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.


Look! LOOK! Not only is it more La Femmes, it's a LONG chunk of La Femmes!! And I spent lotsa time writing today, so there's quite a bit built up on my hardrive still. ^_^

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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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Battle Chapter: Promise of the Thistle (Part One)



VID FIC TIME! Yeah, it's soooooooo corny but I jus' couldn't help it!! ^__^
The Song: 'I'm just a girl' by No Doubt. (WHOOOO! NO DOUBT ROCKS! WHOO! Asinine lawyers, I've already got the CD! I LOVE it! See, I'm practically advertising it! So :p) Hey, at least it's not Lady Marmalade… too cliché…

/Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand/

Kyla and Duo entered the casino, heading for the 'Dance Hall'. Really, it was just one big strip show. They couldn't help staring as they entered. It was huge, lavishly, if tackily decorated to give the semblance of a fine theatre. The illusion was betrayed by cigarette butts smashed into the delicate carpet and disarray everywhere, covered in a thick, sickeningly layer of smoke and the smell of alcohol.

Kyla watched the girls moving about the room apprehensively. More were on stage, putting on a show for a drunken crowd of men. Some moved between the tables, obviously designated as waitresses, but others were simply lap warmers and teasers.

"You were saying something about this being a pit of sex?" Duo croaked. His eyes were bulging. Never had he seen quite this much of- well- this- all in one place and all so crudely done that it almost repelled more than tantalized.

She shot him a look. "You're not thinking about what I think you're thinking, are you?"

"Huh? NO! No, never!" he protested, cheeks coloring a little.

"I understand, Duo, it's only natural, I guess…" she murmured, looking out at the sea of sleaze and filth. She shot him another quelling look. "So long as ALL you do is think about it."

"Yes, ma'am!" he saluted, nodding vigorously.

/Cuz I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh… I've had it up to here!/

"Alright… I'm going in…" Kyla said grimly. If they stood here too long it would ruin their chances.

"Kyla- babe-" he grabbed at her arm, making her turn towards him. His eyes held such worry and concern. Inwardly he was terrified. That someone would molest her, that they would hurt her, that they might sink to using drugs to seduce her, …that they would be found out. He searched her face, desperately not wanting to let her go. "Just… be careful. Please?"

She reached a tender hand up to brush his long and unruly bangs away from his face. "I promise, love," she kissed him softly. Before either could change their mind, she fled down into hell.

He watched her go, feeling empty. She had called him love… But what good was it if she didn't come back? Loud catcalls in the corner made him surface from his reverie. He could feel the old Duo Maxwell rise within him as he shifted from worrisome lover to jaunty Casanova. He straightened his clothes and with a rakish grin, walked down the stairs. "Mission Accepted… Shinigami is back from Hell…"

/The moment that I step outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
I can't do those little things
I hold so dear
Cuz it's all those little things
That I fear/

It took Kyla several moments to get her breath back in the hazy reek of stale cigarettes, unwashed bodies and alcohol everywhere. She stumbled only once and walked boldly forward, looking more confident than she felt. Confidence was the key. As she strolled between the close tables, she wanted to gag. Everywhere was mess, everything soiled, nothing clean. Raucous sounds filled the area, combining with everything else to make her want to fall to her knees and try to block it all out. She fought down the nausea and instead concentrated on focusing on the group. She had memorized pictures of the men they were looking for. Now all she had to do was find them.

Table to the front right, men in business suits, drinking heavily. Bingo.

/Cuz I'm just a girl
I'd rather not be
Cuz they won't let me drive late at night
I'm just a girl
Guess I'm some kind of freak
Cuz they all sit and stare with their eyes
I'm just a girl
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh… I've had it up to here
Oh… Am I making myself clear?

I'm just a girl…
I'm just a girl in the world…
That's all that you'll let me be!/

All eyes at the table swiveled to look at her as she approached, a wing in her hips and her shoulders back, head held high.

"Which one of you boys would like to offer me a seat?" she purred. Five chairs instantly pulled out to make laps available. She chose the man who looked most important, settling herself daintily in his arms, smiling charmingly. He grinned at her and his breath assaulted her. Suddenly she didn't know why she bothering to play the part- these louts were so drunk they'd probably bang a cat. She steeled herself however not to flinch as his hands started to roam over her. This was so not want she always dreamed fighting for peace would be.

