Nazo no Yume
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam W. Gosh, I wish I did. That would kick so much . . . *clears throat* sorry. Don't sue me, please, I don't own much anyway.
Yes, this IS a self-insert. I was bored out of my mind when I wrote it... and it is slightly based off a dream I had... very... bizarre... but fun to write. Yeah... on with the story!
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Erin sighed as she gazed out her classroom's window. Child Development was so boring... it was nothing but movies and bookwork anyway. She stared down at her sketch, doodling on a few more lines here and there. The teacher was rambling again... she seemed to do that a lot. Erin crossed her arms on her desk and put her head on top of them, closing her eyes. 'I'll only rest my head for a minute,' she thought.
"That was stupid and pointless." A voice commented loudly, followed by the slamming of a door. Erin jerked awake, suddenly realizing that she didn't know where she was.
"It was NOT pointless. We succeeded in our mission and that's all that really matters." The voice that replied sounded a bit more feminine than the first, although it was obvious both belonged to teenage boys.
"Just chill out, okay? I don't want to listen to you two argue." A slightly deep voice -- the deepest yet -- cut in. "I'm going to just go sit and watch TV."
Erin froze, realizing something else. She was still sprawled on the living room floor, alone in a house with at least three men. She dug her fingers into the carpet, paralyzed with fear.
"Um, guys..." The deep voice called out again. "Why is there a lady in the middle of our living room?"
Erin slowly opened an eye to find Duo standing in the doorway attaching the living room to the kitchen. "Duo? Duo Maxwell?!"
"Um, yeah... how on Earth did you know my name?" Duo asked suspiciously.
"It's a long story. Weren't Quatre and Wufei arguing in there?" Erin asked, pointing to the kitchen.
"Yes, but..." Duo started.
"Does that mean Heero and Trowa are here, too?" Erin interrupted.
"Yes, but--"
"And how come I can understand you? Don't you speak Japanese?"
"You're speaking Japanese, too, you know!" Duo cried, sounding quite exasperated.
"I am?! Erin blinked. "Where am I?" She asked, pulling herself into a sitting position and crossing her legs underneath her.
"Yes, you are, and you're in our safe house. I'm going to ask you again. How did you know my name? Oh, while you're at it, tell me how you got here, too."
Erin sighed, rocking back and forth a few times. "I don't know how I got here... last thing I remember is being in class at school. The way I know your name is that where I come from, your story is kind of... um..."
"A what?" Heero asked, his hand bringing up a gun aimed directly at Erin's head.
"Hey, don't kill her!" Duo shouted.
Erin swallowed nervously. "Err... a legend, I suppose. Yeah, you could call it that." She grinned weakly. "Could you kindly move that gun?"
Heero narrowed his eyes, but dropped the gun.
Erin sighed with relief, then started sniffling. "I was so scared!" She jumped up, clinging to Trowa's arm. "You'll protect me, right, Trowa- san?!" She started to sob, burying her head in Trowa's chest with extreme difficulty, seeing as how she was about half a foot taller than he was.
Duo blinked at Erin's shaking form. "Well, comfort her, Trowa!"
Trowa hesitantly hugged Erin, patting her back gingerly. "... it's... okay..."
Heero rolled his eyes. "I can't believe this. She got upset over that? Relena never did..."
"But I'm not Relena!" Erin cried, still hanging all over Trowa.
Duo walked over, gently prying Erin away from Trowa. "Okay, okay, we won't kill you. What's your name, anyway?"
Erin sniffled sadly, straightening up. "My name is Erin..." She smiled and winked. "Tricked ya, didn't I?"
Quatre blinked in surprise. "You were faking?!"
"Yeah. Great, huh? I love being an actress." Erin grinned.
"Women..." Wufei grumbled.
Erin shot Wufei a look to kill. "Don't EVER call me 'woman.'"
"Oooh, Wufei, listen to that! She's talking back!" Duo cackled.
"Shut up, Maxwell. What's your last name?" Wufei asked. "I'd like to know your full name."
"Foley. What's it to you?"
"Okay, then, Foley. You don't talk back to me and I will call you 'woman' if I please." Wufei smiled at her cruelly. "Besides..." he took a step forward, reaching up and fingering a section of her short hair. "You don't look much like a woman."
"I'm proud of the fact that I'm brave enough to announce publicly that I hate being feminine." Erin said shortly.
"So, what, you a lesbian or something?" Wufei crossed his arms over his chest.
"No." Erin assumed the same akimbo position as Wufei. "I'm not. I'd also like to mention that you used to be my favorite character in the legend."
Quatre, obviously sick of the standoff, stood between Wufei and Erin. "Okay, stop fighting."
"I'm hungry," Duo interjected, trying to change the subject.
"Can you cook, Erin?" Trowa asked.
"Yes, I can. Having three siblings teaches you such skills." She smiled at Quatre. "And unlike you, Quatre-san, I'm the oldest."
"Then we'll keep you around, but just until you can get back to wherever you came from." Heero nearly growled, then left for his room.
"Um… where should I stay?" Erin asked quietly.
A few seconds of silence elapsed, then Duo smiled. "You can stay with me. You can have Wufei's bed."
