WARNING: Bad fashion sense ahead. Don't continue if your mind's eye can't take the abuse.
::By Tyrne J::
On a Mission:
G-Boys band: Heero
I like my gun. It comes in very handy in stressful situations.
Duo says I must get stressed out a lot. But then again, I had to room with him for about a month.
Of course, no one needs to know that the gun's empty half the time, although I've found that I can load it fairly
quickly should the need arise.
"You're getting stressed again, Heero." Duo cast me a worried look. Actually, he was looking at the gun. How
thoughtful of him.
"We look stupid."
Duo sweatdropped. "Eheheh... Well, I didn't pick out the clothes..."
"Here you go, Duo." Quatre was picking out a tune on the piano, with Trowa looking over his shoulder.
"What's your range, Wufei?"
"... What?"
"He said he could dance; he didn't say anything about singing."
"I look like a weak pansy." Wufei picked at his feathered shirt with distaste. "Who bought these, Quatre?"
"What about you, Heero? Have you sung before?" The blonde was ignoring us.
"... Quatre?"
"Who bought these clothes?" Howard had only handed out the garments, looking only at the tags with our names on them.
Quatre was studying the piece of paper on the piano. "Well, um... " Then, he and Trowa shared glances and looked away. "Well..."
Stressful situation. /Click./ "Are you responsible for this?"
"IIE! Nonono! It wasn't us!" Quatre looked pale - or maybe it was the black skintight tank top he was wearing. "It
was - "
"Catherine and Quatre's sisters got word from Howard, and they went on a shopping spree." Trowa's expression hadn't
changed, but his eyes showed that he was in pain.
"That's RIIIGHT!" Catherine crowed, eyes sparkling. She had us lined up on a makeshift stage that afternoon. "Just
look at these beautiful bishounen! Don't they look /kawaii/?!"
We're Gundam pilots. We /are not/ "beautiful bishounen". GUNDAM PILOTS-
"First off, here's Chang Wufei - "
Wufei was growling something about "obnoxious onnas" -
" - and he looks just /hip/ with the black feathered shirt and leopard-stripe flare pants. Pose for us, Wufei!"
Did he know that crossing his arms and frowning only made the other girls sigh even more? Doubtful.
"And here's Quatre Raberba Winner - "
"Ehehe, hello, everyone!" He smiles a lot, too. Note to self: next time we're on a mission together, Quatre's
rooming with Duo.
" - And doesn't /he/ look /snazzy/ with his black midriff tank and jeans? Niice. And this sheer silver shirt completes
the outfit; Quatre's so /sexy!/"
He was blushing profusely now, and the girls giggled and sighed even more.
"Sweet, Quatre-baby!" Catherine had a dangerous sparkle in her eye; I've seen it in J's eyes too much to not notice
it.
She couldn't have been a part of this...
Could she?
"Next up, Trowa Barton!"
For once, I thought I heard an audible groan from O3's pilot.
"So /suave/, this young man is sporting a dashing green leather vest and long-sleeve orange turtleneck! And check out
the shorts, girls!"
The girls /ooh/-ed in unison. Never mind that Trowa was the tallest, Catherine had seen it fit to give him shorts.
Trowa was definitely not liking this.
"Down the line, here's Duo Maxwell! And we've done something special with him!"
He was muttering under his breath, but even muttering, he was still loud enough.
"Special? I agree with that. Hideous? That too. Man, whenever I get my hands on G, he's..."
/Does he ever shut up?!/
"Pose for us, Du-hon!" Catherine blew a kiss at him, and he immediately beamed at her, striking a pose.
"How's this, /Cathy/?" That smile looked familiar -
"Perfect, Du-hon!" The girl beamed back, then faced the crowd. "We decided to do something with his hair - "
"OOOH! DREADLOCKS!" The crowd was shrieking.\Stressful situation - \
" - And I see you've noticed. Du-hon, give us a twirl!"
He beamed even more, and spun around on one heel. Several tiny braids slapped at me and Trowa as Duo turned to face
the crowd again, still beaming.
I definitely knew that look.
"And we've completed his outfit with this /very sexy/ violet tank top and frayed jean shorts - isn't he great,
girls?"
"/YAYYY!!!/"
That look was the "All-my-enemies-will-fear-Shinigami-and-you're-my-enemy" look. He smiles like that whenever he
pilots Deathscythe - Shinigami, as he calls it, sometimes - in battle.
He smiles like that at Relena. And that's why I tolerate him.
"And now, last, but not least, of the /beautiful bishounen/, Heero Yuy!"
I repeat: We are /Gundam pilots/, NOT "beautiful bishounen" -
"Step forward, Hee-chan!"
And my name is NOT "Hee-chan" -
"Hee-chan?" I could hear Duo snickering beside me. If only Catherine hadn't confiscated my gun... Why was I here
again? Forget Relena - she would follow me anywhere -
Oh, yeah. That picture.
"Isn't he /hot/? A pink mesh shirt and shiny silver pants are just /perfect/ for Hee-chan, don't you think? And check
out the shoes! Platforms!"
"/KAWAII!/"
Stressfulsituationstressfulsituationmustfinishthemissionmustfinish-
"And as you all know, we're already in the process of finding more outfits for the boys!"
I want my gun.
To Be Continued...
t_j: ^_^* Ah, well, I had a decidedly rough time writing this ::rolls eyes at impromptu fashion sense:: Sorry it
took so long for these two installments to come out, by the way ^_^* In any case, please r+r, and thanks!
