Gundam Wing: La Femmes
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
(c)2001
Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.
Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found in the GW:LaF Glossary. To reach it, just click on my penname above and look at all my fics- I beleive it's titled "Glossary".
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Prequel stuff:
5 girls show up the GW universe…
Estelle (star) Brownlow
MS: Gundame Final Kiss
Origin: British & Australian
Age: NOTE: all ages are relative to the time in the story.) Roughly all the girls are the same ages as the GW Boys.
Hair: Honey Blond
Eyes: Green
Though quiet, Estelle has the proud spirit of the British combined with the gung-ho what-the-hell attitude of Australia burning within her. Though she despises the concept of war, she realizes she must fight to maintain peace.
Andria (great femininity) Ntengi
MS: Gundame Jungle Orb
Origin: African & European
Age:
Hair: Copper
Eyes: Green
Andria is a descendant of the Europeans who originally colonized Africa. She has learned from the mistakes of her forefathers and her greatest desire is to bring equality to everyone- though not socialism either.
Raisa (rose) Kobiak
MS: Gundame Whisper War
Origin: Russian
Age:
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
She was the first to tower above her friends and was clumsy as a child- Raisa has spent all of her life fighting that clumsiness and doesn't realize that she has turned into a graceful, elegant, beautiful creature, remembering only the torment of her childhood.
Kyla (lovely) Addison
MS: Gundame Thistle Wing
Origin: Scottish
Age:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Kyla loves to laugh and is the heart of the group. She is the most sensitive and compassionate and she believes in smiling. However she is also very territorial when it comes to her friends and her homeland- she'll fight to the death to preserve it.
Isabel (she who is consecrated to god) Halcon
MS: Gundame Bloodied Thorn (Ukatan as a joke)
Origin: Spanish
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Isabel, too, believes in having a little fun now and then- but her ideas of fun tend to follow the Latino ideals of the risqué. Always flamboyant, she can appear intimidating, especially in her rage. Her dress tends towards the revealing, but it's all good. ("Did you just call me weak, Chinese Boy? I am not weak. I do not have to tell people they are weak to make myself feel stronger! *starts swearing in Spanish*").
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The year is the same as that in which Endless Waltz takes place, though it is several months after those events. The Gundam Pilots are finally becoming accustomed to civilian life-
All but one.
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Heero Yuy walked through the town, staring straight ahead, ignoring the people on either side of him. His expression did not change as he continued towards his hotel, stopping to consult the directions only once. He spoke as little as possible to the man behind the desk and went silently up to his room, needing no porter to carry his single backpack.
He had taken the flight to America for no reason at all- perhaps because he had no reason. Was rebellion against authority finally starting to assert itself in his life of obeying orders and completing missions? He didn't like to think about what that would mean. So he had come to America to see what there was to see.
He turned on the TV, only to find clips of another of Relena's speeches on the news. He quickly turned it off. He didn't want to think about her- the light was gone from her eyes now. He went to sleep.
The next morning, he picked up his backpack again, paid at the desk and decided to walk to the next town. He was wandering aimlessly now. He took his trek into the forests near the town, unable to enjoy the way the early morning sunlight fell through the trees.
"Who's there?" a female voice demanded.
Heero instantly went on alert, cursing his lack of discipline. He looked between the trees warily, one hand slowly creeping towards his gun.
"I said, who's there?" she demanded again.
Heero went for his gun. Damn! He'd left it in his bag!
She burst threw the bushes, her own gun drawn, ready to aim at his heart. Copper hair flew back out of her face to reveal green eyes and-
"A girl?" Heero faltered. She couldn't much older than he was. Now he understood the shock many adults had felt at seeing him on the battle field.
"A boy?" she looked equally surprised, but her aim never faltered. "Alright, who are you and what are you doing trespassing?"
"I didn't know I was trespassing."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really." She seemed to reevaluate him. "You must be new to the area then. What are you doing here, stranger?"
