Mission X Part 9
Fashion Fatality
by
Sailor Janus
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Interview With a Gundam Pilot
Duo raced through the hallway, as the other four pilots trailed after him. There was no way they could be late seeing the insane wardrobe woman. The five teens didn't even want to think about what she'd do to them if they were even 10 seconds tardy!
Bounding around the corner, to the chestnut brown-haired teen's horror, he just missed the 'caution waxed floor' sign, skidding on the slick floor before falling backwards, slamming his back hard on the freshly waxed floor. "Ow," the pilot cringed with a dazed feeling swirling through his head.
"Oh no!" Suddenly, Quatre's eyes grew wide as he realized too late that his friend was sprawled across the slippery floor, tripping over Duo, as he tried to stop himself, landing with a thud on the opposite side of the 02 pilot.
Following close behind were Heero and Trowa who managed to catch their balance just in time, but their attempts to remain standing failed once Wufei smacked right into them, knocking the two stoic teens to the hard polished floor.
"Ow, I can't feel my hand," the cobalt blue-eyed teen groaned, trying to lift his head up.
"I think it's under my knee, D-uh DJ. Um, can someone get off my legs so I can try to stand up?" the blonde inquired as he stiffly lifted his head.
Pounding his forehead repeatedly on the shiny surface of the floor, the Chinese teen muttered, "Brilliant shortcut, Maxwell. Think you can successfully kill us next time?"
"Duo, you need to change your socks. Your shoes reek," the Perfect Soldier emotionlessly stated tilting his head to the opposite side. "Wufei, Trowa, get up. You're both pinning me down."
"Right, but Wufei needs to get up first," the green-eyed teen answered, with a slight head nod. "Wufei, now? Before we get into real trouble, with Cyn."
Grumbling the black-haired pilot, crawled off the Heavyarms pilot which managed to release Quatre and Heero, who was caught between him and Duo's legs. This allowed the Arabian to gather himself off of Duo's numb hand.
"This really sucks. Now how do we get out of here without ending up in contraction?" the long-haired teen groaned, climbing up to his knees.
"We're in the center of the room, this might be tricky," Trowa quietly said, pointing out their situation to his friends who were seated on the waxed floor.
"Maybe if we just try walk-" Quatre tried to say as he slowly stood up and began strolling across the floor, but instead slipped falling flat on his back. The other pilots cringed, knowing how painful that must have been.
Duo narrowed his gaze muttering, "We can save the world from mass destruction, but are unable to walk on a waxed floor. Can anyone say, we are pathetic?"
"Shut up Maxwell," Wufei grumbled as Trowa and Heero tried to help their fallen friend off his back.
"Ow. Um, might I suggest crawling?" the dazed blonde weakly said as his friends exchanged glances. "It's probably the only way to successfully make it across the floor."
"Us crawl?" the Perfect Soldier quipped, appearing slightly uncertain. "Fine, we better hurry though."
"This is in dignifying!" the Chinese pilot muttered, as they five pilots started across the floor on all fours, slipping every once and a while. "Injustice! I am a warrior not some weak infant!"
"Wufei," Heero said threateningly with a hard glare which promptly silenced the complaining teenager whose hands slipped right out from under him.
"Ahhhh! My nose!"
Closing his eyes briefly the cobalt blue-eyed boy sighed, "This is so humiliating."
"Duo, stop talking and crawl," the green-eyed pilot quietly said.
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Eventually the five boy band members made it to the wardrobe room covered with waxy build up. Of course, they were extremely late and had only a half hour left before lunch break. Cyn was more than displeased. She was livid!
"How dare you five be late on my time!" the redhead snarled, glaring restlessly at the gundam pilots as they trudged through the door.
"It-it was an accident!" Quatre stammered, hating the fact that she was angry with him. Normally he was always so punctual...until he met the other four.
Crossing his arms Wufei muttered as he glanced at the braided-haired teen over his shoulder, "Someone's shortcut led us straight to a waxed floor."
"I said I was sorry!" Duo cried out, trying earnestly to defend himself. Of course Cyn was not about to believe one word they said.
