Gundam Shorts (No, Not the Spandex Kind!) Part 1
by Euterpe
These are just a bunch of silly little sketches I had about Gundam Wing that were floating through my head. Watch out- there's spoilers for just about everything. These basically go in order of the epsiodes in the series...I really didn't have any particular place to put them, so here they are...now read them, dammit!
Disclaimer: *Enter Relena* "Hi everyone! Euterpe asked me to do the disclaimer for her fic, so here goes!" *clears her throat* "Um, let's see...'Euterpe...'" *pauses to look at script* "'doesn't own...'" *checks script again* "'Gundam...'" *once again refers to script* "Oh no! I lost my place! Pargan, come help me with this! It's just too hard for me!" *Pargan enters* "It's quite simple, Miss Relena. 'Euterpe doesn't own Gundam Wing.' Now come on, let's go. It's time for you to take your medication. Goodnight, everyone! And please remember to review!"
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Quatre Winner was excited. Today was the big day, the day of Operation Meteor, when he would board his Gundam Sandrock and descend to Earth to fight the tyranny of the Alliance, in order to bring peace and freedom to the colonies. He had heard the Earth was beautiful. Just so beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful. And now, after months of training and equipping his mech, he was all set to go. There was just one thing missing. He simply had to look his best for his first terrorist mission, so he would need a clean shirt to wear. Unfortunately, when he went to look in his closet, there were none available.
'Crap,' he thought to himself. 'And the Maguanacs aren't around, so I'm going to have to take the matter into my own hands.' He left his room and began the long trek through his family's mansion in the direction of the laundry room, hoping to get there in an hour or so. Luckily, when he arrived there he discovered that a fresh load had just been done, so he had plenty of clean shirts to chose from. But when he opened the dryer door, he nearly fainted from shock. Seconds later, he was pounding up the stairs to confront his multitude of sisters.
"All right, which one of you put her red underwear in with my wash? You turned all of my shirts pink! Now what am I going to wear to Operation Meteor today?"
None of his sisters wanted to claim responsibility, and since Quatre was such a nice guy, he decided to let them off the hook. "Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. I'll just have deal with it for now, I'm running late as it is." He ran back to his room to change. 'Hey, I kinda like the pink. It looks good on me. I think I'll stick with it...'
*****
Relena Darlian approached the new student nervously, invitation in hand. She had met this boy named Heero Yuy by chance earlier that day, and she was intrigued by the aura of danger that surrounded him. Now, she was about to bestow upon him the great honor of being invitied to her birthday party. He was just sure to accept her offer, she knew it. No one could ever refuse her because she simply radiated charm. All of her classmates anxiously gathered around to see what would happen.
"I'm having my birthday party tomorrow, and I'd be honored if you'd attend." she spoke politely to the young man, handing him the envelope. To her shock and dismay, he ripped it up right in front of her face. He offered no explanation, only calmly sauntering away. As he passed her, he stopped to flick away one of the tears rolling down her face. "Omae o korosu," he hissed, with a smirk on his face.
Relena just stood there, frozen in place by shock. Being unable to speak Japanese, and being a bit on the slow side to begin with, she had no clue what Heero had just said to her. 'I wonder what that means. I bet he likes me. Cool!' She grinned. Not one to hold focus on one topic for too long, her mind began to wander. "Hmm. I like the socks I'm wearing today. They're pretty. What socks should I wear tomorrow? Oh, it's such a difficult decision. I'll have Pargan decide for me."
*****
Duo Maxwell watched in disgust as the mysterious pilot he had just rescued from the Alliance hospital calmly set his own leg. He heard a sickening crack as the bone slid into place. 'Man, this guy just isn't human' he thought. 'Just watching him do that freaks me out.' Shinigami couldn't take anymore. He ran in the direction of the nearest bathroom, ready to blow chunks.
Heero looked up from what he was doing, and paused for a moment. When he was sure that Duo was out of earshot, he let out the most girly scream imaginable. "Waahh! It really hurts! I want my mommy!"
*****
During his mission in Corsica, Quatre had encountered a mobile suit that was almost identical to his. Another Gundam? He and the other pilot began to fight each other, but as their grappling continued, Quatre sensed a familiar feeling in his chest. His spaceheart was trying to tell him something about this other pilot. He was someone much like himself, with the same goals and mission. He was an ally, not an enemy. Following his instincts, Quatre opened the hatch to the cockpit and stepped outside to meet this other person face to face. Almost simultaneously, the other boy came out of his Gundam, his eyes peering out through long bangs.
"This is wrong. We shouldn't be fighting each other!" Quatre called out. The boy had his arms raised in capitulation. "Put your hands down. I was the first one to surrender." An awkward silence settled in. After a brief hesitation, the second pilot spoke to him. "I like your shirt." Quatre beamed. "Um, do you wanna go back to my place now?" he inquired. The banged boy nodded in agreement, and the two quickly abandoned their machines.
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Well that's it for now, but I have plenty more where these came from. Let me know if you want to see them posted.
