What the Camera Doesn't See
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Title: What the Camera Doesn't See: Part I
Author: Genji
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Warnings: AU, Language, Angst, humor attempts, strong Relena, bible references, but nothing preachy...I really can't say OOC b/c they are not their characters in real life, but I'll keep them close to their TV characters...confused? So am I.
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Disclaimer: Wish I could own them, but can't. I'm not making a profit, so leave me alone. However, I do (sorta) own the five counterparts, Krista, Ida, Morganna, Elly and Lucie, as well as the other various original characters.
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Notes: This deals with if the G-boys and Co. were merely actors in the TV series 'Gundam Wing' produced by Winner Productions. It was Quatre's idea that they all take part in the series, and the four complied more out of deference for the Arab than for their own dreams of fame and fortune. We come upon them as they finish the taping of Episode 24 (the one where Quatre pilots Wing Zero and goes crazy...I believe that's the number)
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'thoughts'
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Written story
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{Written Words}
"Dialog"
*emphasis* think italics
~*~ Change of scene
Ready? Entonces, epiezamos.. [Then, we begin...]
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All the world's a stage
And all the men and women are merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts
Shakespeare, "As You Like It"
Heero rose from his seat behind the cameras. The director was yelling instructions and threats to the cast and crew alike. "Remember: no alcohol, no drugs, no girls! I want you back alive tomorrow at 5 AM sharp. If I hear otherwise, your ass is grass..." The man continued his rant, but few listened. Many of the crew were mouthing the words along with him as they cleaned up the set, changing it for the following day's rehearsal.
It would be another week before they taped anything else. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was the set. There were missing components that would be added as time progressed. Heero walked away from the beehive of activity and to the common room the five boys shared. Quatre may have been from a family with money, but the rest...well, they had known the blond before the acting bug had bitten the Arab, and were all from simple, humble roots. Money had yet to corrupt them by showing them the finer things in life.
The Japanese youth walked down the hall, passing an irate Relena, who was arguing with one of the writers. The girl waved a rolled up packet of paper, presumably a script, in the stoic man's face. She was trying to calmly get her point across, and utilized every bit of diplomacy she had picked up playing the pacifist princess. Even then she still spoke with her teeth clenched in frustration.
"What do you mean 'no'?!? I demand you do my character justice! What do you mean you won't rewrite it? I refuse to go on television screaming, 'Heero! Hurry, please come and kill me!' Why don't I just say, 'Screw you! I'm going to create peace the way I think it's right.' Why must I waste my time on some stupid guy I met on the beach who's after me because I know his true identity? Why can't we retape it and then send it to the airwaves? It doesn't make sense..."
Heero smirked as he moved out of earshot. Peacecraft was not a good name for the fiery actress. Relena took her work seriously and even though she scorned her part on the grounds of her character's beliefs concerning pacifism, she played it to the best of her ability. The results were actually very convincing. He nodded as he passed a bemused looking Trowa in the hall, obviously on his way out the door. The tall green-eyed teen had the longest commute home, since he had chosen a place by the sea instead of an apartment further inland like the rest.
Regaining his composure, Heero ducked into the chamber he had set out for. The common room was worn but comfortable. Duo sat on the floor, pawing through a small pile of letters. The show 'Gundam Wing' had only recently started airing. The audience was small at the moment, since the entire budget had been spent on the show and there was nothing left for advertising costs.
Duo held up a stack of paper. Some of the pages were scented with perfume, others contained professions of love and admiration. He read them with an amused look on his face. "Fan mail, fan mail, marriage proposal, fan mail, fan mail, death threat... No. This one's to you, Heero." The American held out a crisp, typed sheet. The Prussian-eyed actor scanned it quickly and handed it back. "It's not for me."
The braided boy read it thoroughly this time, "You don't happen to be an Arabian whore by any chance, do you? I must've missed that first time through. This one's for the Q-man."
"Don't you think it's a little odd that he should get anything like that?" Wufei asked. He was experienced in the hate mail department, having been accosted recently several times by angry feminists demanding that Chang Wufei show more respect to the female gender.
The last time the Chinese boy had received any such thing he had simply shrugged it off, and slipped away from a protesting crowd that had gathered in front of the studios. That had been the day the first episode had aired. Needless to say, it had gotten the show's name around, and the viewing audience had been larger than projected. The black-eyed teen still got the letters demanding a formal apology, and when he did, he promptly dumped them on some unfortunate writer's desk.
Wufei picked his gaze up from where he sat, polishing his sword. He glanced about the room, his eyes finally rested on the sleeping blond, who had done battle with the Zero system that day.
Zero itself was operational, having been modeled after the system used in fighter planes. It was the result of one of the technician's genius; as well as stolen, but incomplete schematics; a graveyard shift as a security guard in a hardware store; and, most importantly, a large overdose of old coffee. Zero had been brought to work when the need for a new variation on the same old thing had become apparent. It hadn't been greeted with open arms, but Zero had earned its place after each of the writers had tried it, scoffing as they entered into the mock cockpit their words had created. Yet they always stepped out shaken. Wing Zero, and later Epyon, had soon been written in.
