(A/N: Hey all! Woot! My second Gundam Wing fic! Tell me if I'm doing a decent job! Now READ ON!)
"This is so annoying." Chang Wufei growled staring out the window as the scenery flew by.
"For once I agree with you." Duo Maxwell grumped, "We didn't sign up for this gig to be babysitters."
"I don't like it either, but we have to deal." Quatre Reberba Winner said pacifyingly, "We don't get to choose our missions."
"Not too mention…listening to you to whine…is really beginning to grate on my nerves." Heero Yuy muttered.
Trowa Barton nodded in silent agreement.
The Gundam pilots were sulking in the backseats of a military hummer currently being driven by Lucrezia Noin. The Fab Five (ha! had to put that in. sorry) were griping at a professional level that could put a whiny toddler to shame as they moaned about how much they were above their current assignment: serving as bodyguards for the daughters of a very politically influential man who had been under constant siege as of late.
"Heh. Easy there, boys." Noin chuckled as they began the drive up to the mansion, passing the sprawling grounds as they did so, "It's not like this is the doctors trying to mess with you. These orders came down from Vice Foreign Minister Dorlian herself."
"…Relena?" Heero muttered.
"Are you kiddin' me?" Duo griped, "She's the one puttin' us through this?"
"I must admit, this is highly unusual for her." Quatre murmured.
"Tch….meddling wench." Wufei growled, earning a piercing glare from Heero.
"It is rather strange." Noin said, nodding in agreement, "But you must understand that Sugino Hatake was the best of friends with Relena's adoptive father while he was alive."
"…a special circumstance then." Trowa murmured, speaking for the first time.
"That's right." Noin smirked as she pulled up to the marble steps leading to the carved mahogany front door.
"It's still annoying as hell…why me?" Duo grumped, violet eyes flashing as they climbed the steps.
"If this turns out to be a false alarm...there will be hell to pay." Wufei murmured, black eyes glittering with ill intent.
"Let's just do our job, okay?" Quatre asked fretfully, blue eyes filled with worry as they reached the front door.
"A mission is a mission and shall be completed to the fullest extent of my abilities." Heero said mechanically, Prussian blue eyes disclosing nothing.
Trowa merely rang the bell instead of monologue-ing with the other pilots.
-chk-lak-
A rather frazzled looking man in his late forties answered the door. He had honey colored hair that was streaked with grey and white from stress, crow's feet at the corner's of his ice blue eyes a thick mustache that almost hid his upper lip from view.
"Mr. Sugino Hatake?" Noin asked, saluting, "I am Lucrezia Noin. We received notice of the recent attacks on you and your family and-"
"Oh please come in." He said quickly, practically dragging them into the front entry, "I'm so glad you're here."
The Gundam pilot's barely listened to Hatake as he told Noin about another assault that had occurred just last night. They were far too busy taking in the surroundings as they made their way into the living room-and cursing their fate as babysitters.
"…so that sums it up." Hatake finalized fretfully, "My girl's have no inkling that this harassment is taking place. I wouldn't want them to worry about me, but at the same time, I fear for their safety. Please take care of them."
"Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Sugino." Noin smiled reassuringly, gesturing to the G-boys, "They'll be in the care of our best operatives. So you can put your mind at ease."
The man looked like he was ready to cry from sheer relief when his wrist watch went off.
"Oh!" Hatake said, ice blue eyes widening, "They'll be home any minute!"
"Well this is just perfect." Noin smiled, shooting a rather mischievous look at the pilots, "This will save time on introductions."
As if on cue, the front door swung open and four, loud raucous female voices, bickering loudly, came storming in.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT MITSUKI?"
"HEE HEE! THAT WAS FUCKIN' HILARIOUS!"
"HEY! HATOZAKI'S A PERV! DEAL WITH IT!"
"STOP FIGHTING!"
Four girls-no. Scratch that. Four COMPLETLY IDENTICAL teenaged girls, as in, couldn't be more identical if you cloned them identical, stormed into the living room. They all had honey colored hair down to the smalls of their backs with bangs reaching their chins. And all four had a matching set of glittering green eyes, obviously inherited from their mother.
Five jaws dropped at once.
"I…I thought we were gonna be dealin' with ankle biters…not a buncha teenage doppelgangers." Duo thought dumbly.
"Women…tch…Injustice…I don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve this." Wufei thought grouchily.
"Oh Allah…show mercy on me." Quatre begged silently to his god as the argument between the siblings raged, ensuring they failed to register the guests.
Heero merely made a mental note that only four of five were present and did nothing to quell the fighting.
Trowa did the same, also recalling that there were supposed to be five sisters and that only four were currently present, then resumed staring at the coffee table.
"Misaki! Michiru! Mikura! Mitsuki! That's enough!" Hatake barked, making the four girls jump, "Where's Mimiru? Why isn't she with you?"