"What about me, Maxwell?!" Wufei demanded.
"You can sleep in Heero's room. She is a woman, after all, you did point that out yourself." Quatre smiled.
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let the woman stay in my bed. I don't want any pink when I get back in there, woman."
"Oh, don't worry, Wufei dearest." Erin replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be sure to put in plenty of pink since I hate the color with such a passion."
Wufei narrowed his eyes. "I'm going for a walk." He stormed outside, slamming the door behind him.
Erin sighed. "Duo, is there anything I should do to set up the room?"
Duo shook his head. "Nope, just changed the sheets this morning."
"Good. Can you help me by setting up Heero's extra bed for Wufei?" Erin asked. "I want to write an apology letter. Do you have any paper I could use?"
"Yes, on the desk." Quatre pointed to the wooden desk in the corner. "Trowa, could you help me in the kitchen?"
The two left as Duo left to set up the extra bed and Erin wrote out her letter of apology.
"There!" Erin proclaimed happily as she folded the piece of paper in half twice. "All done!" Carefully she wrote 'Wufei' in her neatest hiragana, and below she wrote 'Erin' in katakana. "See, Duo?" she proudly showed it to him.
"Good job." Duo smiled. "Wish I could write that neatly."
"I usually don't write like this, but I wanted it to be perfect." Erin chuckled to herself, laying the note on the pillow. "Let's go eat, okay?"
Duo nodded, and they went to the kitchen.
After they left, Wufei came back in, walking to Heero's room, which had been abandoned by Heero not long after Duo and Erin went into the kitchen. He noticed the note on the extra bed, and he unfolded it and read it aloud in a low mumble.
"'Wufei – I'm sorry for what I said and I'm sorry you have to sleep in Heero's room. If you want me to, I'll sleep in here and you can sleep in your bed. Once again, I'm sorry.' Bah." He crumpled up the note, throwing it away. He left the room and entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall.
"I will sleep in the extra bed, Foley. You stay in the room with Maxwell."
Erin blinked. "Are you sure, Wufei?"
"Yes." Wufei sat at his place at the table. "Maxwell, help her. She can't figure out the chopsticks."
"I can too!" Erin cried. It was true, but her skills with the utensils were mediocre at best.
"Here, do it this way." Duo reached over, rearranging the chopsticks in Erin's hand.
"Thank you . . . " Erin mumbled, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Wufei simply rolled his eyes. "I don't believe this . . . "
Owari chapter one!
Whew. Took three days of typing to type it up. Can you believe that? Baka siblings, always wanting to shove me off the computer just when I hit a good part… grr.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam W. Gosh, I wish I did. That would kick so much . . . *clears throat* sorry. Don't sue me, please, I don't own much anyway.
Yes, this IS a self-insert. I was bored out of my mind when I wrote it... and it is slightly based off a dream I had... very... bizarre... but fun to write. Yeah... on with the story!
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Erin sighed as she gazed out her classroom's window. Child Development was so boring... it was nothing but movies and bookwork anyway. She stared down at her sketch, doodling on a few more lines here and there. The teacher was rambling again... she seemed to do that a lot. Erin crossed her arms on her desk and put her head on top of them, closing her eyes. 'I'll only rest my head for a minute,' she thought.
"That was stupid and pointless." A voice commented loudly, followed by the slamming of a door. Erin jerked awake, suddenly realizing that she didn't know where she was.
"It was NOT pointless. We succeeded in our mission and that's all that really matters." The voice that replied sounded a bit more feminine than the first, although it was obvious both belonged to teenage boys.
"Just chill out, okay? I don't want to listen to you two argue." A slightly deep voice -- the deepest yet -- cut in. "I'm going to just go sit and watch TV."
Erin froze, realizing something else. She was still sprawled on the living room floor, alone in a house with at least three men. She dug her fingers into the carpet, paralyzed with fear.
"Um, guys..." The deep voice called out again. "Why is there a lady in the middle of our living room?"
Erin slowly opened an eye to find Duo standing in the doorway attaching the living room to the kitchen. "Duo? Duo Maxwell?!"
"Um, yeah... how on Earth did you know my name?" Duo asked suspiciously.
"It's a long story. Weren't Quatre and Wufei arguing in there?" Erin asked, pointing to the kitchen.
"Yes, but..." Duo started.
"Does that mean Heero and Trowa are here, too?" Erin interrupted.
"Yes, but--"
"And how come I can understand you? Don't you speak Japanese?"
"You're speaking Japanese, too, you know!" Duo cried, sounding quite exasperated.
"I am?! Erin blinked. "Where am I?" She asked, pulling herself into a sitting position and crossing her legs underneath her.
"Yes, you are, and you're in our safe house. I'm going to ask you again. How did you know my name? Oh, while you're at it, tell me how you got here, too."
Erin sighed, rocking back and forth a few times. "I don't know how I got here... last thing I remember is being in class at school. The way I know your name is that where I come from, your story is kind of... um..."
"A what?" Heero asked, his hand bringing up a gun aimed directly at Erin's head.
"Hey, don't kill her!" Duo shouted.
