Author's Note: San is the lost Gundam pilot, you could say. She's fifteen, and her number means four, the culture she represents is the African culture. There's a couple of pics of her on the site that you can take a lookin' at. I officially haven't written the story to San and how she came and all that jazz, so this is kinda a warm up story, a funny little fic I wrote one late night. Hope you enjoy it.
San wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and looked
at her cards in her hand. She prayed she had the best hand out of everyone's.
Suddenly, Duo shouted, "Royal Flush!" And grinned triumphantly.Quatre,
Troya, Wufei, Heero and San all lay their cards out. San turned pale as
she realized she had the lowest hand.
Somehow, somewhere along the way, someone had gotten
ahold of some alcohol. Wufei was still sober, even with the many drinks
he had had, Quatre blushed a bright red constantly, Troya hiccuped and
Duo and Heero lay together on the ground in fits of giggles. By now, Duo
was in his boxers, Quatre in only his pants, Heero in only his socks, Wufei
in only his undershirt and pants, and Troya in his pants, both shoes and
socks now lost. San smirked a little at each of the boys loss, especially
Heero's. But then, she realized her own predicament: only her bra and panties
now remained. Her face blushed a little, but she gulped down more of the
tequila bottle that was in front of her and began to hiccup.
A while later, San had managed to find all of the
girls, with some resistance from Rilina, and brought them to where the
five boys waited. Sitting down in the circle, San explained, "Okay, first
and only rule: If the bottle lands on the same sex, either kiss them on
the cheek or spin again. If you chose to spin again, you either have
to kiss your second choice, no matter who, on the lips or forfeit an item
of clothing." She hiccuped and Heero giggled. San placed the bottle in
the middle and spun it.
Noin opened the door the the military base's rec
room. Six teenagers lay draped over different objects, pieces of clothing
strewn everywhere. Something stirred from underneath a shirt and a pair
of pants. An eye peeked out from a hole, blinked., then closed agan, and
dug back under the clothes.
"Guys, come on, you're not gonna make m-"
"Rules are rules. Take your shirt off." Duo grinned
even more.
"Guys!" San protested and all, except for Duo, who
was grinning, gave her a withering glare.
"We are playing 'Strip Poker', remember?"
Troya raised an eyebrow.
San looked at all five guys. Quatre had lost his
shirt, Heero was in his underwear, Wufei had lost only his first shirt,
Troya was only in his pants with a missing sock and shoe, Dup had managed
to retain every article of clothing on him.
"All right! All right!" San finally agreed and slipped
her top off. All five boys went slack jawed.
"You really are flat!" Duo stated and San punched
him. It was a few more minutes before they could return to their game,
and San sighed inwardly.
"Hey guys! I have an idea...Why don't I gather Sally,
Rilina, Hilde and Dorothy an' we play a game of 'Spin the Bottle'?" San
asked, between hiccups. Each guy nodded enthusiastically and San grabbed
her clothes.
"Okay, first choice is..." She waited until it stopped,
"Troyakun." He paled, and San drew near him. Frantically, he looked to
everyone, who just merely smiled. Except for Heero, who was now giggling
rampantly on the floor. Forcefully, San grabbed him, kissed Troya full
on the lips, and sat back. He blinked. Or at least, the one eye that you
could see from underneath his hair. Slowly, a smile crept onto his face.
He lunged forward, grabbed San and put his lips on hers. Duo let out a
whoop from where he sat, and Heero whistled. A few minutes later, deep
into the kiss, Troya sat back. It was San's turn to blink. It was obvious
Troya was drunk. Sober, he never would've done anything like this.
"Um...okay, Wufei, your turn." San pointed to him.
"Damn woman." He muttered, and spun the bottle.
It landed on Sally. "Is this rigged?!" He yelled, as Sally said, "C'mere,
big boy..." and motion for him to near. Wufei shook his head and crossed
his arms.
"Wufei...Rules of the game. Spin again if you don't
like it." San reminded him. He stood up and left the room.
Everyone blinked. San shrugged, deciding it wasn't
a big loss, and pointed to Quatre. Hesitantly, he reached for the bottle.
Sally pouted, "Game's not fun anymore," picked herself
up and left. Dorothy, Hilde and Rilina followed suit.
"Hey! Wait! No! You can't..." San begged the girls.
They ignored her and shut the door behind them. She sighed, blowing her
hair away from her right eye. She looked back at the guys, in various positions,
missing various articles of clothing.
And San laughed. She threw her head back and fell
backward onto the ground behind her. She held her stomach with her hands,
and soon five other voices joined in.
Noin grinned, and decided to leave the pilots alone.