"Andria? Andria, girl, talk to me!" another female voice with a Spanish accent came from the girl's pocket.
"Not now, Isabel!" she hissed.
"Hey, Andria, girl you can't just leave me hanging here!"
"Shut up, Isabel! There's an intruder!" she snapped.
"Fuck the intruder. Bring it in already and stop fucking around."
Andria rolled her eyes before returning full attention to Heero. He wasn't going anywhere. "You heard the girl. March."
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The walk to the Keep involved Heero marching ahead of Andria, who kept her eyes and most of her attention on him while she was barraged with mild swearing in Spanish with a few question mixed in via the radio in her pocket.
Andria brought Heero inside to a room on the second floor and shoved him at a girl with black hair and eyes, but relatively pale skin. "Here is the intruder. Are you happy now? Stop calling me a frikkin Muchacha del idiota!!" she slammed the door behind her.
The girl blinked at Heero, unfazed. "You're cute," she said approvingly.
Heero glared at her in his usual fashion.
"And not talkative. That's alright. Come on, materia caliente," she handcuffed him and lead him out of the small room with the radio system in it and away down a hallway.
"Fresh meat?" a tall blonde they passed asked.
"fresco como vienen," Heero's captor replied, grinning. The blonde laughed and they continued on. "Here you go, materia caliente," she said, unlocking a door and guiding him inside. "Don't try to escape- I doubt it will work. Don't worry, we'll feed you and keep you clean. Someone will talk to you later as well. Adios, materia caliente," she uncuffed him and left, locking the door behind her.
Heero looked around the room. It was well furnished, though a little too- pastel green for his taste. He went to the window, first running a hand along the seams to test for weak places. Outside, an inner courtyard was full of girls of varying ages practices martial arts sequences. "What?" he stared at them. "A training ground?"
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Remember, all Spanish can be found in the glossary. When I find an abolute way to link to it, I will and then you can thank me.
Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!!
But thank you for reading anyway :)
-Lady Lye
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
(c)2001
Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.
Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found in the GW:LaF Glossary. To reach it, just click on my penname above and look at all my fics- I beleive it's titled "Glossary".
__________________________________
Prequel stuff:
5 girls show up the GW universe…
Estelle (star) Brownlow
MS: Gundame Final Kiss
Origin: British & Australian
Age: NOTE: all ages are relative to the time in the story.) Roughly all the girls are the same ages as the GW Boys.
Hair: Honey Blond
Eyes: Green
Though quiet, Estelle has the proud spirit of the British combined with the gung-ho what-the-hell attitude of Australia burning within her. Though she despises the concept of war, she realizes she must fight to maintain peace.
Andria (great femininity) Ntengi
MS: Gundame Jungle Orb
Origin: African & European
Age:
Hair: Copper
Eyes: Green
Andria is a descendant of the Europeans who originally colonized Africa. She has learned from the mistakes of her forefathers and her greatest desire is to bring equality to everyone- though not socialism either.
Raisa (rose) Kobiak
MS: Gundame Whisper War
Origin: Russian
Age:
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
She was the first to tower above her friends and was clumsy as a child- Raisa has spent all of her life fighting that clumsiness and doesn't realize that she has turned into a graceful, elegant, beautiful creature, remembering only the torment of her childhood.
Kyla (lovely) Addison
MS: Gundame Thistle Wing
Origin: Scottish
Age:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Kyla loves to laugh and is the heart of the group. She is the most sensitive and compassionate and she believes in smiling. However she is also very territorial when it comes to her friends and her homeland- she'll fight to the death to preserve it.
Isabel (she who is consecrated to god) Halcon
MS: Gundame Bloodied Thorn (Ukatan as a joke)
Origin: Spanish
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Isabel, too, believes in having a little fun now and then- but her ideas of fun tend to follow the Latino ideals of the risqué. Always flamboyant, she can appear intimidating, especially in her rage. Her dress tends towards the revealing, but it's all good. ("Did you just call me weak, Chinese Boy? I am not weak. I do not have to tell people they are weak to make myself feel stronger! *starts swearing in Spanish*").
