Gundam Wing: La Femmes

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

(c)2001

Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.

Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found at the bottom of the chapter. This will include all previous phrases.

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Gundame: (pronunciation varies between gun-dum-eh and gun-dam-ay, but never gun-dame.) The mobile suits used by the five new girls. They are made of gundanium alloy but are coated with a newly developed substance making their shell even tougher than the gundams. Their pilots are known as the Dames.
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To: Ms. Kyla Addison
From: Duo Maxwell

Hey, babe, how's it going? Would you believe I've missed ya? I went into Sydney the other day. The damage is pretty bad there, but everyone's really cheerful about cleaning up. Someone even hauled out some DJs equipment and people were dancing in the streets. There was a girl there wearing a dress like yours in green. I still say yours is prettier. Best money I ever spent.

I bet Isabel has already asked you if this is from 'the dingbat'. If not, tell her she's losing her edge. I am NOT the dingbat. I am Shinigami. Tell her to translate THAT.

Sorry that this is going to be really short, but I want to send this as fast as I can and get a response back as soon as possible.

Keep fighting,

Duo

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To: Estelle Brownlow c/o Kyla Addison and Relena Darlian-Peacecraft
From the Desk of Quatre Raberba Winner

How are you? The house seems so much emptier with all of you gone. I can't believe how much I miss just knowing that you were around to talk to.

How has your sketching been? Have you chosen a piece to turn into a painting yet? You have great talent, Estelle, I would love to be able to see one.

I wish I had the time to write a longer letter, but the deadline is approaching.

Keep well, Estelle

Quatre

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To: Raisa Kobiak c/o Kyla Addison and Relena Peacecraft
From: Trowa Barton

I suppose you're surprised to get this. I managed to get the address from Duo, and so I sincerely hope this reaches you via Kyla.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about you ever since you left. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. Everything seems brighter and clearer now, like I can finally see after being blind for so long.

Please, please write back, I need to hear from you. To know if you really meant what happened on the doorstep. Please respond quickly.

Anxiously awaiting your response,

Trowa Barton

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Sank Kingdom, several days later. The girls chose once again to work outside. Relena typed on her laptop in a lawn chair, making light conversation with Estelle beside her, who was sketching the trees in the distance. Kyla examined a map of the area, searching for weaknesses that could be guarded against. Isabel looked over her shoulder and pointed out something Kyla hadn't noticed and she scribbled a note on the map. Raisa had papers spread on the grass around her. Piles to work on, piles that needed someone's input before they cold be worked on, piles that only needed approval, piles that didn't belong to her and piles that were complete. She carefully worked her way through the stacks, enjoying the sunshine as she worked. Andria spoke with an officer before joining them on the lawn.

"Guard's up and they're keeping satellite radar on everything for miles around the kingdom," she said, taking a chair next to Relena.

"That's good," Relena said, looking up briefly. "Thank you again, Andria. Thank you all. I don't think I could possibly be able to handle this much longer if it weren't for all of you."

"Hey, that's why we're here," Estelle shrugged. "To help you in any way we can so you can concentrate on what's really important."

"Andria are you sure they've got guards watching this place enough?" Kyla said sarcastically as she spotted soldiers through the trees.

"You know as well as I do that there are enough," Andria stuck her tongue out. "It isn't my fault that they're needed."

"Are you sure we should be outside though?" Relena asked, putting down her work.

"Relena, we've told you before," Andria said firmly. "We believe in keeping your sanity through this- stayin indoors all day working isn't good for anyone. We can handle any would-be attackers just as well out here as we could in there."

"So stop complaining and enjoy the sunshine!" Isabel agreed.

Relena smiled. "Thank you. You guys have made my life so much better."

"That's our JOB!" Raisa laughed.

"Stop thanking us! We want to do it!" Kyla agreed.

"Ms Relena?" someone approached from behind.

"Yes?" Relena accepted the items on the tray that the man carried. "They're letters," she said, puzzled. "For you guys-" she handed them out.

"Duo!" Kyla exclaimed when she saw the return address. She tore it open excitedly.