/I'm just a girl
Living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worry some
I'm just a girl, What's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to
Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison/

It seemed an eternity that she sat on his lap, feeling more and more ill with each passing moment. But still she played the part, giggling coyly and seductively, letting her body be manhandled. It repulsed more than anything she'd felt in her entire life. Miserably, she doubted herself, her reason for being here. It seemed she'd sunk so low… she felt so light-headed… all she wanted to do was shove these gross beasts away from her and get out of this place. The heat, too, was getting to her. Some small part of her hallucinated… of warm arms wrapped around her waist to pull her closer and someone's cheek she had kissed that morning. 'Duo…' With a horrified start she realized the hot arms around her were those of a monster, who didn't care about her at all. The brightness in her eyes became tears. 'Duo…'

/Oh… I've had it up to!
Oh… I've had it up to!
Oh… I've had it up to…here…/


She blinked rapidly as brighter light pierced her eyes and her mind cleared. Where were they? They were out of the room, out of the Hellhole. But still the man's arms were about her waist, his lips sucking hungrily at her neck as they got into the elevator. So he lived in the hotel, did he? She could stand this. Again she steeled herself. She WOULD stand this. There was no room for error here. She do this and get out and then wash herself from head to foot, scrape away this slobbering wetness on her neck.

She cooed to him and tugged him out of the elevator to his room. The fool was so drunk he could barely walk. Again she fought down the revulsion, subtly urging him to get out his key. He was too drunk to do it himself and so she did it for him, pocketing the key without him noticing. She pushed him towards the bathroom to get changed, whispering in his ear that she would do so out here and be waiting for him.

The door closed. With a wordless cry she used the sheet from the bed to wipe off her neck. "Oh GROSS. How do real prostitutes DO this?!" she shuddered and went immediately to the laptop on the desk. A quick code breaker and she was in. "B-I-N-G-O and bingo was it's name-o!" she sang softly, finding the file already open. She popped in a disk and hit copy. Now all she had to do was wait.

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Downstairs, very few would recognize the games Duo Maxwell played. A recorder in his pocket caught every word as he charmed information out of the women wandering the floor. His good looks and smooth voice drew them in, away from the regulars who old and fat and ugly, and all too willing to hit a girl when she was already down.

He couldn't help glancing at the door. Kyla had disappeared and not come back yet. Of course, that was the plan, for him to be faithful lookout and watch her back while she did the hard part. But the worry was painful. If anything happened to her… he'd castrate the man who touched her. He already has his eyes on the brute who'd lead her out.

A flash of red hair crossed his vision and he looked up. Then he gaped. "ELEANOR!?"

The blond turned red head turned to him, her brown eyes blinking widely. She squinted in the dim light, dressed in what appeared to be typical get up for the area. "Duo?" she gasped.

Oh, ACK! Mercy! Shinigami protect! Duo picked his jaw off the floor. "Well. Fancy seeing you here. You do this regularly or are you just here trying to get noticed as Playbunny of the Month?"

She glared at him. "I," she said in her twanging Australian accent, "Am VERY highly respected around here. Men BEG for me."

"Yeah sure, pull the other one. Listen, El, sit down a moment," he said with a winning smile. She eyed him suspiciously but conceded. It had, afterall, been that grin that had made her want to get to know him in the first place. That and those nice long legs. "What can you tell me about big, bad and ugly over there?" he pointed to the table Kyla had gone to.

"Who, them? They're business guys," she cracked her gum. "They're, like, in here every day. Not much fun… one of 'em punched a girl in the eye last week."

'Kyla…' he thought with a gut wrenching pain. "What rooms are they in? How about the big guy who'se the boss?"

"HE came in here? No way, you must mean the other guy- He's on the fifth floor, 5102. The big guy never comes to places like this. He's real solitary, you know?"

"Thanks, El, I owe you one." He meant it, too. He did indeed owe her for this.

She eyed him suggestively. "You know… I could give you half price," she batted her long, fake lashes at him. "What would that little brunette tramp care?" she said, running a hand roughly into his hair.

Duo stood abruptly, anger on his face. "Don't ever talk about her like that," he hissed. "I don't ever want to see you again, got it? Not near me, and not near her. We are THROUGH Eleanor and that's that." He stalked away to the elevator. He could only hope he wouldn't be too late to help Kyla.

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"Just a minute…" Kyla called back towards the bathroom door. Her eyes pleaded with the computer. Stupid files- there were too many, it was taking too long! But she couldn't afford to let one slip through their fingers… The last file loaded onto the desk and she nearly whooped with delight. It was time to beat a hasty retreat! She grabbed the disk, shut down the laptop and dashed for the door and into the hallway, just as the idiot came out of the bathroom, to find his room empty.

