ShadowTide: Well, now that there's some piece and quiet in this chaotic Author's Notes World—
Chibodee: *interveenes* It's time to go to another strip club!
George: No, mon ami, it is time to go on with this plot-less story.
DarkDragon: You guys are both wrong. 'S time to kill my next victim!
*Chibodee, George, and ShadowTide back away*
Chibodee: Um…I gotta be some place. *runs off*
George: I can hear Miss Marie-Louise calling. *leaves*
Marie-Louise: IT'S JUST PLAIN 'MARIE-LOUISE'!
ShadowTide: And…um… I gotta go choose between Kyoji and George.
DarkDragon: Don't worry, people. I'm out to kill Marie-Louise.
George and Marie-Louise: WHAT?!?!
Renee: Yay! Now Georgie is all mine! *hugs George*
ShadowTide: Nuh-uh, lady. George is MINE! *pulls on George's other arm*
Renee: Mine!
ShadowTide: Mine!
Marie-Louise: *being chased by DarkDragon* A little help, someone!
Renee: Mine!
ShadowTide: Mine!
Chibodee: Ooh, my turn for the DISCLAIMER! Well, none of the creative freaks who are writing this story own G Gundam. Which is really good, 'cause could you even start to imagine what they would do if they did? Anyway, on with the fic…
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Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Promise of a Rose
Chapter VII: Lover's Quarrel
This was awful, disastrous, I berated myself. If I had not deserved to be demoted after the incident two nights ago, I positively deserved to be stripped of my title and honor now. Did I really do it? I asked myself skeptically. Did I really kiss the Princess? The lingering warmth on my lips proved to me that I had. I sighed and leaned forward, resting my arms on the balcony edge.
"What is the matter, George?" a gentle, girlish voice asked from behind me. I did not have to turn around to know who was speaking to me; I had heard that beautiful voice too many times to forget it.
"Nothing, Miss Marie-Louise," I assured the Princess with confidence that I did not feel.
Marie-Louise walked up to join me. "Marie-Louise, George. Simply Marie-Louise."
I shook my head in disagreement. "No, Princess. You are engaged. Now is not the time for certain intimacies. I had my chance, but I did not take it," I said sullenly, staring straight ahead of me, my face an emotionless mask.
"You—you mean…?" Marie-Louise left the question hanging.
It was so silent that I could hear the crickets singing below us. I sighed. It was unfair, just to have finally convinced myself of my feelings for Marie-Louise and then to have her taken away from me. "It matters not if I love you now. You are no longer mine to tell." I chanced a look at the Princess's face, and my heart twisted in agony as I saw the image of raw pain and longing painted onto her gorgeous features. "I am truly sorry," I murmured kindly then walked away. But I felt Marie-Louise's eyes boring into my back until I turned a corner.
Renee seemed unnaturally disconcerted during her fencing lesson that day. She did not even try to unnerve me, just stood leaning against a tree as I uncomfortably tried to teach her that fencing swords were the exact opposite of Samurai swords. I did not even bother asking where she had learned of Samurai.
"So Renee," I repeated, "one does not hack away with fencing swords. Quite the opposite, in fact. One must—"
"My birthday's comin' up in a week," Renee intervened, drawing her attention back from the horizon to my confused and frustrated face.
I sighed. "Do you have any idea of what I have been saying for the past hour?" I asked in exasperation.
"Huh? What? Oh, c'mon, Frenchie. You should know by now that I ain't never gonna listen to nothin' you say," Renee responded candidly.
This was it. All—if any—thoughts I had had on turning Renee into a high-society creature completely vanished at that point. With a frustrated sigh, I placed my sword neatly on the grass and turned to Renee. "Mademoiselle Renee, your fencing lessons have been officially canceled. Please mutter the disgusting and degrading oaths that will follow this announcement in the presence of another unfortunate soul; I am frankly not in the mood to hear you utter anything." My eyes as cold as ice, I simply walked away, leaving Renee staring after me.
