The Day the Gundam Characters Join the Circus-by Kasumi007 (of course!)
A/N: Hi guys! I can't believe I'm writing another humor fic.*head droops and shoulders slump*, but still, I'm happy to partake of my happiness. The parts here may be corny, but please, still R&R!
Summary: The Gundam pilots have nowhere to go, due to the fact that their days as pilots are over. Since Trowa's the only who has a job, will they follow in his footsteps? Chapter 1: First day in the job
"Wow." Duo Maxwell breathed, staring at the gigantic circus tent open-mouthed in admiration
"Close you big mouth, Maxwell. You're practically drooling." Wufei Chang snapped, aware of the fact that Duo had been drooling. There was now a mini-puddle of saliva at the braided wonder's feet. "So this is where you've been working," Quatre Winner said, eyeing the tent carefully. "Yeah. Neat, huh?" Trowa Barton said, looking around his long lost, pathetic excuse for a house. "Neat?" Duo Maxwell asked in disdain, his admiration for the place now replaced by bafflement. And he, thankfully, already stopped drooling.
Of course, Heero Yuy, the guy who seemed to hate everyone just grunted. This was totally normal. To the other guys, it would almost seem a miracle if hero talked. "What's your work here, Trowa?" Wufei asked.
"I'd rather not say," Trowa answered, seeming embarrassed. "He's a clown!" Duo snorted, his face red with laughter, and once again, his wide mouth sent saliva flowing to the once clean ground.
Trowa frowned. "Shut up, Duo." Then he added to the others, " don't mind him, follow him." Trowa led them to the backstage of the circus, where they met with a man with an over-curled goatee.
"You're back, Trowa," said goatee man.
"Yes, I am," Trowa answered, sarcasm dripping in his words, which was unusual, since he was usually so kind.
"Am I right to guess that you're here to join us once again?" goatee man asked. "I will be joining you once again, but so will my friends," Trowa replied, stepping back to let him see Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufei.
"Newcomers, I see," goatee man commented. "Now, the four of you will have to meet with our new ringmaster before you will have your jobs. Your salary will be based on your performance, and I will not guarantee anything, understand? Now please follow me." He then stood, twirling his unusually over curled goatee, and went to the main tent.
The five of them followed the man until the other end of the tent, where he stopped. In front of him, or them, you can say, was a girl of about 16, with waist-length black hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a black shirt with some words and green elephant pants-you know, the pants that are really big that kind of thingy? She was grinning, but it was also obvious that she was curious. "Trowa and company, this is your new ringmaster, Kasumi Miyazawa," goatee man said to the pilots. He then turned to Kasumi, "Kasumi, this five will be new additions to your troop. I haven't assigned their positions yet, so it's up to you now. Good luck." Goatee man strode off to backstage and disappeared behind the door.
"Not very friendly, is he?" Duo muttered.
Suddenly , Kasumi clapped her hands for their attention. " Listen up, you.one.two.. three.four.five, "she counted. "I figured that before we even get started, we should introduce ourselves first." She gave Heero a pointed look. "You are.?" Heero grunted.
"Your name's grunt?" Kasumi asked sarcastically. And Quatre, who obviously thought Kasumi couldn't handle Heero, said, "His name's Heero. Heero Yuy." "Thanks." Kasumi said, but it was obvious that she didn't mean it. "And you, our good Samaritan, is.?" she asked Quatre.
"Quatre. Quatre Raberba Winner," the blonde answered.
"Raberba?" Kasumi asked in estrangement. The name was completely to her-it kinda sounded like a funeral parlor-, and, though she knew it was rude, she wasn't afraid how she felt.
"Yeah, Raberba." Quatre confirmed.
"Ooohh." Kasumi said. She turned to Duo. "Who're you?" "Duo Maxwell. Braided wonder to others, t your service ma'am." Duo said jokingly, bowing. "Ha, ha." Kasumi said dryly. She now turned to Wufei, "And who might you be?" "Wufei Chang, last member of the Dragon Clan." Wufei said, his voice full of ego and pride. Kasumi, who didn't like people like him, noticed this, and said, "Last member of the Dragon Clan? What do I care?" "You don't know the Dragon Clan?" Wufei asked in amazement. "Nope. Are they a new band or something? Anyway, I've never heard of them." She looked at Trowa, "Last but not the least, who're you?" At Kasumi's words, Wufei's ego became flattened like dry, tasteless, pancakes in one big burst. He just looked at the ground, shaking his head, and muttering, "She doesn't know the Dragon Clan...the stupid ringmaster DOESN'T KNOW THE DRAGON CLAN..she doesn't know..SHE DOESN'T KNOW.." He looked like he was ready to go to the mental hospital any minute now.
In any case, Trowa still answered Kasumi's question. "I'm Trowa Barton."
"You're Trowa Barton?" Kasumi asked. " Then that means that you're the acrobat-clown mix?"
"Acrobat-clown mix? What are you talking about?" "When I first came here. I used to hear stories about an acrobat-clown mix named Trowa Barton. Of course, being in the circus, I believed them. The stories they told me were unreal. One said that you looked like a clown eve without you make-up. Another one even said that Trowa had long, bushy, dark, purple hair." Trowa hung his head, gaping soundlessly like an idiot. "Now," Kasumi said. "Since our introductions are over, I will have to put you through a training course to see what positions fit you best. Of course, Trowa will be exempted since he is immediately an acrobat-clown. Understood, everybody?" "Training course?" Quatre asked. "Yeah, bet it'll be easy. Loads of sissy, girly, useless stuff." Duo said confidently, but inside, he wasn't so sure, because the gleam in Kasumi's eye said a wholly different thing.