Thanks to my sister Qtpi123! Even Muses need their own Muses! Check out her fics once you're done reviewing mine- they're great too!
by Euterpe
These are just a bunch of silly little sketches I had about Gundam Wing that were floating through my head. Watch out- there's spoilers for just about everything. These basically go in order of the epsiodes in the series...I really didn't have any particular place to put them, so here they are...now read them, dammit!
Disclaimer: *Enter Relena* "Hi everyone! Euterpe asked me to do the disclaimer for her fic, so here goes!" *clears her throat* "Um, let's see...'Euterpe...'" *pauses to look at script* "'doesn't own...'" *checks script again* "'Gundam...'" *once again refers to script* "Oh no! I lost my place! Pargan, come help me with this! It's just too hard for me!" *Pargan enters* "It's quite simple, Miss Relena. 'Euterpe doesn't own Gundam Wing.' Now come on, let's go. It's time for you to take your medication. Goodnight, everyone! And please remember to review!"
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Quatre Winner was excited. Today was the big day, the day of Operation Meteor, when he would board his Gundam Sandrock and descend to Earth to fight the tyranny of the Alliance, in order to bring peace and freedom to the colonies. He had heard the Earth was beautiful. Just so beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful. And now, after months of training and equipping his mech, he was all set to go. There was just one thing missing. He simply had to look his best for his first terrorist mission, so he would need a clean shirt to wear. Unfortunately, when he went to look in his closet, there were none available.
'Crap,' he thought to himself. 'And the Maguanacs aren't around, so I'm going to have to take the matter into my own hands.' He left his room and began the long trek through his family's mansion in the direction of the laundry room, hoping to get there in an hour or so. Luckily, when he arrived there he discovered that a fresh load had just been done, so he had plenty of clean shirts to chose from. But when he opened the dryer door, he nearly fainted from shock. Seconds later, he was pounding up the stairs to confront his multitude of sisters.
"All right, which one of you put her red underwear in with my wash? You turned all of my shirts pink! Now what am I going to wear to Operation Meteor today?"
None of his sisters wanted to claim responsibility, and since Quatre was such a nice guy, he decided to let them off the hook. "Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. I'll just have deal with it for now, I'm running late as it is." He ran back to his room to change. 'Hey, I kinda like the pink. It looks good on me. I think I'll stick with it...'
*****
Relena Darlian approached the new student nervously, invitation in hand. She had met this boy named Heero Yuy by chance earlier that day, and she was intrigued by the aura of danger that surrounded him. Now, she was about to bestow upon him the great honor of being invitied to her birthday party. He was just sure to accept her offer, she knew it. No one could ever refuse her because she simply radiated charm. All of her classmates anxiously gathered around to see what would happen.
"I'm having my birthday party tomorrow, and I'd be honored if you'd attend." she spoke politely to the young man, handing him the envelope. To her shock and dismay, he ripped it up right in front of her face. He offered no explanation, only calmly sauntering away. As he passed her, he stopped to flick away one of the tears rolling down her face. "Omae o korosu," he hissed, with a smirk on his face.
Relena just stood there, frozen in place by shock. Being unable to speak Japanese, and being a bit on the slow side to begin with, she had no clue what Heero had just said to her. 'I wonder what that means. I bet he likes me. Cool!' She grinned. Not one to hold focus on one topic for too long, her mind began to wander. "Hmm. I like the socks I'm wearing today. They're pretty. What socks should I wear tomorrow? Oh, it's such a difficult decision. I'll have Pargan decide for me."
*****
Duo Maxwell watched in disgust as the mysterious pilot he had just rescued from the Alliance hospital calmly set his own leg. He heard a sickening crack as the bone slid into place. 'Man, this guy just isn't human' he thought. 'Just watching him do that freaks me out.' Shinigami couldn't take anymore. He ran in the direction of the nearest bathroom, ready to blow chunks.
Heero looked up from what he was doing, and paused for a moment. When he was sure that Duo was out of earshot, he let out the most girly scream imaginable. "Waahh! It really hurts! I want my mommy!"
*****
During his mission in Corsica, Quatre had encountered a mobile suit that was almost identical to his. Another Gundam? He and the other pilot began to fight each other, but as their grappling continued, Quatre sensed a familiar feeling in his chest. His spaceheart was trying to tell him something about this other pilot. He was someone much like himself, with the same goals and mission. He was an ally, not an enemy. Following his instincts, Quatre opened the hatch to the cockpit and stepped outside to meet this other person face to face. Almost simultaneously, the other boy came out of his Gundam, his eyes peering out through long bangs.
"This is wrong. We shouldn't be fighting each other!" Quatre called out. The boy had his arms raised in capitulation. "Put your hands down. I was the first one to surrender." An awkward silence settled in. After a brief hesitation, the second pilot spoke to him. "I like your shirt." Quatre beamed. "Um, do you wanna go back to my place now?" he inquired. The banged boy nodded in agreement, and the two quickly abandoned their machines.
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Well that's it for now, but I have plenty more where these came from. Let me know if you want to see them posted.
Thanks to my sister Qtpi123! Even Muses need their own Muses! Check out her fics once you're done reviewing mine- they're great too!