Gundam Shorts (No, Not the Spandex Kind!) Part 2
by Euterpe
Hey everybody! Thank you soo much for reviewing Part 1- it was my first ever completed fic! Here's some more, same as before-- silly (at least I think so) sketches for Gundam Wing. Watch out for yaoi, Relena-bashing, and major spoilers. Have fun!
Disclaimer: *Enter Quatre, with Trowa standing behind him, arms folded* "Hi! Euterpe told me that it was my turn to read the disclaimer for her work. She says that I'm her favorite pilot. I think that was awfully nice of her, don't you? Anyway, here it is: 'Sadly, Euterpe does not own Gundam Wing nor the kawaii pilots who appear on the series.' Hey what does this part say? It's kinda crossed out. 'She does not even own Quatre, although she still can fantasize about him to her heart's content...'" *Trowa's face is getting red* "' And all the things she would do to him if he were hers and hers alone..'" *Trowa has now balled up his fists* "' Naughty things involving whipped cream...'" *Quatre is on the verge of passing out from shock. Trowa has stormed backstage, and the authoress can be heard pleading for her life in between dodging Trowa's punches. Satisfied, Trowa emerges a few seconds later and returns to his position.* "Um, Trowa? What do you think Euterpe wanted to do with the whipped cream?" "Never mind, little one. I'll show you later. Just keep reading." *Quatre clears his throat* "'OK, review when you're done, please.'" *Shouts can be heard from backstage* "Hey Trowa, would you and Quatre be down with a threesome?"
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The blue-haired woman had just stepped out of the shower. She towelled off her hair and as she turned around to look in the mirror, she caught sight of her shrine devoted to the masked man she adored. The man who had been absent from her life for such a long time, who was now returning. "Zechs," Noin whispered to her pictures, "It's been one year and twenty-two days. And seven hours. And two minutes. And three seconds. Four seconds. Five. Six...that number reminds me of Zechs. Oh, Zechsy..."
*****
It was just another night's work at the circus for siblings Trowa Barton and Catherine Bloom. Catherine was practicing her skill of throwing knives at her younger brother, and Trowa was practicing his skill of just standing there. Usually, Catherine was pretty good with her aim, but she had been to a circus party the night before, and everyone knows how wild those can get, especially once they've broken out the cotton candy. As a result, she was now stuck with a massive hangover and double vision. But still, the show must go on, headache or not. She took a deep breath and flung a knife, then gasped when it embedded itself right between Trowa's legs, only centimeters away from his flesh.
The audience was clearly impressed with this display of her talent and began applauding, leading Catherine to believe that her slip-up would go unnoticed. But then a diminutive blond hurriedly began making his way down through the seats and toward the circus ring below. He stopped when he got to Catherine, and began to reprimand her for her carelessness. Then he rushed over to Trowa to make sure he was OK. "Trowa, I can't believe what she almost did to you," Quatre wailed. "Are you all right? I can't bear to think about what could've happened to you- or to 'Little Trowa'! What would I have done then?"
The Heavyarms pilot did his best to calm his lover down. "Little one, just go back to your seat. I'll be fine. You can check on 'Little Trowa' later tonight if you wish." Quatre's face relaxed. He turned back to Catherine. "You were lucky this time," he reminded her. "You'd better watch out, though, or next time..." he began cackling with his Zero-System style laughter before returning to the audience.
*****
Zechs Merquise took off his mask and stood in front of the portrait of his deceased father. He had finally regained the Sanc Kingdom and avenged his family's death, but his work was not yet done. "I've failed you," he began, addressing the painting. "Only Relena is fit to lead the Sanc Kingdom. My hands, they are too stained with blood," he lamented, holding them up before his face. Upon closer inspection however, he noticed that the spots on them were brown rather than red. 'Hey, this isn't blood,' he thought. 'It's chocolate. Anyway, there's no way that a chocolate-loving maniac like myself can run this country. All of the treasury funds would go to buying Godiva...Hm, note to self, hop into the Tallgeese on the way back to OZ HQ and pick up some more Godiva.'
