The New Girl
Disclaimer: I don't own GBF or OCs used it belongs to Sunrise and they belong to their owners.
Four years ago, during the 7th Gunpla Battle World Championship, the Japan 3rd Block team of Iori Sei and Reiji won the title but the "Plavsky Incident", which some of us dubbed it as, signaled the loss of the particle, and the disappearance of PPSE's Chairman Mashita, for the better part of the following year, so the only contests people could hold were building contests and "Extreme VS Full Boost" or "Extreme VS Maxi Boost" contests. During the middle of the year, Yajima Trading, who backed Nils Nielsen and his research, rediscovered the particle and now holds the secret along with PPSE and both companies co-sponsor the Gunpla Battle World Championship Mk II: another thing about the Mk II is that it signals the third coming of Gunpla as a hobby and a sport; it also signals the worth of new ideas for each championship, seeing as two companies co-sponsor the whole thing. This story focuses on one boy only… not exactly because it focuses on one boy and his group of friends planning on participating in the championship, but it also focuses on an unknown element about to make way into the boy's life… the question is, what will he do when the time comes?
A new day for a school day… not exactly because school has been the same: it's just like going through the same lab procedure all day every day. I'm sick of it. I am Kale Cassel, a 17-year-old high school junior of Centurial High School (or CHS) of Maryland of the USA. I'm also president of the school's anime club which doubles as a Gunpla club. I'm just a normal everyday person: black hair styled like Eliwood of Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword (yes I love Fire Emblem), regular green eyes, about 5'11, and I guess I'm an aspiring artist. If I had to describe myself, I'd describe myself as being similar to Lyle Dylandy, Celestial Being's Gundam Meister, I even have Lyle's jacket which I wear over my student uniform; but the one thing that Lyle has is something that I'll never have for a while: love. I'm single and I hate it. I see other guys in the hallway with their girlfriends and it irks me so much.
"Kale, get up or you'll be late for school!" Mom, give me five more minutes. "Get up young man or I'll go up there and pull your boxers down!" Oh god, please don't do that.
"All right, I'm up!" Damn it mom, you don't have to threaten me like that.
"Good, get dressed and come down to get your bagel." Yes ma'am. I swear she's trying to kill me. As I got up from my bed and got dressed, I gazed at the different Gunpla that I've made over the years and the one in progress: Zabanya SAGA. Based on the GN-010 Gundam Zabanya, Lyle's last Gundam from the "A wakening of the Trailblazer" movie, and the GN-006/SA Cherudim Gundam SAGA, it will probably be my best work yet. I mean, I'm sure I'll make something better and I still like the Cherudim, but it's time to graduate from using the S2 Gundams.
I went down for my bagel and gave mom a quick kiss good-bye and left. As I got to the crosswalk that wasn't too far away from my house (and by extension not too far away from school), Darren, one of my childhood friends who has orange hair (it's dyed, but it's getting to the point where I'm going to forget his original hair color), wears an orange student uniform and can almost be considered a split-personality person like Allelujah, greeted me. "Hey! Did you hear the news?"
I smiled in derision. "What news?"
"We're getting a new transfer student and she's a good one!"
I shook my head in derision. "Seriously Darren? I didn't think you would stoop that low."
"Hey, you know I like anyone. You gonna ask her to prom?"
"GAUGH! Don't ask me that…" It's months away, but still.
"Don't ask you what?" That was another friendly voice we all knew.
"Whether or not I'd ask the transfer student to prom."
"Nobody asked you Kaila." Kaila Killian, she wears reading glasses and has purple-ish hair like Tieria Erde, wears the guy's student uniform because she deemed the female uniform "too feminine and revealing". She is kinda tsundere and maybe a little bit yandere, but not as much of a yandere as… best not to think about that again.
"Yeah, well I always pop in monkey." I swear if those two weren't on opposite ends of the friendship spectrum, they'd be the perfect couple.
"Let's go you two, we're going to be late." As we went across the street, my head kept trailing back to my Zabanya SAGA. When we went into the school and went our separate ways to our lockers, the hallway was quiet as if Hell just froze over (not that I believe anyways). "What?"