"For me?" Raisa's cheeks burned again. She opened her letter with shaking hands, unsure what to think.

Estelle smiled when she accepted the letter from Quatre. "Interesting," was all she said before reading it.

"No letters for us," Andria feigned a sigh.

"Hmph. If that stupid little Chinese Boy didn't have the sense to apologize, then good riddance to him," Isabel said huffily. Her heart ached a little though.

"Oh, you know you still like him," Andria said.

"Do not. He called me weak."

"Wufei calls everyone weak," Relena protested.

"He's- he's nothing more than a muy estupida hibrido," Isabel said indignantly. "I don't want to speak to him. I don't need him. He can wallow in his stupid ideas of right and wrong forever if he wants."

Andria and Relena looked at each other skeptically.

"Whatever you say, Isa," Andria said indulgently.

"We completely believe you," Relena returned to her laptop. Somehow, the two had become very good friends in a short amount of time. Perhaps it was the pain that had brought them together.

Kyla sprang up from where she had been sitting. "I'll be back later, ok?" she ran inside and to her room.

"Oh my…" Raisa stared at her letter, reading it again and again. Quickly, she also ran inside.

"Hm. Interesting," Andria commented. "What's your say?" she asked Estelle.

"None of your business," Estelle said tartly with a smile. She gathered up her things and also went inside. "See you all later."

"This is frustrating…" Andria muttered, sitting back in her chair. "Someone wake me when they decide to tell us what's happening.

Relena laughed. "I think they just got some very gushy letters."

"Probably from the dingbat and his friends…" Isabel muttered. She sighed and stretched. "We need to get out more, muchachas. Find ourselves some decent men."

"Sounds good to me," Andria said sadly.

Relena nodded, also sad.

Isabel shook her head. "Who'd have thought that this would happen? That boy just doesn't realize what he does to people… Come on, let's go hottie spotting."

"Hottie spotting?" Relena blinked.

"Ooh, yeah! Come on, Relena, it's fun!" Andria grabbed her hand. "We head into town and look for cute guys. It's exactly what we need to get over him! Let's go!" The three ran off to do so.
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Raisa smoothed out the letter, reading it yet again. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you ever since you left. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. Everything seems brighter and clearer now, like I can finally see after being blind for so long. Please, please write back, I need to hear from you. To know if you really meant what happened on the doorstep. Please respond quickly." Her heart was pouding. "Oh, Trowa…"



To: Trowa Barton c/o Quatre Winner
From: Raisa Kobiak

Of course I meant it… I hope you meant it when you said you would come. I can't wait to see you again. When we kissed, it felt like something alive.

I will continue to write for as long as you do.

-Raisa

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Kyla reverently placed the letter on her desk and pulled out her favorite stationary. She had bought it one day when they were in Sydney. Next to it was a picture of Duo she had snapped with an abandoned Polaroid that had only one shot left. She smiled at it and got out a pen to begin.



To: Duo Maxwell c/o Quatre Winner
From: Ms. Kyla Addison

I don't care what anyone else calls you- you are my Thanatos.




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If you want more idiotic GW:LaF adventures, go check out my Humorous fic back on my bio... I beleive it's called "GW:LaF characters rage in the author's head"

Plugging self: I also have some songfic type parodies out now... think "I'm too sexy for my gundam...", "Gundam no. 5" and "Bye, Bye, Ms Supid Pacifist Die" *grin*

Here are the terms you may need...

WARNING: I used the translator on www.dictionary.com http://www.dictionary.com for these. I don't expect them all to be good. I do hope they get the point across. If anyone knows of a better site to use or can give me some really excellent phrases for Isabel to say, let me know.

amante- lover
buen- good
cliente- hot
cosa caliente- hot thing
fresco como vienen- fresh as they come
hibrido- bastard
materia caliente- hot stuff
mi buen pequeño amigo que mira - my good looking little friend.
muchacha- girl
muchacho- boy
Muchacha del idiota- idiot girl
muy- very. as in muy caliente
perra estúpida- stupid bitch
un moron de mierda- a fucking moron (don't worry, I really do love you, Duo...)


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-Lady Lye