Tori: We last left out heroes in the clutches of the nefarious Team Rocket,
er, OZ! Will they escape? Will they be destroyed? Will I ever find the ass
munch who tried to kill my cat!?
Ke: Run now, children. She's about to self-destruct.
Tori: THAT %^&*%(*#*(&#@!#$%^&*^&$#!&*!?*#^)@-
Ke: You'll be safer in the fic! Hurry!
Nezumi Mission: Part 2!
The Gundam Pilot Lab Mice!
When the pilots awoke, they were all strapped to metal tables in a white room.
"This is the thirtieth floor of the Team OZ containment building in the R sector of Colony C7694," Heero said, mostly to himself.
"Oh, sure! You knew that, but you could find your way here!?" Duo yelled from two tables down.
"I would so flip you off right now if my hand wasn't tied to the table, Duo…"
"PBBTH!"
"Hehehe… Trowa's hair stands straight up!" Duet giggled. Sure enough, when Heero strained his neck to find Trowa's general direction he saw the tell-tale bangs standing tall.
"You guys are mean…" Trowa growled.
"So, ummm… Anyone figure out why we're here yet?" Quatre asked.
"Vacation."
"Spa."
"We need to relax."
"Straightening our spines."
"To chill for a while…" came the varying responses.
"No, you've got it all wrong," boomed a deep voice with a slight Italian accent.
"Who are you?"
"Where are you?"
"What do you look like?"
"Can you let us go?"
"Can I use the little girl's room?"
"Hi! I'm Quatre Raberba Winner! These are my friends! Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton-"
"QUATRE! SHUT UP!" the other five pilots yelled and Quatre blushed.
"Oh yeah… That's what got us into this mess, wasn't it?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of one of the others.
"Well, if you are what I think you are, you'd fetch me quite a price on the "markets," so I could turn you over at any moment," the voice said.
"What are you talking about!? We're not the Gundam pilots! Are you crazy!?" Duet cried.
"Duet, he didn't say we were the Gundam pilots…" Heero sighed and the braided girl sweatdropped.
"…I was going to say you were virgins, but Gundam Pilots! Even better!"
The five boys deathglared Duet as best they could with their necks secured.
"I'm not a virgin!"
"Me neither!"
"You can count me out…"
"That was a long time ago."
"I'm winking at you, Duet!" (here Duet sweatdropped)
"I suppose that means I'm not one either…"
The voice grunted in a mixture of surprise and disgust. "How old are you kids?"
"Fifteen!" the chorused.
"Kids these days… But it doesn't make you any less valuable! Okay, I'm going to leave now and shut the lights off. Do you have any objections?"
"No."
"Nuh-huh…"
"Not really…"
"Fine by me…"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
"Go right ahead."
The lights went out anyway. The pilots blinked a few times, their eyes adjusting to the dark.
"GUYS! NOT COOL! NOT COOL! THERE'S SOMETHING STANDING NEXT- To. me…" Duo's voice faded and the THONK! of his head dropping to the table was deafening in the silence that followed his outburst. It took a bit more yelling and five more THONK!s before all the pilots were sound asleep…
Ke: Run now, children. She's about to self-destruct.
Tori: THAT %^&*%(*#*(&#@!#$%^&*^&$#!&*!?*#^)@-
Ke: You'll be safer in the fic! Hurry!
Nezumi Mission: Part 2!
The Gundam Pilot Lab Mice!
When the pilots awoke, they were all strapped to metal tables in a white room.
"This is the thirtieth floor of the Team OZ containment building in the R sector of Colony C7694," Heero said, mostly to himself.
"Oh, sure! You knew that, but you could find your way here!?" Duo yelled from two tables down.
"I would so flip you off right now if my hand wasn't tied to the table, Duo…"
"PBBTH!"
"Hehehe… Trowa's hair stands straight up!" Duet giggled. Sure enough, when Heero strained his neck to find Trowa's general direction he saw the tell-tale bangs standing tall.
"You guys are mean…" Trowa growled.
"So, ummm… Anyone figure out why we're here yet?" Quatre asked.
"Vacation."
"Spa."
"We need to relax."
"Straightening our spines."
"To chill for a while…" came the varying responses.
"No, you've got it all wrong," boomed a deep voice with a slight Italian accent.
"Who are you?"
"Where are you?"
"What do you look like?"
"Can you let us go?"
"Can I use the little girl's room?"
"Hi! I'm Quatre Raberba Winner! These are my friends! Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton-"
"QUATRE! SHUT UP!" the other five pilots yelled and Quatre blushed.
"Oh yeah… That's what got us into this mess, wasn't it?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of one of the others.
"Well, if you are what I think you are, you'd fetch me quite a price on the "markets," so I could turn you over at any moment," the voice said.
"What are you talking about!? We're not the Gundam pilots! Are you crazy!?" Duet cried.
"Duet, he didn't say we were the Gundam pilots…" Heero sighed and the braided girl sweatdropped.
"…I was going to say you were virgins, but Gundam Pilots! Even better!"
The five boys deathglared Duet as best they could with their necks secured.
"I'm not a virgin!"
"Me neither!"
"You can count me out…"
"That was a long time ago."
"I'm winking at you, Duet!" (here Duet sweatdropped)
"I suppose that means I'm not one either…"
The voice grunted in a mixture of surprise and disgust. "How old are you kids?"
"Fifteen!" the chorused.
"Kids these days… But it doesn't make you any less valuable! Okay, I'm going to leave now and shut the lights off. Do you have any objections?"
"No."
"Nuh-huh…"
"Not really…"
"Fine by me…"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
"Go right ahead."
The lights went out anyway. The pilots blinked a few times, their eyes adjusting to the dark.
"GUYS! NOT COOL! NOT COOL! THERE'S SOMETHING STANDING NEXT- To. me…" Duo's voice faded and the THONK! of his head dropping to the table was deafening in the silence that followed his outburst. It took a bit more yelling and five more THONK!s before all the pilots were sound asleep…