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.
Last post before school starts. T_T I hate the BOE... Don't get me started...
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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 Three)
A week later, Kyla sat in the storage room they had rented, atop her gundame. A piece of its hard shell was flipped up like the hood of a car and she glared down at the contents. Something had gotten stuck in the moving process and the leg wasn't working properly. Unfortunately- she couldn't see exactly what it was. She gave the Thistle's innards an assessing look and rocked back on her heels to reach a pair of small pliers.
Her escapade still haunted her dreams, but only at night now. With Duo's help, she was finding it easier and easier to face each new day. A warm feeling came over her and she smiled a little as she looked to see if the pliers were the ones she wanted. He was so good to her- better than she deserved, surely. He was always ready to lend a helping hand, or a smile, or his shoulder to her, his eyes always full of love for her. She sincerely hoped that hers reflected the love for him to see. He hadn't made a move on her in the entire week, proving himself honorable, but it was with a mischievous, grim satisfaction that she realized she may have to go out of her way to prove it to him when she was ready to return to the physical aspect of their relationship.
She carefully positioned the pliers around a piece of metal that was supposed to turn easily. She gripped them and pushed. No go. She frowned, readjusting her grip- this must be the problem area. She strained at it and it still would not budge, seemingly stuck fast. She tried again, rising up on her knees to give her extra hold and still it remained still.
"Why you stupid little piece of junk-" she muttered at it, giving it one more try. She ended up panting and decided it was time to go back to her tool kit for a bigger pair of pliers. She turned on the smooth surface and smiled. "Hey, Du."
"Hello yourself," he looked past her to the open piece of the Thistle's shell, his arms crossed as he stood on the stepladder, peering up. He hoisted himself up to look at what she'd been doing. "Problem?"
"Very. It won't turn- the part with the pliers-" she said as he came over to peer at it.
"Ah," he nodded. He reached in and lifted up another piece of metal. The part with the pliers swung around and a piece of shrapnel from the Sydney battle fell away. "Tada," he picked it up and put it in her open palm. "There's a little souvenir for you. You wanna head out? I was thinking we could go to that Indian place for dinner-"
Kyla swiveled again to face him and he stopped his descent down the ladder. "Duo… Why do I feel like you've been avoiding me?"
He looked hurt. "Avoiding you? When have I avoided you? I've been looking out for you this whole time."
She shook her head. "That's not what I mean. …I feel like… like you're avoiding touching me."
He looked at her solemnly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that you were so precious that I'm afraid not to."
"Are you afraid I'll flinch away?" she asked, a little bit of hurt for both of them in her eyes. He flinched. It was answer enough. She slid over on the slippery metal to take his face in her hands. "I will never, ever, shy away from your touch."
His hands trembled as they came up to brush her hair back and hold her face as well. "Ky…"
"Sh…" she leaned down to kiss him and he met her halfway. She let him pull her down onto the ladder beside him and wrapped her arms around his neck, delighting in the delicious feeling of his strong arms around her waist. All was right with the world once again.
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To: Dame Addison
From: Dame Kobiak
RE: L2
Text: How is mission progressing? Please check in regularly. We worry. Have you heard from the others? Will set up safe line to phone you and email when established.
Trowa says Hi. ^__^
Be safe, Addison. And your dingbat, too. ;)
-Kobiak
Kyla stared at the laptop screen and the email she had received. Her chest ached. She missed Raisa and the other girls. Her fingers wavered over the keyboard, debating a reply. With a sigh she closed the window. She didn't know what to say and wasn't sure she wanted to speak to anyone right now. Raisa asking after the other girls wasn't a good sign, however. Surely she, who was acting as their HQ in Sank and Europe, would be in contact with them all? Then why had she asked?
Still musing, she opened another window to sift through still more of the data she had taken from the hotel. Behind her she could hear the comforting sounds of Duo in the bathroom, singing. File after file opened and closed, each one both telling her more- and leaving her with still more questions. What were the bastards after?
One name appeared again and again. Jack Darwin. Curious, she searched and found his file. Obviously, he was the 'big guy' Duo's ex had told him about. Head of operations from L2, one of the only people in direct contact with Markiah. Taking a risk, she tapped into their network, more specifically, Darwin's files. Her eyes widened.