__________________________________
The year is the same as that in which Endless Waltz takes place, though it is several months after those events. The Gundam Pilots are finally becoming accustomed to civilian life-
All but one.
__________________________________
Heero Yuy walked through the town, staring straight ahead, ignoring the people on either side of him. His expression did not change as he continued towards his hotel, stopping to consult the directions only once. He spoke as little as possible to the man behind the desk and went silently up to his room, needing no porter to carry his single backpack.
He had taken the flight to America for no reason at all- perhaps because he had no reason. Was rebellion against authority finally starting to assert itself in his life of obeying orders and completing missions? He didn't like to think about what that would mean. So he had come to America to see what there was to see.
He turned on the TV, only to find clips of another of Relena's speeches on the news. He quickly turned it off. He didn't want to think about her- the light was gone from her eyes now. He went to sleep.
The next morning, he picked up his backpack again, paid at the desk and decided to walk to the next town. He was wandering aimlessly now. He took his trek into the forests near the town, unable to enjoy the way the early morning sunlight fell through the trees.
"Who's there?" a female voice demanded.
Heero instantly went on alert, cursing his lack of discipline. He looked between the trees warily, one hand slowly creeping towards his gun.
"I said, who's there?" she demanded again.
Heero went for his gun. Damn! He'd left it in his bag!
She burst threw the bushes, her own gun drawn, ready to aim at his heart. Copper hair flew back out of her face to reveal green eyes and-
"A girl?" Heero faltered. She couldn't much older than he was. Now he understood the shock many adults had felt at seeing him on the battle field.
"A boy?" she looked equally surprised, but her aim never faltered. "Alright, who are you and what are you doing trespassing?"
"I didn't know I was trespassing."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really." She seemed to reevaluate him. "You must be new to the area then. What are you doing here, stranger?"
"Andria? Andria, girl, talk to me!" another female voice with a Spanish accent came from the girl's pocket.
"Not now, Isabel!" she hissed.
"Hey, Andria, girl you can't just leave me hanging here!"
"Shut up, Isabel! There's an intruder!" she snapped.
"Fuck the intruder. Bring it in already and stop fucking around."
Andria rolled her eyes before returning full attention to Heero. He wasn't going anywhere. "You heard the girl. March."
__________________________________
The walk to the Keep involved Heero marching ahead of Andria, who kept her eyes and most of her attention on him while she was barraged with mild swearing in Spanish with a few question mixed in via the radio in her pocket.
Andria brought Heero inside to a room on the second floor and shoved him at a girl with black hair and eyes, but relatively pale skin. "Here is the intruder. Are you happy now? Stop calling me a frikkin Muchacha del idiota!!" she slammed the door behind her.
The girl blinked at Heero, unfazed. "You're cute," she said approvingly.
Heero glared at her in his usual fashion.
"And not talkative. That's alright. Come on, materia caliente," she handcuffed him and lead him out of the small room with the radio system in it and away down a hallway.
"Fresh meat?" a tall blonde they passed asked.
"fresco como vienen," Heero's captor replied, grinning. The blonde laughed and they continued on. "Here you go, materia caliente," she said, unlocking a door and guiding him inside. "Don't try to escape- I doubt it will work. Don't worry, we'll feed you and keep you clean. Someone will talk to you later as well. Adios, materia caliente," she uncuffed him and left, locking the door behind her.
Heero looked around the room. It was well furnished, though a little too- pastel green for his taste. He went to the window, first running a hand along the seams to test for weak places. Outside, an inner courtyard was full of girls of varying ages practices martial arts sequences. "What?" he stared at them. "A training ground?"
__________________________________
Remember, all Spanish can be found in the glossary. When I find an abolute way to link to it, I will and then you can thank me.
Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!!
But thank you for reading anyway :)
-Lady Lye