Warning: Some "foul" language and yes, the guys in this fic are gay. If you aren't too
cool with that, read something else and don't get mad at us for writing it. Thnx
Notes: Rampant use of pistol whipping, torrid love triangles and stuff that will probably
make no sense. If you take this without proper permission, you will be pistol whipped or
chopped into bits. If really want it and can't live without it then email us and we'll see if
you are worthy. Have fun!

Disclaimer: As much as we would like to take credit for them, the G-boys are not
our…except in our heads…then they're ours, as well and the little anatomically correct
figurines we keep in our underwear drawers. Those are ours too. Oh and the songs that
Azriel sings aren't our as well. But how cool would it be to take credit for such beloved
songs as "Songs of the Cebu," "The Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps," and "The Pirates
Who Don't Do Anything." A group of people who created Veggie Tales get to claim the
bragging rights.
(Title Goes Here)
Three figures shrouded in shadows were hunched over a horde of pictures. One
set displayed a girl at about the age of twenty, long blue hair with two small ponytails
running down her cheek framing her face. She wore a white wife beater, khaki cargo
pants, a black ribbon with a star hanging at the hollow of her neck. On the bicep of her
right arm was a silver arm band which wound around twice. At either end of the band
was a small red star. A black leather wrist brace helped to not leave her right arm
completely bare. A tattoo of a flowering vine winding its way around her left arm,
extended from the top of her shoulder to the back of her hand. Various rings decorated
her fingers. A belly chain hung loosely on her hips with a long extension of key chains
hanging down to her knee. On the bridge of her nose was a barbell piercing; the balls
both scarlet red.
"Did you find the number on her?" said one of the figures, obviously the leader.
"No sir," said the figure to his right.
"But we know she is one of them," the figure to the left said in a genderly neutral
typical anime villain voice.
"We have more information about the other two sir." Again the figure on the right
commented.
"This is Gabriel S. Parry. He's nineteen years old and seems to be their leader.
We found his number in between his thumb and pointer finger on his left hand," said the
genderly neutral typical anime villain voice. He presented a group of photos to their
leader.
In this set of pictures was the reoccurring image of Gabriel. The orange bangs
that stood up from his hairline about three inches immediately attracted your attention to
his face. The rest of his hair was black and closely shaved to his head. On his left
eyebrow were two piercings, a barbell on the outside and a loop right next to it. In
various pictures he wore an eye patch over his right eye. But in others, the patch was
absent and a cybernetic could be seen wrapped from the top of his eye, below the brow,
to right underneath. The patch, you could tell, when on only barely hid the cybernetic.
On the far right side of his lower lip was a lip ring. Along the right side of his face, along
his jaw-line was a crescent moon; the tips barely peaking onto his cheek. Three small
hoop earrings decorated his right ear; the other was adorned by five. He wore a short
sleeved, leather polo shirt tucked into his faded denim jeans. On his shirt he wore a chain
male neck tie.
The Leader spoke when noticing the tie. "How does that stay up?"
The third voice stepped forward, "No one really knows how that works sir."
"Very well, continue with the blatant description Henchman #2." The Leader
commanded the third voice.
At Gabriel's waist hung his holster, home to an antique 9mm Glock. And finally,
on his feet he wore black work boots where on the hooks, for the laces, were small
spikes. One picture, which had been buried at the bottom of the pile, displayed Gabriel in
a bath towel, as he exited the shower. His orange bangs hung down touching the middle
of his nose. "How did you get this picture?" The Leader stared at Henchman #2, his
eyebrow raised inquisitively.
"Under cover mission sir," replied Henchman #2.
Genderly Neutral Typical Anime Villain butted in, "Yeah, more like under
covers."
"And this…" said Henchman #2, presenting the final bundle of photos, "is Rock
Gaven Ramza, age unknown. We don't know where he fits into the team but as you can
