Gundam Wing: La Femmes
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
(c)2001
Battle Chapter: The Perfect Heart (Part Two)
aka Chp 42
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.
Here 'tis, what you've all been waiting for... ________________________________
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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"Dagan?" A woman's voice said. Heero turned to find a tall woman who appeared to be a cross of Indian and African bloods. "Who is this?"
Another loud explosion from the base caught everyone's attention.
"No time- we need to get out of here," Heero ordered.
"The bikes are nearby," Andria replied. "Dagan, you coming?"
"We've got transport of our own, little sister," Dagan grinned wolfishly. "Wynne?"
"Alright everyone, head for the trucks, we're making tracks here," the tall, dark woman shouted, commanding attention and obedience. The other people there ran into the bushes. "Way ahead of you," she smiled warmly at Dagan.
Andria blinked. The look that passed between them- was it-?
"We don't have time to stare," Heero grabbed her arm. "Hurry up," he pulled her in the other direction to the motorbikes they had stashed in the bush. They mounted quickly and were on the road immediately, circling back to meet up with the large trucks being driven by Dagan and this woman.
'Who is she?' Stray thoughts ran unbidden through her mind as they flew down the makeshift highway. 'Dagan… the last I saw you, I was almost too little to remember your face…'
Heero spared her a glance from the road. He frowned in concern. Distraction was a danger to all of them. But he couldn't deny that there was something to think about. This Dagan… what sort of man was he?
Andria stared into the fire, ignoring the people around her. Dark had long since fallen, and the fires placed around the camp were the only things to light this bare clearing in the grass of the savanna. In the tent behind her was her bag and all she had brought here with her. She didn't bother to shift her weight on the hard rock, despite what it was doing for her circulation. Slowly she started to rub her chilly arms as she stared unseeing into the flames.
They had returned to camp with Dagan, who had insisted they move their things here. Heero had agreed it would be less suspicious if no one knew where they were, and before Andria knew it, she was surrounded by good folk who liked to smile and knew the meaning of good work. There were times when she looked at them and couldn't tell these people were fighting a war. There were others when it was all too clear. It was a revolution.
Sudden weight across her shoulders made her look up, startled. Heero settled the blanket and handed her a plate of food, taking a seat next to her with a plate of his own.
"Hey," he said quietly. "You should know it gets cold here after the sun goes down."
"I do," she wiped her eyes free of the little moisture that had gathered there as she stared at the fire. She looked down at the food on her plate and her eyes lit with delight. "Curry!"
"Is that what it is?" Heero asked dryly, still not sure whether it was safe to try or not.
Someone's chuckle made them both look up. "The first time you ever tasted curry was when you were three," Dagan took a seat on a tree log next to them, speaking directly to his little sister. "You loved it so much, you snuck into the kitchen after dinner, found the curry powder and tried to eat it straight from the jar."
Andria's jaw dropped. "Gag! That must have been AWFUL…"
"It was," her brother laughed. "You dropped the jar and it broke- Mother was scrubbing yellow out of the floor for weeks and it was never the same."
Heero poked at the sticky mass of- well- yellow- on his plate. "What does this taste like?"
"It's good!" Andria picked up a forkful. "If you've never had it before, then you should probably have some water near- by-" she and Dagan stared at him as he took a large bite.
'If you're going to try it, really get a taste for it,' he had always been taught… Heero's eyes widened. He stopped chewing.
"H-Heero?" Andria didn't miss the watering in his eyes.
"GAH!" Heero jumped to his feet and raced for the table half way across the camp and demanded a glass of water from the woman standing at it. He swallowed it down in one go and took another to rinse his mouth out. That was SPICY! He swore and wiped his mouth off, and slowly became aware of the laughter. Every African in the camp was laughing at him. Shamefaced, he returned to Andria and Dagan.
Andria was trying desperately to hide her laughter. "I'm sorry, Heero- I tried to warn you," she giggled.
Dagan looked vastly amused. "Andry, your friend doesn't seem to like it very much."
"Oh, be quiet, Dagan," she stuck her tongue out at him. Heero managed to frown a little as he continued to swallow to wash his mouth out. Had he detected a slight accent there? One that very nearly matched Dagan's and the other people here?
