Disclaimers: If Gundam Wing belonged to me, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, now would I? Other than that, just read, review and enjoy! *starts up TV again*
Scene two:
[We see three men walking through a town full of sick people. Two are pushing the cart, but the more important one is behind the cart, banging a triangle with a stick and shouting:]
Cart-master: Bring out your dead!
*clang*
Bring out your dead!
*clang*
Bring out your dead
*clang*
Bring out your dead!
[Someone comes out to the cart and puts a dead body on it]
Ninepence.
*clang*
Bring out your dead!
*clang*
Bring out your dead
[Noin comes up to the cart, dragging a comatose Zechs behind her. She places him on the cart.]
Noin: Here's one.
Cart-master: Ninepence.
Zechs: I'm not dead!
Cart-master: Nani?
Noin: Nothing. Here's your ninepence.
Zechs: I'm not dead!
Cart-master: There. He says he's not dead.
Noin: Yes he is!
Zechs: I'm not!
Cart-master: *sweatdrops* he isn't?
Noin: *also sweatdrops* you aren't?
Zechs: ^^v Well, I'm getting better.
Noin: No you aren't. You'll be stone dead again in a moment.
Cart-master: I can't take him like this. It's against regulations.
Noin: Could you wait a minute then? He couldn't have come back to life for long.
Cart-master: Nah, I got to head over to Une's, she's lost nine today.
Noin: Well, when are you coming back?
Cart-master: Thursday.
Zechs: I think I'll pilot a mobile suit...
Noin: You're not fooling anyone. Look, isn't there something you can do?
Zechs: *starts singing 'Rhythm Emotion'*
[The cart-master whacks Zechs on the head, silencing him]
Noin: Ah, thank you.
Cart-master: No problem. See you on Thursday.
[King Heero and Patsy "ride" by]
Noin: Who was that?
Cart-master: Dunno. Must be a king.
Noin: Why?
Cart-master: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3:
[The King Heero music is playing in the background. King Heero and Patsy ride up to a person covered in rags pulling a wagon. In fact the only human feature that's showing is a long chestnut brown braid *wink wink nudge nudge say no MORE!*]
King Heero: Old woman!
[The person turns around]
Person: Man!
King Heero: Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
Person: I'm 15!
King Heero: I- what?
Person: I'm 15. I'm not old.
King Heero: Well I can't just call you 'man'.
Person/Duo: Well, you could say 'Duo'
King Heero: I didn't know you were called 'Duo'.
Duo: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
King Heero: Well, I am sorry about the whole 'old woman' thing, but from behind-
Duo: What I object to is that you automatically treated me like an inferior!
King Heero: Well I AM king.
Duo: Oh king, eh, very nice. And how did you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our colonies. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-
[Hilde comes up]
Hilde: Duo, there's some lovely filth down here- oh! How d'you do?
[Hilde and Duo start piling mud onto a cloth]
King Heero: Hn. I am Heero, king of the bishonen. Whose castle is that?
Hilde: King of the who?
King Heero: The bishonen.
Hilde: Who're the bishonen?
King Heero: We all are.
[Heero sweatdrops]
well, I'm king of the bishojo too.
Hilde: I didn't know we had a king. I thought the colonies were an autonomous collective.
Duo: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working class-
Hilde: Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again...
Duo: But that's what it's all about! If only-
King Heero: Please, good people, I am in haste. Who lives in that castle over there?
Hilde: No one lives there.
King Heero: Then who is your lord?
Hilde: We don't have a lord.
King Heero: NANI?
Duo: *mushroom cloud sigh* I told you, we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns. To act as a sort of executive officer for the week-
King Heero: Hn.
Duo: But the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a bi-weekly meeting-
King Heero: *getting irritated with Duo* Hn.
Duo: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs-
King Heero: Shut up.
Duo: But by a two-thirds majority in more-
King Heero: Shut up! I order you to shut up!
Duo: Order, eh? Who do you think you are?
King Heero: KING!!
Hilde: Well, I didn't vote for you.
King Heero: You don't vote for kings.
Hilde: So how'd you become king?
[Angels start singing]
King Heero: The author of the fic, her nails clad in shimmering purple nail polish, held aloft Wing Zero from the fog, signifying by divine providence that I, Heero, was to pilot Wing Zero.
[Angels stop singing]
Duo: Listen, strange women standing in mist is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not some fascicle bad weather ceremony.
King Heero: Be quiet!
Duo: If I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a mecha at me, they'd put me away!
King Heero: Omae o korosu!
[Grabs Duo and starts shaking him]
Duo: Oh! Come see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
King Heero: Bloody peasant!
[Reluctantly drops Duo and 'rides' away]
Duo: What a giveaway! You heard that! You heard that, didn't you? That's what I'm all about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
[Puts TV on pause] Well, that's all for now! Please review! Pretty please? I'll try to post 2 or 3 scenes at a time from now on. Now, what are you waiting for? Tell me what you think! Happy New Year, everyone!
