Disclaimer: Gundam's not mine, but I'm writing stories
about it anyway! Bwahahahaha! Ahem, and also, don't sue me, because I'm
not making any money off of this. Additional Disclaimers are placed at the bottom, so as not to spoil
the surprise, if there is any... ^_^
t_j: Well, just a little note: The setting may not make too much sense, but
just for now, Treize is dead, and he spends his time in the afterlife making
productions out of what he sees in the living world...::shrug:: Um, I guess you
can just go with it for now, at least? Onegai?
SillyShort16!!!: by tyrne_j
Treize sat back
in his box seat near the upper left portion of the theater, settling in for
another performance. The last night was
rather long, so this time he prepared. A snap of slender fingers, and a waiter appeared from the shadows behind
him, carrying a bottle of wine.
As the waiter
left, Treize smiled to himself, and flicked his fingers at the stage. Let the show begin...
A spotlight
shone on the stage, revealing Relena Dorlian, dressed for a party, her light
hair styled regally in an upswept do, with thin strands trickling down to her
shoulders. Treize gave an approving nod
to the elegant blue dress, still smiling.
Several violins
started playing in the background, and Relena started swaying slowly, as if
dancing. Her eyes closed, and she
opened her mouth to sing.
"Look at me,
I'm Sandra Dee - "
Treize
twitched. What the - ? He sat up, peering down at the stage. Relena moved her lips to form words, but the
voice and words that tumbled from her lips were not hers, not hers at all.
The spotlight
started to rotate, changing colors as it went, and four figures appeared behind
the Peacecraft heir, making motions behind her as she walked across the stage.
"Flouncing with
virginity..." Noin sang, her hands
clasped to her chest. She batted her eyes at Zechs, who walked on stage to hug
her from behind. Treize gagged, nearly tossing the whole glass over the
railing.
"Won't go to
bed 'til I'm legally wed - " Lady Une, his
very own Lady Une, held her hands behind her back, and hung her head shyly,
one foot tracing a pattern in the ground.
Dorothy
Catalonia put on a shocked look. "I
can't! - "
"I'm Sandra
Dee!" Sally Po curtseyed, just as
Relena made the same motion in front of her. The colors on the stage whirled from blue to pink to green to yellow to
blue again in an incessant pattern, and the six basked in the glow.
The wine glass
finally slipped from Treize Kushrenada's fingers, and he stared blankly at the
stage, aghast.
What is
going on? I did not arrange for this~
He didn't
notice when quick fingers caught the glass before it fell, and sit him back
into his chair, nor when the waiter came in to take away the rest of the wine.
Behind the
colonel, King Peacecraft chuckled softly and nodded toward Heero Yuy. "Enjoying
the show?"
"Yes,
greatly." The other man smiled. "but really, who does he think he is? I mean, he shouldn't be the only one who
gets the theater..."
End
t_j: This is sort of an inside joke - since I
took out the introduction to the Dolphin's Cry fic; I may put that up sometime,
the full version, with its intro and the story within, since it sounds like
I'll have to write about that in detail later...well, um, this story might need
some revision, but...oh, well...
Additional
Disclaimers: I don't own Grease. And I
don't know the rest of the words to that song, either...so don't bug me about
it...