A.N. – Well, here's the second part of the first chapter of Afterwards, although NOBODY reviewed it…Ahead you'll find character abuse, cameos, character abuse, rampant OOC, character abuse, insanity, and alcohol. Did I mention character abuse? Anyways…on with the fic!
No…wait. I haven't done a disclaimer. Whoops. I could get sued for unauthorized character use in Part 1. (Yeah, and cows will give chocolate milk). So anyway, for purely saving my ass reasons, I must state that although I would love to have the rights to GW, I don't. I make no money off of this, and it's purely for the fanfic community's enjoyment.
Afterwards, Part 2, Chapter 110 exhilarating minutes later…
"Relena, left!" Heero shouted. Relena violently turned the wheel as the car skidded into another 90-degree turn. "OK, now keep on going until I say stop, got it?" Heero said. "Just wait…STOP!" Relena hit the brakes and Heero's head hit the dashboard. "Damn it! That hurt!" Heero complained.
"Ooh, the perfect soldier showing a sign of weakness?" Wufei merrily questioned. In response, Heero turned around and socked him in the stomach. Wufei let out an "Oomph" and his breath, and curled up into a fetal position next to a mildly disgusted Quatre. Relena unbuckled and got out, and everyone else followed, except for Duo (still in the trunk). They closed the car's doors and proceeded to the bar's entrance. Suddenly they all remembered two very important things: that Duo was still in the trunk, and that Relena hadn't put on the parking brake. They watched helplessly as the car rolled down the hill, and towards a clogged intersection. Gazes were averted, and screeching and crunching sounds were heard.
The group as one turned back to see Relena's pink boat of a car much shorter, due to the fact that it's front was smashed into the side of the semi that had halted it's progress. The trunk had apparently popped open upon impact, and even from a block away they all could see the trunk was bare. Accusing glares turned to Relena; Heero had a murderous look in his eyes. Quatre whispered to the startled former princess, "Now you've done it." Heero balled his hands into fists and pulled his arm back to beat the crap out of Relena. Simultaneously, the other three pilots restrained him, while Relena recoiled in fear. "It was an accident, Heero," Quatre tried to explain, but it didn't sound the least bit convincing.
"I can see that it was an accident," Heero bit out. "An accident that probably cost Duo his life!" To the surprise of everyone, he looked on the verge of tears. Their open mouths and startled looks angered him. "Don't just stand there!" he yelled. "See if he's alright, dammit!" And with that, they rushed down the hill to Duo's aid.
When they reached the crash site, a crowd had already gathered. Supported in the middle of the crowd was Duo. He had screaming girls on all sides of him, and he was trying his best to force them off, rather unsuccessfully.
"Oh no, groupies!" the 4 non-accosted pilots cried. Upon hearing their voices, the girls turned their attention to the hapless four. They glomped onto pilots en masse, all except the die-hard Duo fans (which was still a lot of people). Now all five pilots were shouting in distress. The groupies went on kissing and groping the group until Relena let loose her most famous line.
"HHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRROOOOOOO!" she shrieked. The howl rose a couple of octaves and went on for a good thirty seconds. She finally stopped when she realized that nobody was left standing. The dust settled to reveal everyone on the pavement in agony. The pilots, with their strengthened resistance to pain, merely kneeled on the ground, clutching at their ears. The groupies, however, lay writhing on the ground, blood pouring from shattered eardrums.
After taking a moment to recover enough to speak, Wufei exclaimed, "Hey, Relena is useful after all!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. Five heads turned his way, and five jaws dropped to the ground.
"Does that mean you'll take back the stupid onna from earlier?" Relena asked in a sugarcoated voice.
"Of course not," Wufei hissed. "I'll never submit to a woman's authority. What I mean to say was, 'Damn it onna! Never scream that goddamn loud again!''
"Sure you did," everyone chorused.
Wufei looked utterly defeated.
"Ooh, Wufie has a soft spot," Duo chortled. Wufei turned and punched the braided boy in the gut. "Oi, Wufei! I was just in a wreck and you want to inflict more pain on me?" Duo moaned. "Don't you think I've had enough of that already?"
"Speaking of which," Heero interjected. "Duo, how'd you get through that without being injured?"
"Thank goodness Relena has a heavily padded trunk," Duo sighed. "I was probably mauled by those fangirls worse than the crash itself." The other pilots nodded in sympathy.
"Come on! Let's go have some fun!" Relena insisted.
"Easy for you to say," Trowa finally spoke up. "You weren't mobbed."
"Or had your eardrums nearly explode," the usually mild-mannered Quatre vehemently said.
At just that moment, the Maguanac Corp. showed up.
"We heard a shriek, which we identified as Relena's," Rashid explained when questioned by Quatre as to why they'd arrived. "We knew you were at her place, and thought you might be in danger."
"You usually respond in less time than this," Quatre grumbled. "Why are you late?"
"Well…" Rashid nervously started. "We thought you'd be at Relena's, so we went there first. After the place turned up empty, we followed the trail of carnage here." Rashid huffed. "Give us a break; we were in a bar halfway across town!" At this comment, some of the Maguanacs blushed and coughed into their fists. Everyone noticed, and Duo brought it up.
"What kind of bar were you at?" he asked, eying them suspiciously.
