Okay! I FINALLY finished Part 2 of "Relena's Rooms". ::jumps around the room like a maniac::. It took me awhile because i lost my writer's motivation. Thats why i need people to write to me saying what they liked or didn't like. Firefly867@aol.com

Disclaimer goes here. Didn't create the series. Don't have anything more to do with the characters other than the fact that i write about them. Don't sue me. I would not like that.

WARNINGS : uh...HUMOR? (i guess that doesn't really need a warning) also Quatre gets horny. So does Duo. What will happen? (I'm pretty sure this is NOT a LIME!!!) READ ON!! That being said on with the fic!

"I can't believe we didn't water her plants this whole time!" Quatre walked solemnly with the other Gundam pilots. Relena's mansion looming into view. "She'll kill us if they're dead!"

"Humph!" Wufei muttered, carrying one of Quatre's large watering cans. "It's Maxwell's fault. He never could keep his hands to himself."

"It's NOT my fault!" Duo whined, the large bag of plant food hiding his blush. "How was I to know the stuff in the red beaker and the smelly black powder go BOOM when you mix them?"

"Baka, you wouldn't need to know it if you would just listen and not touch anything," Heero grunted, throwing a death glare TM in the braided boy's direction.

"You don't REALLY want me to keep my hands to myself, do you, Hee-Chan?" Duo purred, trying to balance the large bag of plant food in one arm, and rub Heero's thigh at the same time. Heero paled.

Two weeks earlier, the pilots had met with the scientists to discuss further mission plans when Duo's idle hands found the said chemicals and began to experiment. All five boys had been forced to stay for two full weeks to clean up the mess from the resulting explosion.

"We're here," Quatre stated, bringing the pilots' attentions away from Duo's playful hand on Heero's thigh.

"Relena said the plants should be the first door on the left in the west wing," Trowa stated calmly.

Quatre frowned as he opened the door. "This place is pretty big. How will we find.." All five pilots froze. Large yellow arrows were placed on the floor, leading down a distant hallway. Small sticky notes were everywhere. Obviously left by Relena for her servants.

"scrub me", "wash me", "wind me", "dust me" - the list continued.

Heero stared. "I think Relena's gone off the deep end."

The other four nodded before entering the large hall completely, shutting the door behind them. The resulting echo from the thud bounced off the walls and lingered for awhile.

"I guess we go this way," said Wufei, followed by the others as he lead the way forward.

They passed random rooms, many were decorated in pink roses everywhere and thousands of pictures of Relena. The boys paused at one room in particular. Heero gulped. The room was a shrine to himself. Covered with photos, artifacts, pieces of clothing, and, in the center proudly on display, the small brown teddybear Heero had given Relena for her sixteenth birthday.

"Yep," Duo said, breaking the silence. "She's a psycho."

The boys continued down the many halls until the arrows ended at a particular door.

"Guess this is it," Quatre sighed, taking the initiative and pushing the door open. Five pairs of eyes bugged out.

The room was a jungle. Complete with trees and vines. The familiar tile floor was replaced by a heavy brown soil, and their shoes sunk as they entered.

"Whaa.." Duo couldn't finish. The five just stared.

"Uh.. maybe we should have brought more watering cans," said an astonished Quatre. Heero sighed. "We might as well split up then. If we work quickly we might finish in ten years." Wufei started. Did Heero just make a joke?

"I guess you're right," Quatre sighed defeated. He had been hoping to finish early and have some quality time with Trowa, but by the look of things, watering Relena's plants would take all day.

The pilots each walked off in a different direction, watering cans in hand, sprinkling random plants as they went.

*******

Trowa walked slowly through the jungle, watering every now and then.

At this rate I'll never finish. He sighed.

"I guess a little nookie with Quatre later is out of the question."

"Why not right now?" a strange voice piped up. Trowa spun around twice before narrowing his eyes. "Who's there?"

Muffled laughter reached his ears. The Heavyarms pilot looked down slowly. Tiny flowers lined the path. Violet petals surrounded the flower's smiling faces.. Wait. SMILING FACES?!?

Trowa stared and the flowers began to giggle.

"Hello, Trowa!" they happily chirped. Trowa's eyes bugged out.

