"BAKA!! What the
hell are you doing!" cried Akira Toriyama (creator of Dragonball) and Yoshiyuki
Tomino (creator of Gundam Wing) as the authoress known as Queen_Daimao typed at
her laptop rapidly, causing the worlds
the two manga artists had created to spin and merge before their very eyes on
the pages they drew.
"I'm borrowing your characters for
a fanfic I'm writing! Don't worry, I'll use one of those disclaimer thingies!"
"But-"
"DEAL WITH IT!"
~*~*~*~*~*
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam
Wing, DragonballZ or any of the characters mentioned in this fic except Duo
Maxwell. And Pikkoro Daimao. Well maybe I don't, but I can dream can't I?
I do not own Hannah, Rowena,
Manisha or Katie; they belong to their own respective selves, as no one would
want to own them anyway. ^_^**
The hippies on motorbikes belong
to whoever wrote about them first, but I dunno who it was as they've become a
Dragonball slash cliché by now.
Also thanks to Hannah for helping
me with some of this when I got stuck. And then hitting me for calling Quatre
girly. Actually why am I thanking her for that?
The Trunks intro belongs to the Temple O' Trunks site.
Thanks Meri!! ^_^
~*~*~*~*~*
Scene change to the Capsule
corporation lounge, owned by the millionairess called Bulma Briefs. Despite her
strange name, and even stranger hair colouring (blue), Bulma was a genius. The
owner of the multi-national company, Bulma had built time machines, Dragonball
radars, aeroplanes, you name it; Capsule corp. sold it. Right now though, our
resident mastermind was having um… fun with her boyfriend.
"Oh Yamcha!" giggled Bulma.
"You're so-" unfortunately the poor spiky-haired Z warrior never got to find
out what he was, as what looked like a miniature whirlwind had appeared in the
room. "Wha-wha-what on earth's that?" yelped Bulma, jumping up to avoid the
streaks of green lightning that flashed from the tornado.
Answering her question, the
whirlwind stopped to reveal a teenage girl with straight blonde hair and blue
eyes. She was wearing baggy black cords, a khaki tank top, and a necklace to
strike fear into the heart of any anime character, a silver necklace that said
in fine-scripted letters, Author. Attached to her belt was a black
leather whip (^_^ how else d'ya keep those unruly fic characters in shape?) and
sticking out of her denim rucksack was a laptop covered with DragonballZ and
Gundam Wing pictures.
"Puh-leese!" the girl put a hand
over her eyes when she saw what the couple had been up to, and sweatdropped.
(Yep, its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! If you hadn't already guessed!) "Get a room
you two!"
"Get a room? But I own this
building!" said Bulma.
"So? I'm commandeering it for
fanfiction purposes. C'mon! Break it up! I've not got all day you know!" Jenni
ushered the couple out of the lounge, Yamcha still doing up his trousers, then
she shut the door. "Yuck! I hate hentai! Thank Kami that's over!" Then the
author sat down on a beanbag chair, (decorated of course with the capsule corp.
logo,) put her head in her hands, and looked thoughtful. She began humming to
herself. Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah!
That's it!" She pulled up the flares of her cords to reveal a pair of
glittering red slippers, and clicked the heels together three times.
Nothing happened.
"Whoops! Wrong show!" Jenni
clicked her fingers, and the slippers changed back to her usual pair of blue
Skechers.
She then got out her whip, and
flicked it onto the floor three times.
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
Where before there had been an
empty room, there were now two shocked OZ employees,
one blinking ambassador's
daughter,
one angry girl with strange (and
downright scary!) eyebrows,
five dazed Gundam pilots,
and a few fading flashes of the
same green lightning as before.
Of course, the ever articulate Duo
Maxwell was the first to make his presence heard.
"Alright! It's Jen!"
*BANG!* that was the sound of
Wufei hitting his head against the wall.
"Oh no, not her again!" said
Dorothy.
"I second that statement!" shouted
Trowa. "Last time she made me a Pokémon fan!"
"Ooooh, the power!"
the author acquired a manic glint in her eye and clicked her fingers again.
Trowa was now standing in a full Ash outfit, complete with cap, jacket and
Pokéball.
He sweatdropped. "I knew I
shouldn't have said anything."