"Umm…Quatre told us to go have some fun tonight, so after a group vote we went to a ..uh…strip club."
"How could you ?!" Quatre exploded at them. He looked astounded and very pissed. "I've never had to punish you before, but I might just have to this time."
"We were just doing what you told us to do," Rashid protested.
"Well, you can have fun making sure nobody disturbs us while we're having fun," Quatre decided. "That should be punishment enough."
"Very well, Master Quatre," Rashid consented.
"Great," the group replied in unison. They headed back of the hill, a bevy of bodyguards behind them. As they reached the door, they saw a black haired girl standing there, wrapped in a plush robe and not much else. Quatre thought about having Rashid kill her, but he decided to be nice, like (most) always. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Sakuya. I was just wondering where they," she indicated the Maguanacs. "Had gone, so I followed them here.
"Great," Quatre moaned. "Um, they're not coming back, and you're not staying here. So leave."
"Give me one good reason why I should," she countered. "I'm losing a lot of money because of this."
Quatre reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and his checkbook. He wrote a long sum on a check, tore it off, and handed it to Sakuya. "There. Is that enough for you? Now please leave us be."
The girl's face lit up as she saw the amount of money she was holding in her hand. She winked and smiled widely at Quatre, then turned and left.
The group watched her leave, utterly baffled at the strangeness of the preceding events. Quietly they went into the bar, while the Maguanacs formed a perimeter around the building. In total contrast to the group entering, the group already inside was being very noisy. Noin and Zechs sat in a corner booth having a heated argument. Sally, Hilde, and Catherine sat gossiping around a table near the stage. Howard was all alone at one end of the bar, sipping a bottle of beer dejectedly. Lady Une sat with the wheelchair-bound Mariemaia near the jukebox, apparently making a selection since noone was signing. And Dorothy was at the other end of the bar, chatting with the bartender.
As the pilots and Relena walked in, the noise vanished and anticipation took its place. Now that everyone was here, what would happen? Not much, apparently. The pilots all crowded into another corner booth, with the exception of Heero. Relena joined the gossip group. Conversation resumed, but it had lost much of its enthusiasm. Heero strode over to the bar and vied with Dorothy for the bartender's attention. Dorothy finally got up to talk with Relena, and the bartender went over to Heero, her cyan hair trailing behind her.
"Did you set up the tab I asked for?" Heero asked her. The lady's yellow eyes looked confused for a second, but she replied. "Oh yes. Unlimited, right? It was the least I could do for a war hero, and such a hot one, too!" The bartender tried to throw herself at Heero, but Heero shrugged it off and walked back into the midst of the groups.
"All right everyone. The bar is at your disposal. Have fun," Heero intoned. Crickets chirped. Have fun were words nobody expected Heero to say, much less twice in one night. Everyone was rooted to the spot they sat, stunned. The lights on the dance floor flashed, and the microphone stood alone on the stage as the tension mounted.
Finally, Hilde broke the ice. She went over to the bar, downed a shot, and smashed the glass on floor. "C'mon everybody! Stop acting like statues and get into this!" she pleaded with the others. She sprinted over to Duo and forcefully dragged him to the stage, whispering on the way, "That was so liberating. But not so much as…." Duo cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Let me guess," he said. 'Not so much as what we're going to do will be."
"You got it," Hilde replied, a twinkle in her eye. "But wait till you see what I'm singing! You haven't got me as pinned as you think you have." Duo sighed as the pair started perusing the songbook and listening to possible choices on the attached headphones.
As they occupied themselves on stage, the rest pulled up barstools and sat down to watch the fun. A waiter came over to take orders, blushing nervously as the bartender winked at him and made an inappropriate hand gesture. Flustered, he returned to the bar, only to be brought back because he'd forgotten to take the orders. Heero ordered 2 bottles of beer, and when they arrived he gave one to Relena.
'If Heero thinks getting me drunk will work, he's got another thing coming,' Relena mused to herself. 'But I might as well play along for now.' She handed the bottle to Heero, who opened it with a Deathglare and handed it back. Relena then proceeded to down the bottle in one long gulp, much to the amazement of Heero.
'Damn! It'll take more for her to pass out than I thought,' Heero thought glumly. He handed Relena his beer and she accepted it with a strange smile. She gave the top a twist and off it came, hitting Heero in the forehead right next to his previous bruise. She languidly took drinks from the bottle while Heero rubbed his new red mark, then said, "Hero, I have a proposition for you." The bar grew quiet as everyone listened in.
"Go on," Heero suggested.
Relena gleefully said, "Heero, I bet you the amount of our bar tab for the night that you pass out drunk before I do."
A sharp intake of breath was the only sound to be heard. Heero was finding it hard to keep his composure. All action had stopped as they awaited Heero's response.
"Mission…accepted."
The bar's other occupants began their conversations anew, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. Heero looked over at Relena, who had finished the beer he'd given her. "Well, are you going to catch up or not?" she chided. Heero shot her a Deathglare and signaled the waiter. A showdown was in store.
A.N., version 2.0 – If you think that these first two parts are insane, the next two (still awaiting my pen) are going to be over the edge. The next two parts, which will finish the first chapter off, are one big songfic. Every single main character in GW WILL sing. This is where the rampant OOC comes in. Look forward to the next two parts in the future (could be February, or could be May; I don't know). Till then, ja ne!