Hello, this is the great, persevering Teresa! You see, even though I only got 18 reviews all
together for my last two stories and I know more people read them,
without any response…dirty, inconsiderate…okay, I'm calm. So anyways, I'm still putting out my
stories 'cause I just don't quit. Plus,
my never-ending supply of cranberry juice (made from concentrate with 100% of
my daily vitamin C needs, contains 27% juice, all natural, no colors or
preservatives added, very low sodium) supplied by my mom, who doesn't seem to
realize that I drink ungodly amounts of the stuff, has lots of high fructose
corn syrup in it, so I must somehow use that energy, and typing out this story
that I've had laying around for a real long time seems a lot more fun than…uh,
exercise. So, the premise for this
little spiel is that, in mine and Jade's little fantasy world, the Gundam
pilots all live together after the series ends, in Quatre's desert mansion. I know, it's ridiculous that all these
people would live together voluntarily, but that's why it's just so
silly and cool. Also, I don't really
know where the Maguanacs are. Maybe
they got sick of Quatre and left. I
don't know. And Quatre has a fraternal
twin sister (how, you may ask? They were created at almost exactly the same
time from the same parents, so they're basically twins) and her name is
Isanu. Isanu's best friend is some
royal-type named Driana, and that's about it.
Okay, on with the story. Please
read and review!!!
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In Times of Peace
Chapter 1
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"Hurry up, you're crushing me!" Driana hissed urgently at
the girl standing on her shoulders in the dark night outside of the
building. The other girl shushed her,
barely pausing from her task of patiently prying open the window she was raised
to.
"Patience Driana, I know what I'm doing." Isanu pulled the
last nail out of the frame and tossed it down into the grass.
"Maybe, but I doubt they'll stay asleep forever." Driana
grumbled. "And that's how long you're
taking. Why do we have to sneak in,
anyway? Can't we use the front door?"
"If you don't stop whining and shut up, they will
find us, and then we'll never get a close look at the Gundams. My brother said the other pilots don't let
anyone just look at them, so if we want to see them, I thought we should sneak
in." Isanu pulled open the window slowly so it wouldn't creak and proceeded to
climb into the opening. Once she had
pulled herself into the dark hallway, Isanu set her crowbar down carefully and
lowered the rope she was carrying down to Driana, who quickly climbed up to
join her. "We're in." Isanu gave Driana
a triumphant smile. Both girls slunk
quietly down the hallway and down the stairs.
"Explain to me why your brother doesn't have an alarm
system." Driana asked as they stopped at a metal door with a code lock.
"Well, he's just so trusting." Isanu shrugged. "Plus, this is the middle of the
desert. Most people don't even know
there is an oasis right here, much less a mansion. I bet those other guys made him get this lock." Isanu punched in
a few numbers and the door opened.
Driana gave Isanu a confused look.
"How'd you know the code?" Driana asked in a whisper.
"He's my twin brother.
I know him well. Too well."
Isanu paused, chuckling silently. "He
used our birthday." Driana shook her head, smiling.
"I've got to meet this guy." Driana suddenly stopped as she
saw them. The five largest mobile suits
she or Isanu had ever seen. "The
Gundams." Driana managed, her voice full of awe.
"I wonder which is Quatre's." Isanu spoke after they had
spent almost an hour looking over the Gundams, climbing into the cockpits and
examining them.
"They're very impressive." Driana commented. They spent quite some time admiring the Gundams
before Isanu grabbed Driana's arm and guided her upstairs. "Now what do we do?" Driana asked.
"Soon it should be sunrise, so we should make breakfast in
bed for Quatre." Isanu suggested as they left the Gundam storage enclosure,
being sure to close the door behind them.
"That way, he'll not be upset that we snuck into his mansion." Isanu
explained as they entered the kitchen.
"Don't the other pilots live here too, though?" Driana
considered. "Let's make enough food for
them too."
"Okay," Isanu pulled out some milk, eggs, and butter, "let's
make pancakes."
"I'll make some fruit salad." Driana began gathering various
fruits on one of the counters. She
turned on the kitchen light and both girls started working.
