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Part 6 The Perfect Fan by Sinbad ************************* "What's happening to me?" Heero sat on a park bench in his newly acquired feminine form. He looked out into the cool night sky and fixated on the moon. He remembered nights on Earth during the war looking up at the sky. Things seemed hopeless at times, but there was always himself to believe in if no one else. He knew he could complete his missions or at least die trying. But now all seemed lost. He had tried several of the foremost scientists all who turned out to be lunatics. He burrowed through everything he could lay his hands on figuring he could decipher this enigma on his own. Unfortunately it was all for not. He spent nearly a month looking for answers only to find his nadir. He had run out of options and all seemed completely hopeless. There was nothing he could fathom that he could do to get back to his old life. He could never see his comrades, couldn't protect them, or more importantly, protect her. At least there he knew he could fight even if he was the only who was willing to die for the mission. And now he was looking into virgin skies that had yet to experience the violence and ignorance of his times. Moreover he was in a body that was nowhere near the conditioning that his former battle ragged physique held. He knew he couldn't destroy this body either because the former owner may one day find a way back to it. His only sliver of hope lay in someone else and in the meantime he could do nothing but wait. If he couldn't fight his way to the answer he would do as the sarariman do at the end of the day to forget their stresses; he would drink his troubles away. He walked downtown into a less than appealing looking establishment. He had admitted defeat for the first time in his life. This was the type of place a weakling like he deserved, he thought. He plopped his petite frame onto the stool in front of the bartender. The bar was relatively empty save for the bartender, the bouncer, and a couple of aging men propping themselves up in a booth pondering life's mysteries in a drunken stupor. Heero's now almond shaped doe eyes looked coldly at the bartender. "Give me a bottle of sake," he demanded. The bartender looked down to the girl in front of her who looked no older than fourteen. "Kid, I don't know who you think you are or where you are, but we only serve those of legal age here," she said in a laughing tone. Heero, needless to say, was in no mood for some bartender to tell him what he was going to do. Grabbing the bartender by the collar he replied in low, harsh, threatening manner, "Give me the damn drink." The bartender's manner changed from jovial to bordering on anger with the girl's last remark. "Ok, kid. You're starting to get on my nerves. Now get out before I have the bouncer escort you out." Heero pulled his gun out much to the surprise of the bartender. "You do and you'll both be tending to the angels." He motioned the bouncer over with his gun. "Get over here." He proceeded to tie them both up. He then eyed the drunks in the corner booth to see if they were going to be of any trouble. They were simply laughing at the events going on. The eldest and drunkest of the bunch raised his glass to Heero. "You go girl!" he giggled in a slur. "Don't let the man keep you down and especially not one with a woman's face! Be careful about that panda bear in the corner though. I think he's been munching on some steroid laced bamboo. He almost knocked me out earlier, but we showed him a thing or two. Just tickle his fur and give him some eucalyptus leaves." In a loud whisper he continued, "He's really a koala bear in disguise you know. Right boys?" The others mumbled an affirmative. One let out a loud hurrah before falling into his drink. The eldest gave Heero a wink before turning away and taking another swig of his beer. Comforted in the fact that his friends in the corner could do no harm, the soldier trapped in a girl's body helped himself to the liquor behind the counter. Apparently mixing drinks for Dr. J was also part of his training. About an hour or two later (as someone such as Heero takes a long time to get intoxicated despite being in another body) Heero was well on his way to forgetting his troubles. Quite frankly he was plastered. The drunks in the corner were already passed out by now and the two tied up had fallen asleep. Heero was all alone. "How dry I am… how dry I am," Heero sang in a drunken slur. He stared at himself in the mirror across from the stool he was propping himself on trying to gain focus on his feminine features. He raised his eyebrows a couple times admiring his image in the mirror. He blew a kiss to himself and giggled. "Hey good looking! What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" He noticed the image in the mirror mimicking him. In a lethargic drawl he muttered, "Hey what are you trying to make fun of me? Get up and fight like a woman!" He clumsily got up from the stool and moved towards the image. On his way to the mirror he slipped on some of the sake he had spilled earlier. "A wise guy aye? Trying to play tricks on me?" He wiped his face in Three Stooges' style. "Whoooo who who who who who who," he yelled out imitating Curly. Attempting to fight off the nonexistent agitator he walked around in circles while lying on the floor. He lied still on the floor for a few minutes staring into oblivion. He groggily turned to look out at the night sky his eyes glazed over. From behind the sliver of the moon he noticed a small object quickly approaching and ever so slightly increasing in size. As it drew near it started to take the form of a jet fighter. This appeared as no ordinary fighter for sure. Its structure was not nearly as sleek as of a normal fighter plane, though its speed far exceeded that of a space shuttle. He noticed now that it was headed straight for the bar! Ever closer it drew till quick as lightening it flew straight threw the glass. Heero braced himself and closed his eyes preparing for glass shards to come flying. No such thing happened though. It floated through like a nacho into cheese whiz. Heero withdrew his hands from his eyes. He could now clearly distinguish all the features of the fighter plane. It was a small Wing Gundam in jet mode! One thing more stood out about this jet. It was pink! And no, not just any pink – it was metallic hot pink! The jet fighter came to a smooth halt in mid-air and began to transform into a Gundam right before Heero's eyes. "Hello," spoke the Gundam solemnly. Heero could do nothing but stare in mute incomprehension. The Gundam came forward stopping just short in front of Heero. It bent down picking Heero up and sat him down onto a stool. "Who are you?" Heero finally managed to mutter. The Gundam looked on in silence for a few moments before replying in a gruff voice, "I'm Batman." "What?!" blurted out taken aback by the statement. Suddenly the Gundam started shaking before finally erupting into laughter. "Man, that's a priceless look! In all the years you've piloted me I've never seen you twitillate your face like that." The Gundam continued bellowing out laughter. "What are you?" Heero started, now in a drunken rage for being made such a fool. "Don't you recognize me? I'm Wing Gundam. Chibi Wing Gundam to be more specific. I'm the astroprojection of your Gundam! Just call me Chibi G. Not to be confused of course with Kenny G. I don't know a respectable sax player alive who'd admit any relation in style, name, or otherwise with him." "You're a sax player?" Heero responded still at a loss as to what was going on. "Sho' nuff. I can play "Donna Lee" quicker than the "Bird" himself. Anyhow I digress. How are you doing buddy 'ol pal? How's your new body treating ya?" Heero continued to eye the Gundam speaking before him with disbelief. He replied hesitantly but firmly in tone, "It's fine, but I'll be getting back to my old one soon enough. At least then I won't have to worry about bouncing mounds of lipid in my way or blood flowing out of me every so often. The bathroom lines are a pain, but I just push the rest of them out of my way." Heero smiled now back to his former giddy drunken state after recovering from the mild shock of a metallic hot pink Gundam. A chibi one at that! He didn't know what was going on, but he really didn't care. Besides the thing looked kind of cute. "So what's brings you here Chibi G?" Heero questioned merrily. "Well I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. I was hoping I might find some fembots, but they seem to be lacking in this age." "Oh. That's too bad. Why not join me for a drink!" "I'd be delighted!" ************************* |
