Mission: Impossible-- Heero Yuy
by Euterpe
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my work so far! OK, I suppose this fic deserves some explanation. Here's the deal- I've never exactly been a big fan of "Endless Waltz", but I was just struck with the idea of a story involving Mariemaia. Just imagine that all of this takes place some time after the movie. I'm not exactly clear on all of the Preventers stuff, so I made all of the boys members of the group (besides, it works better with the story). There might be a teeny bit of Relena-bashing and/or shonen-ai later on (Who am I kidding? Of course there'll be shonen-ai!), but I'll try to behave myself. Now on with the show!
Disclaimer: *Enter Nice Lady Une, with hair down and no glasses* "Greetings. Euterpe has honored me with her request to present the disclaimer for this story, so here I am tonight on behalf of OZ as a token of my appreciation. And now, the disclaimer: 'Euterpe does not own Gundam Wing.' Although she is a lovely author-" *interrupted by someone shouting from backstage "Hey, Treize Khushrenada's here!" "Master Treize? His Excellency is here? Must...transform..." *Lady Une suddenly switches personalities, and becomes Evil Lady Une. Her hair goes up and glasses appear* "As I was saying, Euterpe is a threat to OZ's existence and must be destroyed in order to acheive Master Treize's ideals..." *another voice calling from backstage "What? Treize had to leave?" the glasses fly off and the hair comes down, as Evil Lady Une once again turns back into Nice Lady Une* "I hope everyone enjoys this story that Euterpe has worked so hard on. And please be kind to her and review it!" *backstage voice "Wait a minute- Treize is back! It looks like he forgot something." Nice Lady Une goes back to being Evil* "The story is crap. Someone should print out a copy and then burn it. It's not worth wasting your time reading!" *Treize pokes his head out through the curtains* "Lady, it's time to go now. I have two tickets to the opera tonight." "Coming, Master Treize!" *Exeunt Treize and Lady Une*
NOTE: (I had a prologue up, but I took it down because it was a waste of space. The story so far is as follows: Lady Une had a weekend Preventers conference to go to, and she left the boys in charge of babysitting Mariemaia. Heero's up first)
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6:00 PM Friday:
The Perfect Soldier sat in Une's living room, mentally preparing himself for the arrival of Mariemaia. 'I will survive.' He told himself. 'I will...I will...I will--" The doorbell rang and he got up to answer it.
Mariemaia was standing there with her backpack over her shoulder, waving goodbye to her Girl Scout leader who had dropped her off. She turned around and saw Heero waiting inside. "Ah, Heero Yuy. We meet again." The would-be dictator made a giggling sound that Heero found vaguely disturbing. There was just something so sinister about her for a seven year old girl.
The girl bounded into the room and tossed her bookbag down. "Auntie Une usually makes me do my homework first, and I can have a snack if I want. Do you wanna help me? I have to write an essay called 'Why I Feel Good About Myself'."
"Ask Quatre to help you with that one instead. Do whatever you want, I really don't care." Heero shrugged noncommitally.
"Really? You mean I don't have to do my homework? Cool!" the redhead ran off to go watch TV.
'This isn't going to be too hard.' Heero thought confidently. He sat down once again and picked up his latest issue of 'Guns & Ammo'.
"HEE-RO! I'm hungry!" Mariemaia's voice called out not too long after.
"Get something to eat. It's not my problem." Heero flipped through the pages of 'PC World'.
"Auntie Une doesn't let me cook. You hafta make me something."
"Can't you do anything on your own? When I was your age, I was destroying Alliance military bases by myself." He pulled out a pad of paper and jotted something down. Mariemaia was now tied with Relena on his list of most annoying rulers.
Eventually her whining wore him down. Pilot 01 stormed into the kitchen, pulled out an instant dinner from the freezer and tossed it into the microwave. As Mariemaia came out into the kitchen, he put the dinner on the table in front of her. "Now eat it and leave me alone." he said in a threatening tone, and left the room.
Things went smoothly with little problems until later that night, when it was 9:00 and Mariemaia's bedtime. She brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas with no complaints, but refused to go to sleep. Heero was rapidly running out of ideas. He had tried the Death Glare but the seven-year-old seemed immune to it and just glared right back at him.
"Go. To. Sleep." he intoned.