Erin swallowed nervously. "Err... a legend, I suppose. Yeah, you could call it that." She grinned weakly. "Could you kindly move that gun?"
Heero narrowed his eyes, but dropped the gun.
Erin sighed with relief, then started sniffling. "I was so scared!" She jumped up, clinging to Trowa's arm. "You'll protect me, right, Trowa- san?!" She started to sob, burying her head in Trowa's chest with extreme difficulty, seeing as how she was about half a foot taller than he was.
Duo blinked at Erin's shaking form. "Well, comfort her, Trowa!"
Trowa hesitantly hugged Erin, patting her back gingerly. "... it's... okay..."
Heero rolled his eyes. "I can't believe this. She got upset over that? Relena never did..."
"But I'm not Relena!" Erin cried, still hanging all over Trowa.
Duo walked over, gently prying Erin away from Trowa. "Okay, okay, we won't kill you. What's your name, anyway?"
Erin sniffled sadly, straightening up. "My name is Erin..." She smiled and winked. "Tricked ya, didn't I?"
Quatre blinked in surprise. "You were faking?!"
"Yeah. Great, huh? I love being an actress." Erin grinned.
"Women..." Wufei grumbled.
Erin shot Wufei a look to kill. "Don't EVER call me 'woman.'"
"Oooh, Wufei, listen to that! She's talking back!" Duo cackled.
"Shut up, Maxwell. What's your last name?" Wufei asked. "I'd like to know your full name."
"Foley. What's it to you?"
"Okay, then, Foley. You don't talk back to me and I will call you 'woman' if I please." Wufei smiled at her cruelly. "Besides..." he took a step forward, reaching up and fingering a section of her short hair. "You don't look much like a woman."
"I'm proud of the fact that I'm brave enough to announce publicly that I hate being feminine." Erin said shortly.
"So, what, you a lesbian or something?" Wufei crossed his arms over his chest.
"No." Erin assumed the same akimbo position as Wufei. "I'm not. I'd also like to mention that you used to be my favorite character in the legend."
Quatre, obviously sick of the standoff, stood between Wufei and Erin. "Okay, stop fighting."
"I'm hungry," Duo interjected, trying to change the subject.
"Can you cook, Erin?" Trowa asked.
"Yes, I can. Having three siblings teaches you such skills." She smiled at Quatre. "And unlike you, Quatre-san, I'm the oldest."
"Then we'll keep you around, but just until you can get back to wherever you came from." Heero nearly growled, then left for his room.
"Um… where should I stay?" Erin asked quietly.
A few seconds of silence elapsed, then Duo smiled. "You can stay with me. You can have Wufei's bed."
"What about me, Maxwell?!" Wufei demanded.
"You can sleep in Heero's room. She is a woman, after all, you did point that out yourself." Quatre smiled.
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let the woman stay in my bed. I don't want any pink when I get back in there, woman."
"Oh, don't worry, Wufei dearest." Erin replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be sure to put in plenty of pink since I hate the color with such a passion."
Wufei narrowed his eyes. "I'm going for a walk." He stormed outside, slamming the door behind him.
Erin sighed. "Duo, is there anything I should do to set up the room?"
Duo shook his head. "Nope, just changed the sheets this morning."
"Good. Can you help me by setting up Heero's extra bed for Wufei?" Erin asked. "I want to write an apology letter. Do you have any paper I could use?"
"Yes, on the desk." Quatre pointed to the wooden desk in the corner. "Trowa, could you help me in the kitchen?"
The two left as Duo left to set up the extra bed and Erin wrote out her letter of apology.
"There!" Erin proclaimed happily as she folded the piece of paper in half twice. "All done!" Carefully she wrote 'Wufei' in her neatest hiragana, and below she wrote 'Erin' in katakana. "See, Duo?" she proudly showed it to him.
"Good job." Duo smiled. "Wish I could write that neatly."
"I usually don't write like this, but I wanted it to be perfect." Erin chuckled to herself, laying the note on the pillow. "Let's go eat, okay?"
Duo nodded, and they went to the kitchen.
After they left, Wufei came back in, walking to Heero's room, which had been abandoned by Heero not long after Duo and Erin went into the kitchen. He noticed the note on the extra bed, and he unfolded it and read it aloud in a low mumble.
"'Wufei – I'm sorry for what I said and I'm sorry you have to sleep in Heero's room. If you want me to, I'll sleep in here and you can sleep in your bed. Once again, I'm sorry.' Bah." He crumpled up the note, throwing it away. He left the room and entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall.
"I will sleep in the extra bed, Foley. You stay in the room with Maxwell."
Erin blinked. "Are you sure, Wufei?"
"Yes." Wufei sat at his place at the table. "Maxwell, help her. She can't figure out the chopsticks."
"I can too!" Erin cried. It was true, but her skills with the utensils were mediocre at best.
"Here, do it this way." Duo reached over, rearranging the chopsticks in Erin's hand.
"Thank you . . . " Erin mumbled, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Wufei simply rolled his eyes. "I don't believe this . . . "
Owari chapter one!
Whew. Took three days of typing to type it up. Can you believe that? Baka siblings, always wanting to shove me off the computer just when I hit a good part… grr.