Disclaimer: I don't own of the characters from Gundam Wing. All characters and their quarks belong to their original creators. I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement.
Any other character that doesn't belong to the series is mine, so no takey. Understand? Good. Otherwise… Enjoy! (^-^)
Mad House
Chapter One
The Strange, The Bizarre,
And The Just Plain Disturbing
Jesse Lonestar hummed while looking through the refrigerator, searching for a mid-afternoon snack. Loud slashing sounds and the repeated hitting of videogame controllers originated from gothic arch doorway leading into the living room. The five foot five girl closed the refrigerator door, listening to the vicious battle cries and declaration of havoc coming from her two best friends, the Carmichael sisters, while she opened a plastic container of tropical berry jello. Absentmindedly, she rummaged through the dark stained wooden cupboards of the medium size, steel blue granite top kitchen and found what she was looking for: a spoon. She paused hearing Eliza Carmichael, the youngest of the two sisters, scream profanity, something about her videogame character biting the dust yet again.
Jesse sighed and dug into her dessert proceeding back to the cozy living room and her former heated spot on the soft plush oriented pattern red love seat. In front of her on the floor, sat May and Eliza Carmichael, busily hammering at the controls of their current video game, engaging in the ever violent and yet therapeutic Mario Smash Brothers Battle Royale.
May was the oldest of two sisters, coming in at the age of 18 and stood at a height of five foot eight, having a slender physique with straight dark café hair that went down to the middle of her back. Her face was slender and pale with purplish blue bags underneath her deep forest greens eyes, showing off the tall tale signs of never getting enough sleep since she always stayed up half the night working on her computer. Not going to bed until at least four to five o'clock in the morning. Eliza, on the other hand, was actually the tallest in the group, coming in at a staggering height of six foot even. Though at the same time, she was also the baby of the group at the hyperactive age of 17. Her face was rounder than her sisters with freckles dotting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were a lighter shade of green, almost olive in color. Her body unlike her stick figure sister, was fuller and curvier, which would have usually helped any other girl her age in snagging potential dates, but unfortunately due to the fact she had a shaggy mop of deep red hair that went to her shoulders and a matching spit fire temper, she found herself single. Then again, to be honest, Jesse and May also faced the same exact dilemma as their hot headed friend, so nobody really called the other out on the subject.
Then there was the ring leader of the trio, Jesse Lonestar herself. Coming in at the age of 19. She was the oldest, but unfortunately, despite her age, she also happened to be the shortest in the group; five foot five and not getting any taller. Her hair was the color of sand that stopped an inch or two just about her shoulders with bangs that constantly got in the line of her vision. Since it was the summer time, aka meaning no school, her skin had a healthy tan glow from being exposed to the sun. Unlike May who couldn't tan whatsoever and Eliza who didn't tan but sizzled to a lobster red instead. Jesse's face was heart shaped with dark blue eyes that seemed to pierce the soul of anyone she stared at and had a light dusting of dark freckles around her nose and cheeks. She was a rather petite little thing with wide hips and thick thighs, something she always hated about her anatomy, but really couldn't do anything about. Despite her size though, the girl had a mouth on her that would put a truck driver to shame. She was known for her spontaneous unprovoked outburst that always sent the other two girls into uncontrollable fits of laughter because what ever she said profanity or vulgarity it was always at the wrong place and time, so she had a undisputed reputation for being the loud mouth of the group. Not to mention, she also happened to be the group's one and only mega pervert.
"Dammit! Come on, die already!" Eliza seethed, pressing down on the special attack button trying to wipe out her opponent to no avail. The screen of the plasma tv before the three friends lit up in bring red and oranges flames as May countered her futile attack, killing Eliza's character again.
"Haha. Looks like I defeated you again, dearest sister," May snickered, enjoying her fourth victor in a row.
"Dammit all!!" the redhead cursed about ready to throw down her controller and stomped on it, frustrated.
"Ah, poor baby," her older sister cooed. She slapped her on the shoulder. "Maybe next time, eh? Until then you have much to study, young grasshopper."
Eliza glowered at her, annoyed. "Ehh… shove it."
May only laughed at her lame retort.
Jesse smirked and pointed at the redhead with her spoon. "Nice one, Eliza. Too bad they didn't make "Insult for Dummies" guides, huh?"
