Beat of Destiny and other Drabble Shorts
Wayward Socks 1x2x3x4x5
Duo hopped around on one foot, sliding the white calf high
sock into place. Looking down in disgust, he wiggled his toes in the thin black
sock, then the thick white tube. He shook his head, eyes gazing back over the
pile of socks he’d pulled from the drawers. He could have sworn he’d
the top drawer, but he couldn’t find the missing three.
“I can’t believe this! It just had to be today didn’t
it?” He sighed loudly, sending a puff of air up into his already ruffled
bangs. It wasn’t like he didn’t own twenty pairs of socks, but today for
some damn reason, he could only find one black dress sock and a mound of white
athletic socks to wear out of the house. He thought about digging into the other
pilots’ drawers, but that felt almost like cheating in the sock game. If you
couldn’t find your own socks…
“Maybe it was that damn dryer monster.” Duo mumbled to
himself. “The one that loves to
steal your socks, leaving you with nothing but mismatched pairs, and handfuls of
lint bunnies.” His poor kidnapped...er...socknapped footwear was probably
locked away somewhere, with all the boxer shorts that had come up missing
lately. Three pairs had disappeared
in just the past four months. Quatre always said to safety pin your socks
together so when they came out of the wash, they’d still be together. Now he
wished he’d listened to the blond Arabian.
“Shit! I’m going to look like such a dork if anyone
sees this!” Duo scowled down at his feet, hoping by some sort of magic that
the white one would change. So far, it hadn’t happened.
“Heero! Have you seen my black dress socks?” Duo
shouted down the hallway, not daring to step out of his room.
yes\"> He could almost see the hard glare when an answering bark of
‘No’ came from down the stairs.
“Wufei…” Duo barely had time to say anymore before
his Chinese lover shouted back. “No, Duo! I have not seen your damn socks.”
“Well, fuck me!” The braided man snapped, looking at
the clock. If he fucked around
anymore looking for a freaking black sock, he\'d be late for the ceremony, and
would have to face the wrath of Une. Missing
one member of the Color Guard was not an option today.
He tossed on his pants, and ran down the stairs while
buttoning his dress uniform shirt. When
he reached the bottom of the staircase, Duo stopped dead in his tracks, and his
jaw dropped open in shock.
There in the
living room stood his four lovers, naked and grinning.
yes\"> Well, almost naked. Three
of them were sporting black dress socks over their obviously erect cocks.
“Now I know where my socks went to.” Duo half smiled,
not sure if he should be angry or quite amused by the little scene. “Why the
white sock, Heero?”
“I lost in paper, rock, scissors. Besides, white looks
better on me.”
“We had to get your attention some way.” Quatre
answered, his cotton covered hard on swaying as he walked towards the braided
man.
“Une called earlier. The ceremony was reschedule
yes\"> Wufei added, sauntering closer to Duo.
A smirk graced Duo’s lips.
It was time to retrieve his wayward socks.