Far beyond the heavens and the reaches of space, Liahna and Europa watched the planets drift into the second alignment. "So when is this supposed to happen?"

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Quatre opened one eye and saw that Trowa was still asleep. He quietly slipped out of bed and padded to the adjoining bathroom for a shower. The door swung shut and the sound of running water could be heard beyond the door.

Trowa was snapped awake from a heavenly dream involving Quatre and some candied cherries when he heard a tiny ‘click’. The brown haired boy sat up and suddenly felt very… weird. Trowa simply dismissed as still being drowsy and pulled his jeans on.

He turned around to see himself in the mirror. Two large, pointed ears sprouted on his head and a large bushy fox tail, complete with a white tip, burst out of the back of his jeans. Normally, any kid would have taken one look and started screaming, but Trowa simply snorted with his usual, "Hn." And nearly broke the mirror when he heard a bloodcurdling shriek from the bathroom.

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For some reason, throughout his whole shower, Quatre kept feeling something fuzzy against his ear, but whenever he turned around, nothing was there. Shrugging, he stepped out of the shower and started drying his hair. He reached over the sink to wipe the fogged up mirror, and screamed like one of his sisters on that Cursed Time Of The Month That Guys Just Don’t Understand TM.

Two white bunny ears were now perched atop his head and it didn’t help much that he was the proud new owner of a fluffy little cottontail. Trowa took that moment to open the door. Time froze for an instant as both lovers got a nice long look at each other. Time unfroze and Trowa ran his tongue over his newly acquired fangs.

The little Arabian was quite a sight, completely wet, naked, and blushing a pretty shade of red. That and along with the French pilot’s very, er, tasty dream, let’s just say that his jeans were a lot tighter than they already were. Quatre backed away from the taller boy, clutching his damp towel in one hand. "T-Trowa?"

His lover grinned wolfishly and pounced. The Arabian boy scrambled out of the way and out of the room, screaming all the way. Trowa Fox crashed into the bathtub and let out a string of curses that would’ve made a drunken man proud. Still, he picked himself up and ran after his little rabbit, horny as Heero on aphrodisiac and not noticing said psychotic pilot’s puzzled stare when as the fox boy sped past.

Duo was happily gulping down his chocolate and banana milkshake and scrambled eggs when a small white and yellow blur passed by. He blinked and nearly jumped through the roof when Trowa, fox tail, ears, jeans, and all, came running by. He did, however, fall out of his chair. Rubbing his sore head, Duo simply plopped back into his chair and wolfed down the rest of his breakfast.

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Quatre ran out the backdoor and made a beeline for the huge forest his sisters called ‘the backyard’, knocking Wufei from his perch in a tree in the process. Muttering about the injustice of not being able to even meditate in peace, he stood up, only to be run over by Trowa. The Chinese boy lay on their dusty path, footprints all over his once spotless white top. "There is no justice… itai…"

Trowa Fox looked around and took off in another direction. He licked his fangs and grinned when he saw his prey cowering behind a bush. Quatre Bunny gazed up with big blue eyes; he looked like he was ready to either scream or run. Being the smart, panicky, not to mention kawaii little rabbit he was, he chose the latter.

Trowa the fox swore again when Quatre Bunny slipped out of his hands and took off deeper into the woods. The little blond rabbit tore through the bushes. After some time, namely two hours, Quatre Bunny got tired and curled up on the soft grass and fell asleep.

He was jerked awake by the wet kisses against his neck. "You must choose better hiding places, darling. You’re getting soft." Trowa growled in a low voice, almost purring as he licked his fangs for the thousandth time that day. He was *not* going to let his prey go this time. He was hot, horny, and really, really wanted to get out of his three sizes too small jeans.

Quatre Bunny blushed furiously and squealed as Trowa Fox picked him up and walked off to the nearest available bush.

There was much rustling, moaning, and after some time, a pair of jeans came flying out the bushes and beaned some poor innocent little squirrel right on the head. Not long after that… "OOOOOOOOHHHH!!! TROOOOOWAAAA!!!"

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Somewhere beyond the heavens and the reaches of space, Europa smirked. "It took all that time just to get his pants off." Turning to her younger twin, she added, "And it didn’t help that you fired the Buster Rifle of Love, Lust, And Complete and Utter Horniness TM on Trowa."

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Much later, as in 2:30 in the morning later, Trowa Fox carried back to the house a dazed, disoriented, not to mention thoroughly screwed over, Quatre Raberba Winner. He placed Quatre Bunny on their bed, still adding hickeys on hickeys. The planets broke out of alignment and Trowa’s ears and tail vanished, as did Quatre’s. The French boy fell on top of his little lover, snoring louder than Duo after passing out from too much booze. "Trowa! I can’t breathe! TROWA!"