Disclaimer: While it would certainly make the world a better place, I do
not own Gundam Wing, Visa, or Bloomingdale's.
Author's note: This is one of my first posted fanfics so I would really appreciate any and all feedback. And, just in case you're wondering, no I do not have anything against Bloomingdale's, it was just the first department store that came to mind. I hope you enjoy this!
1 Visa Check Card Ad: Gundam Style
Zechs is in a Bloomingdale's department store buying expensive hair care products (hair such as his requires the best). Finished shopping, he approaches the counter to pay.
The young, blond saleslady, upon seeing his mask squeals excitedly. "Oh my goodness! It's the Lightning Count himself! I can't believe it's really you! I'm, like, your number fan. I have every Epyon and Tallgesse sets ever made! I dyed my hair platinum just like yours."
The girl goes on and on. Zechs is trying to be courteous, but you can see he really wants to get out of there. "Can I give you a check?" He asked politely. "Well sure." He lets out a small sigh of relief, he just wanted to get out of there. Especially after getting doused by the perfume woman in POISON: GUNDAM edition. "I just need to see your driver's license, mobile suit license, Bloomingdale's member card, Sanc Kingdom residency certificate, and three additional recent photo IDs." The girl delivered the list of requirements in a cold, lifeless voice that reminded the superb example of hunk ness all too well of a certain Gundam pilot.
"Hey! That's unreasonable, in fact it's downright oppressive. How dare you treat the citizens of Bloomingdale's in such a degrading manner? It is my duty as an officer of OZ and as a Knight of the Sanc Kingdom to destroy (Funanimation was here) you."
"Do I need to call security? 'Cause I don't think you want to mess with Harold. Now do you want the shampoo or not?" She tapped her talons on the top of his bottle.
"It's conditioner you fool! I'm going to kill you! (Oopsie…hehe guess those fine folks at Funanimation missed that one.) Unknown to both parties, Quatre Raberba Winner comes over looking extremely concerned.
"Ummm…guys we shouldn't be fighting at all." He is totally ignored. Turning to face the television camera, "Uh…well get a Visa check card and never deal with the hassles of writing a check again.
The view is changed to an exterior shot of the building which is now being surrounded by mobile suits intent on destroying (Funanimation) Bloomies.
After hearing the roaring engines of Taurus and Virgo suits, Quatre pleads with the Lightning Count. "Zechs! Stop this! Nothing good will come from destroying (brought to you by Funanimation) the saleslady." Zechs pauses considering, after all Noin would be none to happy to hear about this and might try to send him to those damn (oops, replace that with dark ok?) anger management classes. But before he can reach a decision the saleslady interrupts. "Shut up you Arabian wimp! You couldn't pilot a Gundam without crying if your life depended on it. And, by the way, khakis are so five minutes ago."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! MAGUANACS, ATTACK!"
Several hours later, the store lies in ruins.
"See Zechs? I told you to get a Visa check card."
"Yeah, guess you were right 04. Oh no! My conditioner! I left my beautiful conditioner!"
"Don't worry, you can have one of mine." The pilot of Sandrock hands Zechs a bottle. The masked man looks with surprise at the conditioner. "I'm, I'm touched, thank you."
And everyone lived happily and more financially savvy after that.
Did you enjoy this? Then for goodness sakes, please review!
ObsidianMist
Author's note: This is one of my first posted fanfics so I would really appreciate any and all feedback. And, just in case you're wondering, no I do not have anything against Bloomingdale's, it was just the first department store that came to mind. I hope you enjoy this!
1 Visa Check Card Ad: Gundam Style
Zechs is in a Bloomingdale's department store buying expensive hair care products (hair such as his requires the best). Finished shopping, he approaches the counter to pay.
The young, blond saleslady, upon seeing his mask squeals excitedly. "Oh my goodness! It's the Lightning Count himself! I can't believe it's really you! I'm, like, your number fan. I have every Epyon and Tallgesse sets ever made! I dyed my hair platinum just like yours."
The girl goes on and on. Zechs is trying to be courteous, but you can see he really wants to get out of there. "Can I give you a check?" He asked politely. "Well sure." He lets out a small sigh of relief, he just wanted to get out of there. Especially after getting doused by the perfume woman in POISON: GUNDAM edition. "I just need to see your driver's license, mobile suit license, Bloomingdale's member card, Sanc Kingdom residency certificate, and three additional recent photo IDs." The girl delivered the list of requirements in a cold, lifeless voice that reminded the superb example of hunk ness all too well of a certain Gundam pilot.
"Hey! That's unreasonable, in fact it's downright oppressive. How dare you treat the citizens of Bloomingdale's in such a degrading manner? It is my duty as an officer of OZ and as a Knight of the Sanc Kingdom to destroy (Funanimation was here) you."
"Do I need to call security? 'Cause I don't think you want to mess with Harold. Now do you want the shampoo or not?" She tapped her talons on the top of his bottle.
"It's conditioner you fool! I'm going to kill you! (Oopsie…hehe guess those fine folks at Funanimation missed that one.) Unknown to both parties, Quatre Raberba Winner comes over looking extremely concerned.
"Ummm…guys we shouldn't be fighting at all." He is totally ignored. Turning to face the television camera, "Uh…well get a Visa check card and never deal with the hassles of writing a check again.
The view is changed to an exterior shot of the building which is now being surrounded by mobile suits intent on destroying (Funanimation) Bloomies.
After hearing the roaring engines of Taurus and Virgo suits, Quatre pleads with the Lightning Count. "Zechs! Stop this! Nothing good will come from destroying (brought to you by Funanimation) the saleslady." Zechs pauses considering, after all Noin would be none to happy to hear about this and might try to send him to those damn (oops, replace that with dark ok?) anger management classes. But before he can reach a decision the saleslady interrupts. "Shut up you Arabian wimp! You couldn't pilot a Gundam without crying if your life depended on it. And, by the way, khakis are so five minutes ago."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! MAGUANACS, ATTACK!"
Several hours later, the store lies in ruins.
"See Zechs? I told you to get a Visa check card."
"Yeah, guess you were right 04. Oh no! My conditioner! I left my beautiful conditioner!"
"Don't worry, you can have one of mine." The pilot of Sandrock hands Zechs a bottle. The masked man looks with surprise at the conditioner. "I'm, I'm touched, thank you."
And everyone lived happily and more financially savvy after that.
Did you enjoy this? Then for goodness sakes, please review!
ObsidianMist