"Or what?" the little Khushrenada taunted. "You'll try and shoot me again?"
"You /asked/ me to shoot you."
"Well you shouldn't have done it anyway. You're a meanie." she stuck out her tongue at him.
"The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner I'll leave."
"But I wanna story first." Mariemaia pleaded with him. Heero shook his head. "Well can I tell /you/ a story then?"
"Make it quick."
"OK. It's a story that Miss Relena told me when I was holding her prisoner that time. Once upon a time there was a beautiful golden-haired princess who loved peace. One day she met a handsome warrior named Heero. She loved him but he kept running away from her. She chased him all around the world until she finally caught him and married him and then they had a lot of kids and lived happily ever after in her kingdom. Isn't that a great story Heero? Heero?" She called out, but the spandex soldier had already ran for the bathroom as he felt the contents of his stomach coming back up.
'All right! He's finally gone." The little girl got up and closed the door, noticing that Heero had left his jacket in the room. She went over to it and noticed something was sticking out of one of the pockets. Pulling it out, she inspected it. The object resembled a floppy disk, and the label on it said "ZERO System". Mariemaia's eyes lit up. "Cool!" she exclaimed, and hid the disk under her pillow.
When Heero was finally feeling better, he went back to the room to check on her. It appeared that Mariemaia was finally asleep. He shut the door and went quietly downstairs, not anxious to wake her up and go through the whole ordeal again. He settled onto the couch to take a nap.
*****
At six o'clock sharp the next morning, Wufei knocked on the door of the Une residence quietly, so that he wouldn't wake the sleeping child. Heero was up in a flash, instinctively reaching for his gun, until he realized it wasn't there. 'Damn Quatre, taking away my weapons.' he thought.
"Greetings, Yuy. How did things go?" the Altron pilot inquired.
"Mission accomplished. The girl is asleep in her room-- don't wake her unless it's absolutely necessary. Be on your guard at all times-- she's extremely dangerous."
Wufei nodded. "Understood. You're free to go."
As the Chinese Preventer settled in, Heero reached for his jacket, but noticed it wasn't around. Where could he have left it? He checked every room in the house, before remembering that it was in Mariemaia's room. He opened the door, grabbed it off a chair, and swiftly made his exit.
He pulled his car out of the driveway and sped off, never once looking back. His work was done; Mariemaia was the other pilots' problem now. 'Lady Une owes me big for this. I'm going to ask for a raise.' What Heero didn't notice at the time was the fact that his front jacket pocket was empty.
To be continued...
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Everyone, congratulate me-- I received my first flames on Monday-- now I feel like a real author on ff.net! I won't name names, but in case you're curious, their reviews are listed for "Gundam Shorts"-- and this person actually had the dignity to leave a signed review! I'd like to thank them for boosting my review statistics by leaving me not one, but two, insulting sets of comments! Here are a couple of excerpts:
"Wow, that Yaoi reference was very subtle and tasteful (not being sarcastic here). Are you sure you belong on FF.net?" (for a short in Part 1)
I don't know; that sounds like sarcasm to me. And that second sentence-- did Xing suddenly die and leave this person in charge? I took the liberty of checking out this reviewer's "author" profile-- there is not a single work to his or her name! I don't think this person understands the amount of hard work that goes into a piece of writing-- before they deem me unworthy of posting, maybe they should try submitting some writing of their own.
Here's another entertaining one-- it's in reference to a short about Quatre and Trowa::
"Ugh, how can you like that little gay freak and his freaky haired boyfriend?"
Wonderful of you to be so tolerant and keep an open mind. I write yaoi: if this bothers you or offends you, then don't continue reading my stories. If you don't have something nice to say, then don't say it.
I do have to give this person some credit though-- not all of their remarks were negative, and I did appreciate the more mature feedback they gave me. I have no problem with people expressing their dislike for my work, as long as they do so constructively. However, I do have a problem with people attacking my right to be an author, and my personal writing preferences.