One of the quiet students explained. "The transfer student has the locker to the right of yours." God damn it… the stupid "cursed" lockers. Apparently, every single student who has had the lockers 3311 and 3313 (the lockers go odds on one side of the hallway and evens on the other side) are going to be in a relationship that either ends tragically or happily. It's all bull if you asked me. I opened my locker to put my stuff for the last 2 periods away when the locker next to mine (the other "cursed" locker) opened. And as cliché as this is, the hallway got silent again. After I put the last thing in my locker, I closed it to take a look at the transfer student.
She was somewhat pretty, enough to make me think she was an anime character. She had long, white hair in a ponytail, blue eyes, and she had on the regular female school uniform (which by the way, is kinda like the typical school uniforms you'd see in anime and not a lot of the students wear the uniform, but as long as it's appropriate, the principal doesn't care). When she finally noticed me looking at her, she turned and in a barely audible tone, she greeted me. "Hello, I'm Monica Crain. It's nice to be your acquaintance." Too formal for the love of god, and even if the school itself is a bit too formal, no one who attends is that formal. I left for first period and that would've been that if someone hadn't popped in.
"Class, the transfer student will be in our class for the rest of the year." Ugh, this couldn't get any worse, could it? "Introduce yourself." And Monica did so, to which I phased out. "As for seats, looks like you'll have to sit next to Mr. Cassel."
"WHAT!? Why next to me!?"
"Because there aren't any empty seats Mr. Cassel, so please sit down." It was like this the whole day when I stepped into class after class and I swear whoever made the schedules must've been having fun with themselves right now.
When it was time for lunch, I dashed right for my locker to grab my things and slammed it in record time and made it to the club room. "I swear my life is over!"
Raymond, who doesn't wear the uniform and instead wears a leather aviator's jacket, a blue shirt, dark wash jeans, black and red wushu shoes and a red scarf similar to Setsuna F. Seiei from Gundam 00, happened to be in the room at the time, tried to calm me down. "Your life isn't over; just because the person who's "fated" to be your lover is in almost all of your classes doesn't make it the end of the world."
"Yeah, but I used to hate being single… now I'm coveting it."
Raymond shrugged and we just sat in the back of the room, eating our lunches. When the bell rang, Raymond and I went our respective ways only to meet later, but it's probably best not to think about that now. The last two periods went by the same way, with Monica in it and guess what, she has to sit next to me again! I bet that the teacher faculty is having too much fun laughing their asses off right now. Well, it's the end of school and that means anime club and GUNPLA! I went back to the club room and found Raymond with Darren and Kaila in the back while some of the other members are in the chairs of the room, waiting for Chris to come in with his laptop and start playing the anime. "Well, let's get the Raiser Dash's Trans-Am test started."
"Beginning Plavsky particle dispersal." Plavsky particles, a special particle that can move the plastic of Gunpla… it was lost during the 7th Gunpla Battle World Championship only to be rediscovered by Nils Nielsen on the ISS (A/N's: International Space Station for those of you not familiar). 4 years later, the first team championship to be held and the 00 Trailblazers, Darren, Kaila, Raymond and I will participate and show the world the true meaning of Trans-Am. "Field 1, Space. Please set your Gunpla." The test began with no abnormalities, Raiser Dash, in Trans-Am, was working at 90% efficiency and when we kicked it up to 95%, it was even better than we'd ever expect. We decided to kick it up to 100% but when it reached 97%, the Twin Drive overloaded and Raiser Dash stopped moving.
"DAMN IT! What are we missing?" Even though I pondered, it was so simple yet so out of reach because I worked with GN Drives and not GN Condensers… the Twin Drive can work on condensers, but to get the synch rate to level out during Trans-Am is harder than it seems and I need another person to help with the calculations which no one can do, I mean Raymond could but he has to operate Raiser Dash.
"It's okay Kale… until we work it out, I'll just use a 00 Raiser." Still, to get the Plavsky particles to work in hand with the condensers, I really need another person to help me with it.
We moved to let some of the other Gunpla battlers on the battle system and I swear I saw something I would never see in person. "Is that… IT'S PHILLIP CRAIN'S SADALSUUD TYPE F AGIOS!" Phillip Crain… my mind put two and two together and when I looked up, I saw Monica Crain again.
Darren, who gets excited when something like a legendary Gunpla appears, got Hallelujah-crazy. "Oh, then let's have a battle! YOU AND ME!" Darren dragged Monica to the battle system we were just on and she looked like she objected but she said nothing.
"Beginning Plavsky particle dispersal."