"He's a fucking spin doctor!" she exclaimed, millions of articles listing on the screen, everything from a lawsuit over a children's medicine, to an actor trying to cover his affair, to major politicians. Whatever it was, Darwin was all over it, covering it up, distorting it's public image, changing people's minds.
A memory flashed through her mind. Hanging out in Relena's office, Hilde had come in with Relena's mail. She asked if Relena wanted to reply again to a Jack Darwin; it was the thousandth letter he'd sent. Firmly, Relena had taken the envelope to reply to it personally, looking angry. When Andria asked, Relena's tight lipped reverie had broken enough to explain that she wasn't about to do business with someone whose job was to manipulate people's minds. She didn't want and didn't need it.
"Bastard…" Kyla muttered, skimming some of the articles. The man could make killing endangered baby harp seals sound righteous. And- an ad filled her screen, headlining his latest. "WHAT!? DUO!!!!"
"Woah- woah- Ky, what's wrong? You ok!?" he scrambled into the room, dripping wet, a towel clinging loosely around his waist.
"Look at this-" she pointed angrily at the screen.
/Work becoming taxing?
Not being treated right?
Feel you deserve better?
Times are changing.
When you're not getting what you deserve, it's time for a revolution. Revolutionize your free time by getting away from it all. Join the brave people of Eastern Europe for summer this year and make a world of difference to your mental health.
Edin, is your Eden.
Call your travel agent for details. /
"Edin is your Eden?!" Duo looked at it skeptically. "But they're recovering from their stupid war. How can they be advertising for tourism already?"
"It's a cheap ploy… What can they be thinking?" Kyla took the link and started surfing. Her eyes widened. "I don't think they're going to let people leave, Duo. Something I saw-" she frantically returned to the project files she had on disk. "They're upping their security in customs, keeping people in-" her fingers flew over the keyboard.
"Wait, what's that?" he pointed to a shipping bill. "They're importing some heavy loads of that herb…"
"That's no herb," Kyla frowned. "That's a highly refined version of marijuana. It alters people's perceptions so that they become confused easily, even after the effects have seemingly worn off. Worse- unlike marijuana- it's highly addictive." (AN: S'true. Marijuana's NOT addictive. Don't take my word for it- look it up, it's scientifically proven. The war on drugs just doesn't want you to know that- they're still going for the demonizing thing. GAH don't flame me! Go AWAY! I don't use the damn stuff! GERROF!! And as far as I know, this new thingy doesn't exist. Ain't it fun righting about the future? ^_____^)
"Looks highly suspicious to me," he murmured.
"Let's take a look at his next campaign-" she clicked again. Both gaped.
/RELENA PEACECRAFT A FAKE. DNA PROVES NOT REALLY PEACECRAFT.
Queen of the World? Does this con-artist deserve to rule anything, let alone Sank or the world? /
"Do you think it's true?" Duo asked, his voice hushed.
"Doesn't matter. The question is- will people believe it?" Kyla said grimly. "No doubt about it. We go in and shut this down before it leaks out. When we get home to Sank, we talk Relena. Until then, we don't mention it to anyone."
"Gotcha. So what do you wanna do? Quietly erase their files? Destroy all evidence? Just say the word," Duo cracked his knuckles, a part of him thrilling to be back in business.
"I was thinking more along the lines of kill Jack Darwin, but that's not too realistic, is it?" she said cheekily.
"Nah, we can probably squeeze that in," he grinned.
"Let's go with taking out the whole building. Want to help?"
"I'd love to. Scooch over?" he nudged her out of her chair and sat at the laptop, taking control and pulling up blueprints. "We need to plant explosives in key points, here, here and here… You're gonna want to do this when no one's likely to be there but they won't be on the lookout for anything like this… Now for REAL destruction we've got that bucket of bolts you call a gundam in the hanger- hey! Stop hitting me with that!"
"GundamE! GundamE! It's not a frigging gundam! It's BETTER." She thwaped him with a cushion for punctuation. (AN: Hey! Thwaped is a word you crappy spell checker! *grumble*)
"That's debatable, babe."