"I'm so happy to see Quatre again, it's been almost two
years." Isanu sighed happily as the
first rays of sunshine came into the kitchen.
"I'm glad you brought me." Driana put her finished salad on
the table and she began to set plates and glasses out. "I need a vacation, but I know I'll be in
big trouble with Sukon when I get back.
He'll be noticing I'm gone any minute now." Driana sighed. It was a
lot of work being the leader of Ashtar.
Of course, she was young for it, and was not technically in charge of
the Ashtarian people, but she could not have guessed her parents would be
assassinated. The mental trauma had
been so much that it had left a blank space in her life of five or so years
that she had permanently forgot. Now
she led a life full of politics and training.
When her friend Isanu had asked her if she wanted to go on vacation with
her, Driana had jumped at the chance.
She hadn't guessed she'd be breaking into a house and seeing the
Gundams, but Driana couldn't really say she was surprised. Time spent with Isanu was never
conventional.
"Driana, could you get out the orange juice and pour a glass
for Quatre? I'm almost done." Isanu
interrupted Driana's thoughts.
"Okay, and I'll find a tray to put all of this on." Driana grabbed the orange juice and poured a
glass before returning it to the refrigerator.
Then she spent some time searching for a suitable tray before she found
what she was looking for. Just then,
Driana froze, eyes wide, mouth agape. A
boy, about her age with long brown hair pulled back in a braid that went down
to his thighs was shuffling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes oblivious to
Isanu and Driana, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. He went straight for the refrigerator,
almost as though he was sleep walking, and began looking through it. Finally, he pulled out a carton of milk and
began drinking from it in huge gulps as Driana stood in frozen mortification.
"Driana, would—agh!" Isanu turned around and saw the boy,
screaming out in shock. The boy whirled
around, his braid whipping though the air as he dropped the milk in surprise.
"Who are you?!" Isanu and the boy asked each other at the
same time.
"Duo Maxwell, I live here!" came the boy's defensive
reply. "And last time I checked, no
chicks lived here." He had now spotted Driana as well. "What's going on?"
"I'm Isanu Winner, and I have every right to be
here!" Isanu shot back. "I'm visiting
my brother Quatre! So don't call me a chick! And get some clothes on!" Duo flushed deep
red and coughed nervously. He looked at
the girl across the kitchen.
"Ah, who are you?" he asked, in a decidedly meeker tone.
"I'm Driana Allaruse, Isanu's best friend." Driana replied.
"Okay, well," Duo backed out of the kitchen, "I'll just go get
dressed now." Once he was gone, Driana looked up from where she had moved to
mop up the milk with a kitchen towel and burst into laughter.
"Poor guy," Driana giggled, "I think you caught him a bit
off guard, Isanu."
"Hmph." Isanu finished the tray. "Let's go see Quatre."
"Okay then." Driana left the towel in the sink, washed her
hands, and followed Isanu out of the kitchen and up the stairs. "Where's his room?" She asked.
"Let's find out." Isanu knocked on the first door.
"Fuck off, Duo!" came an angry, masculine voice. "I told you to stop waking me up, you
idiot!"
"Nope, that's not Quatre." Isanu's eyebrows rose
slightly. She knocked on the next door
as Driana suppressed a laugh.
"What?" came the voice as the door opened. Duo poked his head out, spotting the girls
with the tray of food. He shot a
winning smile at Isanu, "For me, baby?
You shouldn't have." He winked at the girls as Isanu turned an angry
shade of red.
"Where's Quatre's room?" Driana stepped between Duo and her
enraged friend.
"Two doors down, girls." He pointed. As they walked past, Isanu jumped slightly,
shaking the contents of the tray.
"You bastard!" Isanu exclaimed as she turned to glare at
Duo, but he had shut his door. She
looked at Driana instead. "He grabbed
my butt!" she explained indignantly.
Driana snickered and motioned for them to keep walking. When they reached Quatre's door, Driana
knocked.
"Huh? Who's there?"
came a soft voice.
"Quatre!" Isanu almost jumped up happily, but remembered her
tray. "Quatre, it's Isanu!"
