Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or Final Fantasy Eight.
Author's Note: Well the adventure continues…Join us, as the wonderful…stuff continues… This story is co-authored by the way! Forgive me, for it being short! I've been busy!
Final Fantasy and Gundam Wing Vs. Chibi-ness
The Adventure continues…
"Ow!" she yelped while hopping on one foot. Before Duo could escape, Ryan grabbed hold of his braid. Dragging him, she plopped him onto the couch. "Everyone sit down, NOW!" The nine youngsters reluctantly obeyed. "Okay, Alex, count your crew."
"One
punk, two, three, four punks, five punks…one, two, three, four, five…uh oh. I
could have swore I had six when I came in here," Alex muttered to herself.
"What
did you say?" Alex gave her a sheepish grin.
"I
think I lost one? Oh well, one less rug rat to deal with."
"Don't
be mean," Ryan said before turning to count her own crew. "Oh no. HE'S gone,"
she quietly whispered, her voice filled with dredge.
"That
didn't sound good."
"Oh
no, where's he at!" Ryan said hysterically, while she searched under ever
pillow and chair. "We gotta find him, before he does something…"
"Who?"
Alex asked as she looked behind a curtain. The answer made her stomach knot.
"Heero
Yuy."
"Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap…."
Alex said as she re-doubled her efforts. "I think I know where my missing dude
went."
"Who
were you missing?" Ryan asked.
"Guess…just
guess.."
"Where's Sir Squallie?" a young
innocent voice asked. Ryan looked between Selphie and Alex.
"Squall? Squall is missing?! You
could have mentioned this earlier!!"
"Well I didn't think that we were in
any danger…now it's a completely different story!"
"Okay calm down…we need deeps
breaths…they're only five after all…only five…what harm can they do?" BOOM!
"You had to open your big mouth
didn't you?" Alex exclaimed as she ran to the smoke filled room, Ryan on her
heels. Alex squinted her cerulean blue eyes, while she tried to survey the
damage. "I'm glad you didn't come over to my place," she muttered.
"Oh my God! That wasn't here this
morning. My landlord is going to kill me…" Ryan said as she shook her head, as
the huge gapping whole in the far wall.
"There goes your deposit," Alex said
with a smirk. Ryan leveled a death glare at her. Two small voices floated in
their direction.
"That wasn't supposed to happen."
"Does it have a self-destruction
button?"
"Heero, what did you do?" Ryan
called as she stepped over the rubble that use to be her bedroom wall. A small
dark headed boy, ran out from a corner.
"It wadn't me," he said defensively.
"He did it!" he said and pointed to Squall who was walking out of the shadows.
"There's two of 'em! Which one is
which?" Alex asked, as she stared at the identical children. Squall and Heero
would have been twins, if it were not for the small scar on Squall's forehead,
and Heero's dark eyes. A loud groan echoed from the hole. "That's not good."
Ryan and Alex look at each other, before diving at the two children, they
tackled the boys and rolled safely away just as a huge red steel claw crashed
through what was left of the wall. Ryan sat up only to find, Heero with a choking
grip, was clinging to her neck. His Prussian blue eyes were as large as
saucers, when he turned to look at Squall, who was clinging likewise.
"Was that supposed to happen?" Heero
asked. Squall shock his head.
"No! Mean ol' Raggyrock!" he
whispered. Alex ran to the ship in awe, Squall was hanging on for dear life.
"Screw rush hour! Oh I'm taking this
thing out for a test drive…I bet it gets good gas mileage."
"It's mine!"
"Not until you can reach the
pedals," Alex said smartly. She watched, transfixed, as a panel slowly began to
lower, till it reached the floor. Squall released his grip on Alex, and jumped
to the ground. Trowa ran in, and attached himself to the free Alex.
"You forgot about me," he said as he
looked at her, with huge green puppy dog eyes, which were beginning to fill
with tears.
"Huh…oops! Sorry! Trowa! We'll be right back!" Alex said as she led a squirming Trowa toward the bathroom. Ryan turned her attention back to Squall just in time to see a ball of fur run and tackle him from behind him. Three puppy heads barked excitedly as one tail wagged happily.