"Riiight. Next thing you're going to tell is you all fell on top of each other and got tangled up. Nice try but I do not believe one word of it," Cyn scoffed, crossing her arms over the bright red shirt.
"Actually-" Trowa began to say only to be cut short by the raging wardrobe lady.
"SILENCE! Did I ask you to speak Hurricane Hair?!" she snapped practically getting up in the stoic pilot's face who stared back in shock at the woman's aggression.
Cringing Duo whispered to Heero, "She's ticked off."
Cyn froze in her tracks before turning in the chestnut brown-haired boy's direction. With a very peculiar smile she said, "I think someone needs a haircut."
The color completely drained from Duo's face at those very words. "Eep! I'll be good, I promise! Just anything but scissors!"
'This is bad. Very bad,' the blonde thought, watching the scene play out with wide eyes.
"Give us, whatever you need to and we will go," Heero said in his usual monotone, earning a death glare from the wardrobe which actually made him feel uneasy for some strange reason as if she held a great amount of power over him. Not to mention, he had no access whatsoever to his gun.
"Fine Chase. I will teach every one of you not to be late on my time!" the woman shouted when suddenly a fiendish grin spread across her delicate features. "Let me get your new clothes." Quickly she spun on her heel and pranced into the costume room.
Trowa blinked, not liking Cyn's tone one bit. 'What have we just gotten ourselves into?'
"CHASE EVERS! Get you butt in here right now! You need to change clothes!" the woman barked, making the boy band feel very uneasy.
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A few minutes later a very dissatisfied Heero Yuy appeared in the doorway shooting death glares around the room. "Say one word or laugh and I'll kill any one or even all of you, no hesitation."
The four pilot's gaped in shock at what their trigger happy friend was wearing, fearing for their own well-being. Heero was now decked out in shiny lavender fake leather pants with an extremely bright blue shirt covered with sequins. Black chunky boots were on his feet with a few outrageous necklaces around with neck. Somehow, Cyn managed to gel the boy's hair to the point where it was sticking up in every direction possible.
"Did she find out about the ripped leather pants?" Quatre asked with a small smile of sympathy.
"Hn," Heero grunted, confirming the answer as a yes. She was too livid for him to even try to a word in edgewise.
"DJ MITCHELLS! You're next!" Cyn's voice boomed off the walls as she announced her next victim.
"EEP! No! I don't wanna go! Please don't let her get me!" Duo cried out, clutching onto the door frame as Trowa and Wufei tried to pull him off.
"Max-Mitchells, quit being such a baby!" the Chinese teen growled to the blubbering braided-haired boy.
"BUT I DON'T WANNA BE THE WILD ONE ANYMORE!" Duo exclaimed, trying to hold back his tears. "SHE'S GONNA PUT ME IN PINK!"
The green-eyed Heavyarms's pilot sighed as he said, "DJ, be a man and get in there. It'll be over with before you know it."
With a whimper the cobalt blue-eyed teen nodded, slowly approaching the door as the death match seemed to play in his head.
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Several minutes later...
'This bites," Duo grumbled behind a dark pair of shades, reuniting with his friends. He was clad in a black and pink zebra print satin shirt with white fuzzy, glittery pants and black boots. His braid even has pink streaks in it. "Tro-uh, Travis. I hope you wrote your will buddy."
"TRAVIS SHARP! YOU KNOW THE DRILL!"
Swallowing thickly, the silent teenaged boy, nodded then cringed as Cyn bellowed his name. Quietly he left the room.
Wufei began snickering, "Mitchells has pink hair! Hahahaha! The braided baka's hair is PINK!"
Duo merely glared, feeling very unShinigami-like since he was dressed in pink. Instead the chestnut brown-haired pilot took a seat against the wall across from where Heero was standing, being very cautious of any animals that might sneak up on him.
"At least we won't be seen in public wearing that stuff," Quatre smiled, trying to cheer everyone up but failing miserably.
"Not today, but eventually we will. We get one month to train the real mission begins," the Perfect Soldier said in his usual monotone feeling rather uncertain as far as how much more he could take.
