Holla! (Spanish, but you probably knew that already.) What do I have to say today? Oh, of course. I HAVE TO WAIT 'TIL FEBRUARY 18, 2003 TO GET THE NEXT BOX SET OF G GUNDAM! Grrrr…. Evil G Gundam people! Bigger 'Grrrrrr…'
DISCLAIMTER: Go, Gundam Rose! Capture the dude who owns G Gundam and make him gimme the rights! *Gundam Rose doesn't move* Oh well, at least I tried… Gundam Rose, can you capture George for me? *Gundam Rose remains silent* I'll never own G Gundam at this rate… How about Domon? *nothing happens* Chibodee? Sai Sici? I'll even settle for Argo! *still nothin'* You're no fun, Gundam Rose! *kicks Gundam Rose, ends up hurting self, and stumbles off to pout*
My disclaimers are sorta long, aren't they? He, he. 'Sorta' is an understatement, isn't it? More 'he's.
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Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Promise of a Rose
Chapter III: Pranks: A Way of Life
I woke up the next morning with a feeling uncannily akin to a hangover. Groggily, I dressed, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair to a red-orange sheen. I feel awful, I thought and walked out of my room.
"Mornin', Frenchie," I heard a voice greet me. I whirled around to see Renee leaning against the wall, wearing a white strapless shirt and tight black jeans.
"Good morning, mademoiselle," I returned politely. "Do you think it possible for you to dress in an orthodox fashion for once in your life?" I asked, eyeing her scandalous outfit.
"Nope," Renee replied shortly. "How'd ya sleep, Frenchie?"
"Miss Renee, exactly how much champagne did I drink last night?" I questioned, curious to know why I felt like my head was about to split in two.
"Not that much," Renee answered. "About three cups or so."
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Then would you mind informing me why I am feeling the unpleasant aftereffects of alcohol this fine morning?"
"Oh, that! Nothin' to worry about, Frenchie, dear. I just spiked the drinks," Renee explained as she walked up to me and pulled at my bangs. "Wasn't last night fun?"
"Thoroughly enjoyable," I said with sarcasm and disentangled Renee's hand from my hair. "The only problem is that I do not remember much of what happened. Would you care to inform me?"
"No, not really," Renee told me with a sly smirk as she started to walk down the hall. "I think you'd be better off not knowing, although you did give an astounding performance of La Marsillaise."
I groaned and followed Renee down the hall. Why me? I asked silently. Why?
"En guarde," I growled as my sword crossed with Raymond's in mid-air. I leaned forward, pushing my good butler back. Raymond swerved and dodged, causing me to slightly loose my footing as Raymond struck. In turn, I thrust my sword forward. It came in contact with a nearby tree, missing Raymond by a millimeter. I was about to try to strike again when I noticed something peculiar about the sword.
"What is it, Master George?" Raymond asked as he noticed my eyes narrow. I pushed forward at my sword. Instead of piercing the tree, it bent. With a resigned sigh, I put my finger on the sword tip. Just as I had suspected.
"Renee!" I called, annoyed and rather angry.
"Ya?" Renee answered my call, popping up from below a rosebush.
"Exactly what did you do with my sword?" I asked, glaring at her.
"But Master George, isn't that—" Raymond started but was cut off by her obnoxious niece.
"Sword? Oh, you must mean that long piece of metal with a shiny gold thing on one end!" Renee exclaimed.
"And…" I pressed, placing my sword tip on the ground beside be and trying to lean on it. Regretfully, it bent as I pushed against it and I went tumbling onto the floor.
Renee burst into giggles. I straightened myself, rather flustered. Raymond sighed in annoyance and strolled up to Renee. "That is the last drop, young lady! I am sending you home this minute!" my butler roared and grabbed his niece's ear, tugging her off towards the palace gates.
"No Raymond," I ordered calmly, staring coldly at Renee. Raymond stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me in astonishment. Renee pulled free of her uncle's grasp and rubbed her ear. "I'm going to tame that shrew if it's the last thing I do," I explained.
"If I may say so, Master George, I think you are making a mistake," Raymond offered and walked off, shaking his head.
Renee walked up to me, her eyes full of puzzlement. "Thank you," she murmured softly. I thought that the girl might actually behave civilly for once, but, of course, she could not resist to pull on my bangs and add the insulting nickname "Frenchie" to her thanks. I stared after Renee as she walked off, rubbing gently at my sore hair. Frenchie! I snorted to myself at her fake thank-you. Yet I couldn't help but think that there had been some sincerity in her voice.
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Why? I wondered silently as I walked down a long corridor. Why didn't he kick me out? For that matter, why didn't he make me go the first day? It don't make no sense. All I've done is annoy 'im—let alone embarrass him. I don't get it… I shrugged off my questions and opened the door to my room. My eyes widened as I got an idea. Two, actually. One involved some shampoo, and the other that fencing sword I had hid under my bed…
"Teach me how to fence," I ordered George.