"Dagan, are you trying to poison our guests?" The tall, dark woman said sternly but playfully, coming to sit beside Dagan.
"Wynne, I want you to meet my little sister, Andria," Dagan smiled at her. "Andria, this is Princess Wynne Amanth. Her kingdom was usurped and we're fighting to help her regain control."
"I've heard of you!" Andria gasped, shaking Wynne's hand. "You were on the telly last night!"
Telly? Heero gave Andria an odd look. Yes, there was a pronounced accent coming into her speech that had absolutely not been there before.
Wynne smiled at the younger girl. "I've heard a lot about you, too. Sometimes Dagan gets very wrapped up in telling me about his childhood," her black eyes danced with amusement and Dagan blushed.
He coughed. "Um, Andry- who's your friend? We weren't properly introduced."
"Heero Yuy," he said before Andria could cut in.
Both Dagan and Wynne grew very serious and seemed to reassess this young man at their campfire. Wynne scrutinized his features, "Yes," she murmured. "You certainly are, aren't you?"
Andry looked between them in confusion. Was she missing something here? "Highness, uh-"
"Call me Wynne," she relaxed and smiled at her.
Andria smiled back shakily. "Wynne, how did you come by curry? Isn't it expensive?"
"Not to treat my little sister who showed up out of the blue when I thought she'd been lost to the wilds," Dagan said smugly.
"And what about YOU? I thought you must've- must've-" she choked on the words. 'gone the way of Mom and Dad'…
Dagan grew serious. Her rubbed Wynne's back as he stood. "Come on, Andry. I think we need to talk." He lead her away from the fire to another place to sit and talk in private.
Wynne sighed and watched them go, concerned. She turned back to Heero and arched an eyebrow at the glaring frown on his face. "Alright, let's be frank with one another, Mr. Yuy."
"Princess," he replied formally.
"You're a Gundam pilot, yes?"
"Hn."
She nodded. "You can only be the now legendary Heero Yuy. You fit the description perfectly."
"Just as you can only be the daughter of Kyria Amanth," he growled.
Wynne flinched visibly. Her mother… "I'm sorry," she apologized. "We've started badly, haven't we?"
He only stared at her in the same icy way.
"Please, Mr. Yuy, it's wrong of me to ask this- but- why are you here?" Her dark skin made her eyes appear luminescent in the flickering light.
"To protect Andria," was his immediate response. He thought about the words only after they had left his mouth. He really was, wasn't he? He was here to help her in this insane mission she had dreamt up so that she could get home quicker and be safe. "The man who's usurped your throne- he's in league with Markiah, isn't he?"
"He is," she blinked at him in surprise. "That bastard's been giving him help- helped him take my place and is helping him stay there."
"Then we share a common enemy."
"We do."
Silence stretched between them.
"When do we start?"
"Now."
Dagan lead his little sister on a walk through the camp, showing her around while they talked quietly.
Andria drew in a deep breath and stopped, wanting to look him in the face. "Dagan, what happened to Mom and Dad?"
He wouldn't look at her for a few minutes. "You were too little to remember, weren't you? How old were you, three?"
"Four."
"Close enough. Mom and Dad were scientists, you remember that, don't you?"
She nodded. "They studied plants, didn't they?"
"They went off on these trips into the Serengeti and they took us with them… but- I don't know- something happened. The party was attacked and you and I were still at the camp while they were out. Then I lost you in the melee… I was so scared, Andry. Those men… they were raiders or rebels or something. They didn't care that we were just kids. Next thing I knew, one of Mom's friends had yanked me onto a truck and we were driving away and they wouldn't turn back to find you. They wouldn't listen to me, and trucks were still driving away so I hoped maybe you were on one."
Andria studied the sand at their feet. "I remember," she said quietly. "One of them shoved me into the bushes and told me to keep quiet, so I did. That was the most terrifying night of my life. I've had nightmares about it," tears slipped into her eyes and she wiped them away. "What happened to you?" She fought the rest of the memories, tried to suppress them. They were worse.
"We went back to the town but you weren't there. I thought you were dead, Andry." He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "You're my little sister…"
She squeezed back. "I'm glad you had it so easy then."
"Why? What happened?"
She shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."
"They never found Mom and Dad, you know," he said quietly.
"They didn't… I did…" she murmured.