"Don't worry, I'm not that cruel."
Jenni clicked her fingers yet again and Trowa was back to his usual self again.
Well, apart from a picture of a certain furry yellow rat sewn on the back of
his jumper, but nobody dared risk the author's wrath by pointing that out.
"So, uh… I'm guessing it's about
time for another fic then." Said Quatre gloomily.
"Oh don't sound so upset about!"
said the author. "I've not even started yet!"
Heero, anticipating what was to
come, searched for his self-destruct button. Then, realizing he hadn't had one
installed on himself, only on Wing Zero, he reached for his gun instead.
Relina took the gun away, quite a
brave thing to do actually when faced with the 'Perfect Soldier', and scolded
Heero. "No suicide attempts Heero! You tried enough times when I first met
you!"
"When he first met Relina…"
muttered Duo. "Wonder why that was?"
Relina managed quite a good
imitation of Heero's patented Deathglare™(excuse me? Who's patented
Deathglare™?? – kt) Though nothing is ever quite as good as the real thing it
still made the Deathscythe pilot cringe.
Zechs tapped his little sister on
the shoulder, saving Duo from further misery. "Relina? Why is everyone suddenly
scared of this fanfic author? I thought the Gundam pilots were mean to be quite
tough!"
"You mean you've never been in one
of her fics before?"
"No, me neither." Said Noin.
Wufei had stopped banging his head
on the wall and had given in to the inevitability of being in this fic. "Boy
are you in for a surprise!"
"Guys!! Wouldya just shut up for
one second please! I'm trying to concentrate!" The author shouted.
For one blissful moment, the room
was silent.
"One second's over!" piped up Duo.
"Soooo, whatchu concentrating on, anyway?"
After deciding not to strangle Duo
because it would be a lot more satisfying watching her other favourite
anime character (Pikkoro) strangle this favourite anime character, Jenni
again cracked her trusty whip and green lightning filled the air.
*CRACK*
~Bzt~
"Yaow! That hurt!!" Zechs took off
his metal helmet that the lightning had just been attracted to. His usually
straight white hair was sticking up from his head and a burning smell filled
the air.
"I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!!!
Using magic fanfic author powers isn't easy you know!!"
"But…" Zechs sniffed. "It hurt!"
"Wimp!" said the author.
"Awww…" said Lieutenant Noin.
"Don't worry Zechsy, I'll make it all better." Zechs sniffed and went to sit in
Noin's lap. The Gundam characters stared.
"Zechsy?" gagged Jenni, before
going back to her whip.
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
Four Saiyans,
Two evil androids,
One talking cat,
One kissing couple,
One furious Z fighter's wife,
And one *coughsexycough* green
alien later, the Z warriors (and some) had arrived!! (A/N Don't flame me, I'm
missing out Tenshinhan, Chaozu and Kuririn because they're, well…boring!)
Bulma rolled her eyes when she saw
the author, "Not you again!" Yamcha hastily hid a can of whipped cream and
edged away from Bulma with a guilty expression on his face.
Chi-chi cooed, made general noises
of happiness and went to hug Bulma. "I didn't know you and Yamcha were seeing
each other again! Congratulations!"
Bulma gasped for air. "Help!
Gohan! Get your mum off me!"
"Uh…" Gohan looked bewildered.
"Oh, I know what to do. Hey mum! I forgot to do my homework last night!"
"Not…working!" Gasped Bulma.
"-because I walked in on Kuririn
and Master Roshi watching porn movies!"
Chi-chi dropped Bulma instantly
and looked for the two unfortunate Z fighters. Fortunately for them, they
weren't there. Thwarted in her revenge attempt, Chi-chi looked around for
someone else to inflict pain on.
Her gaze stopped on the Gundam
gang and the author.
"Who are you weirdoes then?
"Well they're from Gundam Wing-"
began Goku. "But-"
"You watch Gundam Wing?" asked
Jenni disbelievingly.
"Cool!!" said Duo.
"It's not that much of a
compliment," said Goku's son, Gohan. "He also watches Survivor, Digimon, Ricki
Lake and the Three stooges!"
Jenni growled, "Don't you dare
insult Gundam Wing!"
"But who's she?" asked Goku.
Vegeta saw the author and groaned.
