Um... I promised to make this, so I did. If anyone wants to write a sequel, feel free. BTW, the names of the Iron Chefs will be in Japanese order, last name then first.
WARNING: Silly. Duo with a Chinese cleaver. Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada...
The G-boys were watching Iron Chef. It was a six hour marathon. Duo was clutching his cleaver, Heero and Wufei had their Morimoto Masaharu hats, Quatre was cheering for Sakai Hiroyuki, and Trowa had a little Italian flag for Kobe Masahiko.
"Yay! They picked Chen-san this time!" Duo exclaimed, waving his cleaver. The other pilots just groaned and tried to stay out of Duo's way.
"He is an insult to chefs. He cries at the mere mention of his food being horrible. He cannot take a little bit of critism. Did you see him when that woman told him his dish was awful? He cried!" Wufei argued. Duo just stuck his tongue out at him.
After that episode had finished, they saw a commercial. {{And now, we will be visiting a house with the Iron Chefs! The house that won the contest is: ~~~}} Their eyes widened. The address on the screen was that of their safehouse!!!
"Who entered us in that contest?" Quatre asked. Duo waved his hand. "I did! Woohoo! Cool, we get to have Chen-san cook for us!"
"No! I demand Morimoto-san!" Wufei hollared. Heero just nodded his agreement.
"Sakai-san would be an excellent choice. He has the best ratio of wins to losses," Quatre countered.
"Kobe-san makes very good Italian dishes." Everyone looked at the usually quiet pilot. "Trowa?" Quatre said. Trowa just smiled and pointed at the door.
*Ding Dong.* They all gaped at Trowa for a moment, then Duo opened the door. The three chefs and Chairman Kaga stood there in all of their glory. "Konnichiwa minna-san. I am here with my Iron Chefs. Choose one to do your cooking for one night."
The Iron Chefs looked inside the house, and had a collective sweatdrop.
"No! Chen-san!"
"Morimoto must do justice!"
"Sakai-san is a good chef, maybe he should—"
"Kobe-san should cook for us."
Suddenly, they all heard the clicking of a gun's safety being turned off. "Morimoto will cook for us." The other pilots just nodded at Heero's statement, while the Iron Chefs pushed Morimoto forward and ran for their car. Kaga stayed behind, but only because he was the chairman, and he HAD to do his duty, in his splendid cloak and frilly sleeves.
So Morimoto cooked a wonderful meal for the G-boys, who thanked him and let him go.
As Morimoto and Kaga headed for the car, they were greeted by the others chefs. "So, did you survive?" asked Sakai. Morimoto and Kaga nodded. Kobe laughed, "Good, because I heard they were terrorists."
The others' eyes widened in fear, and they leaped into the car and drove away quickly. As they drove away, Kobe's voice could be heard saying, "Was it something I said?"