A fic for all G-Wing fanfic authors
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Warnings: Naked gundam pilots. (get those hentai thoughts out of your minds, it does have a G rating) But that's all, so far *snicker*
Author's Notes: This is the begining of a fic that all of you people out there get to complete. That's why it's titled what it is.
All of the G-boys are standing in a dark garagy kind of place, each one with a note in his hand.
Duo: "Hee-chan, Q-man, Trowa, Wuffy! What are you all doin' here?"
Wufei: "I don't know. I just followed the instructions printed on this letter I recieved."
Duo: "Ooooh! Me too!"
Quatre: "That's odd. We all have the same letter, but who sent it?"
Suddenly, there is a loud boom of thunder and lightning flickers in the skies overhead. (Yes, the lightning is in the building/garagy place.) And then, a new voice is heard.
NV(new voice): Hi there boys. Glad to see you could all make it!
Quatre&Duo: "Griff Drake!"
griff: Yes, tis I, the almighty and superior authoress of this fic. Waahahahahah!
Heero: "Great."
Duo: "Why are we here? What do you want?"
griff: Oh, nothing really. I just have a little case of writer's block. That's all.
G-boys: "That can't be good..."
Duo: "Oh, um, uh oh! I better be going, gotta hair appointment that I can't miss! A he he ^_^*
griff: Oh no you don't braid boy. You are all in my hands now. You are trapped here untill eternity! Or untill I decide to let you go.
Trowa: "I have a question,"
Duo: "Wow!"
Trowa: "...If you authors love us so much, why are you always picking on us? What does a man have to do to be left alone?!"
griff: We do what we do for one simple reason, because we can. Oh, and because we do love you boys, so much, that this is one of the ways we have found to express our utmost grattitude.
Duo: "Why can't ya just give us a billion bucks and leave it at that?"
griff: Do you ever read the disclaimers?! We're broke! Our wallets are empty. We don't have money to burn, much less to spend.
Quatre: "You could always get a job, or so I hear. Of course, I've never had to do so." ^-^*
griff: We do have jobs, but right when we get our money, do you know where it goes?
Trowa: "In a bank?"
griff: No! In to you all! We're broke because we have spent our earnings on the posters that cover our walls, the manga that occupy our shelves, the useless novelty items that inhabit our tabletops! We fanfic authors are a poor and helpless breed, we're trapped in a vicious circle that we can't and don't want to get out of! Oh! It's a sorrow and painfilled life, from the cramps in our fingers to the awkwardness of our poor, pitifull lives! But alas, as long as we are living for you boys, we are content. Just to know that the Great Shinigami is safe in his bed, his long, silky, vitamin enhanced chestnut hair flowing about his soft, tanned in the warm sun of a free vacation to Hawaii body, his tons of plush critters, given to him by adoring fans at his side, it's things like that that keep us going. So please boys, I beg of you not to judge us so harshly, just allow us to live and do all that we know how to do, write fanfiction that allows us to forget the painfull miseries of our tragic lives. That is all we ask.
G-boys: Stunned, speechless, and teary eyed (except for Heero and Trowa)
Duo: "I, I never knew."
Quatre: "We're so, *sniff* terribly, *whimper* SORRY!!!" *begins bawling into Trowa's shirt*
griff: That's alright boys, I'm sure leaving only your clothes and money here will be enough for our woefull selves.
Boys nod, as if in a transe, and leave their clothes and money in a heap on the ground, then begin to leave.
griff: Oh, and would you please allow us to continue writing the fanfiction which we thrive upon?
Boys silently nod their heads and exit as doors close and lock behind them.
griff: *snicker* Suckers
The boys are slowly walking along without any clothes on (A/N Oh yeeeea 0-0) Quatre still sniffling.
Quatre: "I feel so sorry for them.
Wufei: "Yes. How could we have been so cruel? Why, we were, we were,
Wu-man stops dead in his tracks (A/N not literaly of course, I'd never do that!)
Wufei: "Injust? No, no! It cannot be! But it is! BWWAAAAA! NOOOOOO!"
Duo pats Wufei on the back (A/N And JUST the back! This isn't a 2x5 fic)
Duo: "There, there Wu-wu. We were all wrong about them. Those poor, poor authors."
