George: *wails* This is so embarrassing!

DarkDragon: That's the point, Frenchie.

Chibodee: Yeah. I liked seeing you flat on your face.

DarkDragon: Renee sure knows haw to pull a fast one on you.

George: Wait till I pull out my tricks.

Chibodee: You have tricks?

ShadowTide: George, Kyoji, George, Kyoji...

Stalker: As you can see, Chibodee and George are bickering and ShadowTide has not yet arrived at a decision. DarkDragon has yet to be doing anything important and worth mentioning.

DarkDragon: HEY!!! *grabs knife*

Stalker: *steps back* Okay...DISCLAIMER: DarkDragon nor ShadowTide own G Gundam, though they wouldn't mind if some others decided otherwise...

DarkDragon: *still angry from before* Ohhhh, Stalker, you're gonna get it...!

Stalker: I hate my job.

DarkDragon: LETS GET THIS THING STARTED!!! GUNDAM FIGHT...READY?...GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stalker: I hate you and my job.

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Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Promise of a Rose

Chapter V: P!NK Hair and 'The Knife Incident'

I stormed into my room. I wasn't sure what Renee meant by "scrapbook," but I was positive that I didn't want to know. She had set me up for the most embarrassing day of my life. And all I could do was storm out while she laughed? I looked at my hair and suddenly got an idea. Raymond had told me that Renee hates the color pink. I grinned for the first time in a long while as an idea struck me. I knew it was degrading and far below me, but, after all, one good turn deserves another...

I had finally finished rigging my trap, but I knew it wouldn't be used for a while. That reason came walking up the stairs at that moment. The Queen looked up and smiled.

"George! There you are! The King and I are holding a dinner for the rulers of Neo-Egypt and I need you to find a suitable outfit for that girl. Not what she was wearing at the ball, mind you. I heard of that, and I hope you can be so kind as to choose something that correctly relates to the occasion," the Queen informed me stiffly. I looked at her in shock and utter horror. I couldn't be disrespectful to the Queen, but did she honestly expect me to go out in public with my hair the way it was?

"Of course, Your Highness," I replied politely. I hoped Raymond would get it right this time...

Thankfully, Raymond did. Renee had an appropriate gown to wear. It was not very formfitting, for that I was grateful, and it was black. I nodded to my butler at his choice (he had gone without Renee this time). It would be perfect. The dress itself didn't have many skirts, and thus it looked thinner than normal. The trim was golden, and Renee could wear her topaz set again. Raymond had also gotten his niece new shoes, shoes that were fitting for once. There was one small problem, I noticed with horror: Chibodee. I went to Renee. Because she was the mechanic, she would need to be there, but Chibodee's presence wasn't needed; no, it was unwanted.

"Renee," I said as I entered. "I need you to find some way to get Chibodee out of the palace for the evening."

"Why?" Renee asked, as I knew she would.

"We are holding a dinner tonight for the rulers of Neo-Egypt. Neo-France hopes to make an alliance with them, and I don't think the King and Queen would appreciate…having him here," I explained.

"I get to go on another shopping trip?!" Renee asked in excitement, ignoring the initial question.

"No, Raymond has already taken care of your dress," I told her steadily. Renee's face fell. I noticed that when she had a mischievous idea, her eyes would spark and she would look…well, beautiful. Her eyes were lovely by themselves, of course, and her curly blonde hair added to the affect and brought out her eyes. Black was her perfect color… I shook my head sharply as I realized exactly what I had been thinking.

"Then why'd you come?" Renee asked, yawning.

"I need you to find a way to get Chibodee out of the palace for the evening," I repeated.

Renee grunted. "That'll be easy enough. Janet, Cath, Bunny and Shirley can go into the spare house you have over there and I can send Chibodee to a strip club or somethin'." I was appalled at the suggestion, but if it worked... "Don't worry, Frenchie, it'll work," Renee assured me. I had my serious doubts, but what else was I to do?