"You.. .you.. you can talk." It was more of a statement than a question.

The flowers smiled. "So can you."

"But I'm not a plant."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Plants don't talk." Trowa began to back away slowly.

The flowers shrugged, "We never have anything to say."

The banged pilot paused thoughtfully. "How do you know my name then?"

"Relena talks to us often. It's hard for her to make any normal friends."

Trowa just nodded. That explains a lot. "So why do you...."

A piercing scream sliced through the air cutting him short. He quickly faced about and began to charge through the trees in the direction of the piercing cries.

*******

Duo frowned. Today was NOT going as planned.

"Why does Heero have to be so practical all the time? Would it kill him to spend more than five minutes a day with me?" He turned, now facing a nearby fern.

Maybe Relena DOES have the right idea. These plants talk about as much as Heero does, and they don't pull your braid if you sleep in on a mission day and have to pilot your Gundam in your pajamas. He sighed.

That only happened twice anyway.

He began to get a sinking feeling in his chest. Only it wasn't just his chest. It seemed as though his whole body was being pulled steadily downward. Duo glanced at his feet. Oh, SHIT!

His boots were now almost completely sunken in the mucky soil and it appeared to be engulfing his legs at a rampant rate.

"Just my luck I've made it through wars and attacks by thousands of mobile suits, and it's finally some mud that brings me down."

He lifted one foot gingerly, causing him to sink in further to his thighs.

Okaaaay. Bad idea.

Standing as still as he could manage, Duo did the first thing that came to mind...he screamed for help.

"What am I doing?" he shifted slightly. "I'm a Gundam pilot. I should be able to get out this mess."

He began to wriggle around, trying to pull himself to safety. By the time Trowa found him, he was up to his chest in mud. Trowa stared.

"Need some help." Duo looked up at the sudden voice.

"No, I think I would prefer to die here with my pride intact, thank you."

Trowa shrugged. "Your call." He began to walk away.

"Wait! Trowa!" The braided boy began to thrash about helplessly. "Don't go! I was only kidding! I could really use some help here."

Trowa smirked. "Well since you asked so nicely." He grabbed Duo's braid and began to pull.

"Ouch! Stop it! Just give me your hand and pull me out."

Trowa grudgingly reached for Duo's outstretched hand.

"If you pull me in it will be the death of you."

Duo rolled his eyes. "Your starting to sound like Heero. Just pull me out." Trowa braced himself against a tree with one hand and slowly dragged The muddy pilot from the muck.

"You owe me."

"Yeah, yeah." Duo proceeded to brush as much of the clinging mess from his clothes as possible. "Lets go find the others. I am NOT spending another minute here in these clothes. Maybe we can find a way out."

Trowa smirked. "There's always the way you were just taking."

"Lets leave that as a last resort," Duo shot a piercing glare in the direction of the other boy.

*******

"I wonder where Trowa is," Quatre thought aloud to himself. He had neither seen nor heard any of the other pilots for the past hour and was beginning to worry.

They wouldn't leave without me would they? No, Trowa wouldn't let them.

A shriek from somewhere nearby broke the slight Arabian's thoughts.

Was that DUO?

Quatre began to run in the direction of the cry, when he tripped over a vine blocking the path. "Aaaaahh - huh?"

Instead of hitting the ground full force, he was now hanging upside down from a nearby tree.

"That's strange. You'd almost think it was a trap or someth - eeep!".

More vines had slowly crept up to the hanging form, and begun to wind around it.

This is not good.

Quatre tried frantically to escape, but from the position he was currently in, every struggle only allowed the vines to tighten their grip on him. He weakly cried out for help. Where was Trowa?

*******

Wufei was weed whacking in the brush using the sword he always carried with him.It's such a peaceful day. He mused.

Suddenly he heard a strangled cry coming from somewhere off to his right. He quickly lowered himself to a crouch. Sounds like a wounded animal.

The Shenlong pilot crept forward slowly, careful not to make any noise. He was not prepared for what he saw in the clearing.

A pitiful looking Quatre hung from a tree, upside down and struggling against a number of thick vines wrapped around his small body. The vines seemed to be moving swiftly, trying to choke the slight blond as he thrashed about. Well, it WAS a peaceful day.