see he is the third. Strangely enough we have determined he has an immense fear of
squirrels."
"Wait, #2, the little fuzzy things, fluffy tails, eats nuts? Those squirrels?" asked
The Leader a bit surprised.
"Yes sir." replied Henchman # 2. "As you can see, there is an ornate tattoo which
frames his face."
"Wait, wait wait! That's it?" asked The Leader, sounding irritated.
"Yes sir,"
"Well describe it. The authors didn't take that long to figure it out for you just to
say 'An ornate facial tattoo!'"
"But sir if they go into detail it will take more than a paragraph just for his face.
"Remember Henchman #2, you can be replaced. Go and do your little voice over
thing where it seems as if you are narrating."
"Yes sir," said Henchman #2.
Rock's face was, to put it mildly, a distraction. His light blond, forever tousled
hair was nothing to look at, but the facial tattoos were. On his chin was a tattoo of the
sun, more like a spiral which curled around twice and then connected to itself to form a
circle. Off from the sun were lines indicating rays of light not connected to it. One line
ran a millimeter off the top of the sun to his bottom lip. On the bottom, another line, just
as far from the sun, extended to the bottom of his chin. On either side were lines
equidistant from the sun which ran all the way up his jaw line and to the hair where his
side burns began. Along this line were a number of smaller lines crossing
perpendicularly. At the ends of these small lines were arrow heads. Where the longer
lines across his jaw line ended, arrows extending from his hair line towards his face
began. In the middle of his forehead was the longest arrow, the point resting between his
eyebrows.
On his body, Rock wore a short black T-shirt with a large Roman numeral III
sprawled across the chest in scarlet red. The baggy shirt ended an inch or two above his
belly button where the material had been ripped all around his torso. He wore military
green shorts which extended down to the middle of his calves. Rock enjoyed sagging his
shorts, so above the waistband were visible his plaid boxers. Between the shirt and the
boxers you could see his hard toned stomach. His arms were decorated with red,
fingerless gloves and a variety of stretchy, rubber bracelets which covered from the wrist
to mid forearm on each arm. In every picture, Rocks fingernail polish was different. On
his feet he wore knee high black socks, scrunched down to the ankle and scarlet red
Converse shoes. The last photo showed Rock stretched out on a bed, shirtless, smiling.
"Don't tell me," said The Leader smugly, "Undercover work?" Henchman #2
blushed and hung his head.
Genderly Neutral Typical Anime Villain decided to change the subject back to
business. "I have also gained a videotape of a new threat to your plan sir. They are also
students at Junior Community College University. There are five boys who seem to be
pilots."
"Ok they are pilots, what does that have to do with anything?" The Leader
questioned.
"Watch the video sir." On the large screen in the front of the room appeared
pictures of the Gundam Pilots Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei with their mobile
suits. "We believe that there may be a possibility of the two teams joining forces against
you. That is why we have brought you this information." Genderly Neutral Typical
Anime Villain stated. He…She…It looked over to Henchman #2 just in time to see him
grab a picture and quickly shove it in his pockets. The Leader noticed as well.
"Let's see it #2." He hesitated. "Now!"
Henchman #2 presented the stolen photograph which revealed the blue haired girl
staring into a mirror while wearing only a set of headphones, her bra and boxers.
"Not her too," cried Genderly Neutral Typical Anime Villain.
"No…not yet really." The Leader and Genderly Neutral Typical Anime Villain
both let out a sigh of frustration.
Henchman #2 interjected. "Sir, I have just noticed a message on the back of this
picture."
The picture was a group shot of the three alleged Scarlet Pirates. He held up the
message for The Leader to see. In bright red ink it read "Stop taking pictures of us you
perverts!! Signed, The Scarlet Pirates J" The Leader was reaching for the picture when
out of no where it self destructed, exploding into a million pieces, catching all of the
other photos on fire. As the smoke cleared, through the charred remnants of the
laboratory The Leader's voice could be heard.
"Send in an operative."