"What?" his green eyes widened. "Oh, Andry,"
He let her cry into his shoulder, releasing at last the horror of a four-year-old child who had wandered the hot, dry grasses for days before coming upon the corpses of her parents. A foreign wetness fell onto her cheek and she looked up to find that he was crying as well.
"Life hasn't been kind to us, has it?" she whispered hoarsely.
"But it's given us the gift of finding one another," he tried to sound hopeful. "Come- tell me what you've been doing?"
"Can't." she pulled away, wiping her eyes on her sleeves. "Classified."
He arched an eyebrow at her. "Don't you try to give me that cheek. You know plenty of dangerous information about me."
"What, that you're assisting 'rebels' and having some kind of affair with the rightful princess?" Andria shot him a Look. "Yes, I can see the way you look at each other. Is it serious or what?"
"Wynne is my soulmate, Andry," he told her solemnly. "The first time a saw her I knew I had to talk to her, get to know her. Now I don't know how I ever managed to live without her. I love her."
"And she loves you back," it wasn't really a statement or a question. Andria's eyes drifted across the camp to where she could see Wynne and Heero talking still.
"Mm, yes, this Heero of yours… tell me about him," Dagan said, a teasing lilt in his voice.
"What about Heero?" Andria squeaked. "He's- well- he's Heero. There's not much else to say."
"Is he your boyfriend, then?"
Andria fell silent, staring across the area thrown into highlighted relief, orange on black, flickering in the light of the flames, at the boy who had followed her all the way into the wilderness. "He was…"
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GOMEN on lack of posting (thanks for all the compliments, Gin, I LOVE being called evil- you should KNOW that! ~_^) but life has this uncanny ability to become a problem right when you least want it to. So- GOMEN!!!!!!! Ooh and here's somethin' new to try...
Three La Femmes Java Puzzles! Put the image together- let me know your high scores (and what peice shape you were using) via email and I'll put together a list of the best! http://www.jigzone.com/ms/g.php?ua=172787a49858
THANK YOU everyone for your awesome support down this long and twisted road... It is GREATLY appreciated.
Love it? Hate it? Lemme know!
-Lady
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
(c)2001
Battle Chapter: The Perfect Heart (Part Two)
aka Chp 42
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.
Here 'tis, what you've all been waiting for... ________________________________
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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"Dagan?" A woman's voice said. Heero turned to find a tall woman who appeared to be a cross of Indian and African bloods. "Who is this?"
Another loud explosion from the base caught everyone's attention.
"No time- we need to get out of here," Heero ordered.
"The bikes are nearby," Andria replied. "Dagan, you coming?"
"We've got transport of our own, little sister," Dagan grinned wolfishly. "Wynne?"
"Alright everyone, head for the trucks, we're making tracks here," the tall, dark woman shouted, commanding attention and obedience. The other people there ran into the bushes. "Way ahead of you," she smiled warmly at Dagan.
Andria blinked. The look that passed between them- was it-?
"We don't have time to stare," Heero grabbed her arm. "Hurry up," he pulled her in the other direction to the motorbikes they had stashed in the bush. They mounted quickly and were on the road immediately, circling back to meet up with the large trucks being driven by Dagan and this woman.
'Who is she?' Stray thoughts ran unbidden through her mind as they flew down the makeshift highway. 'Dagan… the last I saw you, I was almost too little to remember your face…'
Heero spared her a glance from the road. He frowned in concern. Distraction was a danger to all of them. But he couldn't deny that there was something to think about. This Dagan… what sort of man was he?
Andria stared into the fire, ignoring the people around her. Dark had long since fallen, and the fires placed around the camp were the only things to light this bare clearing in the grass of the savanna. In the tent behind her was her bag and all she had brought here with her. She didn't bother to shift her weight on the hard rock, despite what it was doing for her circulation. Slowly she started to rub her chilly arms as she stared unseeing into the flames.
They had returned to camp with Dagan, who had insisted they move their things here. Heero had agreed it would be less suspicious if no one knew where they were, and before Andria knew it, she was surrounded by good folk who liked to smile and knew the meaning of good work. There were times when she looked at them and couldn't tell these people were fighting a war. There were others when it was all too clear. It was a revolution.