A/N: Hey minna-san! I'm not really sure which positions the pilots should have, so it would really be great if you'd give me suggestions through reviewing. Please R&R
A/N: Hi guys! I can't believe I'm writing another humor fic.*head droops and shoulders slump*, but still, I'm happy to partake of my happiness. The parts here may be corny, but please, still R&R!
Summary: The Gundam pilots have nowhere to go, due to the fact that their days as pilots are over. Since Trowa's the only who has a job, will they follow in his footsteps? Chapter 1: First day in the job
"Wow." Duo Maxwell breathed, staring at the gigantic circus tent open-mouthed in admiration
"Close you big mouth, Maxwell. You're practically drooling." Wufei Chang snapped, aware of the fact that Duo had been drooling. There was now a mini-puddle of saliva at the braided wonder's feet. "So this is where you've been working," Quatre Winner said, eyeing the tent carefully. "Yeah. Neat, huh?" Trowa Barton said, looking around his long lost, pathetic excuse for a house. "Neat?" Duo Maxwell asked in disdain, his admiration for the place now replaced by bafflement. And he, thankfully, already stopped drooling.
Of course, Heero Yuy, the guy who seemed to hate everyone just grunted. This was totally normal. To the other guys, it would almost seem a miracle if hero talked. "What's your work here, Trowa?" Wufei asked.
"I'd rather not say," Trowa answered, seeming embarrassed. "He's a clown!" Duo snorted, his face red with laughter, and once again, his wide mouth sent saliva flowing to the once clean ground.
Trowa frowned. "Shut up, Duo." Then he added to the others, " don't mind him, follow him." Trowa led them to the backstage of the circus, where they met with a man with an over-curled goatee.
"You're back, Trowa," said goatee man.
"Yes, I am," Trowa answered, sarcasm dripping in his words, which was unusual, since he was usually so kind.
"Am I right to guess that you're here to join us once again?" goatee man asked. "I will be joining you once again, but so will my friends," Trowa replied, stepping back to let him see Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufei.
"Newcomers, I see," goatee man commented. "Now, the four of you will have to meet with our new ringmaster before you will have your jobs. Your salary will be based on your performance, and I will not guarantee anything, understand? Now please follow me." He then stood, twirling his unusually over curled goatee, and went to the main tent.
The five of them followed the man until the other end of the tent, where he stopped. In front of him, or them, you can say, was a girl of about 16, with waist-length black hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a black shirt with some words and green elephant pants-you know, the pants that are really big that kind of thingy? She was grinning, but it was also obvious that she was curious. "Trowa and company, this is your new ringmaster, Kasumi Miyazawa," goatee man said to the pilots. He then turned to Kasumi, "Kasumi, this five will be new additions to your troop. I haven't assigned their positions yet, so it's up to you now. Good luck." Goatee man strode off to backstage and disappeared behind the door.
"Not very friendly, is he?" Duo muttered.
Suddenly , Kasumi clapped her hands for their attention. " Listen up, you.one.two.. three.four.five, "she counted. "I figured that before we even get started, we should introduce ourselves first." She gave Heero a pointed look. "You are.?" Heero grunted.
"Your name's grunt?" Kasumi asked sarcastically. And Quatre, who obviously thought Kasumi couldn't handle Heero, said, "His name's Heero. Heero Yuy." "Thanks." Kasumi said, but it was obvious that she didn't mean it. "And you, our good Samaritan, is.?" she asked Quatre.
"Quatre. Quatre Raberba Winner," the blonde answered.
"Raberba?" Kasumi asked in estrangement. The name was completely to her-it kinda sounded like a funeral parlor-, and, though she knew it was rude, she wasn't afraid how she felt.
"Yeah, Raberba." Quatre confirmed.
"Ooohh." Kasumi said. She turned to Duo. "Who're you?" "Duo Maxwell. Braided wonder to others, t your service ma'am." Duo said jokingly, bowing. "Ha, ha." Kasumi said dryly. She now turned to Wufei, "And who might you be?" "Wufei Chang, last member of the Dragon Clan." Wufei said, his voice full of ego and pride. Kasumi, who didn't like people like him, noticed this, and said, "Last member of the Dragon Clan? What do I care?" "You don't know the Dragon Clan?" Wufei asked in amazement. "Nope. Are they a new band or something? Anyway, I've never heard of them." She looked at Trowa, "Last but not the least, who're you?" At Kasumi's words, Wufei's ego became flattened like dry, tasteless, pancakes in one big burst. He just looked at the ground, shaking his head, and muttering, "She doesn't know the Dragon Clan...the stupid ringmaster DOESN'T KNOW THE DRAGON CLAN..she doesn't know..SHE DOESN'T KNOW.." He looked like he was ready to go to the mental hospital any minute now.
In any case, Trowa still answered Kasumi's question. "I'm Trowa Barton."
"You're Trowa Barton?" Kasumi asked. " Then that means that you're the acrobat-clown mix?"
"Acrobat-clown mix? What are you talking about?" "When I first came here. I used to hear stories about an acrobat-clown mix named Trowa Barton. Of course, being in the circus, I believed them. The stories they told me were unreal. One said that you looked like a clown eve without you make-up. Another one even said that Trowa had long, bushy, dark, purple hair." Trowa hung his head, gaping soundlessly like an idiot. "Now," Kasumi said. "Since our introductions are over, I will have to put you through a training course to see what positions fit you best. Of course, Trowa will be exempted since he is immediately an acrobat-clown. Understood, everybody?" "Training course?" Quatre asked. "Yeah, bet it'll be easy. Loads of sissy, girly, useless stuff." Duo said confidently, but inside, he wasn't so sure, because the gleam in Kasumi's eye said a wholly different thing.
A/N: Hey minna-san! I'm not really sure which positions the pilots should have, so it would really be great if you'd give me suggestions through reviewing. Please R&R