Disclaimer: Gah, what a terribly materialistic society we live in

Disclaimer: Gah, what a terribly materialistic society we live in! Gundam, Wing or otherwise, is an idea, a thought! You can't copyright a thought! I propose that we return to the time when stories were owned by everyone communally and anyone could tell them and elaborate on them! …however, until that time, suffice to say that Gundam wasn't my idea, nor am I going to make money off this story. Too bad, really. Incidentally, one really should be careful how much shoujo manga one reads in a single sitting. *griiiiiiiin*

Through Another's Eyes

"What's that on the screen?" Extra #1 asked, tracing the blinking light with his finger.

"It's a Gundam!" shouted Extra #2, launching enthusiastically into the first phrase they learned in basic training. "Call for Lady Une!"

"What's the problem?" asked a somewhat familiar feminine voice from behind them. The two nameless extras blinked at each other. It sounded almost like Une herself, but…. They turned around slowly.

The woman standing behind them looked very much like Lady Une, except that the Lady had never looked so… well, they hated to think this in conjunction with Lady Une, but… kawaii. The woman wore Une's uniform, but she had her hair tied in two pigtails on the sides of her head with fuzzy pink hairties holding them up. Her eyes seemed somehow larger than usual, and she blinked at them innocently from behind her glasses.

"What's wrong?" she asked brightly, her voice hitting octaves they never knew she was capable of.

"Lady…Une?" Extra #1 asked hesitantly. Perhaps there was some mistake?

"Yes?" she asked, not sounding the least bit impatient despite having her glasses on. There was definitely something wrong.

"There's a Gundam on the screen, and he appears to be destroying a whole fleet of Aries!" Extra #2 cried, panic beginning to rise as he noticed the significant decrease of Oz troops on the screen.

Lady Une's already unusually large eyes widened as she took in the situation. They began to fill with tears, and her lower lip quivered. "Those… those mean, awful pilots! I won't forgive them for this! I'm going to go get Treize-sama… he'll fix it!" So saying she spun around, began to run off, tripped over an invisible bump on the floor, and landed face-first. Blushing, she leapt to her feet and tore out of the room, knocking over a stack of papers and tearing a computer cord out of the wall on her way.

The two extras just looked at each other and sweatdropped. "I think I'm going to go see Treize myself," Extra #1 muttered, turning away from the extensive property damage. "Maybe he knows what's going on."

Extra #2 just sighed as he watched Extra #1 leave the room, carefully sidestepping the computer that had been dragged to the ground. "Next time I'm going to insist on being #1. #2 never gets to do anything." Sighing again, he began to pick up the papers.

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Extra #1 knocked gently on the door to Treize's meeting room. He waited nervously for admittance, bouncing up and down slightly on his heels as he glanced down the hallway. Being an extra was a dangerous job, after all- you never knew when a rouge Gundam pilot was going to come barreling through, shooting all minor characters without even giving them the benefit of a long, dramatic death scene. All in all, he was most relieved to hear a soft "Come in" and gratefully slipped behind the heavy door.

"Sir!" the extra saluted, even more nervous now, since he was in front of his boss. His very powerful boss who currently didn't appear to be in the best of moods.

"Yes, Corporal," Treize sighed. He was leaning against his desk, head in his hands as he massaged his temples. His face had an interesting look to it that Extra #1 couldn't quite identify- somewhere between amusement and irritation.

"Well, um, Sir," Extra #1 began haltingly. His hands, no longer at salute, were now nervously twisted together. How did you tell your commander that his most valuable assistant had turned into a klutzy, ditzy shoujo anime heroine? "You see, there was a Gundam attack earlier, and we called Lady Une to oversee our tactics. She was acting a bit… strange. Um, is everything alright?"

"Lady Une…" Treize sighed. "She's been having headaches recently, so I sent her to the doctor." He paused.

The extra waited impatiently. Surely there was more to it then that?

Treize grimaced. "He changed the prescription in her glasses."

~Owari