Eliza whirled around to glare dangerously at the simpering moron up on the love seat. "Watch it, Lonestar, before I come over there and force feed that jello up your ass!!"
Jesse pretended to think it over. "Hmmm… That probably wouldn't feel nice," she murmured.
"Then shut it!" Eliza hissed.
"Ah… Does some one have their monthly this week?" Jesse teased simpering away like a dummy picking a fight with the short tempered redhead. "Damn, Eliza. You shouldn't bit people a new one because you're bleeding like a stabbed pig."
"That's it, Lonestar. You are dead!" Eliza exclaimed jumping to her feet, ready to launch herself at the smaller girl, "Do you hear me? Dead!"
Jesse squealed as Eliza lunged, trying to duck the furious reaching hands looking to throttle her. "NOOOO! Not the jello!"
May sweat dropped watching her older sister chase Jesse around the open living room/dining room, screaming absurdities. The once clean freshly vacuumed golden carpet was now stained with red-orange jello from when Jesse dropped her snack in a hurry to get out of the way of Eliza's fiery wrath.
"Oh boy," May muttered, watching the two disappear from the room and go racing down the stairs leading into the lower level of the split-level home. She sighed, hearing a crash filtered up through the floorboards followed by Jesse yelling frantically at Eliza.
"Put that priceless family heirloom down, Eliza Augusta Carmichael!! That's been in my family for generations. You better not break that or so God help me, I'll freaking mess you up so bad, not even your own damn mother would recognize you!!"
Just when it sounded like things turned for the worst, the doorbell rung. Puzzled, May climbed to her feet, quickly turning off the game council before heading down the stairs into the foyer. She ignored the constant cursing and swearing leaking up from the basement and the loud unmistakable sound of furniture being destroyed.
Cautiously, she peered through the peephole to find one monstrous large violet eye looking back at her.
"Holy crap!" she squeaked, leaping back and nearly falling down the stairs from pure shock. The doorbell rang again and then again.
Hesitantly she pressed her ear to the door, hearing voices on the other side. Sexy masculine voices.
"Duo, I think that's enough," a deep monotone voice said. "No one must be home."
May's heart stopped beating. Did he just say, Duo? As in the Duo Maxwell? As in the pilot of 02 from Gundam Wing?
"Then how do you explain all that noise? Huh? Smart guy?" the guy named Duo inquired, curtly. "Obviously somebody's gotta be home."
"Remind me again. Why are we doing this?" came a softer more polite voice, who sounded a little embarrassed and incredulous at the same time.
"Well, let's see. We woke up in a strange world where no one here has ever heard of the United Earth's Sphere or knows what a mobile suit looks like. Not to mention according to that particular newspaper that it's actually the year 2009, not the year after colony 199. Plus no hotel has yet to accept our money and so we're left with the only other option," Duo explained to his questioning friend, "which is find some one who'll let us mooch off of them until we can figure what's going on here and how do we get home."
"For once in you're life, Maxwell, you're actually making sense," a gruffer agitated voice scoffed.
"Why thank you Wufie- Hey!"
"The point is we need to find shelter and a base of operation, Quatre," remarked a calmer even tone of voice. "We're really left with no other choice."
On the other side of the door, May was plastered to the surface of the door, completely and utterly God smacked. Her forest green eyes wide and not blinking. Her jaw dropped, speechless. You've got to kidding me!! There's no way!! This can't be happening! There's no way it can be who I think is it! Can it?
Confused beyond belief, May peeled herself from the door and numbly wrapped her hand around the brass doorknob as the doorbell rang again, this time more aggravated. She turned it and hauled the door open to reveal that it was indeed who she thought it was. There standing on their doorstep were five handsome and strapping young men, who were eerily identical to the characters in her and her sister's and her best friend's favorite anime of all time: Gundam Wing.
"Hey there!" the Duo Maxwell look alike, exclaimed startled that some one actually answered the door and that it happened to be a cute brunette no less. He grinned even more. "Sorry, to bug you, but um… my friends and I have no place to go and we were hoping….?!"
Just then, without warning, Eliza came charging up the stairs with a pissed off Jesse on her heels, brandishing what looked to a very sharp and pointy antique medieval sword.