(Hee hee, anyone else read my 'Why Vegeta should die' fic?)
Pikkoro put his head in his hands.
"You don't want to know."
"But I got a restraining order
against her!" cried the hunky Android 17.
"So did I." Said the Namek.
Hearing the sound of Pikkoro's
voice, Jenni smirked evilly. Remembering her anger at Duo, she pointed at the
offending pilot. "Pikkoro, kill!"
The Namek's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yep!"
Covering the distance between
himself and the oblivious pilot in an instance, Pikkoro then lifted Duo a good two
feet off the ground and proceeded to strangle him. Slowly. ^_^
"You know…" said the author
thoughtfully. "There's only one more thing this party needs…"
*CRACK*
"G-g-gl-" came the sounds from the corner where Duo was being
strangled.
"I told you to shut up!" said
Jenni. "Would you like me to set Vegeta on you as well?"
Vegeta smirked.
"G-g-gomen nasai!" squeaked Duo.
"Huh?" The author's Japanese
wasn't that good, and as there were twenty anime characters in the room
with her, she decided not to bother with her phrasebook. (Isn't it strange how
people on FF.net automatically assume that anime characters speak Japanese?)
Pikkoro answered her. "He said
sorry."
"Oh." Jenni looked disappointed,
this had ruined her fun somewhat. She sighed. "Let him go then."
Pikkoro dropped Duo with a crash.
"Ow!" Duo rubbed his sore neck,
then looked up at the scowling Namek. "Eep!!" He cowered and ran behind the
couch that the author was sitting on.
"Shut up." Said Jenni.
"But I didn't-"
"You were thinking about it."
"Grumblegrumble."
"Duo!!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Thank you!"
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
As suddenly as the other
characters had appeared, now there were four teenage girls staring around in
wonder at their new surroundings, among other things.
"Quatre!!" squeaked Hannah
excitedly, before leaping onto the…ah…delicate *coughgirlycough* Gundam pilot's
lap, narrowly avoiding squashing him. Silence reigned in the room and Hannah
looked up to see she was being gawked at. "What?"
"Urghk!" said Quatre.
"See?" said Hannah happily. "He's
pleased to see me too!"
Sweatdrop anyone? Honestly, we
have plenty to go around.
"Jenni, please don't tell me we're
in another of your stories!" said Manisha pleadingly
"No, her favourite anime
characters just popped round for a visit. Of course we're in her story. AGAIN."
Said Rowena.
"Well you guys just mean so much
to me I can't resist writing about you."
"What are friends for?" asked
Katie with enough sarcasm to power a Gundam. "So where's Draco?"
"This is just an anime fic this
time. Sorry!"
This admission was met with a
chorus of dismay.
"So no Draco? What am I going to
do for fun?" asked Katie.
"Awwww!!! Does that mean no
Westlife either?" Rowena sounded really upset.
Katie growled at the mention of the
boyband.
"I want Draco!" shouted Manisha.
"Aw, shut up." Hannah said. "He's
not that great."
Katie and Manisha turned and
Deathglared at Hannah.
"Yikes!" squeaked Hannah before
running away to hide behind Quatre who did all he could to look threatening.
And failed.
Jenni tried to head off the
carnage. "Well seeing as Draco isn't here why don't you pick an anime
character?"
Jenni paused thoughtfully. "As
long as you don't have…" she ticked the unlucky bishonen off on her fingers.
"Pikkoro," the Namek jumped. "Duo," Behind the couch, Duo swallowed nervously.
"Seventeen," The android winced.
Android 18 glared. "He's mine!"
"*coughincestcough*" muttered Hannah.
Eighteen's eyes flashed
threateningly.
"Quatre, Zechs, Vegeta and Goku!"
continued the author.
"Whaaa?!" Hannah squawked.
Noin's fingers edged towards her
gun.
Vegeta looked very, VERY afraid.
And Chi chi hit Goku with her
frying pan.
Jenni held her hands up
innocently, "Only kidding!" She grinned evilly. "Though I've always had a kinda
thing for Wufei…"
Katie looked extremely unhappy and
crossed her arms, glaring at Jenni. "That's not fair!" She whined.
"Ha! I knew it!" Jenni cried
triumphantly.
