Let the Games Begin
By: SSCereriEnjeru
Summary: Convinced that the gundam pilots have been slacking off as of late, Une devises a plot to get them back on their toes. Her idea? none other than the monotony known as high school! Sound easy? Not if she has anything to do with it!
Disclaimer: I wish that I were the owner of Gundam wing, but if wishes were dollars...I would have a dollar! Not just a dollar though, quite a few actually...Then I would finally be able to afford to move out of my parents place...and get a better computer...And go to a better college! sigh I wish that wishes were dollars...
Mission: Accepted
The boys sat in their weekly meeting, doing their best to pay attention to their raving boss, yet failing miserably. Duo, the braided boy well known for his mischievousness, was drawing rather disturbing pictures of Lady Une, the aforementioned boss, and passing them to Heero, who rather than finding them amusing, took it upon himself to threaten the braided boy with a flash of his beloved hand gun. Quatre and Trowa were passing notes, or rather the petit blond was passing notes to a rather subdued Trowa. WuFei on the other hand had his head down, and arms crossed as though meditating, or if one didn't know the Chinese youth, they would have sworn that he was napping.
Lady Une, noticing that the five were not paying attention to the importance of thermal underwear on the battle front during winter, was upset, but not surprised. Slowly over the past few months, the boys were drifting out of her control, and damn it, she was not going to let that happen. Zechs, just that morning had warned her about their wandering minds, and she decided that she must take it upon herself to solve this little dilemma...
"Alright," she stated imperiously, "enough on that topic. There is one other order of business. It has been brought to my attention that some of you have been growing soft as of late, as there have not been missions to meet your superior level. Therefore, my council and I have come up with a new training regime to keep the five of you at your top performance level. This is an experience for you all, and will be tougher than any of the training that you have gone through."
The former gundam pilots looked at each other in wonder. If Une had cooked up this plot, it must be hell. Lady Une is, as everyone knows, the spawn of Satan himself, therefore any idea she came up with, was always back-breaking, strenuous, and created to challenge the very mental health of the victim.
"Um, Lady?" Duo said raising his hand, "What exactly is this training?"
"Oh, just a little thing we all like to call high school." The boss said nonchalantly. "Briefing on 0800 hours." She barked before anyone had a chance to protest. "Dismissed!"
The pilots stumbled out of the conference room, shocked at what they just heard. "Did she just...high...whaa..." Duo sputtered.
"Injustice! Damn woman and their ideas!" WuFei raged.
The others had similar thoughts, but Trowa simply stated "And so the games begin."
Heero sighed, "mission: accepted."
A/N: Yes, I know that I painted Une out to be a bitch, which she can be at times. She is however, one of my favorite, and most respected characters, but I would not be doing her justice if I were to paint her a some swotty sap type character. She is a slave driver, end of argument.
This story just happened to pop in my head the other day, so I was compelled to jot it down. I figured that I'm happy with the first chapter, but I'd like to know what your thoughts are. The update button is just down there. Do you see it? It's kinda blueish and on the left hand side...Push it...push it...come on, why are you still reading this? I need your inspiration! (Please!)
Thanks, Ceri