Sudden weight across her shoulders made her look up, startled. Heero settled the blanket and handed her a plate of food, taking a seat next to her with a plate of his own.
"Hey," he said quietly. "You should know it gets cold here after the sun goes down."
"I do," she wiped her eyes free of the little moisture that had gathered there as she stared at the fire. She looked down at the food on her plate and her eyes lit with delight. "Curry!"
"Is that what it is?" Heero asked dryly, still not sure whether it was safe to try or not.
Someone's chuckle made them both look up. "The first time you ever tasted curry was when you were three," Dagan took a seat on a tree log next to them, speaking directly to his little sister. "You loved it so much, you snuck into the kitchen after dinner, found the curry powder and tried to eat it straight from the jar."
Andria's jaw dropped. "Gag! That must have been AWFUL…"
"It was," her brother laughed. "You dropped the jar and it broke- Mother was scrubbing yellow out of the floor for weeks and it was never the same."
Heero poked at the sticky mass of- well- yellow- on his plate. "What does this taste like?"
"It's good!" Andria picked up a forkful. "If you've never had it before, then you should probably have some water near- by-" she and Dagan stared at him as he took a large bite.
'If you're going to try it, really get a taste for it,' he had always been taught… Heero's eyes widened. He stopped chewing.
"H-Heero?" Andria didn't miss the watering in his eyes.
"GAH!" Heero jumped to his feet and raced for the table half way across the camp and demanded a glass of water from the woman standing at it. He swallowed it down in one go and took another to rinse his mouth out. That was SPICY! He swore and wiped his mouth off, and slowly became aware of the laughter. Every African in the camp was laughing at him. Shamefaced, he returned to Andria and Dagan.
Andria was trying desperately to hide her laughter. "I'm sorry, Heero- I tried to warn you," she giggled.
Dagan looked vastly amused. "Andry, your friend doesn't seem to like it very much."
"Oh, be quiet, Dagan," she stuck her tongue out at him. Heero managed to frown a little as he continued to swallow to wash his mouth out. Had he detected a slight accent there? One that very nearly matched Dagan's and the other people here?
"Dagan, are you trying to poison our guests?" The tall, dark woman said sternly but playfully, coming to sit beside Dagan.
"Wynne, I want you to meet my little sister, Andria," Dagan smiled at her. "Andria, this is Princess Wynne Amanth. Her kingdom was usurped and we're fighting to help her regain control."
"I've heard of you!" Andria gasped, shaking Wynne's hand. "You were on the telly last night!"
Telly? Heero gave Andria an odd look. Yes, there was a pronounced accent coming into her speech that had absolutely not been there before.
Wynne smiled at the younger girl. "I've heard a lot about you, too. Sometimes Dagan gets very wrapped up in telling me about his childhood," her black eyes danced with amusement and Dagan blushed.
He coughed. "Um, Andry- who's your friend? We weren't properly introduced."
"Heero Yuy," he said before Andria could cut in.
Both Dagan and Wynne grew very serious and seemed to reassess this young man at their campfire. Wynne scrutinized his features, "Yes," she murmured. "You certainly are, aren't you?"
Andry looked between them in confusion. Was she missing something here? "Highness, uh-"
"Call me Wynne," she relaxed and smiled at her.
Andria smiled back shakily. "Wynne, how did you come by curry? Isn't it expensive?"
"Not to treat my little sister who showed up out of the blue when I thought she'd been lost to the wilds," Dagan said smugly.
"And what about YOU? I thought you must've- must've-" she choked on the words. 'gone the way of Mom and Dad'…
Dagan grew serious. Her rubbed Wynne's back as he stood. "Come on, Andry. I think we need to talk." He lead her away from the fire to another place to sit and talk in private.
Wynne sighed and watched them go, concerned. She turned back to Heero and arched an eyebrow at the glaring frown on his face. "Alright, let's be frank with one another, Mr. Yuy."
"Princess," he replied formally.
"You're a Gundam pilot, yes?"
"Hn."
She nodded. "You can only be the now legendary Heero Yuy. You fit the description perfectly."
"Just as you can only be the daughter of Kyria Amanth," he growled.
Wynne flinched visibly. Her mother… "I'm sorry," she apologized. "We've started badly, haven't we?"
He only stared at her in the same icy way.