"Knew what?" Katie asked with
feigned innocence.
"Ever since I lent you that comic
you've been obsessed!" Jenni said.
"Yeah, They've both got the same
manic glint in their eyes when they wanna kill someone!" Hannah called over
Quatre's shoulder.
Katie acquired the aforementioned
glint in her eyes..
"Sorry!" Hannah squeaked and
retreated behind Quatre once more.
"Just because I said Wufei was my
favourite character, it doesn't mean I fancy him or anything stupid like that!"
Katie protested.
Wufei began, "INJUS-"
"Don't even think about it!"
Shouted Jenni, brandishing her whip.
"Admit it Katie!" cried Hannah,
having regained enough courage to leave the safety of Quatre's manly, menacing
presence. "You know you're obsessed!"
"The only reason I'd be obsessed
with that thing is if it bleached it's hair blonde and called itself
Draco!!!" Katie yelled.
"INJUSTICE!!!!!!!!" Wufei shouted
back.
"Now I've warned you about that…"
Jenni said menacingly. She cracked her whip.
*CRACK*
Wufei's hair turned blonde and
very Draco-ish. He was also wearing a 'My name is Draco, have a nice day!'
badge.
Katie's eyes lit up, "Oooh!"
"INJUSTICE!!!"
"Do doo, de do doo!" Katie sang
the BN biscuit song, (otherwise known as Phenomenon - Hannah)
"INJUSTICE!!!"
"Do doo de do!"
"You realize," began Rowena
sardonically, "She's gonna sing that every time you say injustice."
"Do do de do!!"
"See?"
Wufei seemed to give up, and
muttered something unintelligible. It was left to the imagination to discover
whether he would have felt the same way had someone given him a mirror.
Manisha whined. "I want Draco
too!"
The author groaned. "Choose
someone to make into Draco then."
All males in the room cringed as
Manisha searched for a suitable candidate. Her gaze stopped on Trowa.
"I'd choose him, but I don't like
the furry yellow thing."
"Actually I've always found
Trowa's Pokémon obsession kinda appealing!" admitted Quatre.
For once in her life, Hannah was
speechless.
As was the author (Friends of
author reading fic – Jen? Speechless? Really?) and all of the other fanfiction
characters in the room.
Trowa finally managed to get over
his shock. "Quatre, what did I say about mentioning our relationship in
public?"
"Sorry Trowa."
Hannah looked shocked, then turned
to the author. "I thought you didn't like yaoi!"
"Aw c'mon, you can't have a Gundam
humour fic without some Quatre and Trowa romance!"
"I could say the same about Heero
and Duo fics!"
"Eeeewww!" said Relina and Duo.
Heero just glared, but I'd have said his fingers edged towards his gun…if I
knew where he kept it…after all, he only wears a tank top and spandex shorts…ugh…don't
wanna think about it, really!
Hannah continued her ranting. "And
I bet there's people in Dragonball who get slashed and you don't like it so
don't insult my poor little Quatre like that!"
Right on cue, the hippies on
motorbikes came riding into the room, (Gundam ppl, don't ask, it's a Dragonball
slash thing!)
"Hey look! There's Vegeta and
Goku! They're in the same room together! They're in a fic together! That must
mean they're *drumroll* gay together! Hooray!"
One put a flower garland around
Vegeta's neck. "Peace out maaaannnn!!"
Vegeta looked helplessly at
Kakorott, uh, I mean Goku, who was also suffering the same treatment, (damn you
Vegeta, you've got me saying Kakorott now! Or maybe I'm a Saiyan in disguise!
A…Secret Saiyan! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! *ahem* anyway…) "Do you wanna do the
honours Kakorott or shall I?"
"Let's both do it."
"Okay." A rare smile showed on
Vegeta's face, the one reserved for an anticipated massacre.
"Wow!" said one of the hippies.
"They agreed on something! That must mean they're- *urghk!*
"Now they're going to 'do the
honours!" said another joyfully. "Make love not war maaaaannnn! *urghk*
Ya know? I never knew Flower
garlands were such an effective weapon! Nor Tipex. (Don't ask; just trust me
when I say Tipex fights are fun! Try it during maths class sometime.)
"And after that enlightening experience…" said Jenni, as everyone
watched Vegeta and Goku tip the limp bodies of the hippies down the trash
chute.
