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, this was another "pick some random
characters" bit, and it kind of is a sequel to SillyShort1. ^_^ r+r, please!
SillyShort17!!!: by tyrne_j
Zechs relaxed
his hold on the controls, sighing as he reached to rub a knot of tension in the
back of his neck. In front of him,
several viewscreens dimmed to darkness as the mobile suit powered down. He gazed in admiration at the dark console
in front of him, letting his hands linger on the keys as he pulled his fingers
away. There was no doubt about it; he
loved this machine.
"Ahh, the sweet
sighs of relief... Are you all right,
my dear Sandrock?..."
"Huh?" Zechs blinked several times and sat up,
waiting patiently as the entry hatch opened. A quiet voice was coming from right outside the cockpit, yet he knew
that it wasn't addressing him. "Sandrock?"
"But now you're
back with your beloved, right? Ah,
hello, Deathscythe! How are you and Duo
toda - " The light voice halted in
midsentence as the entry hatch opened even further, and Zechs suddenly felt
more than out-of-place as Quatre stared wide-eyed at him from the catwalk. Far to Zechs' left, the entrance to the
hangar opened, and Hilde walked in, carrying a cup of tea.
"Quatre,
welcome back! I brought out some...
some..." Hilde slowed to a stop as she
spotted Zechs stepping out of Deathscythe's cockpit, and the cup of tea
promptly tilted a little, sending the tea spilling to the floor. "Uh... you're... "
There was a
moment of silence as the three studied each other. Zechs shrugged a little, shifted nervously and Quatre and Hilde
gaped in shock, each looking as if to fall over. Finally, Quatre cleared his throat.
"So, you're
cheating on Sandrock, huh? Tell me, was
it Tallgeese or Epyon?" Sandrock's
pilot had gone unnervingly soft, and a gleam suddenly appeared the blonde's
eyes. "Or maybe, was it that Leo?" His fist clenched, and Quatre grinned
twistedly, one eye twitching.
Zechs stepped
back a little, then stopped as the Winner heir snapped out angrily, "Don't
move, you conniving little slut!"
Slut? Briefly, Zechs wondered what was wrong with the Gundam pilot, but the
thought fled his mind as soon as he noticed the rather large bazooka that
appeared on Quatre's shoulders within the space of a second. Instead, the thought was: Where did that
bazooka come from?
"Uh, Zechs
Marquis?" Hilde cleared her
throat. "I think you'd better run."
End1
"... Where did
that bazooka come from?"
Hilde
twitched. "Don't you get it? Quatre's gonna kill you!"
Click. Gleam. "Prepare to die,
Lightning Count."
"Gotta go. Bye." Zechs ran out the door, his cape miraculously avoiding getting caught as
the door slammed shut. Quatre grinned
evilly, turning his focus on Hilde.
"You spilled
the tea." Click.
"Don't you even
dare."
"Oh. Okay." The bazooka disappeared, and the two stared at each other for another
moment.
"Uh... call me
crazy, but - "
"What exactly
was Zech Marquis doing in Deathscythe's cockpit?"
"My question
exactly."
End2
"..."
Click. Gleam. "But he made Deathscythe
cheat on Sandrock! For that, he must
pay."
"Quatre... QUATRE! PUT THE BAZOOKA DOWN!!"
eND3
t_j:
^_^ Sorry, didn't know how to end this
- there was just so much I wanted to do to finish it, but... ::shrug:: oh, well... hope you enjoyed!
Additional
Disclaimers: Um... I don't own the
rights to bazookas or tea. Well, no
specific brands were mentioned, but I just thought to add that in anyway.