*****
Lady Une was willing to play dirty with the rebels. "Hand over your Gundams. OZ has targeted the colonies." She had backed the pilots into a trap. Heero knew there was only one option available to him. He stepped out of Wing and pushed the self-detonation button, destroying his mech and sending himself flying toward the ground. At the same moment, as he watched the situation unfold, Quatre lurched forward in the seat of his Gundam, clutching his chest and feeling a tremendous pain welling up within him.
"Quatre, what's wrong? Is your spaceheart causing you to sense the pain that Heero's going through?" Duo asked.
"No it's not that. I've got a bad case of heartburn. I knew we shouldn't have stopped off at that fast food place on the way over here. You wouldn't happen to have any Mylanta with you, would you?"
*****
The tense battle raged on between Tallgeese and Heavyarms, as the fierce Antarctic winds whipped around the two giant machines. Zechs and Heero were deadlocked in combat, and neither seemed ready to give in. As the fighting continued, Zechs gained the upper hand, and was about to deal a deadly blow to Heero with his beam saber. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large airplane showed up and flew in between the two mechs. A young girl clad in pink with blond hair leaned out of the door, waving a piece of paper. "Heero, I have a letter for y-". Just then, everyone's favorite butler, who was also piloting the jet, spun it quickly to the left, the sudden shift throwing Relena off balance and out of the plane. She fell a hundred feet down, to her icy death. Pargan, now relieved of the royal pain known as Relena, let out a loud cheer. "Mission accomplished." For in truth, Pargan was the secret sixth Gundam pilot, who had come to Earth to assassinate Relena Peacecraft. He had finally acheived his goal after months of hard work and careful planning. Now he was off to celebrate. 'It's time to go pick up some chicks in the Sanc Kingdom. Watch out ladies, here I come!"
(Okay. Sorry about this one. I don't think the episode really ended like that. I can't seem to find my tape of it though, so I was writing from memory. I'm pretty sure that's what happened in it.)
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Believe it or not, I still have a few more up my sleeve. Or on my disk. Give me feedback- do you want to see more, or should I be dragged out into the streets and shot?
Thanks again to Qtpi123, living proof that little sisters can be useful for things other than target practice for your knife act.
by Euterpe
Hey everybody! Thank you soo much for reviewing Part 1- it was my first ever completed fic! Here's some more, same as before-- silly (at least I think so) sketches for Gundam Wing. Watch out for yaoi, Relena-bashing, and major spoilers. Have fun!
Disclaimer: *Enter Quatre, with Trowa standing behind him, arms folded* "Hi! Euterpe told me that it was my turn to read the disclaimer for her work. She says that I'm her favorite pilot. I think that was awfully nice of her, don't you? Anyway, here it is: 'Sadly, Euterpe does not own Gundam Wing nor the kawaii pilots who appear on the series.' Hey what does this part say? It's kinda crossed out. 'She does not even own Quatre, although she still can fantasize about him to her heart's content...'" *Trowa's face is getting red* "' And all the things she would do to him if he were hers and hers alone..'" *Trowa has now balled up his fists* "' Naughty things involving whipped cream...'" *Quatre is on the verge of passing out from shock. Trowa has stormed backstage, and the authoress can be heard pleading for her life in between dodging Trowa's punches. Satisfied, Trowa emerges a few seconds later and returns to his position.* "Um, Trowa? What do you think Euterpe wanted to do with the whipped cream?" "Never mind, little one. I'll show you later. Just keep reading." *Quatre clears his throat* "'OK, review when you're done, please.'" *Shouts can be heard from backstage* "Hey Trowa, would you and Quatre be down with a threesome?"
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The blue-haired woman had just stepped out of the shower. She towelled off her hair and as she turned around to look in the mirror, she caught sight of her shrine devoted to the masked man she adored. The man who had been absent from her life for such a long time, who was now returning. "Zechs," Noin whispered to her pictures, "It's been one year and twenty-two days. And seven hours. And two minutes. And three seconds. Four seconds. Five. Six...that number reminds me of Zechs. Oh, Zechsy..."
