Title: The B-Gurlz
Written: I'm Heero's alternate *grins widely*
Pairings: I haven't decided yet. hmm. ::deep in thought::
Category: AU, during war
Warnings: slight yaoi (probably), genie in a magic bottle (DON'T ASK!)
Summary: The G-Boyz get magically transported into the past (1973) to find
their alternates. uh. as biker chicks (dressed explicitly in pleather[1])?
Ramblings: You will find this very. er. amusing *snicker* All the
characters I own are based on my real life friends and/or enemies. some of
their names are even the same.
Disclaimer: *pouts* No I do not own the ever soooo kawaii[2] Gundam Pilots
(or anyone else associated) but I do own their counterparts! *grins
brightly*
Author's Notes:
~*~*~*~= scene change
~-~-~-~= ripple in time
'Oi!'= thinking
_Oi!_= technological devices
I'll think of more later!
~*~*~*~
*bing bing* _You've got mail!_ The loathsomely cheerful voice announced.
Heero Yuy rolled his computer chair impulsively over to the screen.
'Another mission?' he thought tiredly.
Just then Duo strolled in, hands pocketed, whistling. Heero, usually
extremely sensitive to any minute noise, took no notice.
"Something wrong, Hee-chan?"
"Hn." Heero said absentmindedly, eyes wide. His jaw dropped to the floor as
he read on.
"What is it?!" Duo was mildly concerned, "Mission?"
Heero shook his head and motioned Duo over to the screen.
"You're saying 'no', right?!"
"Hn."
"."
Then a certain Arabian wandered into the room, and walked up behind the two
to peer over their shoulders.
"*cough*"
"Hey, Q! Didn't see ya there."
"You are saying 'no', yes?" Quatre shot at Heero, fully ignoring Duo for
once.
"Saying 'no' to what?" Wufei said, peeling an orange.
"*snicker* Heero's got a girlfriend!" Duo taunted.
"Nani?[3]" Heero gave Duo a deadly death glare. "She's not my girlfriend!"
Quatre stifled a giggle as the pilot of Wing chased the pilot of
Deathscythe madly about the room.
~-~-~-~
"Hey, Rye," Cat (me!) greeted. "Oh, hi, didn't see you there." "Good." "Well, you're in a good mood." "Hn." "We have a mission." "Eh? Did you say mission?!" "Hai[4]!" "B-But. no." "Ca-chan is delusional," Chel said abruptly from behind, "and incapable," she added. *ring ring* "Oh, that's me," Chris said. _Mission_ "So I here, target?" _uh. er._ "Target?!" she repeated. _Well, you see._ "Yes, I do. Now spit it out!" _Alright._ "On with it, it's getting annoying just listening to you bicker over the phone, and that happens at least twice a day," Rye retorted smartly. "Stay out of it, Baker!" The Chinese woman snarled. _Well, there have been sightings._ "Like. UFO sightings?" _No, just sightings, hallucinations, things that aren't there and then they are_ Chris took in all the information, nodding as though she was talking to him in person and not over a purple cell phone. ~-~-~-~ 'Why can't Relena just leave me alone?' Heero's thoughts were disturbed by 'her' e-mail to go to some ball. 'I hate tuxes.' Heero finally fell asleep; he'd probably have some better ideas in the very near future. 'I'm worried.' Duo was upset, Heero's well being depended on Relena staying far away, and Duo intended to enforce that. ~*~*~*~ "Wake up!" Duo shouted, whacking Heero affectionately with his pillow. "Baka," Heero said flatly, rising and slowly migrating downstairs. "What's for breakfast, 'Fei?" Duo shouted from the bedroom, making his bed. "Blueberry pancakes, Maxwell," Wufei replied, flipping a few flapjacks onto his fellow pilot's plates-this was insurance, when Duo finally came downstairs he would eat everything in sight, and "'Fei" would be ready. ~-~-~-~ *bang bang bang* "Get out of the damned bathroom, Rye!" "We have a mission, be sensible," Chris said knowledgeably, "Wait." "Shaddup!" Rye screeched, "I have to look my best." "." Ritza uttered, rolling her eyes, quickly finishing her cereal. As Rye stalked past Cat she stuck out her tongue and hummed (to drown out any noise the other might make). It was quite a sight. Apparently while in the bathroom she had perfectly done her blonde and pink hair into her trademark scattered ponytails and plercheif[5], tied in place, yet somehow didn't have time to get her shirt on, and was hobbling around, one boot on, one boot off-panties showing through her mini skirt as she struggled to get in an earring and on a shoe at the same time. Chel took the distraction as an invitation to steal Cat's place in the line of teenage girls to the bathroom, a sin. Cat spun around, realizing Chel had stolen her spot. "Zut![6]" Cat shrieked in despair. "*sigh* All is right with the world," Chel murmured thoughtfully, carefully tugging at the tight pants she was attempting to put on. ''T-tu. tu[7]. '' "English, onna[8]!" Chris snapped. "." Cat shot Chris one of the nastiest glares she had given. today. ~-~-~-~ Heero was in the hangar when he realized his Gundam had had a visitor. Whoever it was got in, and out, alive-they were good. He rode the pulley up to the entrance, hopping in and inspecting the interior. Everything was A- okay, no worries, except a mysterious bottle from what must be medieval times and an old-looking note.