"Gang way! Coming through!" the redhead cried as she stampeded past a very humiliated May and out the door, nearly knocking over Duo and the rest of the Gundam Wing guys.
"Oh no you don't, Eliza Carmichael!" Jesse shouted furiously, swinging her sword, in hot pursuit. Where Eliza managed to nearly knock 02's pilot off their concrete stoop, Jesse succeeded by drop-kicking the braided shinigami out of the way, sending him flying off into next Tuesday so she could go after the hell-bent redhead. "Commere and face me like a man, dam you!"
"Not with you waving around a very sharp and potentially fatal weapon I'm not!" Eliza called back as Jesse chased her down the walkway and down the street.
A awkward silence followed as the four remaining teenage boys and May stared after the violent and peculiar spectacle from their spot on the front porch, quit disturbed.
The Trowa Barton look alike turned to the brunette with a raised eyebrow. "Uh… Is this a regular occurrence?" he asked.
May sighed in disbelief and embarrassment that she was related to a hell-bent redhead and best friends with a volatile psychopath. Rather unhappily, she grumbled, "Yeah… unfortunately."
The honking of a car horn floated up to the five teenagers' ears. A low wolf whistle came next followed by some lecher calling, "Nice booty shorts!"
It was no surprise when they heard Jesse curse further down the street after the red Explorer by-pass she and Eliza. "Shit! Back to the house."
Seconds later there came the sandy blonde haired 19 year old and her redheaded cohort sprinting back up street, up the walkway, past the four bewildered boys and a disapproving May, and disappearing into the light green painted split-level. They left the five standing out on the porch in another uncomfortable silence as the four Gundam pilot impersonators stared into the bowls of the house, having they fair share of the weird, bizarre and down right disturbing. Just when they thought they had seen it all, the universe came along and presented them with another startling anomaly: this time being a hold house of raving lunatics.
A low strangled groaned reached the ears of the stoop's occupants. Everyone looked down just in time to see Duo dragging his sorry carcass back up the cement stairs looking worst for wear. He collapsed as soon as he reached the top.
"What the hell hit me?" he demanded confused and oblivious to the not so sympathetic stares he happened to be receiving from Trowa, Heero, and Wufie. Quatre and May seemed to be the only ones in the group who actually pitied him.
May scowled in dismay. Her eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. "You guys probably should come in. I don't want our neighbors to give our landlord a call saying that we've disrupting the peace again," she muttered, motioning for them to come inside.
The boys quickly exchanged dubious glances, unsure what to think really of the strange girls. Apparently, the spectacle they just witnessed was a regular one and unfortunately the entire neighborhood knew about when went on behind closed doors. Nonetheless, they proceeded inside without protest, and May quickly looked up and down the street making sure there wasn't a police car in sight before closing the door. She locked it and strolled up the meandering stairs, leading further into the house, while the boys removed their shoes and gazed around the square vertically tall landing that was the foyer. The ceiling was vaulted with a single bulb shaped light fixture suspended from the very pinnacle of the sloping ceiling, while the landing was actually the middle to a meandering, twisted stairway split into two different sections: one leading onto the upper level and the other leading down into the lower level. Up ahead the boys saw a small balcony looking out onto the foyer and pass a window feet above the thick sturdy front door.
They followed May's exampled and wandered up the stairs leading to the upper level and found that the right wall open up as a huge gothic arch doorway looking into a rather spacious and cozy looking living room, while the left was dark narrow low-ceiling corridor leading to a dead-end. A rather complex iron worked chandelier with shimmering tiny diamond shape lights was suspended from the middle of the vaulted living room ceiling, a seemingly common trait in the modern house. The walls were painted a soft creamy color and the carpet that lined the floor was a rich golden color. A large L-shape black leather couched sat against the far wall, while the opposite side was a large black cherry entertainment center complete with a plasma screen tv and game council. A deep red oriental print love seat separated the living room from the dining room with its black Japanese style table and swirling chairs, facing a duel sliding glass French door that lead out onto a wooden patio looking over a rather small but quaint looking yard fenced in by a chain-link fence. Beyond that ,one could see that the property was lined by a thin patch of trees which leaned over the chain-link fence, casting shade into the neatly kept yard.