The sun was barely visible on the horizon and Azriel was already wide awake.
Her roommate had spent the night at a frat party and left Azriel to her own devices.
Never a good idea. She could be heard singing loudly through out the dorm and was
oblivious to the angry shout she was receiving. Her headphone kept her long blue hair
close to her head. Already dressed in her white wife beater and cargo pants, she moved
easily in time with the music. With her eyes closed and totally engrossed in the song she
was listening to, Azriel belted out the words she knew so well.
"Barbara Manatee,
You are the one for me.
Sent from up above,
You are the one I love."
Azriel didn't notice as the door creaked open slowly and a dark figure moved into
the room. And then instantaneously, the lights were flicked on, the door slammed against
the wall, a duffle bag was tossed into the middle of the room and a loud "AZRIEL!!"
could be heard though out the campus. Azriel's eyes shot open and she immediately
removed her head phones.
"What are you doing?" The enraged form of Gabriel yelled at her from the door
frame.
"Just listening to some music…Gabe."
"Maybe you should read a book."
"Oh…ok." Azriel said blandly.
"And keep the lights off, I'm tired."
"Where have you been all night anyway? Why are you getting in at what, five in
the morning?"
"I had a business meeting, with an associate." Gabriel said in a drowsy voice.
"Yeah don't feed me that crap, you where at a party weren't you."
"I'm going to sleep, leave me alone."
Azriel was determined. "No! I want to know why you were out so long"
"I was banging a blond frat boy…are you happy"
"No what was his name?"
"I don't know"
"What frat does he belong to?"
"I don't know. They had vodka" mumbled Gabe as he plopped down on his bed.
"Ah, Kappa Delta Gamma."
Gabriel was passed out on his bed at this point. Azriel walked over to him, pulled
the blanket over his sleeping body, and whispered into his ear
"You're mom's coming over later today. Have fun."

Gabriel's eyes slowly fluttered open. Bird chirping could be heard from outside
the window and gentle kitchen noises resonated through the small room from well…the
kitchenette.
"Azriel, whatcha makin'?" Gabriel stood up, stretched and walked towards the
noises, scratching his ass all the while.
"Good morning Angel Cake!" His mother's voice pierced through the fog of his
hangover like a bolt of lightning striking his brain.
"Mom," Gabriel muttered with all the fear of a deer with a rifle pressed against its
snout.
"Oh surprised to see me? I talked to Azriel."
"Oh. Oh really? She didn't tell me." Thoughts of mutilating Azriel raced
through his mind.
"I specifically told her to tell you. I always said she was horrible at following
directions."
"That's great mom….I have to go to umm uh…" Gabe muttered, checking the
clock quickly. His mother seized the opportunity to interrupt.
"Are you getting enough sleep?"
"Uh, yeah Mom."
"I'm not your mom I'm your mother."
"Yes Mother. Um, by the way…why are you here?"
"I told you that I was coming over to clean out your room."
"You did that on Saturday. You realize that it's Monday now." Gabe was baffled
at his mother's logic.
"Yes but you're in college, and you know how college students live in constant
filth"
"That's everyone else who doesn't live with Azriel. I put a cup down on the
counter which was designed to hold cups and she puts a coaster underneath."
"Well I don't care. It's not clean enough for me! Just …just look at all of this
dust here." She walked over to the refrigerator and ran her white gloved finger across the
very back of the top of the fridge. "See look at this," she shoved her finger right in front
of Gabriel's nose for his inspection.
"There's nothing there."
"Yes there is…look at that!" She moved it between his eyes
"Mom, that's the fuzz from your glove."
"No it isn't! And don't talk back to your mother. And what's with this orange
hair all of a sudden?" noticing Gabe's orange spiked bangs. The phrase Passive
aggressive ran though Gabe's mind. "And what's with this eyes patch?" She hooked the
black eye patch which rested on Gabe's right eyes, pulled it towards her and the released.
"Aw, shit mom!" Gabe yelled as the patch slammed back into his eye painfully.
She immediately slapped him
"What did I tell you about calling me mom?!" Anger resonated through her
voice.
"I have to go to class.
"What? You're late again?"
"No, I decided I would start on my studies early."
"Alright who are you and what have you done with my son?" His mother asked
with a hint of concern in her voice.
"See you later Mom," Gabe walked out the door before she could comment any
further.
"I said MOTHER!!!"