*****
It was just another night's work at the circus for siblings Trowa Barton and Catherine Bloom. Catherine was practicing her skill of throwing knives at her younger brother, and Trowa was practicing his skill of just standing there. Usually, Catherine was pretty good with her aim, but she had been to a circus party the night before, and everyone knows how wild those can get, especially once they've broken out the cotton candy. As a result, she was now stuck with a massive hangover and double vision. But still, the show must go on, headache or not. She took a deep breath and flung a knife, then gasped when it embedded itself right between Trowa's legs, only centimeters away from his flesh.
The audience was clearly impressed with this display of her talent and began applauding, leading Catherine to believe that her slip-up would go unnoticed. But then a diminutive blond hurriedly began making his way down through the seats and toward the circus ring below. He stopped when he got to Catherine, and began to reprimand her for her carelessness. Then he rushed over to Trowa to make sure he was OK. "Trowa, I can't believe what she almost did to you," Quatre wailed. "Are you all right? I can't bear to think about what could've happened to you- or to 'Little Trowa'! What would I have done then?"
The Heavyarms pilot did his best to calm his lover down. "Little one, just go back to your seat. I'll be fine. You can check on 'Little Trowa' later tonight if you wish." Quatre's face relaxed. He turned back to Catherine. "You were lucky this time," he reminded her. "You'd better watch out, though, or next time..." he began cackling with his Zero-System style laughter before returning to the audience.
*****
Zechs Merquise took off his mask and stood in front of the portrait of his deceased father. He had finally regained the Sanc Kingdom and avenged his family's death, but his work was not yet done. "I've failed you," he began, addressing the painting. "Only Relena is fit to lead the Sanc Kingdom. My hands, they are too stained with blood," he lamented, holding them up before his face. Upon closer inspection however, he noticed that the spots on them were brown rather than red. 'Hey, this isn't blood,' he thought. 'It's chocolate. Anyway, there's no way that a chocolate-loving maniac like myself can run this country. All of the treasury funds would go to buying Godiva...Hm, note to self, hop into the Tallgeese on the way back to OZ HQ and pick up some more Godiva.'
*****
Lady Une was willing to play dirty with the rebels. "Hand over your Gundams. OZ has targeted the colonies." She had backed the pilots into a trap. Heero knew there was only one option available to him. He stepped out of Wing and pushed the self-detonation button, destroying his mech and sending himself flying toward the ground. At the same moment, as he watched the situation unfold, Quatre lurched forward in the seat of his Gundam, clutching his chest and feeling a tremendous pain welling up within him.
"Quatre, what's wrong? Is your spaceheart causing you to sense the pain that Heero's going through?" Duo asked.
"No it's not that. I've got a bad case of heartburn. I knew we shouldn't have stopped off at that fast food place on the way over here. You wouldn't happen to have any Mylanta with you, would you?"
*****
The tense battle raged on between Tallgeese and Heavyarms, as the fierce Antarctic winds whipped around the two giant machines. Zechs and Heero were deadlocked in combat, and neither seemed ready to give in. As the fighting continued, Zechs gained the upper hand, and was about to deal a deadly blow to Heero with his beam saber. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large airplane showed up and flew in between the two mechs. A young girl clad in pink with blond hair leaned out of the door, waving a piece of paper. "Heero, I have a letter for y-". Just then, everyone's favorite butler, who was also piloting the jet, spun it quickly to the left, the sudden shift throwing Relena off balance and out of the plane. She fell a hundred feet down, to her icy death. Pargan, now relieved of the royal pain known as Relena, let out a loud cheer. "Mission accomplished." For in truth, Pargan was the secret sixth Gundam pilot, who had come to Earth to assassinate Relena Peacecraft. He had finally acheived his goal after months of hard work and careful planning. Now he was off to celebrate. 'It's time to go pick up some chicks in the Sanc Kingdom. Watch out ladies, here I come!"
(Okay. Sorry about this one. I don't think the episode really ended like that. I can't seem to find my tape of it though, so I was writing from memory. I'm pretty sure that's what happened in it.)
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Believe it or not, I still have a few more up my sleeve. Or on my disk. Give me feedback- do you want to see more, or should I be dragged out into the streets and shot?
Thanks again to Qtpi123, living proof that little sisters can be useful for things other than target practice for your knife act.