Duo grinned, and remarked, "He's never gotten hate mail before, so it'll be a new experience for him. I don't think it should be taken seriously. How many death threats have you gotten, Heero?"
"Five," the teen said dryly as he pulled a T-shirt over his head.
"That was just with the rumors of what happens in episode 10..." Wufei stated, returning his gaze to the gleaming blade.
"What could Quatre have done to deserve this, 'You may play in the garden of delights now, but soon you will be hurled out of Eden for defacing a god'?" Duo wondered, reading from the paper he held.
"It's to Cain. Who's he? What bearing does he have on Quatre?" Heero asked on his way to the door.
"You really don't know your Bible, do you? Cain-- he was Adam and Eve's son who slaughtered Abel. Quatre is the only Arab that works here, plus there were references to the 'Sandrock Harlot.' There's certainly nothing in the show that would suggest anything lurid. I don't like it."
"Hn," was all Wufei said as he laid down the sword, but he added to the noncommittal grunt, "Get rid of it. There's no need for him to see it. It's just words."
~*~
Trowa put his keys on the side table after unlocking the door to his apartment. It was a nice, quaint place by the coast. It didn't matter that it took an hour and a half to commute between home and the studios--the trip was worth it. The green-eyed individual walked out onto the balcony and breathed the sea air with a sigh of release.
He pulled out of his pocket a folded letter. It was his first, which was understandable since only the first two episodes had been aired. He gazed at the neat printing addressing it to Trowa Barton c/o Winner Productions. The 'i' in Winner had been dotted with a simple dot, and not the hearts that usually adorned Duo's correspondence. It appeared as if the contents of his letter would be frank and short.
Trowa ripped off the right side of the envelope and slid the contents out. It was a single sheet, printed in tiny letters that he had to squint to read. He lifted the paper up closer to his eyes so that he could read in the dying light. It smelled like oranges, or maybe it was lemons, something citrus no doubt.
{Dearest Abel-sama,
I watch you every day. I can't get enough of you. I'm there when no one else is around. When you're all alone I see your every move. I am consumed by you. Oh how I long to touch you, to hold that beautiful body of yours in my arms, to run my fingers through your silken hair. But I must wait. The right time is vast approaching and you, my dear, shall be exulted to the high heavens (1).}
{Forever yours,
Rae (2)}
~*~
[1] Thanks go to Avalon Vamp...just a little tweaking...
[2] Comes from Rachel, meaning Ewe. Abel was a shepherd and he loved his sheep...
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Title: What the Camera Doesn't See: Part I
Author: Genji
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Warnings: AU, Language, Angst, humor attempts, strong Relena, bible references, but nothing preachy...I really can't say OOC b/c they are not their characters in real life, but I'll keep them close to their TV characters...confused? So am I.
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Disclaimer: Wish I could own them, but can't. I'm not making a profit, so leave me alone. However, I do (sorta) own the five counterparts, Krista, Ida, Morganna, Elly and Lucie, as well as the other various original characters.
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Notes: This deals with if the G-boys and Co. were merely actors in the TV series 'Gundam Wing' produced by Winner Productions. It was Quatre's idea that they all take part in the series, and the four complied more out of deference for the Arab than for their own dreams of fame and fortune. We come upon them as they finish the taping of Episode 24 (the one where Quatre pilots Wing Zero and goes crazy...I believe that's the number)
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'thoughts'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{Written Words}
"Dialog"
*emphasis* think italics
~*~ Change of scene
Ready? Entonces, epiezamos.. [Then, we begin...]
============================================================================
All the world's a stage
And all the men and women are merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts
Shakespeare, "As You Like It"
Heero rose from his seat behind the cameras. The director was yelling instructions and threats to the cast and crew alike. "Remember: no alcohol, no drugs, no girls! I want you back alive tomorrow at 5 AM sharp. If I hear otherwise, your ass is grass..." The man continued his rant, but few listened. Many of the crew were mouthing the words along with him as they cleaned up the set, changing it for the following day's rehearsal.
It would be another week before they taped anything else. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was the set. There were missing components that would be added as time progressed. Heero walked away from the beehive of activity and to the common room the five boys shared. Quatre may have been from a family with money, but the rest...well, they had known the blond before the acting bug had bitten the Arab, and were all from simple, humble roots. Money had yet to corrupt them by showing them the finer things in life.
The Japanese youth walked down the hall, passing an irate Relena, who was arguing with one of the writers. The girl waved a rolled up packet of paper, presumably a script, in the stoic man's face. She was trying to calmly get her point across, and utilized every bit of diplomacy she had picked up playing the pacifist princess. Even then she still spoke with her teeth clenched in frustration.
"What do you mean 'no'?!? I demand you do my character justice! What do you mean you won't rewrite it? I refuse to go on television screaming, 'Heero! Hurry, please come and kill me!' Why don't I just say, 'Screw you! I'm going to create peace the way I think it's right.' Why must I waste my time on some stupid guy I met on the beach who's after me because I know his true identity? Why can't we retape it and then send it to the airwaves? It doesn't make sense..."