At that moment, Trowa walked out of the costume room, nearly killing himself on his dragging ice blue sweat pants legs. This time he had a plain white T-shirt but a zip-up jacket over it which perfect matched the pants. White athletic shoes on his feet and a pair of swim goggles against his forehead which was now bare thanks to his bangs being flipped completely to the left side and gelled. "Don't even ask," he muttered, trying to yank up his dropping pants which revealed bright yellow boxer shorts.
"ALI GENE! YOU'RE UP!" the wardrobe woman practically shrieked from the next room.
"Think she'll lose her voice soon?" Duo asked as a hesitant Quatre entered the other room.
"Hn," was Heero's only answer. If he was ever anti-social, now he was at is best, or perhaps worst considering the circumstances.
Cringing Quatre said, "At least her pets got banned from the building after Ladybird nearly strangled Dan Starz." With a deep sigh, he entered the room where the insane wardrobe woman was awaiting for him.
"Damn. I guess that option is out," the cobalt blue-eyed pilot scoffed, feeling extremely pathetic in his get-up.
"Feeling suicidal DJ?" Trowa questioned his friend with an arched eyebrow.
"Hell yeah! At least you aren't forced to wear pink of all colors!"
"And you think wearing these pants is easy?" the tallest teen narrowed his gaze at the American.
Heero growled, "Shut up both of you. Neither of you have a glittery pink room with a disco ball hanging from the center of the ceiling. I don't want to hear it."
Wufei furrowed his brow at the trigger happy teen. "Quit whining Yu- Evers."
Abruptly, Heero spun around and faced the Chinese pilot dead on. "I do not whine."
"Could have fooled me. You aren't so big without your gun now are you?" the Altron pilot challenged, folding his arms in front of his chest as he advanced menacingly on Heero.
"Break it up both of you! We shouldn't be fighting!" Quatre shouted, racing into the room to prevent what appeared to be a very hostile fight but instead tripped over Trowa's drooping pants legs, pulling them down in the process as he skidded across the floor, crashing into the two angry teens. Unfortunately, this resulted in all three crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs as Duo and a grumbling Trowa watched.
"Or break a leg or something," the chestnut brown-haired pilot blinked, trying not to appear as amused as he was, making his friends even more infuriated. "You guys okay?"
"Hn," was all Heero said, shoving the blonde off him, trying to climb to his feet. "I better not have split these pants."
"Sorry," Quatre weakly said standing up, carefully dusting off the large khaki cargo pants he was wearing with sneakers, an oversized mustard yellow shirt and eye glasses. Strangely the teen's hair was parted in the center.
"Yellow and khaki? What is she thinking," Trowa mumbled, staring at his friend who shrugged.
"COAL LEE! NOW!" the woman barked from the other room.
Rising to his feet Wufei began muttering, "Baka onna, ordering me around like a servant. She has no honor whatsoever. This is absolute injustice!" With a few more choice phrases he entered the costume room, slamming the door behind him.
"He's dead meat," Duo nodded, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as his friends silently nodded.
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It was now almost time for their lunch break and Wufei still hadn't emerged from the room.
"Gee, I wonder what's taking them so long?" Quatre said, glancing up at the clock.
"He'll appear any minute," Heero evenly said with his arms folded from the metal chair he was scowling in.
"INJUSTICE!" the Chinese teen bellowed at the top of his lungs, stomping out of the room. "I'm going to kill you Ma-Mitchells for this!" With rage-filled onyx eyes, Wufei targeted the braided-haired pilot who was now trying to hide behind Trowa. He was wearing an army print tank top, black leather boots, olive green wrist cuffs, and....a black cargo skirt?!
"It's not my fault!" Duo exclaimed before dropping his jaw at the Altron pilot's clothes. "You're wearing a skirt?!"
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" Wufei screamed, charging head on towards Duo, but fell flat on his face due to the restricting garment. "DAMN IT!"
"Oh shut up Coal. This will teach you not to argue with me! Be glad it isn't pink! Good day boys, now GET OUT!" Cyn narrowed her gaze, practically throwing the gundam pilots out the door on their butts.
Sighing in defeat, the five boys leaned their backs on the wall, sitting on the dirty floor. This was definitely not going well at all.