Gabe walked frantically to a class room, any classroom to escape the screams of
his mother. In his haste he didn't notice the thin brown haired boy before it was too late.
"Sorry," said the boy after they collided.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're Heero from Gundam Wing aren't you?!!" Gabe's
voice was the epitome of excitement. "I love your show."
"You've never been in a fan fic have you…?"
"Yeah I was in a Pokemon fan fic once but it kind of fell through.
"Well you're not supposed to know who I am yet, not until we introduce
ourselves."
"Oh ok, I'm Gabriel….I'm a Pisces…and I live with my roommate Azriel."
"Heero," said the boy in a monotonous voice.
"Well I know that's your name," Gabe replied matter-of-factly.
"Armatures," Heero said under his breathe
"Is Duo here too? Where is he? Gabe was now on the brink of giddy.
"Cut to the next scene..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was now time for her second class of the day and Azriel was already
contemplating the night of homework she had ahead of her….either that or the night of
senseless partying.
"Azriel!" She heard her name being shouted by a familiar voice.
"Why is everyone yelling at me today?" She looked up to the sky as if searching
for her answer there.
"Hey Az, when are we going on the next raid? I mean I thought it would be this
Saturday but then I realized…"
"Rock…..Shut up!"
"What? What'd I say?" Rock honestly didn't know what was wrong.
"No one is supposed to know we do anything like that."
"Serious? I've been using that line to line up tons of hot ass man!"
"How many people have you told we are pirates?"
"Well, um... I don't know…more than two."
"Oh god…" Azriel hung her head in dismay.
A Chinese boy walked up to them and began speaking. "You must be the 'Scarlet
Pirates' I've been searching for you. Ever since pirates killed my wife I…."
He couldn't finish his sentence. The wrath of the authors reigned down onto the
now lifeless body of Wufei. "Can't have any of that shit in our fan fic," said a female
voice from seemingly no where.
"Yeah, straight guys suck." A male voice interjected.
The female voice once again spoke "Technically…"
"Let it go Margar."
Rock looked at the body shocked. "Dude he's like totally dead."
"As apposed to mostly dead which can be cured with a miracle pill," began the
female voice.
"Hey, hey!!! No Princess Bride lines!" the male voice boomed in anger.
"Let this be a lesson to you Rock if you ever reconsider!" the voice now identified
as Margar warned.
"Continue," encouraged the male voice.
Both Azriel and Rock shifted their gaze from the sky and back to the still lifeless
body of Wufei.
"Are we going to get in trouble for this?" Rock looked at Azriel, his face full of
concern.
"If we walk away now, no one will know." Rock and Azriel quickly shuffled off
away from the very dead body, and went to the cafeteria where they found Gabriel eating
away his sorrow and proclaiming his self pity to some unknown stranger who was
searching desperately for an escape route.
"Gabe what are you doing to this poor guy?
"Thank you!" said the stranger as he quickly got up and ran away.
"I'm just wallowing in my sorrow, the tragedy of my birth."
"The world's smallest violin," said Azriel as she rubbed her thumb and pinky
finger together. "And it's playing just for you."
"Oh look, muffins!" Rock grabbed one and started munching.
"You realize you have to pay for that?" informed Gabe.
"Why do they put it on the counter if I have to pay for it?" Rock just couldn't
seem to comprehend.
"So people can see it!" Gabe yelled at Rock, not understanding his stupidity,
knowing that when he applied himself, Rock was very intelligent.
"Well that's dumb." Rock spit what he had of the muffin in his mouth back on
the counter with the half eaten muffin.