He stared at me, blinking. "W—What?" he finally stuttered.
"Teach me ta fence," I repeated.
George straightened and cleared his throat. "Madam, last time I checked, I was the one giving orders to you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some pressing business to attend to…" Frenchie started to walk away but I grabbed his arm.
"TEACH ME HOW TO FENCE!" I shouted.
George pulled his arm out of my grasp. "Please, mademoiselle. Maybe once you learn some manners," he protested.
My eyes flashed angrily. "Now," I growled.
With a resigned sigh, George reluctantly agreed. "We will start tomorrow. Now, I have some business to attend to and you have a Gundam to fix," George told me.
I grunted. "What did you do to it this time?" I demanded.
"Nothing. I just want to put you to use, that is all," George explained with a slight smile and walked off. I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. I could wait till tomorrow. Give him time to enjoy his hair while he can…
Exactly twenty-four hours later, George and I stood in a rose garden, both of us armed with swords. I smiled inwardly, hatching more evil pranks and not paying the least bit of attention to George's boring-as-hell speech about 'The Code of Fencing'. I mean, really. No one—except maybe George—gives a damn about the rules of fencing. They just want to fence, for god's sake! I interrupted George with a loud yawn.
"Do you wish to learn the art of swordplay or not?" George challenged.
" 'Course I do, Frenchie," I replied with an angelic smile.
George looked at me suspiciously, then continued with his lecture. "Hold the sword like so…" I held back another yawn, humoring George. My mind started to drift when I was brought back to the present as George asked me sharply, "Mademoiselle, are you even listening?"
"I'm hangin' on your every word, fighter dear," I responded sarcastically.
George sighed. "I am losing my patience with you, Miss Renee. It is essential that you learn the Code of Fencing; otherwise you will be fighting only for the sake of fighting," the Gundam fighter explained.
I grunted. "Oh, c'mon, Frenchie. I don't need no damn Code o' Fencing. I could beat the daylights out of ya anytime," I said.
"Really, mademoiselle?" George questioned, somewhat mischievously.
"Hell yah," I answered.
"I shall take you up on that challenge," George said and raised his fencing sword. I copied him, a bit unsure. Now I wished I had listened at least a bit before openin' my big trap. "Now, Renee, are you ready?"
"Ready as hell," I answered with more confidence then I actually felt.
"Go!" George yelled. I didn't even know what the hell he did, just half a second later, my fencing sword was sticking point-down into the dirt two feet away.
"Now, mademoiselle Renee, are you ready to learn the fine art of fencing?" he asked.
"Bitch," I muttered as I went to retrieve my sword. Fortunately, he didn't hear me. "Yeah, go ahead, Frenchie, teach me how to fence."
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I inwardly winced as she used my nickname again. When would that woman learn some manners? I could have sworn she had muttered something profane, but I dismissed it, rather willingly. Renee leaned on her fencing sword as I once more began my instruction. I could tell this wasn't going to be easy…
And hour later, we parted. She had finally listened to me, but it took some time and almost more patience than I had. I wondered if she had asked to fence on purpose, and had the sneaking suspicion that she had. I walked to the gardens. I was in sore need of some relaxation time.
It was late and I had just finished another fencing session with Raymond. I brushed my teeth and hair, then slipped under the covers on my bed. If only I had the slightest idea what I was in for the next morn…
I yawned and slipped out of bed, stretching. I stripped and stepped into the shower, picking up my shampoo. I thought it was oddly liquid, but I dismissed it just as early morning misconceptions. I finished my shower and dressed in my usual attire. I went to my mirror and dropped my brush. That girl is going to get it… I thought angrily.
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"RENEE BISHOP, YOU GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!!!" George's voice roared down the hall, beckoning me to his room. I couldn't keep from bursting out laughing when I saw him. He looked like always…save for his hair. It was pink. I fell to the ground, unable to keep upright from laughing so hard. Raymond raced up the stairs when he heard George, and had to race down again so that his master wouldn't see him laughing, too.
"Renee, what did you put in my shampoo?" George asked, seething.
"I—I put—" I tried to say, but my laughter wouldn't permit it. "Bleach," I finally managed to gasp.
"BLEACH?!?!?" he yelled. George touched his hair. "Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you."
I nodded, still laughing. I got up, and made to turn around, but instead pulled out a camera and snapped a quick picture before running down the hall. I could feel George's eyes in the back of my head. I knew I would get it later, but now, I was content to begin my next prank.
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It's DarkDragon again. You see me everywhere in these stories, doncha? How'd you like Renee's bleach trick? I wonder what Renee's planning to do to poor Georgie now. You'll have to wait till next time to find out.
~*DarkDragon*~
*sigh* DarkDragon, why do you always have to make it sound like a cliffhanger? Oh well. This was really your chapter in the first place…
~* ShadowTide *~