Never
Feed Ice Cream to Hyper Four Year Olds
Calliope
Prologue
to Hell's Angels
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing (all you people out
there should be thanking god for that!)
Authoresses Note: OK so you know the whole girls are
pilots thing? I NEVER SEEM TO GET IT
RIGHT! At least never how I want it…so I'm starting again *hears numerous
groans from audience* HEY I'm doing the best I can here! Anyway regardless of the title this isn't
sap thank you very much. Enjoy the fic
(hopefully this one will be the one and not another rough draft) BTW:
there are ten colony clusters L sorry
~*~
"It's not
magic, it's science!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
::Dr. J, we've just made a
huge discovery!::
::What?::
::Bonding::
::What about it?::
::It's physical!::
::I KNOW THAT you nit wit::
::NO Dr. J I mean two people
can be physically, mentally and emotionally tied to each other!::
::What do you mean?::
::The girl and the boy, Angel
and Odin, if you were to cut his arm with a knife, she would feel the pain::
::Are you serious?::
::Yes Sir::
--January 29, AC 185 Dr. J and Private Rogers.
December
20, AC 197:: The private residence of Melissa Amaranth, Colony L1 X18793,
Sector 5A
"TRENT! NO! Please, please don't eat any of those
pennies!"
"LEIGH! Don't touch that vase!"
"Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, how
does she always talk me into babysitting for her! GOD NO TRENT NOT GRANDMA'S ANTIQUE SCULPTURE!" the poor woman
shouted.
"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY! STOP!" She
screamed.
Both energetic toddlers came to a
halt. Trent was just about to pour salt
all over his unsuspecting twin sister, Leigh, who was throwing Kleenex tissues
all over the room.
"How about, we go out for ice
cream?" Melissa suggested.
"YEAH!" Trent shouted.
"NO, I WANT MOMMY!" Leigh shouted.
These kids were four, and Melissa
couldn't possibly begin to fathom how hard they were to handle when they were
going through their terrible twos. It
was a wonder their mother wasn't dead or insane yet. But of course, their mother was much stronger than that, and so
were their aunts, and all of them were already pretty much insane if you
thought about it... Melissa sighed when
she thought of the mother, she was still having trouble believing that these
four year olds were getting the better of her. Well, things are just gonna have to change, she thought while
looking at the angelic faces of the twin terrors.
"And they look so innocent." She
muttered while watching the kids bounce around the house.
"ICE CREAM ICE CREAM!"
"MOMMA MOMMA!"
"ICE CREAM!"
"MOMMA!"
"ICE CREAM!"
"MOMMA!"
"Can I just crawl into a hole and
die now?"
"Course not Aunty Mel!"
"Ugh."
~*~
L7 Z34567:
"Has the
Gouka been released yet?"
"Yes,
sir."
"Good. How are my mobile suits doing?"
"The
upgrades are almost finished, we're right on schedule, Sir."
"Excellent."
General
Devreau sat back in his chair. Everything was going as planned. Everything was as close to perfect as it was going to get. He'd hit the earth and he'd hit it
hard. "We need a little war to shake
things up around the human race." He thought while smirking. "My children have come back to me, all
nine. Soon everything will be
fine. No, wait, not fine, soon the
world will be at war. Life is
beautiful, but death is intoxicating."
~*~
L1 H87953:
"Ms.
Cherie Asriel, any day now." A thin, tall, sharp woman in her mid-thirties
stated. She was the teacher, the
dreaded…Ms. Young.
A
seventeen year old girl choose now to walk to the front of the class carrying a
bunch of papers. She had hair that
wasn't quite brown yet wasn't quite blond. It seemed to fade strangely in-between the two, it was slightly wavy and
stopped at the chest. She had bangs
that went only a little below the chin, framing her face. She was wearing the normal school uniform,
of course, black skirt that went to a little above the knees, and a white
blouse with the school emblem printed on it. She waited for everyone to quiet down before she began her presentation.