"Yeah and I'd win that argument. What are you, a war buff or something?" she looked at him quizzically, hugging the pillow she had hit him with. "You know everything about them, you think they're the coolest MS in the world and yet you swear you didn't do much more in the war than mechanics and junkyard duty on this very colony."
He shot her a sideways glance. How long could he keep it a secret? It would come out eventually, and at the rate he was headed, he was willing to bet that ten years from now he'd still be only a few feet from her. If he had it his way, there'd be a lot LESS than a few feet between them. Should he tell? She'd find out eventually. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that I've worked on gundams."
She gave a derisive snort, something dancing merrily in her eyes. "Like they'd let a dingbat like you work on one?"
"Hey! I was pretty good in my day! I-" he bit his tongue. 'I PILOTED one. I was the Great Destroyer, Shinigami, the God of Death. I helped win that war.'
"Yeah, yeah, save it," she teased. "Go dry yourself off, you're distracting in that little towel."
"Eh!?" he jumped, blushing. Then swallowed hard; she was looking at him in that way that would suddenly make only having that little towel a VERY awkward situation. "Maybe you've been working too hard," he poked back recklessly.
"Maybe I have," her voice a dropped to a husky purr. Oh boy. He beat a hasty retreat, the towel slipping off his behind just as he reached the sanctuary of the bathroom. "WHOO! NICE ass, Du-babe! Love it!"
"Oh screw you…" he muttered, cheeks going bright red. He quickly shut the door behind him, blocking out her laughter. Mmm this was getting hard… He'd have to do something about this whole 'not actually being married' thing.
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WHAHAHAHA! Let the merciless teasing of sexy bishies in small towels begin!! Viva la revolution!! WHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! (o.o that one looked weird)
Thanks to people who have corrected my crappy use of Spanish- I'm going to see about correcting my files asap, but- *sniffle* the evil thing known as public education is rearing it's ugly useless head again... *sniffle* When I see you all again, I'll be a true sophomore.
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...)
*hugs* to all my wonderful readers! You make my day brighter!
Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!!
But thank you for reading anyway :)
-Lady Lye
v~.^
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.
Last post before school starts. T_T I hate the BOE... Don't get me started...
________________________________
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 Three)
A week later, Kyla sat in the storage room they had rented, atop her gundame. A piece of its hard shell was flipped up like the hood of a car and she glared down at the contents. Something had gotten stuck in the moving process and the leg wasn't working properly. Unfortunately- she couldn't see exactly what it was. She gave the Thistle's innards an assessing look and rocked back on her heels to reach a pair of small pliers.
Her escapade still haunted her dreams, but only at night now. With Duo's help, she was finding it easier and easier to face each new day. A warm feeling came over her and she smiled a little as she looked to see if the pliers were the ones she wanted. He was so good to her- better than she deserved, surely. He was always ready to lend a helping hand, or a smile, or his shoulder to her, his eyes always full of love for her. She sincerely hoped that hers reflected the love for him to see. He hadn't made a move on her in the entire week, proving himself honorable, but it was with a mischievous, grim satisfaction that she realized she may have to go out of her way to prove it to him when she was ready to return to the physical aspect of their relationship.
She carefully positioned the pliers around a piece of metal that was supposed to turn easily. She gripped them and pushed. No go. She frowned, readjusting her grip- this must be the problem area. She strained at it and it still would not budge, seemingly stuck fast. She tried again, rising up on her knees to give her extra hold and still it remained still.
"Why you stupid little piece of junk-" she muttered at it, giving it one more try. She ended up panting and decided it was time to go back to her tool kit for a bigger pair of pliers. She turned on the smooth surface and smiled. "Hey, Du."
"Hello yourself," he looked past her to the open piece of the Thistle's shell, his arms crossed as he stood on the stepladder, peering up. He hoisted himself up to look at what she'd been doing. "Problem?"
"Very. It won't turn- the part with the pliers-" she said as he came over to peer at it.
"Ah," he nodded. He reached in and lifted up another piece of metal. The part with the pliers swung around and a piece of shrapnel from the Sydney battle fell away. "Tada," he picked it up and put it in her open palm. "There's a little souvenir for you. You wanna head out? I was thinking we could go to that Indian place for dinner-"
Kyla swiveled again to face him and he stopped his descent down the ladder. "Duo… Why do I feel like you've been avoiding me?"