I hope my readers forgive me for this little tirade; I don't plan on making a regular habit out of this, I just felt there were a few things I had to get off my chest. *takes a deep breath* Ah! There, that's better. So if you're reading any of this, please try to take my remarks into consideration when reviewing others' work-- be considerate and respectful of the authors who have put so much effort into their writings.
by Euterpe
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my work so far! OK, I suppose this fic deserves some explanation. Here's the deal- I've never exactly been a big fan of "Endless Waltz", but I was just struck with the idea of a story involving Mariemaia. Just imagine that all of this takes place some time after the movie. I'm not exactly clear on all of the Preventers stuff, so I made all of the boys members of the group (besides, it works better with the story). There might be a teeny bit of Relena-bashing and/or shonen-ai later on (Who am I kidding? Of course there'll be shonen-ai!), but I'll try to behave myself. Now on with the show!
Disclaimer: *Enter Nice Lady Une, with hair down and no glasses* "Greetings. Euterpe has honored me with her request to present the disclaimer for this story, so here I am tonight on behalf of OZ as a token of my appreciation. And now, the disclaimer: 'Euterpe does not own Gundam Wing.' Although she is a lovely author-" *interrupted by someone shouting from backstage "Hey, Treize Khushrenada's here!" "Master Treize? His Excellency is here? Must...transform..." *Lady Une suddenly switches personalities, and becomes Evil Lady Une. Her hair goes up and glasses appear* "As I was saying, Euterpe is a threat to OZ's existence and must be destroyed in order to acheive Master Treize's ideals..." *another voice calling from backstage "What? Treize had to leave?" the glasses fly off and the hair comes down, as Evil Lady Une once again turns back into Nice Lady Une* "I hope everyone enjoys this story that Euterpe has worked so hard on. And please be kind to her and review it!" *backstage voice "Wait a minute- Treize is back! It looks like he forgot something." Nice Lady Une goes back to being Evil* "The story is crap. Someone should print out a copy and then burn it. It's not worth wasting your time reading!" *Treize pokes his head out through the curtains* "Lady, it's time to go now. I have two tickets to the opera tonight." "Coming, Master Treize!" *Exeunt Treize and Lady Une*
NOTE: (I had a prologue up, but I took it down because it was a waste of space. The story so far is as follows: Lady Une had a weekend Preventers conference to go to, and she left the boys in charge of babysitting Mariemaia. Heero's up first)
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6:00 PM Friday:
The Perfect Soldier sat in Une's living room, mentally preparing himself for the arrival of Mariemaia. 'I will survive.' He told himself. 'I will...I will...I will--" The doorbell rang and he got up to answer it.
Mariemaia was standing there with her backpack over her shoulder, waving goodbye to her Girl Scout leader who had dropped her off. She turned around and saw Heero waiting inside. "Ah, Heero Yuy. We meet again." The would-be dictator made a giggling sound that Heero found vaguely disturbing. There was just something so sinister about her for a seven year old girl.
The girl bounded into the room and tossed her bookbag down. "Auntie Une usually makes me do my homework first, and I can have a snack if I want. Do you wanna help me? I have to write an essay called 'Why I Feel Good About Myself'."
"Ask Quatre to help you with that one instead. Do whatever you want, I really don't care." Heero shrugged noncommitally.
"Really? You mean I don't have to do my homework? Cool!" the redhead ran off to go watch TV.
'This isn't going to be too hard.' Heero thought confidently. He sat down once again and picked up his latest issue of 'Guns & Ammo'.
"HEE-RO! I'm hungry!" Mariemaia's voice called out not too long after.
"Get something to eat. It's not my problem." Heero flipped through the pages of 'PC World'.
"Auntie Une doesn't let me cook. You hafta make me something."
"Can't you do anything on your own? When I was your age, I was destroying Alliance military bases by myself." He pulled out a pad of paper and jotted something down. Mariemaia was now tied with Relena on his list of most annoying rulers.
Eventually her whining wore him down. Pilot 01 stormed into the kitchen, pulled out an instant dinner from the freezer and tossed it into the microwave. As Mariemaia came out into the kitchen, he put the dinner on the table in front of her. "Now eat it and leave me alone." he said in a threatening tone, and left the room.
Things went smoothly with little problems until later that night, when it was 9:00 and Mariemaia's bedtime. She brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas with no complaints, but refused to go to sleep. Heero was rapidly running out of ideas. He had tried the Death Glare but the seven-year-old seemed immune to it and just glared right back at him.
"Go. To. Sleep." he intoned.