The sound of a running vacuum came to the boy's attention, finding that the once wrathful smaller girl of the trio was hunched over vacuuming the floor in front of the love seat, looking rather annoyed. She grumbled underneath her breath, focusing sorely on her task, mumbling something about a stain that would probably never come out.
"Hey Jess?" May asked, walking up to the busy shorter girl. She looked around, like the room was missing something or particularly a certain some one. "Where did Eliza run off to?"
Jesse snorted and jerked her head toward the long blue granite top island that separated the dining room from their gallery styled kitchen. "In the kitchen throwing away what was left of the jello that she made me drop when she decided that me meeting a premature death was more important than controlling her stupid temper."
May sighed in dismay, slouching her shoulders. "Well, it's good that she's taking responsibility for the mess she caused."
Jesse sighed with her and leaned on the body of the vacuum after turning it off. "Yeah, well, it wouldn't have happened if she had just brush everything off."
"Maybe she would have if you didn't egg her on like that," May countered, taking her sister's side, which was pretty much the normal routine whenever the two girl's got into a spat over something.
The other girl huffed. "Yeah, I guess." She easily picked up the vacuum and was about to take care of it, when she noticed the five boys standing in the middle of the living room, looking out of place. She cocked her head, puzzled. "Um, May, who are they and what are they doing in our living room?"
May looked over her shoulder and fully turned to the group of boys, who happened to look like the actual Gundam Wing pilots, as they suddenly realized that the entire room's attention was pointed at them. They looked at each other and shifted uncomfortably underneath the two girls' inquiring stares.
"Those are the guys who you and my daft sister traumatized with your lunatic antics as you chased my sister out of the house with that old family sword you keep in your room," she answered apathetic and jerked her thumb toward the Duo Maxwell look alike. "The one with the braid is the guy you dropped-kicked on your way out the door."
"Okay… That would explain a lot," Jesse muttered, understanding and nodding her head. "But that doesn't explain why they're dressed up like the characters from Gundam Wing. Are they cosplayers? "
The Gundam pilots exchanged baffled glances. "Gundam Wing?" they voiced in unison, not seeing what resemblance they had to these so-called characters from this show called, Gundam Wing.
"What's a cosplayer?" the Quatre look alike wanted to know looking from the Trowa look alike to the Duo look alike who appeared to be equally confused by the term. Both of the boys shrugged.
"O~kay…," Jesse murmured exchanging a weirded out look with May. Another awkward silence lingered between the five boys and the two girls, each standing on the opposite of the room, eyeing the opposite sex with wary gazes.
After a long uncomfortable moment passed, Jesse spoke up, "Better go grab Eliza," she suggested, spying the boys with a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I think we better find out what these guys want and who they are."
May nodded. "Right." Quietly she disappeared around the corner into the kitchen to go get her sister. A second later, both Eliza and her sauntered back into the living room.
Eliza looked from Jesse, whose eyes were firmly fixated on the bizarre group of five boys standing in the middle of her living room. She promptly pointed at them. "Who the hell are they and what are they doing in our living room? And why the hell are they dressed as Gundam Wing cosplayers?" she demanding asking the exact same questions Jesse just voiced minutes ago.
May blew a loose strand out of her face exasperated . "I am so not going through another explanation," she grumbled and plopped down on the love seat, leaving Eliza staring after her older sister wondering if she had said something wrong.
She looked to Jesse with a raised eyebrow. Jesse only shook her head and returned to scrutinizing the five Gundam Wing look-alikes. Eliza scratched the side of her head still not understanding what's going on, but took a seat next to her sister anyway. Now only the shortest girl of the group was left standing.
Jesse inhaled, swallowing the butterflies that were threatening to flutter up her dried throat from her stomach and pop out of her mouth, to calmed herself. "Okay," she said and indicated to the suspicious looking boys, rather menacingly. "I'm giving you morons five seconds to start explaining before I decide to boot your sorry asses to the curb."
A wave of shock rippled through the group, all of them staring at the girl a little stunned that she had the nerve to threaten them when they were the ones the girl should be afraid of.
Jesse raised an eyebrow, questionably. "Well.. You better start talking," she snapped, scowling and tapped her foot to emphasis her thinly growing patience. "You only have three seconds left."