"Well, today is Wednesday, Dad." One of the four chimed, twirling a strand of hair absently around her index finger.
"Yee-yah. She has dance practice, remember?" another of the quartet asked.
"Hee! You're so absentminded, Daddy." A third member of the foursome grinned.
"Don't be rude to Dad…please?" the fourth asked, a pleading edge in her voice.
"It's alright, Michiru." Hatake sighed, "It's my own fault."
"Huh? D-Daddy? Wh-who're these guys?" the fourth girl blinked, finally noticing that they weren't alone.
"Ooo! Blondie's sooo cute!" the third of the four squealed, making Quatre turn an interesting shade of pink.
"What is it with you and blondes, Mitsuki?" the second of the quartet snorted.
"So? It's not any different with you and brunettes, Misaki." The first of the foursome snickered.
"Shut it, Mikura." The girl referred to as Misaki snapped.
"All of you, knock it off." Hatake growled, "To start things off, why don't we have the boys introduce themselves."
Pilot's one, three, four and five all began staring pointedly at pilot two, who blinked, a little started, then groaned a little as he rose from his place on the couch.
"Duo Maxwell! I may run, and I may hide, but I will never tell a lie!" the braided boy declared.
"Big words." The girl who had been referred to as Mikura smirked, "Let's see you live up to them."
"Heero Yuy." The Prussian blue eyed boy said perfunctorily without rising from his seat.
"Trowa Barton." The olive eyed clown nodded, also choosing not to rise.
"Hee! I like his hair! It's-pffffft-awesome!" the girl who had been called Misaki, said shakily before beginning to quake in silent laughter, "H-h-how does he get it to st-st-st-stay that way?" she squeaked, almost caving to the greater good and laughing her ass off.
"Quatre Raberba Winner. It is a pleasure to meet you." The blonde pilot of Sandrock said decorously, bowing to the four girls and their father.
"Cute with manners…" Mitsuki thought to herself wistfully, "…why are the lookers always gay? Why?"
"Chang Wufei. I warn you once: do not cross me." The Chinese boy growled.
"Th-that guy…scares me." Michiru thought nervously, "I wonder what he's doing here."
"Your turn, girls, and NO NAME SWITCHING!" Hatake barked, making everyone jump.
"Oh-okayeee. I'm Sugino Mikura. Howdy-doodie!" One smiled, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
"S-S-Sugino Michi-chiru," another stuttered out nervously, pressing her fingers together out of agitation.
"Sugino Misaki. Nice to meet you!" A third grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"I'm Sugino Mitsuki. Hi…I guess." the fourth said offhandedly, giving a slight wave.
"Absent from our number is the eldest of the quints, Mimiru." Hatake sighed, "Now girls…these boys, they're here to protect you."
"…protect us, Dad?" Mikura blinked.
"Protect us from what exactly?" Misaki asked, eyes narrowing.
"…from…whomever's after your old man." Hatake replied tiredly, "There's no getting around it. I'm under attack girls, and your lives are at risk as well. These boys are here to ensure your safety."
"Wait, wait, wait." Mitsuki stammered, "Hold th' phone. Wh-what about at school? Doncha think people will ask questions when five strange guys start following us?"
"Oh I have that covered." Noin snickered, "They can pose as your boyfriends."
There was a silence.
"WHAT DID YOU SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?" The girls screamed together.
"Were you dropped on your head as an infant?" Mitsuki screeched, "All of us, Michiru included, are in serious relationships!"
"We're not gonna throw all that away because of some plan that, by the sound of it, you thought up while you were blitzed!" Mikura snarled.
"I've heard a lot of stupid things come out of peoples mouths, but this tops them all!" Misaki cried, throwing her hands into the air.
"Th-that's right." Michiru stammered, "Th-think up a new plan!"
"GIRLS!" Hatake bellowed, "That's enough! We all have to make sacrifices."
"Are you saying that we have to…just so they can…but…but Dad!" Mikura cried.
Sugino Hatake's expression never changed.
All four girls shot angered looks at the ground, before lifting their heads to reveal twisted, evil, maliciousgrins, all directed at their...bodyguards.
"We're gonna make your lives a living HELL!" they snickered.
And with that, all four began screaming at once, running back and forth until the pilots couldn't remember who was who, then the quartet of look-alikes shot off in four opposing directions.
"Oh man…now what?" Duo wondered aloud.
"Now you go find them while I brief Mr Sugino on the details." Noin said cheerfully, ushering the man out the door.
"But…but…" Quatre begged as Noin disappeared through the doorway.
"Good luck, boys." She called as the front door closed with an echoing -THM-
(A/N:The mysterious Mimiru returns from dance practice to find her house in chaos, five strange guys in her home, and her sister's in hiding. What will she do? R&R!)