed. "You didn't deserve a death like that, Rudy."
Consoling himself with vodka, he leaned against the tree they had dumped the corpse next to, waiting for Trowa to finish digging out a hole that was deep enough. When the other man straightened again, tired, sweating and slightly grumpy, Duo got to his slightly unsteady feet.
"Ready?"
"Ready. Get him in."
Duo nodded, trying to do as he was told. When Trowa had enough of watching Duo making grabs for the legs which always seemed to shift at the moment he was almost getting a hold of them, he jumped in. Together, they shifted the body until gravity did its job, pulling the corpse into the pit.
Duo stared down, frowning at the perfect fit. "You have experience with this sort of situation?"
"Quatre."
"Oh." After taking another healthy swig of vodka, Duo held the bottle out in front of him and poured some into the makeshift grave. "To Rudolph. A reindeer with a short, but surely fulfilled life… before it crossed ways with an ex-Gundam pilot who still thinks that the navigator system screen resembles a cockpit monitor."
Trowa shook his head and lit up a cigarette. After inhaling deeply once, he raised an eyebrow. "Ready?"
"Ready."
Turning, Trowa threw the burning match over his shoulder and took the offered bottle of vodka. Unaware of the flames shooting out of the grave behind them, they left the scene. They would have to hurry if they wanted to arrive at WuFei's wedding in time.
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End
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^_^;;; ehehe...
*cough*
I had those neat ideas for the previous challenges, but I never got off my ass to write them. I just decided to... well... show you that you really didn't miss anything, I guess. XD
It's unbeta'd, so most of it probably sounds a bit weird. ^_^;