Heero: *glare* "Wait a minute. Griff is an author, and what do authors do?"
Quatre: "Loose their money and lives all because of us!"
Heero: "No Quatre, they write. And she's a fanfic author too. Fiction is a work of literature that is made up, not real. And these fanfic authors are good at what they do, or they wouldn't be doing it."
Quatre: "It's all they know how to do! Poor, helpless creatures."
Heero: "No Quatre, they're good at writing fanfiction which means they're good at creating ficticious stories which means- they're good at making stuff up." *Deathglare(R)* "Omae o korosu."
Heero turns and begins running back towards griff's HQ.
Wufei: "Ha! Yuy's right! I knew that baka onna was lying. For I would never be unjust!"
Wufei takes off after Heero. Trowa frowns, changes direction, and calmly yet sternly walks after the others.
Duo: "How could she do this? Buuut, she did say I had long, silky, vitamin enriched hair and a good tan, which I do of course, ^_~ So, Shinigami won't have to go all out hardass on her."
Duo jogs after others (Still nakie! ^-^)
griff: Man, am I having fun with this!
Quatre: "Well, I suppose that was a bit mean, but I would think being stuck in there with Wufei's underware would be enough punishment."
Quatre giggles at his remark.
Quatre: "Oh dear, now I'm not being very nice either."
He then turns and happily trots after his fellow pilots. Meanwhile, back in griff's HQ.....
griff: (dressed in Duo's boots, Trowa's pants _yea right, like I could fit in those_ Quatre's shirt, Wufei's belt, and Heero's shorts on her head while sitting in a big leather chair scribbling away on her notebook) Hm, they should be here right about, now.
Heero: (Outside the HQ) "Griff, open this door right now before I blow it open."
Duo: "Yea griffy, the jig's up, see, and we need our clothes back, see, 'cuz I'm freezin' my you don't wanna know what off out here, see."
All look at Duo oddly.
Duo: *grinning* "I've always wanted to do that, now if only we had some police sirens.."
Wufei: *furiously banging on the door* "MAXWE, I mean, DRAKE!!! Open this door right now or Yuy will blast it open and then I'll thrust at your sorry carcass with my sword of justice for all of the injustice you have caused!"
griff: Sword of justice eh? Is that your little pal's name?
Wufei: "What on Earth are you talking about woman?!"
griff: Oh, you know what I'm talkin' about . And if you don't, why don't you just look down and ask your little friend?
Duo: "Oooh, does Wu-wu wanna get it on with the author?"
Wufei: *blushing like a tomato* "NO! I, why, what, how,"
Wufei runs away from the others and sits down, holding his head in his hands.
Trowa: "Griff, we'll leave you alone if you just give us back our money and clothes and let us go."
Quatre: "Good plan Trowa, use the peacefull approach."
Trowa: "And if you don't do so within five minutes or less Heero will blast you and your headquaters to smithereens."
Quatre: "That's not very peacefull" -_-*
griff: You fellas are making a big mistake.
Heero: "Hn. How is that?"
griff: I am the authoress of this fic, so, I can make anything I want happen. Being mean like that isn't gonna get you all too far.
Heero: "Hn." *deathglare(R)"
griff: *grins*
Heero: *sigh* What do we have to do to leave?"
griff: *grin grows wider* (He he, this plot is getting better by the second) Well, I and my fellow authors will have to think of something.
Duo: "Dat's not good, nope, not good at all."
Heero: "Hnnnn." *MAJOR DEATHGLARE(R)*
Trowa: "Oh great,"
Wufei: *still sitting away from the others in embarassment* "Stupid onna, stupid authors, I shall vanquish who ever came up with Gundam Wing fanfiction."
Quatre: *All big teary eyed* "But, but I didn't do anything."
griff: I know that Q-Q. And I've already got a little something planned for you. *grin*
Quatre: *gulp*
~**~To be continued~**~
griff: Okay readers, now it's up to you, leave me suggestions for continuing the fic in your reviews. And I unfortuantly mean anything. And now I have a bad feeling that this fic isn't gonna stay a G for much longer, -_-*, Oh well, Suggestions please! Thankies! ^-^