Disclaimer: GundamWing is the property of those wonderful people in Japan who came
up with the premise of fighting mecha and cute bishounen pilots, and the great
anti-war background behind it. This is a work of fanfiction, for entertainment
purposes only and not for profit. Please don't sue me.
t_j: Yes, this is
an old idea, but... ah, well...
The G-Boy Band: by Tyrne_J
"Duo, your mission is to form a boy band with the other
Gundam pilots."
Okay, what was I supposed to do? When G pulls a gun on you, steadying it inches from your face and
tells you to convince the other Gundam pilots to form a boy band, what would you
do?
Exactly.
"Are you crazy?!" A little tap, and the gun went flying across the floor; G was too
shocked to even react. I watched the
gun spin to a stop beside a control console, then made a face at the old
man. "We're in the middle of a war
here, and you want us to sing to crazed teenage girls! Just what good will - "
"If you don't do this, Deathscythe gets a paint job in pink
and white, and we'll distribute - " A
quick flick of the wrist, and I was staring at a photo. " - this."
" - it'll be a good distraction for the OZ pilots. They'll never know what hit them. I'll get right on it."
"I knew you would figure out the purpose of this
quickly. Now get it done."
Damn the blackmailing little -
" - so wouldn't it be great if we all got together and
formed a band?"
Quatre didn't look convinced. "Duo, what you're saying is that we could distribute a message of
peace and freedom to the colonies and Earth through music."
"Yeah! That's
it!" Not really what I said, but trust
Quatre to take things the right way. I
nodded vigorously, hoping he'd agree.
"... G threatened to vandalize Deathscythe, didn't he?"
"Just say you'll do this."
He muttered something about sisters, then nodded,
slowly.
"Surrre." Wufei was
skeptical, and he glanced back and forth between me and Quatre. "Just what makes you think that'll I'll join
you in a band?"
"For peace and justice - " "For the love of Nataku - " Quatre and I started, then looked at each
other. Wufei glared at me.
"And what makes you think that you know Nataku?!"
"Eh..."
The phone ringed, and we waited while he took the
call.
"Hello? Yes... yes,
I just was... yes... uh... uh - er... yes! Okay! Okay!" Slam.
"Stubborn old - Fine. I'll join you in your boy band, Maxwell."
"H-Hey, wait a minute! this isn't my - "
"You asked, it's your idea."
"But it isn't my idea!"
Trowa sighed. "You
were blackmailed into doing this, too, weren't you?"
Pink Deathscythe~ "I wanted to retain some sort of dignity with this job."
"There goes all hope of doing that." 03's pilot carefully folded up his circus
clothes and placed them in a trunk. A
nod to Catherine, who was probably wondering what the three of us had to do
with Trowa. Good thing she didn't ask.
"Why?" Heero, was
being monosyllabic as usual. And no one
else seemed to want to help me convince him.
"It's not my idea!" The others shrugged.
"But you're the one who's supposed to be talking. Orders." Wufei looked smug. Why do I
always get nailed for stuff like this?
"Why?" Heero asked
again. He carefully cleaned off his
gun, waited for my answer. And what
other reason was there?
"More publicity, less chance for Relena to go after you
herself."
"I'm in."
"What, no 'mission accepted'?"
Click. "No more
than necessary."
He had a point. This boy band thing was humiliating enough for one day - who needed him
to say something cliché to top it off?
And why does everyone want to shoot me?
To be continued...