"Joy, next is lunch. Anyone else hoping the world will end right now," the Deathscythe Hell gundam pilot flatly said, glancing at his friends.
"What I'm worried about is dance practice. If Stan and Cyn are that angry and made us sing those children's songs and wear these clothes, What is Dan going to do to us?" Trowa quietly said, receiving a few winces.
Heero set his jaw as he said, "We'll just have to wait and see."
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Author's Notes: Sorry this is so late. Been busy with school and of course the site was down for awhile.
Thank you for the reviews.
Next Time: The terror of lunch and dance practice.
Now
Interview With a Gundam Pilot
::the set is practically empty sans a small round table with seven chairs seated around it. Just then SJ appears, oddly dressed as a gypsy in a long skirt and a peasant top. loud bangle bracelets jingled on her wrists as she tightened the scarf over her head, tripping on the hem of the skirt while approaching the table::
SJ: Hmm, where are they? I can't have a séance by myself! -_-;;;;
::Just then the six previously interviewed pilots were dragged into the room::
SJ: At least! ^_^ Have a seat boys!
Heero: Why are we doing this?
SJ: I interview Gundam pilots and Trieze was a Gundam pilot so you do the math. Now sit!
::grumbling the guys sit in the indicated chairs::
SJ: ::smiles at the camera:: Hello, I am Madame SJ and today we shall conduct an interview with the deceased Gundam pilot himself, Trieze Krushrenada.
Duo: ::coughmadwomancough::
SJ: ::glares at Duo:: Ahem, in order to have the interview, we must have a séance which I have a vague idea how to perform, eh heh.
Wufei: Probably used Séances for dummies. -_-
SJ: I heard that! Okay I want everyone join hands, now.
Duo: Achoo! ::sneezes in his hands and then attempts to grab Wufei's who snatches his hand away::
Wufei: Injustice! I am not going to touch Maxwell's snot-covered hand!
SJ: -_-;;; Wufei, suck it up. ::tosses Duo a bottle of hand sanitizer::
Duo: ::blinks:: What's this for?
SJ: To make the germ-a-phobic Wufei happy. Put some on your hands and rub them together. ::Duo shrugs and does as he is told::
Quatre: Wufei, you are afraid of germs?
Wufei: ::grumbles:: I'm not afraid of germs I just hate getting sick.
SJ: Hands everyone.
::Heero Trowa, Quatre, Zechs, SJ, Wufei and finally Duo reluctantly join hands. The boys decided that might as well do what the lunatic says. The sooner they are finished the faster they can get out::
SJ: Okay everyone close your eyes and do not break the link. ::they do as they are told::
Duo: Wait. What link?
Trowa: Our hands.
Duo: Oh.
SJ: Ahem! We gathered here to speak to Trieze Krushrenada. Trieze, if you can hear us, give us a sign.
Duo: ::faking:: I am Lord Trieze. Would a you prefer a victory sign, stop sign or the simple bird.
SJ: Grrrr ::tightens her grip on Duo's hand, clawing him in the process::
Duo: O.O;;; OW! SJ your fingernails are piercing through my skin! SJ! STOP!
Wufei: Pathetic Maxwell. You really are weak allowing a baka onna- ::SJ kicks Wufei from under the table:: OW!
Zechs: I can't believe I'm witnessing this display of childish antics.
Heero: Hn.
Quatre: Stop fighting! ::twitches:: It is quite immature to act like children.
Trowa: .... Quatre?
Quatre: I am Trieze Krushrenada.
Heero: Hn. Quatre is a speaking for Trieze?
Quatre: Greetings pilots, my old friend Zechs.
Zechs: Trieze?
SJ: Wow it worked! ^_^ Ahem. Mr. Krushrenada, I would like to ask you a few questions if that is all right?
Duo: Hmph! She didn't ask us.
Quatre: Certainly Miss.
SJ: Thank you ^_^ First question is, Does death really hurt like hell as Heero so bluntly stated?
Trowa: ::burst out laughing:: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Heero: -_-
Other Gundam Pilots: O.o;;;
SJ: O.o;;;; Um, Trowa? Are you Okay?