The Gundam wing boys recoiled back slightly blown away at how scary the small girl looked right then and there. They gulped hesitantly. Heero and Trowa exchanged quick looks before shoving Duo out into the center of the room, forcibly volunteering him to be their spokesman.
"Hey!!" Duo cried indignantly, whirling around to glare at his so-called war buddies. "What did you do that for?!"
"3... 2..." Jesse counted out, getting the miffed 02 pilot's attention, making him stiffen and slowly turn toward the intimidating five foot five blonde. She hoo-hummed and pointed to the imaginary watch on her arm. "I would start explaining if I were you. You only have one second left before I get to kick you fuckers out the door."
"Shit!" Duo squeaked, panicking. In a rush of wind, he began frantically trying to explain the situation the five of them found themselves in when Jesse smirked, making a loud buzzer noise.
"Times up!" Jesse declared, freezing said boy in mid-sentence leaving himself winded and about to collapse over from the lack of oxygen. "That's it. Out the door you go."
Duo and Quatre looked rather disappointed, while Trowa and Heero remained composed and turned, heading for the door with Wufie following. Wufie for one didn't want anything to do with this household of crazy women. Duo and Quatre followed last, sulking.
"Jess," May implored, looking at her friend in disapproval of her antics. "We should at least hear them out. You don't have to be so mean."
The serious expression on Jesse's face wavered, cracking, giving away to the smaller girl erupting into laughter, catching everyone off guard and stopping the five boys in their tracks. All five of them turned promptly more than freaked out by her unprovoked cackle.
May sighed. Should have known, she thought, groaning and slapping her forehead. She glowered at her maniacal friend. "You know you're really do have a crappy sense of humor, Jesse Lonestar," she accused.
Jesse waved off her glare, simpering away like a idiot. "Kidding. Kidding," she stated, still chuckling. She gestured for the boys to come back in. "You guys can come back in. Seriously, you should have seen the looks on you're faces. Priceless. Really, I'm not that mean."
"And you guys say I'm the hell-bent one in the group," Eliza muttered, smirking wickedly. She seemed to be the only other person in the room besides Jesse, who thought her joke was actually funny.
The Gundam Wing look-alikes exchanged incredulous looks and then gawked at the snickering petite blonde in front of them, having yanked their chains about their explanations. They started to wonder if the tiny pipsqueak didn't have a mental disorder or something close to that.
Wufie was the first to speak up, his chagrin clearly showing. "You got to be kidding me!!" he yelled, flipping out and glaring, peevishly at the smirking Jesse. "So that was all a joke! A really immature petty joke?! Who do you think you're dealing with girl? What kind of injustice were you brought up on, huh? Didn't you parents think to teach the likes of you how to be courteous toward you guests!!"
Jesse, May, and Eliza sweat dropped profusely at his reading the riot lecture to Jesse for her dry sense of humor. The tiny blonde flinched continuously, her left eyebrow twitching in irritation to the scolding. Her face twisted up into a warped grin, baring her gritted teeth. Oh yeah, she was definitely in trouble.
Man and I thought Eliza and I were bad with our tempers. Mr. Pmsy over there puts both of us to shame, she thought grimacing on both the outside and inside. She leaned away slightly, her feet itching to flee for the shelter of the kitchen, away from the moody bitching male.
"Okay, Wufie. That's enough," The Heero Yuy look-alike said, stopping the angry Chinese teen in mid-rant. "I think they get the picture."
Duo snorted. "Yeesh. Yeah, Wu-Man, I think you basically lecture the girl's poor ears off," he added wincing.
Wufie whirled around to glower at the braided shinigami. "I refuse to be some juvenile delinquent's plaything!" he barked, fuming. One could almost see smoke puffing out of his ears. "I for one am against this! There are other houses we can try. I refuse to seek help from a group of ill behaved insane rambunctious teenage girls."
"That douche bag's insulting us, ain`t he?" Eliza hissed underneath her breath, glaring dangerously over at the angry Chinese boy on the other side of the room.
Jesse nodded, blankly. Her arms were folded across her chest. "Yep. Pretty much."
"Should we beat the shit out of him?" the redhead wanted to know, a sinister sneer curling up on her lips.
Jesse titled her head, thinking on it. "Hm… Maybe."