He looked hurt. "Avoiding you? When have I avoided you? I've been looking out for you this whole time."
She shook her head. "That's not what I mean. …I feel like… like you're avoiding touching me."
He looked at her solemnly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that you were so precious that I'm afraid not to."
"Are you afraid I'll flinch away?" she asked, a little bit of hurt for both of them in her eyes. He flinched. It was answer enough. She slid over on the slippery metal to take his face in her hands. "I will never, ever, shy away from your touch."
His hands trembled as they came up to brush her hair back and hold her face as well. "Ky…"
"Sh…" she leaned down to kiss him and he met her halfway. She let him pull her down onto the ladder beside him and wrapped her arms around his neck, delighting in the delicious feeling of his strong arms around her waist. All was right with the world once again.
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To: Dame Addison
From: Dame Kobiak
RE: L2
Text: How is mission progressing? Please check in regularly. We worry. Have you heard from the others? Will set up safe line to phone you and email when established.
Trowa says Hi. ^__^
Be safe, Addison. And your dingbat, too. ;)
-Kobiak
Kyla stared at the laptop screen and the email she had received. Her chest ached. She missed Raisa and the other girls. Her fingers wavered over the keyboard, debating a reply. With a sigh she closed the window. She didn't know what to say and wasn't sure she wanted to speak to anyone right now. Raisa asking after the other girls wasn't a good sign, however. Surely she, who was acting as their HQ in Sank and Europe, would be in contact with them all? Then why had she asked?
Still musing, she opened another window to sift through still more of the data she had taken from the hotel. Behind her she could hear the comforting sounds of Duo in the bathroom, singing. File after file opened and closed, each one both telling her more- and leaving her with still more questions. What were the bastards after?
One name appeared again and again. Jack Darwin. Curious, she searched and found his file. Obviously, he was the 'big guy' Duo's ex had told him about. Head of operations from L2, one of the only people in direct contact with Markiah. Taking a risk, she tapped into their network, more specifically, Darwin's files. Her eyes widened.
"He's a fucking spin doctor!" she exclaimed, millions of articles listing on the screen, everything from a lawsuit over a children's medicine, to an actor trying to cover his affair, to major politicians. Whatever it was, Darwin was all over it, covering it up, distorting it's public image, changing people's minds.
A memory flashed through her mind. Hanging out in Relena's office, Hilde had come in with Relena's mail. She asked if Relena wanted to reply again to a Jack Darwin; it was the thousandth letter he'd sent. Firmly, Relena had taken the envelope to reply to it personally, looking angry. When Andria asked, Relena's tight lipped reverie had broken enough to explain that she wasn't about to do business with someone whose job was to manipulate people's minds. She didn't want and didn't need it.
"Bastard…" Kyla muttered, skimming some of the articles. The man could make killing endangered baby harp seals sound righteous. And- an ad filled her screen, headlining his latest. "WHAT!? DUO!!!!"
"Woah- woah- Ky, what's wrong? You ok!?" he scrambled into the room, dripping wet, a towel clinging loosely around his waist.
"Look at this-" she pointed angrily at the screen.
/Work becoming taxing?
Not being treated right?
Feel you deserve better?
Times are changing.
When you're not getting what you deserve, it's time for a revolution. Revolutionize your free time by getting away from it all. Join the brave people of Eastern Europe for summer this year and make a world of difference to your mental health.
Edin, is your Eden.
Call your travel agent for details. /
"Edin is your Eden?!" Duo looked at it skeptically. "But they're recovering from their stupid war. How can they be advertising for tourism already?"
"It's a cheap ploy… What can they be thinking?" Kyla took the link and started surfing. Her eyes widened. "I don't think they're going to let people leave, Duo. Something I saw-" she frantically returned to the project files she had on disk. "They're upping their security in customs, keeping people in-" her fingers flew over the keyboard.