"Yes, I know. I should know how to get rid of Chibodee by now, but you two are so much alike..." I sighed and walked out of the room.

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I stared after him, shocked and amused. Shocked because he had asked me for advice, amused because of what he had said. Chibodee and I are alike in a lot of ways. One being that we both like to see George fume. I walked out of my room, and to Chibodee's.

"Hey, Chibodee!" I called. He poked his head out.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I know of a great strip club. You wanna go?" I said calmly. He nodded vigorously.

"When're we going?" he asked anxiously, his eyes bright.

"I'm not going, only you and—if you want—your crew. I have other things to do," I replied. Chibodee caught my drift and nodded.

"Sure. What time do you need me out till?" he asked and leaned against the door.

"Go get drunk, party, and come back before noon tomorrow," I suggested with a shrug. He grinned.

"Hey Cath, Shirley, Bunny, Janet! C'mon! We're goin' to a strip club!" Chibodee called into his room and all four emerged. I stared as they followed Chibodee, probably to keep him in line rather than actually wanting to go. Chibodee had left the premises before you could say "Gundam Rose." I for one was glad of that. Now, what could I do to Frenchie? Doing' somethin' tonight was out of the question, not even I would try to mess up a dinner this big. I settled for a "wait-for-now" type of thing and went to see what my dear uncle had bought me.

The dinner had started. The rulers of Neo-Egypt had come in the formal wear of their country, which was more interesting than that of Neo-France—at least I thought it was.

The first act of the King was to propose a toast.

"I would like to propose a toast to the rulers of Neo-Egypt, Queen Hatchepsut and Pharaoh Ramses the III," the King said. I started to eat; it was boring. I noticed that everyone else had risen. I stayed put. What was the point? George bent down.

"Renee, stand up," he whispered fiercely.

"No," I said defiantly. He took my fork and placed it down and then took hold of my knife. Oh, nooo! He wouldn't get it that easily. I held my knife firmer. George tugged and glared at me. I glared back. No French preppy priss was gonna interrupt my meal. Especially one this good. He yanked. I yanked. He yanked harder. I yanked harder as I tightened my grip. We began to play a little game of tug-of-war with my knife, and I refused to be the looser. I pulled, George pulled, I pulled, George pulled, I pulled, George pulled, I pulled, George pulled. We went on like this for a while, ignoring the others at the table, who were staring at us in disgust. Finally, when George was beginning to tug his hardest…I let go. Down went the Gundam fighter, tipping the chair and sprawling out on the floor. The Queen stared at us, appalled and angry. The King was shaking his head sadly, a hand over his face. The Pharaoh and his wife were staring at us dumbfounded. George stood quickly and dusted himself off.

"You are no longer safe in this household," he whispered menacingly, so low I could barely hear. Then he dismissed himself. The Queen looked at me meaningfully and I too excused myself. I walked to my room and entered. I had opened the door when a bucket of what I thought was water came pouring from the heavens. Literally. But it wasn't water. I looked at my clothes, then ran to the mirror.

"SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!"

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I smiled in satisfaction as the oath echoed through the palace. There was utter silence after that. Not even a bird chirped. Then, slowly, the noises started again. I knew who had shouted the oath, Renee. I knew because of two things. First of all, Renee was the only one who knew foul language like that, and, secondly, I set it up to be that way. My trap was when Renee opened the door to her room, a bucket containing pink hair dye would spill on her. Shame that it would also stain the dress, but I wasn't worried about that. I had gotten my revenge and that was all that mattered.

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THANKS FOR ALL THE REVEIWS, GUYS!

Like last time, DarkDragon wrote all of this chapter, and then I got around to changing a couple words or phrases or adding a sentence and stuff like that.

Anyone want to review and give us some ideas for more pranks? I guess both DarkDragon and I are a bit brain-dead right now…

Despedida! (Spanish, I think.)

~* DarkTide *~