"Alright. Alright, that's enough you guys!" May said, nervously, waving her hands in front of her, feverishly. "We don't need to break any more furniture than what we have already today. Now settle down and hear them out already."
Eliza and Jesse sighed and agreed, not wanting to dispute on the fact they were severely annoyed by the Wufie look-alike's assumption. "Fine," they said in unison.
Jesse turned to the two squabbling comrades. An irk mark popped out on her forehead, pulsing in agitation. "Hey!!"
Upon hearing the smaller girl, the argument came to a screeching halt. Wufie and Duo, along with the rest of the G-boys turned toward her, where she stood, her foot tapping away on the carpet, with her arms folded in front of her chest, looking rather annoyed.
"Hate to break up the little lovers' spat," she stated, "but I believe you guys owe us an explanation here."
"L-Lovers' spat?!" Wufie and Duo stammered, horror-struck at the girl's use of words. They looked toward each other and quickly scooted away.
"Listen baka onna," Wufie snapped, angrily. "Maxwell and I are not lovers. We're both males for heaven's sake! That is just sick and wrong."
"Obviously, they never heard of homosexuality where they come from then," Eliza commented.
"Why you?!" Wufie growled.
"Wufie, that's enough," Heero ordered again, this time more loudly and firmly. He placed an hand on the 05's shoulder and yanked him backwards to stop his incessant cursing. "We don't have time for useless bickering. Calm down. We need to find a place to stay while we figure out how we got here and what our base of action is going to be."
"Heero's right," Quatre agreed, speaking up for the first time since they walked into the house. "The situation is beyond our control." He turned to the girls and bowed. "I'm sorry about our friend's actions. Please forgive us for barging in like this, but you see, we're not exactly from around here or from this particular time period actually. To be frank, we're from the future, your world's future. It's hard to believe I know, but where we came from, it happened to be the year after space colony 199 and somehow, through unexplainable course of events, we found ourselves waking up in your time period, the year 2009, a hundred and fifty years before the world's nations started colony construction projects up in space."
A heavy silence fell over the room. The three girls looked like they've been struck by lightening, completely quiet with shock. Their facial expressions varying from down right skeptical and to utter astonishment. May's eyes looked like they wanted to pop out of her head and her face drained itself of its natural color. Eliza, on the other hand, raised an suspicious eyebrow with a facial expression that clearly read, "what the hell have they been smoking?" Jesse just stared at them with a cocked head, indecisive in whether they were telling the truth or not. Stranger things have happened after all.
"Maybe it's not a wise idea telling them everything," Duo whispered to his fellow ex-Gundam pilot, analyzing the girls' quiet stunned reactions. "By the looks of it they may not believe us anyway."
"I'm with Duo on this," Trowa agreed to Duo's suspicions. "We don't know how much information we can trust these girls with. What if they go and tell every one what they know about us. It might be a costly mistake on our part."
"Barton's right. This could be more trouble than we bargained for," Wufie seconded, nodding, scowling.
"But if we don't tell them about our situation, how can they trust us if we don't tell them the truth," Quatre argued back, gently and yet making his professional opinion known. "They might be able to help us if we do explain what's going on. Call it a intuition, but I can sense that deep down, these girls are people we can trust. They'll keep our information confidential. They may be a bit odd and granted, a little, unorthodox, but I believe we should give them a chance."
Duo scratched the side of his head. "I don't know, Q-man. It's a awfully large gamble. Why if you sixth sense is wrong this time?"
"Quatre's empathy is never wrong, Duo," Heero replied, his tone final and ringing with authority. "If he trusts the girls then we should too."
The braided shinigami sighed in dismay and straightened out of them little huddle. "Okay. Whatever you say, Heero," he stated. "We'll go with Quatre's gut feeling."
Quatre smiled, gratefully. "Thank you, Duo."
"Yeah. Yeah. Just don't get all mushy on me," Duo chuckled, shaking his head as they all turned to the impatiently waiting trio on the other end of the room.
Jesse, May, and Eliza looked uneasy and skeptical to the idea that the five boys were actually from a different time period other than the one they were in. That kind of stuff only either happened in Science-Fiction or was found in a fan fiction on the internet.