"Wait, what's that?" he pointed to a shipping bill. "They're importing some heavy loads of that herb…"
"That's no herb," Kyla frowned. "That's a highly refined version of marijuana. It alters people's perceptions so that they become confused easily, even after the effects have seemingly worn off. Worse- unlike marijuana- it's highly addictive." (AN: S'true. Marijuana's NOT addictive. Don't take my word for it- look it up, it's scientifically proven. The war on drugs just doesn't want you to know that- they're still going for the demonizing thing. GAH don't flame me! Go AWAY! I don't use the damn stuff! GERROF!! And as far as I know, this new thingy doesn't exist. Ain't it fun righting about the future? ^_____^)
"Looks highly suspicious to me," he murmured.
"Let's take a look at his next campaign-" she clicked again. Both gaped.
/RELENA PEACECRAFT A FAKE. DNA PROVES NOT REALLY PEACECRAFT.
Queen of the World? Does this con-artist deserve to rule anything, let alone Sank or the world? /
"Do you think it's true?" Duo asked, his voice hushed.
"Doesn't matter. The question is- will people believe it?" Kyla said grimly. "No doubt about it. We go in and shut this down before it leaks out. When we get home to Sank, we talk Relena. Until then, we don't mention it to anyone."
"Gotcha. So what do you wanna do? Quietly erase their files? Destroy all evidence? Just say the word," Duo cracked his knuckles, a part of him thrilling to be back in business.
"I was thinking more along the lines of kill Jack Darwin, but that's not too realistic, is it?" she said cheekily.
"Nah, we can probably squeeze that in," he grinned.
"Let's go with taking out the whole building. Want to help?"
"I'd love to. Scooch over?" he nudged her out of her chair and sat at the laptop, taking control and pulling up blueprints. "We need to plant explosives in key points, here, here and here… You're gonna want to do this when no one's likely to be there but they won't be on the lookout for anything like this… Now for REAL destruction we've got that bucket of bolts you call a gundam in the hanger- hey! Stop hitting me with that!"
"GundamE! GundamE! It's not a frigging gundam! It's BETTER." She thwaped him with a cushion for punctuation. (AN: Hey! Thwaped is a word you crappy spell checker! *grumble*)
"That's debatable, babe."
"Yeah and I'd win that argument. What are you, a war buff or something?" she looked at him quizzically, hugging the pillow she had hit him with. "You know everything about them, you think they're the coolest MS in the world and yet you swear you didn't do much more in the war than mechanics and junkyard duty on this very colony."
He shot her a sideways glance. How long could he keep it a secret? It would come out eventually, and at the rate he was headed, he was willing to bet that ten years from now he'd still be only a few feet from her. If he had it his way, there'd be a lot LESS than a few feet between them. Should he tell? She'd find out eventually. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that I've worked on gundams."
She gave a derisive snort, something dancing merrily in her eyes. "Like they'd let a dingbat like you work on one?"
"Hey! I was pretty good in my day! I-" he bit his tongue. 'I PILOTED one. I was the Great Destroyer, Shinigami, the God of Death. I helped win that war.'
"Yeah, yeah, save it," she teased. "Go dry yourself off, you're distracting in that little towel."
"Eh!?" he jumped, blushing. Then swallowed hard; she was looking at him in that way that would suddenly make only having that little towel a VERY awkward situation. "Maybe you've been working too hard," he poked back recklessly.
"Maybe I have," her voice a dropped to a husky purr. Oh boy. He beat a hasty retreat, the towel slipping off his behind just as he reached the sanctuary of the bathroom. "WHOO! NICE ass, Du-babe! Love it!"
"Oh screw you…" he muttered, cheeks going bright red. He quickly shut the door behind him, blocking out her laughter. Mmm this was getting hard… He'd have to do something about this whole 'not actually being married' thing.
__________________________________
WHAHAHAHA! Let the merciless teasing of sexy bishies in small towels begin!! Viva la revolution!! WHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! (o.o that one looked weird)
Thanks to people who have corrected my crappy use of Spanish- I'm going to see about correcting my files asap, but- *sniffle* the evil thing known as public education is rearing it's ugly useless head again... *sniffle* When I see you all again, I'll be a true sophomore.
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...)
*hugs* to all my wonderful readers! You make my day brighter!
Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!!
But thank you for reading anyway :)
-Lady Lye
v~.^