He charged forward with a cry, and proceeded to cut the offending vines from the hanging boy. The vines wheeled back in terror, and abruptly dropped Quatre on his head.

"Ouch! What was THAT for?" a slightly rumpled looking Quatre complained as he rubbed his head tenderly.

"Humph. No "Thank you for saving my life Wufei?" No "I would have had a very untimely death if it wasn't for your saving my butt, Wufei?"

Quatre huffed. "Thank you Wufei. But next time you save my life, try to do it so I'm not left with a headache that will wind up killing me anyway." He winced.

"Nope. Next time you're on your own." Wufei bent to gather his fallen sword from the ground, when two figure's suddenly crashed into the clearing, panting and sweating like mad.

Duo shook his braid from where it had fallen in his face.

"We -(huff) heard some (pant) noise over here. Are you guys (wheeze) okay?" Trowa just stood there, slightly out of breath.

"Oh, Trowa! I was soooo scared!", a breathless looking Quatre threw himself into his lover's arms. "Those plants, they attacked me! They tied me up so I couldn't move! It was really scary."

"It's okay, Quatre. I'm here now. You - HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!" Trowa cried out as Quatre pulled them both to the mossy ground, before attempting to divest Trowa of his shirt and pants. "QUATRE! Not HERE! We ca - mmph" Quatre silenced him with a steamy kiss. Trowa pushed the blond Arabian off him, before struggling to his feet. Quatre pouted up at him from the ground.

"Quatre what's gotten INTO you?" he stared down at his lover. Quatre's eyes widened, then he burst into tears.

"Trowa, I'm so sorry! It.. it's like I just got so scared when those plants tied me up. I - I just wanted to JUMP you when I saw you!. I'm so sorry." Quatre looked down at his feet.

Hmm.Trowa thought. Quatre gets horny when he's tied up. I'll remember that. He reached down and quickly helped the blond boy to his feet.

"It's okay." He glanced at the two unmoving forms, standing off to the side. Duo was staring in wide eyed shock, and a small trickle of blood had escaped Wufei's nose and proceeded to run down his chin. "Maybe we should go before anyone else gets hurt." The other three only nodded.

Duo suddenly glanced around and realized something was missing. "Where's Heero?"

*******

Heero had long since given up watering and was now just enjoying the scenery. Hmm. Maybe Relena's not so crazy after all. It's nice here.

Needless to say, he was completely caught off guard when a nearby plant, swooped down and grabbed him.

"Whaaa.." Heero started in surprise.

The initial alarm quickly faded, and he grabbed his gun from it's place in his spandex shorts. "Die!"

He fired rapidly at the plant. It didn't even flinch before it tossed Heero into the air and ate him on the way down.

Okay. Heero scowled from inside the plant. Now I'm pissed.

*******

The other pilots had begun to look for Heero when a familiar voice came from a nearby plant. "OMAE O KOROSU!!!"

They barely had time to react before the plant exploded. Heero had used his portable self detonator from the inside, and was now laying in a slimy puddle of what used to be the plant.

"Oh, HEERO!" Duo was instantly by his side. "I'm so glad you're okay! Here let me wipe that stuff off you."

"Duo!" Heero smacked the braided boy's hand away as it neared the crotch of his pants.

"Sorry," Duo replied, though, by the glint in his eyes we know he really wasn't sorry at all.

"I think we should get out of here, a troubled looking Wufei commented. Between Trowa and Quatre's little encounter and now Duo grabbing for Heero, The Chinese boy had suffered substantial blood loss.

The other boys nodded. "Let's go."

At the mention of leaving, the plants surrounding the five pilots began to reach out slightly in an effort to grab whomever they could.

"RUN!" a thoroughly terrified Duo cried. The others didn't need any more encouragement. They began to crash through the undergrowth, not noticing as more and more plants grabbed for them.

A door loomed into view. With one last look behind them at the frenzied plants reaching after them, the boys pulled open the door and scrambled through, shutting it tightly behind them.

For the second time that day, they stared unbelieving at the sight before them. Duo was first to comment. "Uh.. where are we?"