Quatre choose to speak-up first. "Sorry about that," he apologized. "We're all a little confused about the whole situation. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner and these are my friends: Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, and Wufie Chang. It's a pleasure to makes your acquaintances."
"Hn," was Heero said.
"Hi, I'm Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie," Duo proclaimed, using his favorite life motto. "That's pretty much me in a nutshell."
Trowa merely nodded his head toward the girls. "Trowa Barton. Pleasure."
"Change Wufie," Wufie snarled, maliciously glaring at Jesse for attacking his honor and dignity earlier.
May, Jesse, and Eliza all exchanged wary surprised glances. Were these guys serious?! By the looks on their faces, they truly believed that they were who they said they were, and that really left not much room for doubt for the anime fans inside of them, who argued desperately that the five weird boys had to be real McCoy and not some jacked-up fruitloops who escaped from the loony bin. The three girls hoped that the latter wasn't true and that their inner fan girls were right.
The brunette in the group of three her friends broke the uneasy silence. "Well… Um…" She hesitated unsure where to begin and looked toward Jesse and then Eliza. She slowly indicated to herself. "…I'm May Carmichael and this is my younger sister, Eliza Carmichael."
The redhead waved to the five boys, who eyed her apprehensively, as she gave them one of her infamous evil smiles. "Hey there. What's up?"
The five pairs of eyes darted in between the two sisters trying to pick up on the similarities. They were bewildered as to why the youngest one happened to be the tallest out of the two and the oldest was actually shorter than her younger sibling. Neither girl looked anything alike.
May ignored their questioning stares and pointed to Jesse. "And this hellion over here is our ring leader, Jesse Lonestar," she introduced. "She's the oldest out of all of us, but unfortunately, as you probably tell, she's a little vertically challenged."
For the wise crack the giggling brunette received a playful smack to the head. "Hey! What did I say about calling me short!" Jesse demanded, irked. "I'm not that short, dammit!"
"Yeah, but you happen to be the shortest out of the three us, grandma," Eliza teased, smirking, only to get a swift kick to the shin. "Shit! What the hell?!"
Jesse snorted and shoved her hands into the pockets of her dark grey pajama short-shorts. "I'm not that old unlike somebody we know who happens to be the baby of the group."
"Haha. Lame come back, Jess, and what the hell is wrong with being the youngest?" Eliza retorted arrogantly. "I don't see any setbacks unlike you who's going to be old and wrinkled before May or I ever hit fifty."
"Ah, shut it, Carmichael," Jesse shot back, scowling and kicking her again. "Better watch out or else you might not wake up tomorrow morning."
"Ah, I'm so scared. I'm shaking in my boots."
"You're not even wearing any boots, dumb ass."
"Uh… Guys, I hate to say this but I think you're scaring our guests…again," May cut in before things spiraled out of control for the third or fourth time that day. The two stopped their jesting and turned to see the five guys staring at them perturbed. If they thought were insane before now they probably started to wonder if they shouldn't belong to a insane asylum instead of being allowed to walk around out in public.
The two friends exchanged nervous laughs, the guilt written all over their twisted faces. "Whoops," they mumbled at the same time.
Duo leaned over to a very taken back Quatre. "Quat, are you sure your instincts are right about these girls?" he whispered, questionably. "They seem to be leaning toward the homicidal side of the abnormal scale."
Quatre forced a smile, that looked like the halfway mark of a smile and a grimace. "I hope so, Duo," he answered unsure himself. He prayed to Allah that his empathy would not fail him now. "I really hope so."
A/N: Yola everyone. I'm baaaacckk!!
Any who… It's been a long time since I've written a Gundam Wing fan fic and so I thought one day, what the hell? I'll write one!! It's a crack fic as I'm sure you can tell. Meaning there probably won't be much of a plot to this. It's just for entertainment. I'll update when I can and when I'm inspired to put our favorite Gundam pilots into ridiculous and preposterous situations where they normally won't find themselves. Hence the reason why I stuck them in our world in a household full of whacky teenage girls. Well, that's it for now. Until next time… PEACE OUT!!! XD
Oh and before I forget, I'm still working on my twilight fan fiction, Two Sides of The Coin. Chapter 15 is finished and Chapter 16 is under way as we speak. I'll be posting them as a pair. Just so everyone knows what's going on. ^^