Kaila, Raymond and I, along with other members of the club, looked at the battle system. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Monica. "Sorry for Darren's behavior, he's been like this since we were kids."
"Field 1, Space. Battle start."
"Dendrobium Stamen, Darren Blake, flying for real!"
"Please, protect me father." As she said that, I remembered that Phillip Crain and his wife Louise Crain died from unknown causes.
The two launched onto the field only to be interrupted by a shot from a buster rifle. "WHO DID THAT!?"
It had to be him: Seth Geisel. Seth directed his Wing Zero to crash into Darren's Dendrobium Stamen. "Why, it was me, the great Seth Geisel!" And thanks to learning in psychology, although he doesn't have schizophrenia, he has massive delusions of grandeur. "And I will win any battle, starting with destroying old legacies." He pointed the Wing Zero's buster rifle at the Sadalsuud Type F Agios and Monica didn't move.
"What're you doing Monica? MOVE OUT OF RANGE!" She did nothing. "Damn it, I'm going in." I set my GP base and set a stock Cherudim GNHW/R onto the pad. "Cherudim, Kale Cassel, beginning armed intervention!" I moved Cherudim as fast as possible while deploying shield bits. "Make it in time!" Seth fired the buster rifle before any of the bits could make it, but its target wasn't Monica: Darren moved the Stamen into the buster rifle's line of fire with both shields up. The Stamen didn't last long but it stopped the shot from reaching Monica.
"Too bad, I wanted to destroy that antique Sadalsuud, but now there's no other thing to interfere."
"THINK I'LL LET YOU!?" I deployed the rifle bits and had the shield bits in assault mode. They didn't last long, but I was prepared for a situation like this. "If you think that was it, think again! TRANS-AM!" Cherudim turned red and zipped through space in no time. I fired on the Wing Zero using the machine gun mode of the sniper rifle.
"You idiot! You realize that now I can take both of you out!" Huh? I turned and checked our positions and he was right. I was wasting particles in an attempt to finish him off and without realizing it, I trapped myself and Monica. "SAY GOOD-BYE!"
Then a blue machine came in and knocked Wing Zero out of position. "That machine… Raymond!"
Raymond, in the 00 Raiser, turned and gave me an OK sign. "You seriously didn't think I'd let you fight alone?"
"Two on one… bring it on peons!" Raymond and I chased after but it was in bird mode and fled. "Looking for me?" Raymond and I turned to his location and saw that he had Monica's Gunpla in front of a beam saber. "If you don't disarm, then I'll destroy her Gunpla and then yours."
Monica shook her head but we had no choice. "Disarm, Raymond." Raymond grunted in defeat…
"Good… now watch as I behead her Gunpla!" Then an unexpected visitor came in. A Seravee GNHW/B kicked Wing Zero away from the Sadalsuud Type F Agios.
"Did you guys miss me?" An Arios GNHW/M came in.
"I'll be damned. You two never cease to amaze me."
"FOUR AGAINST ONE! Even I admit that those odds aren't good. So, if you guys would come in now." Those guys he was referring to was four others who used Deathscythe, Heavyarms, Shenlong and Sandrock.
I needed to get Monica out. "Guys, give me five minutes. I'll escort Monica out and repair Cherudim."
"You got it."
"Come on Monica, let's get you out." She said nothing as I escorted her Gunpla out. I took Cherudim out and got a repair out as well.
"Come on Kale, we need you!"
"I'm coming! Give me another minute!" Done with that. "I'm coming back in! Cherudim, Kale Cassel, locked and loaded!"
Kale: Why did I get dragged into this?
Darren: Because of three people who started the damn thing.
Kaila: And now we'll get to the conclusion of this fight.
Raymond: Next time, "Revelations".
Monica: Please, I have no one else.
Author's Notes: Guys, welcome to the second reincarnation of my, or my third story for the anime if you prefer, GBF story… "Life's Traps and Gunpla" had been removed from the site and I was temporarily restricted from my publishing rights so I'm a bit pissed and I won't point fingers or name anybody in particular, but I guess it was someone who was unhappy (and strictly follows the rules and guidelines, but I mean come on, who reads the rules and guidelines with anything?), with what I did at first because I changed the chapters and the story was still taken off the site. Also, I wish people would read ALL the chapters first before submitting OCs or even better, ASK IF I'M STILL TAKING MORE OCs, not that I'm taking anymore.