Well hello again, peeps. So very glad that at least some of you liked my fic. ^_^ *author deftly dodges an airborne tomato* Ha, you missed!!
Anyways, here's my second installment of Split Personalities: Gundam Wing version. And be absolutely sure to read and review the X-men Evolution version by happymaximus. If you are experiencing stomach discomfort halfway through the fic, please don't be alarmed; the combination of the badness and corniness of this fic has the amazing effect of triggering the upchuck reflex of any normal human being.

And hey, I just found out that Mariemaia's (sp?) VA also talks for Kitty in X-men: Evolution. ^_^ BWAHA!!


Disclaimer: I believe I already said this but here goes: I do NOT own Gundam Wing!!!!!!! What's wrong with you people?!

Split Personalities: Gundam Wing version
Chapter 2
by the one and only Posypanco

It was a normal day in the Gundam household. Well, as normal as it gets around there. The time was 6:30 p.m. and someone was terribly hungry.

I'm hungry!

Shut up, Maxwell! Do you ever think of anything besides your weak stomach?!

At least I don't think of justice and Nataku 24/7!!!

You shall pay for this insolence, Maxwell!

Trying his best to prevent the oncoming feud, Quatre intervened, Duo, the steaks are almost done, please, just wait for a few more minutes.

Well, as long as Wu-man here will get out of my hair!

I'll cut off your hair the next time you call me Wu-man, Maxwell!!

Wu-man! Wu-man! Wu-man!

Wufei, who couldn't take the injustice anymore, lunged at Duo, sword in hand. He was just about to cut off Duo's braid, when Trowa came out of the kitchen.

The steaks are ready, he announced to everyone.

Heero detached himself from his laptop, Wufei let go of Duo's braid, Duo got up off the floor, and Quatre put down War and Peace. They all proceeded to the table (which was in the kitchen) to partake of the meal Trowa had worked so hard to prepare. Well, Duo actually ran, but that's beside the point.

Halfway through the meal, unbeknownst to the rest of the Gundam guys (but knownst to us ^_~), Trowa stopped eating. His eyes glazed over for a second; he then continued munching on the delicious steak. Wufei spoke up.

Injustice! Trowa, you know I like my steaks medium rare, this steak is well done!

Trowa jumped up, knocking over his chair. He reached for a very rare, not-yet-cooked steak that just happened to be sitting haphazardly on the kitchen counter.

You want it raw, tough guy?! Then, take it . . . RAW!!!

The slab of meat left Trowa's hand, flying through the air. And

~SPLAT!!!~

landed smack dab in the middle of Wu-man's honorable forehead.

Quatre looked shocked that Trowa could do such a thing, Duo cracked up laughing, Heero grunted (), and, needless to say, Wufei exploded.

INJUSTICE!!!!! This is a disgrace to myself and Nataku!!

While Duo and Heero were trying to hold back an insanely angry Wufei, Quatre was proclaiming that they shouldn't be fighting, it wasn't right. Suddenly Quatre stopped speaking. His eyes glazed over for a second, then returned to normal.

Dudes, cut it out!! he shouted loudly.

All movement stopped. Four pairs of eyes were on the peaceful pilot.

Uh, guys, was just me or did Quatre just call us dudes? And since when did he have a German accent?! asked a very confused Duo. First Trowa had flipped and thrown a steak at Wu-man, now Quatre was using words that were very un-Quatre like. Something was definitely wrong here.

But the insanity continued, Hey, instead let's have a party! We can invite all zee chicks. Chicks dig zee fozzy dude! Quatre then jumped up on the table where the five of them were just having a nice home cooked meal. He began dancing. Time to shake that tail, Woo hoo! party, party, party!!

Heero, Wufei, and Duo were even more confused, and just stood there with their mouths hanging open. Trowa, on the other hand, was looking ticked off. He reached up and pulled Quatre off the table.

Quatre was now also very ticked off after having his fun interrupted.

Hey, what's up with you, man?! Quatre demanded.

Grow up! Trowa replied.

Lighten up, dude!

You're always messing around!

And you're seriously cramping my style!!

(Does Quatre have style?! Duo asked himself.)



No, you listen, there's a sound I want you to hear, and it's. . . Quatre scrunched his eyes shut, clenched his fists, and. . . nothing.

Vas?! My powers, they're not working, Quatre exclaimed.

What powers? asked Wufei.

Hn, he looks constipated to me, Heero replied (the potty mouth!).

If you get any of that on my clean floor, you will experience the true wrath of Nataku! Wufei cried, reaching for his mighty sword of justice.

During this exchange, Duo was strangely silent. Surely he would have said something stupid by now. If anyone had taken a moment to look at him, they would have noticed his eyes glaze over for just a second then go back to their normal bluish/purple hue.

Alright, alright, break it up. Slim, Elf, you get to clean the X-jet top to bottom.

Trowa and Quatre groaned, Come on Wolverine, we were just playin' around, we're cool, right Kurt?

replied Quatre, giving a thumbs up.

Duo grunted, something that is reserved solely for Heero, You're not getting off that easily. You're comin' with me, squirts.

Duo pushed the crestfallen down the hall in search of the nonexistent X-jet with the intention to make the two G-boys put in who knows how many hours into cleaning with a toothbrush.

Wufei and Heero were left dumbstruck.

Heero finally spoke up pulling out a gun from. . . uh. . . somewhere, They will endanger the mission, they must be disposed of.

Before Wufei had a chance to reply, Duo walked back into the room, sniffing for something. Something neither Heero or Wufei saw. Duo walked around the room sniffing and growling like some kind of animal.

*Growl* He's close, I can smell him, he said to no one in particular.

Suddenly he howled and ran out the door. Duo went down to the street and kicked a poor unsuspecting citizen off his motorcycle.

Sorry, bub, gotta borrow this for a while, Duo told the biker-dude gruffly. With that he drove off in close pursuit of absolutely nothing.

Heero and Wufei, who were still inside, were even more confused. Since when did Trowa and Quatre fight with each other? And where the heck did Duo go?! But sadly, the day was not over yet. (BWAHA!)

Wufei spoke up, This is an injustice! We have to change the three delinquents back to normal!

Hn, Mission Accepted.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

*knock knock*

The Perfect Soldier cautiously went to the door, hoping it wasn't any more crazy people coming to visit. He slowly opened the door and was greatly relieved when he saw it was just Mariemaia and Lady Une. They were the least likely to go crazy. Boy, was he ever wrong. (heehee)

Like, hi! Have you like seen Scott? He was like supposed to give me a ride to school, but he totally forgot. Oh the horror! This was Mariemaia Khushrenada talking like, yes, a valley girl!

Then just to make it worse, Quatre walked back into the room, looking very tired.

Gutentag, Katchen!

Like, hi Kurt! Have you seen Scott? Oh, yeah I like almost forgot, Kurt, can you like tell me what you think of these muffins? I like made them in Home Ec class.

Mariemaia pulled out a Ziploc bag filled with her homemade muffins. She took out one and handed it to Quatre, who was looking very green all of a sudden.

Uhh, sorry Kittee, I, uh, just ate lunch, he said backing away from the offending muffins,

Like, wait Kurt! You have to try my muffins! she exclaimed running after him.

What the heck is wrong with the G-boyz? Will they ever return to normal? Tune in next time for Split Personalities!!!!




Yay!! End of chapter two!! I really didn't want to cut it off before resolving everything, but oh well. I'll try to get the next chappie up as soon as I get rid of this retarted writer's block. ^_~ Suggestions are welcome.


~Posypanco