"Pacifism
is a utopian ideal. It is literally
unattainable. Impossible." She began,
but paused at the whispering going on in the classroom then began again. "Relena Peacecraft advocated this idea
shamelessly. She put false hope in the
hearts of the human race, and planted in them the thought that maybe one day we
can achieve true pacifism. It's
ludicrous." She said, "Human beings aren't perfect, we don't all think the
same. Fighting is an instinct,
domination, power. We as a race
constantly search for perfection and are mesmerized by greatness, or at least
our idea of it. True peace is out of
our reach, as long as there are organisms on earth there will be con—"
"THAT is
quite enough, Ms. Asriel, please take your seat." The teacher interrupted.
Cherie Asriel
went back to her desk in the back corner of the room.
"Hmph."
She thought, "I thought the goal of a teacher is to help their students think
and learn." Then, "She would've liked the ending though, it is
contradictory towards the whole rest of it. I was going to say that even if peace is unattainable we might be
able to get close to it if we try…people never like to sit through things that
are unpleasant, even if there's a tiny chance that the end might actually be
okay. Oh well, now I'm being a
hypocrite."
"MS. ASRIEL! I've no idea where you are but we on
Earth would like you to come back for a second so you can answer Deborah's
question!" Miss Young said sharply, snapping Cherie out of her reverie.
"Could
you please repeat the question?" She asked confidently.
"Ms.
Enrico was just talking about the ways that the colonies were right in
withdrawing their support from the gundams. Do you agree that this was a righteous decision made by the colonists?"
Ms. Young said, still sharply.
"I
believe this woman is trying to best me." Cherie thought. "No, Ms. Young, I don't believe that was a
righteous decision." She said.
"Oh, well
than what do you believe?" Ms. Young said in a mocking tone.
"I
believe that if there was anything 'righteous' about the war in '95, it would
have to be the fact that the gundam pilots continued to defend the colonies,
the earth, and the fragile peace that was beginning, even after their homes had
betrayed them. That was the
closest thing to righteousness." Cherie stated nonchalantly. "Now I'm not even exploring another person's
opinions, they might actually be plausible. I think I'm playing this part a little too well." She thought.
"Hmph."
Ms. Young said.
The bell
rang and school was out.
"December
8 already. Oh well, better start the
count down. Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one."
BOOM!!!
"Mission
accomplished." Cherie whispered as a slight breeze blew by, "Mission
accomplished…"
~*~
Somewhere in Okinawa, exact location classified:
"Angel's
got a green light on the Sector Five base." A young woman with braided black
hair remarked.
"Great! Anywho, I heard the guys are taking a
vacation to the Masaki Shrine!" Another girl with short blondish hair replied.
"Yeah,
she can meet us there!" Yet another girl, this time with blackish bluish chest
length hair said.
"Ok that
sounds good, I'll send Spy Girl up to comm. room 2 to tell her." A woman with
red hair offered.
"Already
done it!" Said a girl with shoulder length blond hair.
"Alright
then, we unlucky folk have to get back to the guys before they get suspicious."
The girl with the bluish black hair joked.
"Yeah,
and we've gotta change back too." The girl with the short blond hair said.
"Right."
The woman with the red hair agreed.
All three
tapped tiny gems embedded in their wrists, and they all changed, hair grew
longer or shorter, makeup vanished, and eyebrows grew.
"Well off
we go!" The girl with the blackish bluish hair said.
"Yeah,
yeah, yeah." The other two deadpanned.
"See you
guys later!" said the girl with the black hair.
"Kay!"
The three girls replied before exiting the room.
"I guess
we're the lucky ones." The girl with the shoulder length blond hair stated.
"Depends
on how you look at it." The girl with the black hair said while exiting the
room, "I got to go so I'll see you later!" She threw over her shoulder.
"Maybe, I've
got a date with Mark from encrypting 101!" The blond girl shouted back.
Both
girls began laughing and the girl with the black hair exited while the girl
with the blond hair went back to the moniters. "I wonder how Mel is doing." She
thought.
(at the
ice cream shop on L1 X18793 in Sector 5A)
"NO NO NO
NO NO PLEASE DON'T JUMP ON THAT TABLE!!! I'M INCREDIBLY SORRY MISS I DIDN'T
MEAN TO---LEIGH NO WATCH OUT FOR THAT--*CRASH* OH GEE I'M SO SORRY SIR I'LL PAY
FOR THAT!"
(back in
the comm. room)
"Hmm what
was that?" The blond girl asked. "Probably
just my imagination."