Scene two:
[We see three men walking through a town full of sick people. Two are pushing the cart, but the more important one is behind the cart, banging a triangle with a stick and shouting:]
Cart-master: Bring out your dead!
*clang*
Bring out your dead!
*clang*
Bring out your dead
*clang*
Bring out your dead!
[Someone comes out to the cart and puts a dead body on it]
Ninepence.
*clang*
Bring out your dead!
*clang*
Bring out your dead
[Noin comes up to the cart, dragging a comatose Zechs behind her. She places him on the cart.]
Noin: Here's one.
Cart-master: Ninepence.
Zechs: I'm not dead!
Cart-master: Nani?
Noin: Nothing. Here's your ninepence.
Zechs: I'm not dead!
Cart-master: There. He says he's not dead.
Noin: Yes he is!
Zechs: I'm not!
Cart-master: *sweatdrops* he isn't?
Noin: *also sweatdrops* you aren't?
Zechs: ^^v Well, I'm getting better.
Noin: No you aren't. You'll be stone dead again in a moment.
Cart-master: I can't take him like this. It's against regulations.
Noin: Could you wait a minute then? He couldn't have come back to life for long.
Cart-master: Nah, I got to head over to Une's, she's lost nine today.
Noin: Well, when are you coming back?
Cart-master: Thursday.
Zechs: I think I'll pilot a mobile suit...
Noin: You're not fooling anyone. Look, isn't there something you can do?
Zechs: *starts singing 'Rhythm Emotion'*
[The cart-master whacks Zechs on the head, silencing him]
Noin: Ah, thank you.
Cart-master: No problem. See you on Thursday.
[King Heero and Patsy "ride" by]
Noin: Who was that?
Cart-master: Dunno. Must be a king.
Noin: Why?
Cart-master: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3:
[The King Heero music is playing in the background. King Heero and Patsy ride up to a person covered in rags pulling a wagon. In fact the only human feature that's showing is a long chestnut brown braid *wink wink nudge nudge say no MORE!*]
King Heero: Old woman!
[The person turns around]
Person: Man!
King Heero: Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
Person: I'm 15!
King Heero: I- what?
Person: I'm 15. I'm not old.
King Heero: Well I can't just call you 'man'.
Person/Duo: Well, you could say 'Duo'
King Heero: I didn't know you were called 'Duo'.
Duo: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
King Heero: Well, I am sorry about the whole 'old woman' thing, but from behind-
Duo: What I object to is that you automatically treated me like an inferior!
King Heero: Well I AM king.
Duo: Oh king, eh, very nice. And how did you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our colonies. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-
[Hilde comes up]
Hilde: Duo, there's some lovely filth down here- oh! How d'you do?
[Hilde and Duo start piling mud onto a cloth]
King Heero: Hn. I am Heero, king of the bishonen. Whose castle is that?
Hilde: King of the who?
King Heero: The bishonen.
Hilde: Who're the bishonen?
King Heero: We all are.
[Heero sweatdrops]
well, I'm king of the bishojo too.
Hilde: I didn't know we had a king. I thought the colonies were an autonomous collective.
Duo: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working class-
Hilde: Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again...
Duo: But that's what it's all about! If only-
King Heero: Please, good people, I am in haste. Who lives in that castle over there?
Hilde: No one lives there.
King Heero: Then who is your lord?
Hilde: We don't have a lord.
King Heero: NANI?
Duo: *mushroom cloud sigh* I told you, we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns. To act as a sort of executive officer for the week-
King Heero: Hn.
Duo: But the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a bi-weekly meeting-
King Heero: *getting irritated with Duo* Hn.
Duo: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs-
King Heero: Shut up.
Duo: But by a two-thirds majority in more-
King Heero: Shut up! I order you to shut up!
Duo: Order, eh? Who do you think you are?
King Heero: KING!!
Hilde: Well, I didn't vote for you.
King Heero: You don't vote for kings.
Hilde: So how'd you become king?
[Angels start singing]
King Heero: The author of the fic, her nails clad in shimmering purple nail polish, held aloft Wing Zero from the fog, signifying by divine providence that I, Heero, was to pilot Wing Zero.
[Angels stop singing]
Duo: Listen, strange women standing in mist is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not some fascicle bad weather ceremony.
King Heero: Be quiet!
Duo: If I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a mecha at me, they'd put me away!
King Heero: Omae o korosu!
[Grabs Duo and starts shaking him]
Duo: Oh! Come see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
King Heero: Bloody peasant!
[Reluctantly drops Duo and 'rides' away]
Duo: What a giveaway! You heard that! You heard that, didn't you? That's what I'm all about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
[Puts TV on pause] Well, that's all for now! Please review! Pretty please? I'll try to post 2 or 3 scenes at a time from now on. Now, what are you waiting for? Tell me what you think! Happy New Year, everyone!