Heero smirked as he moved out of earshot. Peacecraft was not a good name for the fiery actress. Relena took her work seriously and even though she scorned her part on the grounds of her character's beliefs concerning pacifism, she played it to the best of her ability. The results were actually very convincing. He nodded as he passed a bemused looking Trowa in the hall, obviously on his way out the door. The tall green-eyed teen had the longest commute home, since he had chosen a place by the sea instead of an apartment further inland like the rest.
Regaining his composure, Heero ducked into the chamber he had set out for. The common room was worn but comfortable. Duo sat on the floor, pawing through a small pile of letters. The show 'Gundam Wing' had only recently started airing. The audience was small at the moment, since the entire budget had been spent on the show and there was nothing left for advertising costs.
Duo held up a stack of paper. Some of the pages were scented with perfume, others contained professions of love and admiration. He read them with an amused look on his face. "Fan mail, fan mail, marriage proposal, fan mail, fan mail, death threat... No. This one's to you, Heero." The American held out a crisp, typed sheet. The Prussian-eyed actor scanned it quickly and handed it back. "It's not for me."
The braided boy read it thoroughly this time, "You don't happen to be an Arabian whore by any chance, do you? I must've missed that first time through. This one's for the Q-man."
"Don't you think it's a little odd that he should get anything like that?" Wufei asked. He was experienced in the hate mail department, having been accosted recently several times by angry feminists demanding that Chang Wufei show more respect to the female gender.
The last time the Chinese boy had received any such thing he had simply shrugged it off, and slipped away from a protesting crowd that had gathered in front of the studios. That had been the day the first episode had aired. Needless to say, it had gotten the show's name around, and the viewing audience had been larger than projected. The black-eyed teen still got the letters demanding a formal apology, and when he did, he promptly dumped them on some unfortunate writer's desk.
Wufei picked his gaze up from where he sat, polishing his sword. He glanced about the room, his eyes finally rested on the sleeping blond, who had done battle with the Zero system that day.
Zero itself was operational, having been modeled after the system used in fighter planes. It was the result of one of the technician's genius; as well as stolen, but incomplete schematics; a graveyard shift as a security guard in a hardware store; and, most importantly, a large overdose of old coffee. Zero had been brought to work when the need for a new variation on the same old thing had become apparent. It hadn't been greeted with open arms, but Zero had earned its place after each of the writers had tried it, scoffing as they entered into the mock cockpit their words had created. Yet they always stepped out shaken. Wing Zero, and later Epyon, had soon been written in.
Duo grinned, and remarked, "He's never gotten hate mail before, so it'll be a new experience for him. I don't think it should be taken seriously. How many death threats have you gotten, Heero?"
"Five," the teen said dryly as he pulled a T-shirt over his head.
"That was just with the rumors of what happens in episode 10..." Wufei stated, returning his gaze to the gleaming blade.
"What could Quatre have done to deserve this, 'You may play in the garden of delights now, but soon you will be hurled out of Eden for defacing a god'?" Duo wondered, reading from the paper he held.
"It's to Cain. Who's he? What bearing does he have on Quatre?" Heero asked on his way to the door.
"You really don't know your Bible, do you? Cain-- he was Adam and Eve's son who slaughtered Abel. Quatre is the only Arab that works here, plus there were references to the 'Sandrock Harlot.' There's certainly nothing in the show that would suggest anything lurid. I don't like it."
"Hn," was all Wufei said as he laid down the sword, but he added to the noncommittal grunt, "Get rid of it. There's no need for him to see it. It's just words."
~*~
Trowa put his keys on the side table after unlocking the door to his apartment. It was a nice, quaint place by the coast. It didn't matter that it took an hour and a half to commute between home and the studios--the trip was worth it. The green-eyed individual walked out onto the balcony and breathed the sea air with a sigh of release.
He pulled out of his pocket a folded letter. It was his first, which was understandable since only the first two episodes had been aired. He gazed at the neat printing addressing it to Trowa Barton c/o Winner Productions. The 'i' in Winner had been dotted with a simple dot, and not the hearts that usually adorned Duo's correspondence. It appeared as if the contents of his letter would be frank and short.
Trowa ripped off the right side of the envelope and slid the contents out. It was a single sheet, printed in tiny letters that he had to squint to read. He lifted the paper up closer to his eyes so that he could read in the dying light. It smelled like oranges, or maybe it was lemons, something citrus no doubt.
{Dearest Abel-sama,
I watch you every day. I can't get enough of you. I'm there when no one else is around. When you're all alone I see your every move. I am consumed by you. Oh how I long to touch you, to hold that beautiful body of yours in my arms, to run my fingers through your silken hair. But I must wait. The right time is vast approaching and you, my dear, shall be exulted to the high heavens (1).}
{Forever yours,
Rae (2)}
~*~
[1] Thanks go to Avalon Vamp...just a little tweaking...
[2] Comes from Rachel, meaning Ewe. Abel was a shepherd and he loved his sheep...