Quatre: O.o;;;;; Um. I was not paying attention I am afraid. I am rather sure however, the answer to that particularly question may vary with each death.
SJ: ::blinks:: Hmmm. That makes sense.
Quatre: ::nods:: Quite.
SJ: ::reads her notes: Okay, next question. Are you by any chance related to Dorothy Catalonia?
Quatre: ::blinks:: Why do you ask?
SJ: ::shrugs:: Well, you both have the funky eyebrows.
::Dorothy immediately barges in::
Dorothy: They are not funky! They are beautiful!
SJ: -_-;;; Go away Dorothy or else.
Dorothy: Or else what Miss SJ? You can't do anything to me.
SJ: ::glares and suddenly smirks::
Duo: Uh oh...
SJ: Or else I'll Chibi-size you and convince the people of Pokemon to take you as a new pokemon called Dorthoee! Dorthoee Eyebrow Attack!
Dorothy: O.O;;;;;;;;;
Duo: ::blinks:: She's evil.
Gundam Pilots: ::nods::
Dorothy: Fine! But don't think I'll forget this! ::begins stomping out of the room::
SJ: ::yells:: Dorthoee! Eyebrow Daggers!
Dorothy: ::glares as she races out of the room::
Quatre: Ahem. No we aren't related. Besides, Heero's eyebrows fork at the ends as well. Why not ask him?
Heero: ::death glares and draws his gun:: Omae o korosu Trieze!
SJ: O.O;;;; NO! Heero! Don't shoot Quatre! Anyway, I didn't ask Heero because well, look at his hair. It's completely untamable! Why should his eyebrows not be any different? Not to mention you have a very polished appearance.
Quatre: Very well.
SJ: ::blinks:: Well that went better than I thought. Then again, the guy is dead. -_-;;; New question! Why did you name your organization Oz?
Quatre: ::smiles slightly:: I was a big fan of the wonderful movie, The Wizard of Oz. I always wished I could be the wizard. ::sigh::
SJ: ::gapes in shock at the response:: O.O;;;; A little bit more info than I wanted.
Gundam Pilots: O.O;;; ::nods::
SJ: Okay, About the mobile suits, why zodiac signs?
Quatre: I thought it was quite cleaver.....and Sailor Moon already had rights to the planet names and elements and Dragonball Z took up a lot of the food names. -_-;;;;
SJ: O.O;;;
::Wufei finally cracks::
Wufei: Trieze! Why did you have to die and leave me here with this burden proving I really am weak? WHY?!
SJ: O.o;;; O-kay. Wu-boy is losing it.
Quatre: Wufei- ::suddenly Lady Une bursts through the door::
Lady Une: TRIEZE! ::practically glomps Quatre::
Quatre: O.O;; ::is back to normal and kinda choking:: Miss Une.....Please let go.....I can't breathe! ::is turning blue::
Lady Une: ::doesn't hear Quatre's plea:: Oh Trieze! How I've missed you!
Quatre: O.o;;; ::mouths out Help me!::
Gundam Pilots: O.o;;;;;;
SJ: O.o;;;; Um, Lady Une? I think Trieze left us......again. -_-;;;
Lady Une: ::comes to her senses and releases Quatre who collapses to the floor due to lack of oxygen:: Right. I'm quite sorry. ::gets up and leaves::
SJ: ::blinks:: Well, I think this is it for my interviews since I seem to be out of Gundam Pilots. However I'll be sure to come up with something else. ::notices Heero has his laptop out, gapes at the screen, and turns a gun to SJ as Trowa is fanning Quatre Duo, Wufei and Zechs are looking curiously over Heero's shoulder::
Heero: OMAE O KOROSU!
SJ: O.O;;;; I see you've found the Mission X story. Great. I can see that I probably have some explaining to do....later! ::disappears in a puff of smoke::
Duo: ::blinks:: How did she do that?
Wufei: Author powers, Hmph.
Heero: She is not getting away with this..... especially that pink room she stuck me with!
::SJ watches from the catwalk::
SJ: Oh boy. Tune in next for something. Bye!
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