by Hex
Warnings: Cursing, and Heero with strange stress relief habits.
"Kiss my ass." Heero growled and he kicked his shoes into the front door closet. He attempted to slide the door shut but it decided to jump the track it was on and it refused to close.
"Just fucking perfect." The Japanese man grumbled. He tugged on the door roughly, shaking it and cursing to no avail. The door was obstinate and didn't go back into the grove so it would slide shut like it was designed to.
"CLOSE!"
Heero promptly kicked the door as hard as he could. The door did nothing more then hang off the track and refuse to go back on track or close. Heero sighed and walked directly to his bedroom, house keys still in hand. Today had surpassed the realm of infinite suckage [1]. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong. He had been late for work and his boss had bitched him out. He spilled coffee all over his pants right before his presentation. He had completely messed up the presentation with a wet lap. Realized at lunch he had locked his keys in the car. He got stuck with the extra paper work to cover for whomever was sick that day. By the time he could leave the office he was paying an evening premium to get a locksmith out to open his car. Only to realize once the locksmith was there, he had left the passenger's side rear door unlocked. After having to pay the locksmith and driving home (complete with speeding ticket on the way) he had to dig around for his hide a key because he could not locate his house keys, which he discovered, were still sitting on the kitchen table. Having finally made it into the house he found the coffee table with his shin and now the closet door was broken. That was the end of Heero Yuy's ability to stay calm.
"FUCK OFF!! GO TO HELL AND DIE! YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Ripped through the quite of Heero's home.
The Japanese man stalked to his bedroom and stormed right up to his closet. He tossed clothing haphazardly over his shoulder grumbling as he went. Finally, after ten minutes of digging through clothes, he found what he was looking for. It was hand held and small. Heero quickly checked the sights and determined they were all right. It felt cool and comfortable in his hand. He loaded the gun quickly, taking more ammo with him and bounced merrily into the living room. He plopped down gracelessly on the couch in front of the TV still in his coffee stained pants and the rest of his work clothes. The remote was thankfully easy to find and he turned on the TV. He let a grin crawl over his face before he raised the gun to point it at the TV and pulled the trigger. The sucker dart landed square on Ross' forehead. He fired again and hit Monica right in the boob. Rachel got clipped in the arm and Chandler took one to the gut.
Heero rose from his seat and pulled the sucker-darts from the TV for round two. Heero released an audible sigh of contentment. Nothing helped a bad day like shooting TV characters with Nerf darts.
[1] I stole this from D, it made me laugh so hard.^_^
I *will* attack you all with a bunch of pointless ficlets!
I in no way want to imply Heero doesn't like Friends. It was just the first TV show that popped into my head. And really, there's just something really funny to me about Heero playing with a Nerf sucker-dart gun.
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