"Isanu?" the voice sounded happy, "Come in, come in!" Driana
opened the door for her friend and watched as Isanu set the tray down, ran in,
and tackled Quatre where he was sitting up in his bed. Driana observed that Isanu did not look a lot
like her brother. His hair and was
blonde, and Isanu's own short hair was black as a midnight sky. Isanu had big green eyes while Quatre's were
even bigger and were an aqua blue-green.
His face was very honest and open; hers was more intelligent and mischievous. For all their differences, the two appeared
to get along well, though.
"Isanu, I haven't seen you in so long." He was saying.
"I know Quatre, I wanted to surprise you!" Isanu
laughed. "Oh, you have to meet
Driana. And we made breakfast. Driana, could you bring the tray in?" Isanu
turned away from her brother to address her friend. Driana obligingly brought the tray in.
"Driana?" Quatre asked his sister. She pointed to her companion, who was setting the tray in
Quatre's lap.
"Driana Allaruse, my best friend." Isanu explained, "Meet
Quatre, my brother." The two shook hands as Quatre looked Driana over. She was about 5'5", a little shorter than
him. Her blood red hair flowed down
freely to her knees. She had a delicate
build, but the grip of her soft hand in his was firm. Her face was young and smooth, but her bright violet eyes told of
wisdom beyond her years. Her full, pink
lips were set in an amused smirk.
"Driana Allaruse." Quatre pondered the name. "You are the ruler of the nation of Ashtar,
aren't you?"
"I guess so, but for a leader, it seems like there are an
awful lot of people telling me what to do all the time." Driana answered. Quatre and Isanu laughed. "I'm supposed to be in Ashtar now, but I
wanted a vacation, so I snuck off with your sister."
"I'm glad you two are here." Quatre said. "Later, I'll introduce you to my
friends. You'll get along great." He
began to eat his breakfast as Isanu and Driana choked down laughter.
"I don't know about that, brother." Isanu quirked a dark
eyebrow. "We'll just see."
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"Guess what everyone, we have guests!" Quatre
enthusiastically informed the other four Gundam pilots who were busily eating
as much as they could as fast as they could manage. Heero didn't even look up.
Wufei offered them a two-fingered wave before returning to his
food. Trowa grunted and nodded at them,
watching them while he ate as though he were studying them carefully. Duo smiled broadly and winked at Isanu. Quatre's sister promptly walked up to Duo
and slapped the surprised boy across the face.
"Oh man Quatre, your sister's got a mean slap." Duo rubbed
his jaw tenderly.
"Isanu! Why did you
hit Duo?" Quatre's eyes widened in surprise.
"Serves him right, can't keep his hands to himself." Isanu
crossed her arms in satisfaction.
Quatre looked at Duo in obvious bewilderment.
"Oh, ah, I met your sister and her friend earlier." Duo
explained.
"And he grabbed my butt!" Isanu finished.
"If it's any consolation, you've got a really nice ass." Duo
smiled wickedly at her and Wufei choked on his food while Trowa simply raised
his eyebrows and glanced momentarily at Duo.
Heero snickered maliciously and finally looked up from his food. Quatre's face was now deep red with
embarrassment, but Isanu's was almost purple with rage. Driana, who was immediately behind Quatre,
rushed the red-faced boy out of the room.
"If that got you embarrassed, I have to get you out of there
before Mount Isanu erupts." Driana explained before rushing back into the
kitchen, hoping to calm Isanu down before she got out of hand.
"What in the hell is wrong with you, you hormone-crazed,
sick fuck?!" Isanu screamed. Too
late, thought Driana. "Is sex all
you ever think about?! Well guess
what! Going around in your black silk boxers,
grabbing girls asses does NOT get you sex!
You are nothing but a hormonally imbalanced pervert and I hope for the
sake of girls everywhere that you gain some maturity, you sleaze!" Isanu
stormed out of the room. Driana laughed
nervously.
"Sorry about that.
She gets a little…overexcited." Driana apologized before returning to
Quatre in the other room.
"You gotta love a girl with a spirit like that." Duo
smirked. He noticed that the other
three boys were staring at him silently.
"What?" he shrugged innocently and they all returned to their food.
*****
***The End (Of Part 1 That Is)***