"Ah, who needs your stupid fencing lessons anyways?" Renee shouted after me. I heard a clang as she threw her sword on the cobblestone walkway. "GODDAMMIT GEORGE DE SAND!!!!"
I smiled to myself in satisfaction, but my smirk was soon replaced with an angry frown as I felt something slightly lumpy and…gooey?…hit my hair. I whirled around to see Renee leaning nonchalantly against a tree, smiling sweetly at me. Fearing the worst, I felt the back of my hair. My face paled and I quickly made my way to my room. But not before glaring daggers at my ever-useful mechanic.
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Ooh! I was mean. No, I was worse than mean. I was downright bitchy. Which suited me perfectly. But he deserved that, I reminded myself. For kissing that bitch of a princess. My eyes widened. What the hell am I thinkin'? I screamed at myself. 'For kissing that bitch of a princess'? What the hell does that mean? I ain't jealous of Frenchie. No how, no way. I am NOT jealous. I shook my head. Yes, George deserved it. Actually, if I had had more time, I could have come up with somethin' way more better than spitting gum into his hair, but it would do.
"Nice, Pinkie," a cocky voice congratulated me from behind me. I jumped around to see Chibodee standing—a bit wobbly—a few feet away.
"Thanks," I said with a flashy smile. "I try."
Chibodee started laughing, but was interrupted by a fit of hiccups. I figured he had been drinkin' again.
I sighed. "I wish I had a picture of 'im, though," I confided. "It woulda been so good for that album!"
"Right here, Pinkie." Chibodee flashed me a sly smirk. "Always carry a camera around," he advised, throwing his camera idly between his hands.
"Thanks."
"No prob, Pinkie."
I glared at Chibodee. "You call me that one more time and I'll—"
"Pinkie," Chibodee challenged.
Without further ado, I pushed Chibodee backwards a few yards. Incidentally—or maybe not—my accomplice happened to fall straight into a pond.
"Hey!" the Neo-American shouted as he came up sputtering. "I'm on your side, remember?"
I smirked. "Alliances only go so far," I said maliciously. Then I walked away. But my damn thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. I thought as I watched Chibodee wring water from his clothes and hair. Thought about what, you ask? Dunno, not really. But somehow all thoughts led back to George. Damn! Of all the things, I have to fall for him, I thought angrily. But I took the thought back immediately. Me? George? Me and George?! Nuh-uh! First of all, it would NEVER work. Not the way it was going, anyway. Again I smirked. I cradled my head in my arms. As I turned my head I noticed the last person I wanted to see on the adjacent balcony. When he saw me he gave me a cold glare and abruptly left. I sighed, but smirked at the same time. If I couldn't be evil, what could I be?
"Mademoiselle Renee," I heard a sickly-sweet, girl's voice behind me. I didn't turn. "Please turn around," she commanded.
"I don't take orders from nobody, Princess," I said haughtily.
"Fine. Just stay off of my George," she ordered. I turned, but she was gone. Say off of her George? Why would I want to get on him in the first place? That…didn't sound right. I decided a nice warm bath would calm my nerves. And maybe get rid of this nice hot-pink color that George had so graciously dyed my hair.
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Renee: MINE!! *pulls on George's arm*
ShadowTide: MINE!! *pulls on George's other arm*
DarkDragon: Get over here you bitch who shouldn't have ever lived!
Marie-Louise: You're the one who's a female dog!
DarkDragon: *stops to ponder this* Actually, Nikki's the half-wolf girl, but she's not in this story. *goes back to chasing Marie*
George: HELP!
Renee and ShadowTide: HE'S MINE YOU BITCH!!
Stalker: And so it continues.
All: Isn't he supposed to be dead?
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~* ShadowTide *~
P.S. Sorry about the short chapter. We're really anxious to get onto the next one, 'cause the funnest thing happens in it! Oh, the suspense, I'm gonna die!