"And why don't they serve alcohol at these coffee houses? I mean with friends
like you and Rock and that guy that ran out of here… I need vodka! Where is there
vodka, someone show me vodka." Gabe looked around to see if anyone would offer.
An employee walked up to the trio and addressed the now alcohol demanding
Gabe. "I'm sorry sir we're going to have to ask you to leave.
"You want me to leave? What about that guy that's been staring at me for the
past hour? Why don't you ask HIM to leave?" Gabe demanded.
"Sir the entire place is staring at you."
"Fine!"
Azriel took his arm and led him out. "Come on Gabe, let's go. We need to talk to
you about something."
The trio walked out of The Coffee House towards the library, when in a flicker of
rose petals a genderly neutral typical anime villain appeared.
Rock interjected. "Hey these are bits of paper…"
The genderly neutral typical anime villain responded, "We're working on a
budget here. Cut me some slack. I've come to deliver your death sentences. My master
will most enjoy watching you suffer."
Once again the booming voices from seemingly nowhere were heard "You rushed
it," said Margar.
"I did not." Said the male voice indignantly
"Well where are we going to go with the plot line now Toby? You've completely
blown the illusion of the genderly neutral typical anime villain being the master mind
when now everyone knows that it is working for someone!"
"Well now that you've told then. Some people might not have guessed!"
"So the chick is Margar and the dude is Toby. Score!" Rock was transformed into
a toad for the duration of the conversation.
"We shall not be referred to as 'Chick' and 'Dude' thank you very much Mr.
Ramza." said Toby. "Oh, oh, oh Margar can I do the narrator voice and the 'To Be
Continued?'"
"We need a title."
"How about Metalic Sky?"
"What the hell does that have to do with anything in the story?" Margar
demanded,
"They fly mobile suits, they're metallic and they're in the sky." It made perfect
sense to Toby.
"No."
"Oh, oh, I've got another one. How about Margar and Toby's Gundam Wing Fan
Fic?"
"Ok we don't want to be that too the point."
"Are we ever going to focus on us ever again? Azriel quickly transforms into a
camel.
"Anything you would like to say Gabriel? Genderly Neutral Typical Anime
Villan? Huh" asked Margar, challenging them to complain.
"I'm good," remarked Gabe
"Me too," said Genderly Neutral Typical Anime Villain.
"Good," stated Margar.
"Now where were we? Titles." Toby was anxious to get back on task.
"Can't you just say TBC?"
Toby began to whine, "But we need a title before the first episode goes out!"
"Fine how about…A long adventurous mystical journey in another world with a
serious lesson …somewhere."
"That one's taken. And just for you saying that we have to put in another
disclaimer!" Toby was getting irritated.

Disclaimer- The Title A long Adventurous Mystical Journey in Another World with a
serious lesson …somewhere Is in no way the property of Margar and Toby. That long
ass title belongs to Ivy, Sayermyst, Adrienne and Margar, but not without the approval of
the other three.

"There are you happy?" demanded Margar.
"Yes."
"Fine. How about Scotch Tape?"
"Make it Scottish Tape and you have a deal."
"No."
"If we leave it Scotch Tape we're going to have to put in another disclaimer. I
mean we already have to since we mentioned it." Toby did have a good point.

Disclaimer- Scotch Tape is in no way the invention or property of the writer of this fan
fic which seems to rip off just about everything.

"Hey just which the first C for a K and we're good," suggested Toby.
"Ok! I now dub this fan fic Skotch Tape WITH A K!" announced Margar
proudly.
"Catchy title."

So zoom in next time for another heart wrenching violent sex filled gratuitous episode of
Skotch tape WITH A K!

Toby yawned. "I'm going to bed."
"Night Abuelo!"