[1]-Pleather: a cheap plastic substitute for leather [2]-Kawaii: 'Cute' in Japanese [3]-Nani?: 'What?' (in a confused or agitated way) in Japanese [4]-Hai: 'Yes' in Japanese [5]-Plercheif: a made-up word; a pleather kerchief [6]-Zut!: 'Damn!' in French [7]-Tu: 'You' (informal and/or singular) in French [8]-Onna: 'Woman' in Japanese
"Hey, Rye," Cat (me!) greeted. "Oh, hi, didn't see you there." "Good." "Well, you're in a good mood." "Hn." "We have a mission." "Eh? Did you say mission?!" "Hai[4]!" "B-But. no." "Ca-chan is delusional," Chel said abruptly from behind, "and incapable," she added. *ring ring* "Oh, that's me," Chris said. _Mission_ "So I here, target?" _uh. er._ "Target?!" she repeated. _Well, you see._ "Yes, I do. Now spit it out!" _Alright._ "On with it, it's getting annoying just listening to you bicker over the phone, and that happens at least twice a day," Rye retorted smartly. "Stay out of it, Baker!" The Chinese woman snarled. _Well, there have been sightings._ "Like. UFO sightings?" _No, just sightings, hallucinations, things that aren't there and then they are_ Chris took in all the information, nodding as though she was talking to him in person and not over a purple cell phone. ~-~-~-~ 'Why can't Relena just leave me alone?' Heero's thoughts were disturbed by 'her' e-mail to go to some ball. 'I hate tuxes.' Heero finally fell asleep; he'd probably have some better ideas in the very near future. 'I'm worried.' Duo was upset, Heero's well being depended on Relena staying far away, and Duo intended to enforce that. ~*~*~*~ "Wake up!" Duo shouted, whacking Heero affectionately with his pillow. "Baka," Heero said flatly, rising and slowly migrating downstairs. "What's for breakfast, 'Fei?" Duo shouted from the bedroom, making his bed. "Blueberry pancakes, Maxwell," Wufei replied, flipping a few flapjacks onto his fellow pilot's plates-this was insurance, when Duo finally came downstairs he would eat everything in sight, and "'Fei" would be ready. ~-~-~-~ *bang bang bang* "Get out of the damned bathroom, Rye!" "We have a mission, be sensible," Chris said knowledgeably, "Wait." "Shaddup!" Rye screeched, "I have to look my best." "." Ritza uttered, rolling her eyes, quickly finishing her cereal. As Rye stalked past Cat she stuck out her tongue and hummed (to drown out any noise the other might make). It was quite a sight. Apparently while in the bathroom she had perfectly done her blonde and pink hair into her trademark scattered ponytails and plercheif[5], tied in place, yet somehow didn't have time to get her shirt on, and was hobbling around, one boot on, one boot off-panties showing through her mini skirt as she struggled to get in an earring and on a shoe at the same time. Chel took the distraction as an invitation to steal Cat's place in the line of teenage girls to the bathroom, a sin. Cat spun around, realizing Chel had stolen her spot. "Zut![6]" Cat shrieked in despair. "*sigh* All is right with the world," Chel murmured thoughtfully, carefully tugging at the tight pants she was attempting to put on. ''T-tu. tu[7]. '' "English, onna[8]!" Chris snapped. "." Cat shot Chris one of the nastiest glares she had given. today. ~-~-~-~ Heero was in the hangar when he realized his Gundam had had a visitor. Whoever it was got in, and out, alive-they were good. He rode the pulley up to the entrance, hopping in and inspecting the interior. Everything was A- okay, no worries, except a mysterious bottle from what must be medieval times and an old-looking note.
[1]-Pleather: a cheap plastic substitute for leather [2]-Kawaii: 'Cute' in Japanese [3]-Nani?: 'What?' (in a confused or agitated way) in Japanese [4]-Hai: 'Yes' in Japanese [5]-Plercheif: a made-up word; a pleather kerchief [6]-Zut!: 'Damn!' in French [7]-Tu: 'You' (informal and/or singular) in French [8]-Onna: 'Woman' in Japanese