chapter3

mushy? yeah...it's like a romance thingie...well, not yet...almost there, tho. The girl is obviously made-up... just lying on my bed one night then it came up. don't blame me, blame my crazy head.

Bad fic. I am one pitiful person. I just felt the urge to share this ugly piece of writing.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own nothing except my own crazy self....oh yeah, i own Mizu.



The group was sitting around a table, Mizu had introduced herself formally, and was now explaining how she got there and why. "I have to stay in this world for a while, and when the time comes, I'll go back to my own world. Since the war here's over, I suppose I won't be much of a bother to you. Just help me find a place to stay in."

"And when, may I ask, *is* the 'time'," Wufei asked.

"I..." Mizu didn't know what to say, "I'm not really sure..."

"You said you know almost everything in this world," Quatre recalls. "How come?"

"Actually," Mizu explained, "quite a number of people know a lot about you guys. Because... how do I say this... your world is being... SHOWN AS A POPULAR TELEVISION SERIES!! Oh, how devastated you must be!" she promptly buries her face in her hands (obviously an influence of Fushigi Yuugi).

"WHAAT?!" everybody exclaims.

"Cartoons, actually. To be precise, the genre where Gundam Wing is a member of is called Anime."

A louder, higher-pitched 'what' came from her listeners.

"Reeeally?? You mean I'm a big TV star?" Duo swoons over himself. "I must be very popular, then!"

Sweatdropping, Mizu admits, "Sorry for giving you a super ego boost, Duo-san, but you *are* the most popular among the characters."

Duo lets out an egotistic laugh and marches off with overconfidence in himself.

"How come Duo's the most popular! This is injustice!" says you-know-who.

"I must say, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Wufei-san, but according to polls, you're the least popular among the five..." then she hides her head to dodge any flying attacks.

"WHAT?! The polls do me no justice!" and Wufei stomps away, ranting.

"I'm a mere cartoon character?" a pained voice was heard. "But... how can that be? I'm a real person!" It was Quatre, devastated by the fact that he's only animation. "Trowa-kun, do I look like a cartoon to you?" Before Trowa could answer, Quatre was talking out loud to himself, looking very much like a crazy fool. "No! I won't accept it! I am no drawing! Blablabla..." He, too, walks off, still talking to himself, much like a nutty princess we know of. Trowa runs after him, to try and comfort his friend.

Mizu sighed. "Won't anyone listen to me without overreacting?" Then she notices that Heero was still there. He was sitting at the far corner of the table: scowl, arms crossed over chest, and thinking very deeply. He stands up, walks up opposite of Mizu, then suddenly slams his palms on the table and in one swift action moves his face towards Mizu, their noses almost touching. Mizu stepped back a few paces in surprise. "I want to know more about your world," Heero said. Mizu, though taken aback, feebly nodded.






hm. predictable, ne? I told you it was bad. Criticisms, flames and death threats are highly expected. No fear, I won't bite.