In the hall she collided with something big and black. Before she could open her mouth to apologize she was swept up in a bone crushing hug. "Ky… I was so worried, did you get it all?" Duo pulled back to look at her.

Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she hastily brushed them away. "Yes, a whole disk's worth. Let's get the hell out of here."

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That evening, Duo watched her worriedly. She sat wrapped in a blanket, leaning against the large panes of the sliding glass doors that lead onto a minute balcony. Her hair swirled loose around her shoulders and she had scrubbed all the make up off her face. Actually, it looked worryingly to him as though she had scrubbed too hard all over. She had taken a long time in the shower and emerged bright pink, unwilling to speak to him about it. He was hurt as well… she had shied from his touch ever since that initial large hug.

In his mind reeled bits and pieces of news reports of rape victims… How they felt unclean and tried too hard to wash away the feeling, how they wouldn't let anyone close how- He shook his head and made up his mind. It was stupid to worry when he should just ask her and set his mind still, be the news good or bad.

"Hey," he sat down next to her.

"Hi," she sniffled quietly.

"Ky, be honest with me… did anything happen to you?" he asked softly.

Her eyes brimmed with tears again. "No. No, nothing. He touched me and he kissed me, that was all. But I still-" she bit her lower lip. "I can still feel him on my neck. I just can't get rid of it. And-" it was a stupid fear, she knew it was. But something in his eyes told her that she could tell him anything.

"Go ahead, babe," he reached down and took her hand in his, their fingers intertwining, his large ones with her small ones.

"I- It was just too damned close!" she said, eyes brimming again. "You know what could've happened to me? He could have raped me so easily… and I would've been almost helpless. And I was inviting him to, just by being there! How could I be so stupid!? How could I put myself in so much danger!?" her voice trembled with every sentence.

"Oh, Kyla…" his eyes seemed watery too, or was it just a trick of the fading light? He put an arm around her shoulders and she leaned in to sob into his chest. "You did what you thought you had to do. You did what you thought was right. It was a selfless act, a risk most people would be too afraid to take."

"But it wasn't bravery," she choked. "It was stupidity. It was ignorance. God- He barely touched me and I still feel manhandled- how do rape victims handle it?! How do they bear to feel this way over their whole bodies!?"

"I don't know," he said softly, hugging her again. "We can only hope to never find out."

She wiped her eyes and looked up into his face. Her voice quavered. "I don't want to fight a war anymore… They're dirty and ugly…" she bit her bottom lip. "But if I don't, who will?" she whispered.

"Sometimes life plays cruel jokes on us, heart of mine," he put a hand up to stroke her hair and she put her head down on his chest again. His heart was aching now. Hadn't that always been his reason for fighting? So no one else would have to? Now he COULDN'T fight and she was in his place. She who had become his reason for everything. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair; to have Fate mock him this cruelly and throw his reasons back in his face. Right now he felt helpless. The only thing he could do was try to help her stay away from the bottomless pit of depression war could bring. "Sometimes the Fates decide to mess with us, and then we have to try to pick up the pieces as best we can."

She snuggled into the crook of his neck, pulling the blanket over them both. "Thank you for being here, Duo…"

"I wouldn't be anywhere else right now," he kissed the top of her head. He held onto her quietly as she drifted into sleep in his arms, her breathing becoming even and regular. He kissed the top of her head again before laying his cheek against it. "I wouldn't be anywhere else…"

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Mm, yeah, ok, that kinda sucked. My opinion, anyway. *shrug* If you'd really like an in depth analysis of why I chose 'I'm just a girl' for Ky's forray into "Booze, Cards and Sex Alley" (took me ages to get that right), lemme know and I'll type it up and post on my website. Might be interesting, will be controversial, and I'm too lazy to get into it here.

Have fun, minna-chan, cuz I have less than w week before school starts again. *shudder* *wimper* But I don't WANT to get up early!! I wanna stay up late and write fics! *wail* *slump* I'll do my best though. Remember, there's all this neat exclusive stuff at Penname: Lady Lye (www.ladylye.50megs.com) so come see.

Here are the terms you may need... (not sure why I'm bothering at this point since Isa factors no where in it...)

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
muy hermoso- very beautiful
perra estúpida- stupid bitch
poque usted lo ama- because you love him
princesa- princess
un moron de mierda- a fucking moron (don't worry, I really do love you, Duo...)


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