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"Shit."
"What do you mean, 'shit'? Get me down, Trowa!" Duo was starting to get agitated.
"Heero come over here and hold him while I get him loose."
"NO FUCKING WAY!!! HE IS NOT TOUCHING ME!!!"
"Duo, I've got to cut your wrists loose. The wire is starting to cut through the skin. You're in no condition to support yourself while I try to get your hair free. I can't believe she was using it as harp strings."
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!! KEEP HIM AWAY!!! I'll deal till you get my hair free."
Trowa sighed, but respected Duo's wishes.
He carefully checked the wire bindings holding the "harp strings" in place. With patient and well thought out motions, he started removing pieces of wire. Unfortunately, Relena had been a little wire happy. Somehow she had snarled hair and wire together in an incomprehensible knot. No amount of twisting, turning, and sitting back looking at it cross-eyed made any difference. It was quite thoroughly stuck.
"Duo, I think I might have to cut..." Trowa was interrupted by a panic driven scream.
"YOU'RENOTCUTTINGMYHAIR!!!!!!DON'TCUTMYHAIR!!!!!!!"
The scream was cut short by pitiful choking sobs. Trowa stood frozen with a set of shears in his hand.
"Don't...*hiccough*...cut....*sniffle*...my hair!"
Duo turned his tear stricken face to Heero.
"'Ro, don't let him cut it!" Duo burst into an all-out bawl fest.
There are those who say the Pilot 01 has no heart, no emotion, no compassion. Well, Who Town was wrong.
"Trowa, cut him loose and hold him! I'll fucking get his hair loose!"
"you're not going to cut it, are you?" Duo asked in a small voice, his eyes still wet with unshed tears.
"Hn."
"Oh thank you, Heero!" Duo's smile returned and the tears vanished.
Trowa gently removed the wire from about Duo's wrists and supported him as his body sagged forward. Meanwhile, Heero meticulously disentangled Duo's hair from the contraption.
"Hn."
Heero stood up from his completed task and brushed his hands off on his shorts.
"Thank you."
Duo now free from the harp frame quickly tore off his shirt and threw it over the side of the table.
"I don't suppose either of you have anything that I use to get cleaned up with?"
Trowa and Heero looked to one another.
Back to the hole in the SB-2 wall they went.
Spying the spring fed pool, Duo did a running leap and cannonballed into the water. Trowa and Heero carefully wiped the water from their faces.
"Baka!"
"Ah, soooo refreshing! Care to join me?" Duo looked expectantly at his fellow pilots. "No? Well, okay then. Can you give me some soap?"
Trowa's tiny backpack came back out as he rummaged through it. Out came a bottle of both shampoo and conditioner, a container of "Oil Olay Almond Oil" body wash with loofa Quatre's, he mouthed, towels, a brush and hair ties, and a set of clean cloths. Trowa frowned in concentration and continued to search the pack, reaching his arm further and further into the pack.
"There it is!"
Trowa looked up happily and pulled the desired item out of the tiny back pack. It was a battery-operated industrial hair dryer.
"My Hero!!!"