"See?" said Hannah. "You don't
like Dragonball yaoi!"
Doesn't Dorothy always just know
exactly the right thing to say? "You don't like Pikkoro and Gohan yaoi either,
do you?"
Jenni covered her ears with her
hands. "SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!!!!"
Chi-chi hit Pikkoro with her
frying pan. "You paedophile! My poor Gohan!!"
"Ow!! It's not my fault!!"
Jenni got out her trusty fanfic
author's whip.
*CRACK*
Dorothy disappeared, and a scream
was heard fading down the trash chute.
"Okay Hannah, point taken… no more
Trowa and Quatre yaoi."
*CRACK*
Hannah was back (grinning from ear
to ear) in Quatre's lap, and Manisha found herself in Trowa's.
"Hey!" said Rowena. "I'm beginning
to feel left out!!"
"Oh don't worry!" said Jenni,
smirking at the remaining cowering single males in the room. "I'm saving the
best till last for you."
"Ooooohh! Who?"
"You have to guess, well, you can't coz you don't watch anime, but I
just wanna keep our remaining lonely hearts in suspense. The lucky guy has a
female following double the size of Westlife's fans, (just go to the Temple 'O
Trunks site -trunks.sreanime.net, or .com, I'm not sure.) and he has a really
big sword!"
Rowena rolled her eyes.
O_o "Oops. Well maybe I meant that how it sounded!! Let me use
Meri's introduction for you:
Enter Trunks, the only surviving Z-Fighter of the Dragonball
Z future. Armed with a sword, Super Saiyajin strength, a tragic past,
compassion for those around him, and hope for a better tomorrow, Trunks is a
young man worthy of praise from even the mightiest warriors, like Goku, and
Trunks' father, Vegeta. The Temple O' Trunks delivers that praise...with
a twist! It is said that humor can be a form of adoration, and this crazy
fangirl's site is no exception. That's right, baby, this ain't your
average Trunks shrine. I'm your hostess, the Trunks no Miko, or just Meri
for short. Here at the ToT, you'll find everything you need to satiate
your hunger for the Purple Haired Wonder. Movies, pics, fanfics,
weird manga, action figure films, and more! Take your pick, and feel free
to bask in the glow of the being known as Trunks! Now, keep all arms in
legs inside the Capsule car and prepare for the ride!"
(A/N Sorry peeps, just giving
the TOT site a bit of free advertising there, don't mind me!)
Vegeta, Heero,
Yamcha, Gohan and Goku pushed a struggling young purple haired Saiyan over to
where the author and Rowena were sitting. Rowena's eyes lit up. "Hmmm… He's
actually quite sweet for a cartoon!"
:::A
CARTOON!!!????::: a voice was heard overhead. :::HOW DARE YOU CALL HIM A
CARTOON!!:::
Trunks flinched. "Uh
oh, not HER again!"
:::TRUNKS IS REAL I
TELL YOU! REAL!! AND HE'S ALL MINE! MWA HA HA HA HA HA!!:::
"Hiya Meri," said
the author.
:::O_o How'd you
know it was me?:::
"Who else could it
be?"
Rowena shouted at
the crazy fangirl, "Trunks isn't yours! He's mine! Jenni says so!!"
"Oy vey!" Jenni
lowered herself to Wufei's level, and began banging her head on the wall.
:::WHAT??!!?? ¬_¬
TRUNKS IS MINE, HE'S ALWAYS BEEN MINE, HASN'T HE JENNI?:::
"Yes Meri, but I'm
just borrowing him for my fic."
:::Ohhh, alright then, *sigh* but
I get him later, okay?:::
"Yes Meri."
:::Byeeee!!:::
"Bye!"
"As I said before," said Rowena to
Trunks, "You're really quite sweet!"
Trunks got a deer-in-headlights
look and bolted behind the sofa, kicking Duo out of his hiding place in the process.
Rowena followed.
Duo went reluctantly to sit with
Jenni and Pikkoro, who growled at the pilot.
"I think Rowena was right,"
admitted Katie. "Some of those Dragonball guys are actually quite cute.
Especially that one with the Christmas tree hairstyle." She pointed at Vegeta
and grinned. "What did you do? Fly through a storm cloud or something?"