::By Tyrne J::
On a Mission:
G-Boys band: Heero
I like my gun. It comes in very handy in stressful situations.
Duo says I must get stressed out a lot. But then again, I had to room with him for about a month.
Of course, no one needs to know that the gun's empty half the time, although I've found that I can load it fairly
quickly should the need arise.
"You're getting stressed again, Heero." Duo cast me a worried look. Actually, he was looking at the gun. How
thoughtful of him.
"We look stupid."
Duo sweatdropped. "Eheheh... Well, I didn't pick out the clothes..."
"Here you go, Duo." Quatre was picking out a tune on the piano, with Trowa looking over his shoulder.
"What's your range, Wufei?"
"... What?"
"He said he could dance; he didn't say anything about singing."
"I look like a weak pansy." Wufei picked at his feathered shirt with distaste. "Who bought these, Quatre?"
"What about you, Heero? Have you sung before?" The blonde was ignoring us.
"... Quatre?"
"Who bought these clothes?" Howard had only handed out the garments, looking only at the tags with our names on them.
Quatre was studying the piece of paper on the piano. "Well, um... " Then, he and Trowa shared glances and looked away. "Well..."
Stressful situation. /Click./ "Are you responsible for this?"
"IIE! Nonono! It wasn't us!" Quatre looked pale - or maybe it was the black skintight tank top he was wearing. "It
was - "
"Catherine and Quatre's sisters got word from Howard, and they went on a shopping spree." Trowa's expression hadn't
changed, but his eyes showed that he was in pain.
"That's RIIIGHT!" Catherine crowed, eyes sparkling. She had us lined up on a makeshift stage that afternoon. "Just
look at these beautiful bishounen! Don't they look /kawaii/?!"
We're Gundam pilots. We /are not/ "beautiful bishounen". GUNDAM PILOTS-
"First off, here's Chang Wufei - "
Wufei was growling something about "obnoxious onnas" -
" - and he looks just /hip/ with the black feathered shirt and leopard-stripe flare pants. Pose for us, Wufei!"
Did he know that crossing his arms and frowning only made the other girls sigh even more? Doubtful.
"And here's Quatre Raberba Winner - "
"Ehehe, hello, everyone!" He smiles a lot, too. Note to self: next time we're on a mission together, Quatre's
rooming with Duo.
" - And doesn't /he/ look /snazzy/ with his black midriff tank and jeans? Niice. And this sheer silver shirt completes
the outfit; Quatre's so /sexy!/"
He was blushing profusely now, and the girls giggled and sighed even more.
"Sweet, Quatre-baby!" Catherine had a dangerous sparkle in her eye; I've seen it in J's eyes too much to not notice
it.
She couldn't have been a part of this...
Could she?
"Next up, Trowa Barton!"
For once, I thought I heard an audible groan from O3's pilot.
"So /suave/, this young man is sporting a dashing green leather vest and long-sleeve orange turtleneck! And check out
the shorts, girls!"
The girls /ooh/-ed in unison. Never mind that Trowa was the tallest, Catherine had seen it fit to give him shorts.
Trowa was definitely not liking this.
"Down the line, here's Duo Maxwell! And we've done something special with him!"
He was muttering under his breath, but even muttering, he was still loud enough.
"Special? I agree with that. Hideous? That too. Man, whenever I get my hands on G, he's..."
/Does he ever shut up?!/
"Pose for us, Du-hon!" Catherine blew a kiss at him, and he immediately beamed at her, striking a pose.
"How's this, /Cathy/?" That smile looked familiar -
"Perfect, Du-hon!" The girl beamed back, then faced the crowd. "We decided to do something with his hair - "
"OOOH! DREADLOCKS!" The crowd was shrieking.\Stressful situation - \
" - And I see you've noticed. Du-hon, give us a twirl!"
He beamed even more, and spun around on one heel. Several tiny braids slapped at me and Trowa as Duo turned to face
the crowd again, still beaming.
I definitely knew that look.
"And we've completed his outfit with this /very sexy/ violet tank top and frayed jean shorts - isn't he great,
girls?"
"/YAYYY!!!/"
That look was the "All-my-enemies-will-fear-Shinigami-and-you're-my-enemy" look. He smiles like that whenever he
pilots Deathscythe - Shinigami, as he calls it, sometimes - in battle.
He smiles like that at Relena. And that's why I tolerate him.
"And now, last, but not least, of the /beautiful bishounen/, Heero Yuy!"
I repeat: We are /Gundam pilots/, NOT "beautiful bishounen" -
"Step forward, Hee-chan!"
And my name is NOT "Hee-chan" -
"Hee-chan?" I could hear Duo snickering beside me. If only Catherine hadn't confiscated my gun... Why was I here
again? Forget Relena - she would follow me anywhere -
Oh, yeah. That picture.
"Isn't he /hot/? A pink mesh shirt and shiny silver pants are just /perfect/ for Hee-chan, don't you think? And check
out the shoes! Platforms!"
"/KAWAII!/"
Stressfulsituationstressfulsituationmustfinishthemissionmustfinish-
"And as you all know, we're already in the process of finding more outfits for the boys!"
I want my gun.
To Be Continued...
t_j: ^_^* Ah, well, I had a decidedly rough time writing this ::rolls eyes at impromptu fashion sense:: Sorry it
took so long for these two installments to come out, by the way ^_^* In any case, please r+r, and thanks!