"Or what?" the little Khushrenada taunted. "You'll try and shoot me again?"
"You /asked/ me to shoot you."
"Well you shouldn't have done it anyway. You're a meanie." she stuck out her tongue at him.
"The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner I'll leave."
"But I wanna story first." Mariemaia pleaded with him. Heero shook his head. "Well can I tell /you/ a story then?"
"Make it quick."
"OK. It's a story that Miss Relena told me when I was holding her prisoner that time. Once upon a time there was a beautiful golden-haired princess who loved peace. One day she met a handsome warrior named Heero. She loved him but he kept running away from her. She chased him all around the world until she finally caught him and married him and then they had a lot of kids and lived happily ever after in her kingdom. Isn't that a great story Heero? Heero?" She called out, but the spandex soldier had already ran for the bathroom as he felt the contents of his stomach coming back up.
'All right! He's finally gone." The little girl got up and closed the door, noticing that Heero had left his jacket in the room. She went over to it and noticed something was sticking out of one of the pockets. Pulling it out, she inspected it. The object resembled a floppy disk, and the label on it said "ZERO System". Mariemaia's eyes lit up. "Cool!" she exclaimed, and hid the disk under her pillow.
When Heero was finally feeling better, he went back to the room to check on her. It appeared that Mariemaia was finally asleep. He shut the door and went quietly downstairs, not anxious to wake her up and go through the whole ordeal again. He settled onto the couch to take a nap.
*****
At six o'clock sharp the next morning, Wufei knocked on the door of the Une residence quietly, so that he wouldn't wake the sleeping child. Heero was up in a flash, instinctively reaching for his gun, until he realized it wasn't there. 'Damn Quatre, taking away my weapons.' he thought.
"Greetings, Yuy. How did things go?" the Altron pilot inquired.
"Mission accomplished. The girl is asleep in her room-- don't wake her unless it's absolutely necessary. Be on your guard at all times-- she's extremely dangerous."
Wufei nodded. "Understood. You're free to go."
As the Chinese Preventer settled in, Heero reached for his jacket, but noticed it wasn't around. Where could he have left it? He checked every room in the house, before remembering that it was in Mariemaia's room. He opened the door, grabbed it off a chair, and swiftly made his exit.
He pulled his car out of the driveway and sped off, never once looking back. His work was done; Mariemaia was the other pilots' problem now. 'Lady Une owes me big for this. I'm going to ask for a raise.' What Heero didn't notice at the time was the fact that his front jacket pocket was empty.
To be continued...
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Everyone, congratulate me-- I received my first flames on Monday-- now I feel like a real author on ff.net! I won't name names, but in case you're curious, their reviews are listed for "Gundam Shorts"-- and this person actually had the dignity to leave a signed review! I'd like to thank them for boosting my review statistics by leaving me not one, but two, insulting sets of comments! Here are a couple of excerpts:
"Wow, that Yaoi reference was very subtle and tasteful (not being sarcastic here). Are you sure you belong on FF.net?" (for a short in Part 1)
I don't know; that sounds like sarcasm to me. And that second sentence-- did Xing suddenly die and leave this person in charge? I took the liberty of checking out this reviewer's "author" profile-- there is not a single work to his or her name! I don't think this person understands the amount of hard work that goes into a piece of writing-- before they deem me unworthy of posting, maybe they should try submitting some writing of their own.
Here's another entertaining one-- it's in reference to a short about Quatre and Trowa::
"Ugh, how can you like that little gay freak and his freaky haired boyfriend?"
Wonderful of you to be so tolerant and keep an open mind. I write yaoi: if this bothers you or offends you, then don't continue reading my stories. If you don't have something nice to say, then don't say it.
I do have to give this person some credit though-- not all of their remarks were negative, and I did appreciate the more mature feedback they gave me. I have no problem with people expressing their dislike for my work, as long as they do so constructively. However, I do have a problem with people attacking my right to be an author, and my personal writing preferences.
I hope my readers forgive me for this little tirade; I don't plan on making a regular habit out of this, I just felt there were a few things I had to get off my chest. *takes a deep breath* Ah! There, that's better. So if you're reading any of this, please try to take my remarks into consideration when reviewing others' work-- be considerate and respectful of the authors who have put so much effort into their writings.