"Pah!" said Vegeta. "Why should I
take this from a weakling like you?"
"WEAKLING? That's my line!
INJUSTICE!!" The usually silent Wufei brought himself to actually speak
in defence of his newfound girlfriend, or maybe just in defence of his
trademark line, take your pick.
"Baka!" Vegeta's eyes were
beginning to glow red.
"KISSAMA!" The irate Chinese
Gundam pilot drew out his katana sword.
Vegeta eyed the sword calmly, then
casually outstretched an arm in Wufei's direction and made his trademark wrist
break move. "Big Bang Atta-"
"Fegeda! Shdob dat now!" said Goku
through a mouthful of Doritos.
"Doritos?" Trunk's head popped up from
behind the couch, answering to his Saiyan instincts. "Someone brought food and
didn't tell me?"
"Trunks!" Rowena grabbed Trunks by
the collar of his Capsule corp. jacket and pulled him out of sight again.
Yamcha covered his eyes, then
leaned over the sofa and gave Trunks the bowl. Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What?"
he asked. "Never deprive a Saiyan of his food! It's just not a smart thing to
do!"
"Oy!" said Goku. "Ghere'd dose
dogitos go adyways?"
"Uh oh…"
"Back to the script!" said Jenni
quickly, not wishing to get blood all over Bulma's nice new carpets.
"Would you mind saying that
without your mouth full Goku?" said Pikkoro with a disgusted look on his face.
"That's what I like about you
Pikkoro," said the author, tugging on his cape. "You're the only anime
character I know that has any manners."
"Nameks don't eat, remember?"
"Oh yeah…"
Goku had finished his mouthful.
"What I said to Vegeta was there's not meant to be any killing people! It was
in the rules!"
"Shaddup Kakorott!!"
"What rules?" asked Wufei.
"My rules!" said Jenni grinning,
and searching through her rucksack. "Duo? Where are they? You had them last."
"Oh." Duo grimaced. "I think I let
Heero use them for target practice!"
"No you didn't. I was trying to
shoot you and I missed." Said Heero.
"Dammit Heero, try harder next
time!" said Relina.
"Duo…" Jenni growled.
"Eep! Gomen! I'm sorry!!"
"So does that mean I can kill
Wufei now?" asked Vegeta eagerly.
"No!" said Katie. "We'll just have
to make up our own rules!"
"No turning Super Saiyan!" shouted
Bulma.
Four disappointed Saiyans whined.
"Why not?"
"It'll ruin the carpets."
"What's a Super Saiyan?" asked
Wufei, glancing nervously at Vegeta, who had sneered when Wufei sat between him
and Katie. "Think Zero system Quatre, crossed with Heero's fighting skill, and
Duo if someone insults his braid-"
"HEY!!!"
"-and you're not even close."
"Oh." Wufei decided to go and sit
on a capsule corp. beanbag. A long way
from Vegeta and Katie. A veeerrryyyy long way from Vegeta. (Oh…damn! – kt)
"No Gundams!"
"Awww!!!"
"No hentai!"
"No starting wars!" Relina glared
in the direction of the trash chute.
"No killing each other!" Jenni
glared at Vegeta, Pikkoro, Wufei and Heero. Duo looked relieved.
"No blatant carnage." Said Goku
cheerily.
"Isn't that the same as killing
people?" asked Heero, usually an expert on this subject.
"Not where my father's concerned."
Said Mirai Trunks from behind the sofa.
Heero looked puzzled.
"Yeah! He can make it last for
ages before he kills 'em!" said Gohan, with more admiration in his voice than
was appropriate. His mother glanced at him sharply. Vegeta smirked.
"No dancing around in your
underwear!" shouted Duo.
"…"
"What?" he shrugged innocently. "I
thought it was a good suggestion!"
I think that's enough for this chapter, but watch this
space, coz the next chapter's gonna be just as fun n' chaos filled as this one!
I won't continue this unless I get some good reviews though, after all, why do
I write otherwise? Constructive criticism and suggestions are appreciated, but
remember, I do need some encouragement too!! *sniff* Really, just say what you think, anyway, got to go put this up
now before the Poké-brat decides she
wants the computer, so byeeeee!! ^_^