"Please, Mr. Yuy, it's wrong of me to ask this- but- why are you here?" Her dark skin made her eyes appear luminescent in the flickering light.
"To protect Andria," was his immediate response. He thought about the words only after they had left his mouth. He really was, wasn't he? He was here to help her in this insane mission she had dreamt up so that she could get home quicker and be safe. "The man who's usurped your throne- he's in league with Markiah, isn't he?"
"He is," she blinked at him in surprise. "That bastard's been giving him help- helped him take my place and is helping him stay there."
"Then we share a common enemy."
"We do."
Silence stretched between them.
"When do we start?"
"Now."
Dagan lead his little sister on a walk through the camp, showing her around while they talked quietly.
Andria drew in a deep breath and stopped, wanting to look him in the face. "Dagan, what happened to Mom and Dad?"
He wouldn't look at her for a few minutes. "You were too little to remember, weren't you? How old were you, three?"
"Four."
"Close enough. Mom and Dad were scientists, you remember that, don't you?"
She nodded. "They studied plants, didn't they?"
"They went off on these trips into the Serengeti and they took us with them… but- I don't know- something happened. The party was attacked and you and I were still at the camp while they were out. Then I lost you in the melee… I was so scared, Andry. Those men… they were raiders or rebels or something. They didn't care that we were just kids. Next thing I knew, one of Mom's friends had yanked me onto a truck and we were driving away and they wouldn't turn back to find you. They wouldn't listen to me, and trucks were still driving away so I hoped maybe you were on one."
Andria studied the sand at their feet. "I remember," she said quietly. "One of them shoved me into the bushes and told me to keep quiet, so I did. That was the most terrifying night of my life. I've had nightmares about it," tears slipped into her eyes and she wiped them away. "What happened to you?" She fought the rest of the memories, tried to suppress them. They were worse.
"We went back to the town but you weren't there. I thought you were dead, Andry." He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "You're my little sister…"
She squeezed back. "I'm glad you had it so easy then."
"Why? What happened?"
She shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."
"They never found Mom and Dad, you know," he said quietly.
"They didn't… I did…" she murmured.
"What?" his green eyes widened. "Oh, Andry,"
He let her cry into his shoulder, releasing at last the horror of a four-year-old child who had wandered the hot, dry grasses for days before coming upon the corpses of her parents. A foreign wetness fell onto her cheek and she looked up to find that he was crying as well.
"Life hasn't been kind to us, has it?" she whispered hoarsely.
"But it's given us the gift of finding one another," he tried to sound hopeful. "Come- tell me what you've been doing?"
"Can't." she pulled away, wiping her eyes on her sleeves. "Classified."
He arched an eyebrow at her. "Don't you try to give me that cheek. You know plenty of dangerous information about me."
"What, that you're assisting 'rebels' and having some kind of affair with the rightful princess?" Andria shot him a Look. "Yes, I can see the way you look at each other. Is it serious or what?"
"Wynne is my soulmate, Andry," he told her solemnly. "The first time a saw her I knew I had to talk to her, get to know her. Now I don't know how I ever managed to live without her. I love her."
"And she loves you back," it wasn't really a statement or a question. Andria's eyes drifted across the camp to where she could see Wynne and Heero talking still.
"Mm, yes, this Heero of yours… tell me about him," Dagan said, a teasing lilt in his voice.
"What about Heero?" Andria squeaked. "He's- well- he's Heero. There's not much else to say."
"Is he your boyfriend, then?"
Andria fell silent, staring across the area thrown into highlighted relief, orange on black, flickering in the light of the flames, at the boy who had followed her all the way into the wilderness. "He was…"
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GOMEN on lack of posting (thanks for all the compliments, Gin, I LOVE being called evil- you should KNOW that! ~_^) but life has this uncanny ability to become a problem right when you least want it to. So- GOMEN!!!!!!! Ooh and here's somethin' new to try...
Three La Femmes Java Puzzles! Put the image together- let me know your high scores (and what peice shape you were using) via email and I'll put together a list of the best! http://www.jigzone.com/ms/g.php?ua=172787a49858
THANK YOU everyone for your awesome support down this long and twisted road... It is GREATLY appreciated.
Love it? Hate it? Lemme know!
-Lady
