WYLS
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including yaoi (slash) and het implications)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 9: The Author Gets It
OR
Wufei Finds His Script
OR
The Author Inserts Herself for the
Sole Purpose of Revealing What WYLS
Stands For
Wufei surpressed a maniacal laugh as he approached the stairs. Finally. It had taken a lot of work, mostly using the files in Ted's office, but he had finally discovered the source of his problems. He was minutes away from reclaiming his script and whatever dignity remained with it. He silently climbed the stairs and crept up to the door at the top. It was open, so he angled himself so that he could see inside.
"A girl. A damn woman!" Wufei thought as he peered into the room. It was an average looking bedroom. There was a bed - a very low framed futon, an entertainment center with games, cds and videos strewn in front of it, a desk with a computer, and ... HER. She was sitting at the desk, facing away from the door.
Wufei silently stepped into the room. He carefully approached the girl, but realized she was totally engrossed in typing, only occasionally breaking the constant clicking noise when she glanced down at a booklet which looked as if it had seen better days.
The Chinese boy bit his lip to keep from making a noise as he realized that the booklet was his script. He looked from the script to the back of the girl's head. He smiled in a way that would have put Maxwell's Shinigami persona to shame.
The sound of Wufei's sword being drawn drew the girl's attention, and she turned abruptly. The site of a Gundam pilot standing in her bedroom, weapon drawn, caused the girl to squeak.
"Hello." Wufei smiled. He was going to have fun, by damn! "Karma, isn't it?"
"Uh...in some circles." The girl replied. She couldn't seem to decide what was going on.
"You know why I'm here, don't you Karma?" Wufei lazily looked at his sword, then back to the girl. He blinked as she looked him up and down and smiled. He'd seen that look too many times. "I don't think so, woman! Try again!"
"Oh, well then, you must be here to sign up for the pissing contest off the Great Wall." 'Karma' had the audacity to smile.
"Obviously, I am going to be forced to make this a bit more," Wufei swiftly brought his sword up to attack position, "serious."
**
Karma's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit!" She thought, as she quickly glanced about the room, trying to decide what to do. Her gaze rested briefly on the weapons rack. A baton, a whip and a sword. She jumped up and, in a stunning show of idiocy, grabbed the sword. She turned to Wufei as she unsheathed it. He was smiling. A predatory type of smile. Karma glanced at his sword, then down to the one she held, and back to his. "Bad idea," she muttered.
About five seconds later Wufei proved just how bad an idea it was, as he disarmed her and knocked her flat on her ass. He kept the sword pointed at her as he leaned over and swiped his script from her desk.
"Nothing to say?" He asked.
"Uh...should have grabbed the whip?" Karma replied.
Wufei raised his eyebrows at that comment, then looked up at the weapons rack a few feet above the girl's head. His eyes became distant and his face did it's impression of a coke can...well, a hot one, anyway. His attention was caught once again as Karma began laughing.
"Woman!" He screamed in outrage.
"Sorry! But after all this!" Karma let a few more chuckles escape her lips. She shook her head as she eyed the boy in front of her. "Wufei, you little slut!" (WYLS)
**********
Reviews appreciated...this is the final chapter, though there are 2 more parts..um...an epilogue and a special "author got really crazy" part...you'll see what I mean.
Anyway, that was me in the fic...and the room was mine... and the weapons' rack exists. As for what is on it... I'll let you decide if I was lying. (though the original of this story tells you..it's at my website, though :) )
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. Including yaoi (slash) and het implications)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 9: The Author Gets It
OR
Wufei Finds His Script
OR
The Author Inserts Herself for the
Sole Purpose of Revealing What WYLS
Stands For
Wufei surpressed a maniacal laugh as he approached the stairs. Finally. It had taken a lot of work, mostly using the files in Ted's office, but he had finally discovered the source of his problems. He was minutes away from reclaiming his script and whatever dignity remained with it. He silently climbed the stairs and crept up to the door at the top. It was open, so he angled himself so that he could see inside.
"A girl. A damn woman!" Wufei thought as he peered into the room. It was an average looking bedroom. There was a bed - a very low framed futon, an entertainment center with games, cds and videos strewn in front of it, a desk with a computer, and ... HER. She was sitting at the desk, facing away from the door.
Wufei silently stepped into the room. He carefully approached the girl, but realized she was totally engrossed in typing, only occasionally breaking the constant clicking noise when she glanced down at a booklet which looked as if it had seen better days.
The Chinese boy bit his lip to keep from making a noise as he realized that the booklet was his script. He looked from the script to the back of the girl's head. He smiled in a way that would have put Maxwell's Shinigami persona to shame.
The sound of Wufei's sword being drawn drew the girl's attention, and she turned abruptly. The site of a Gundam pilot standing in her bedroom, weapon drawn, caused the girl to squeak.
"Hello." Wufei smiled. He was going to have fun, by damn! "Karma, isn't it?"
"Uh...in some circles." The girl replied. She couldn't seem to decide what was going on.
"You know why I'm here, don't you Karma?" Wufei lazily looked at his sword, then back to the girl. He blinked as she looked him up and down and smiled. He'd seen that look too many times. "I don't think so, woman! Try again!"
"Oh, well then, you must be here to sign up for the pissing contest off the Great Wall." 'Karma' had the audacity to smile.
"Obviously, I am going to be forced to make this a bit more," Wufei swiftly brought his sword up to attack position, "serious."
**
Karma's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit!" She thought, as she quickly glanced about the room, trying to decide what to do. Her gaze rested briefly on the weapons rack. A baton, a whip and a sword. She jumped up and, in a stunning show of idiocy, grabbed the sword. She turned to Wufei as she unsheathed it. He was smiling. A predatory type of smile. Karma glanced at his sword, then down to the one she held, and back to his. "Bad idea," she muttered.
About five seconds later Wufei proved just how bad an idea it was, as he disarmed her and knocked her flat on her ass. He kept the sword pointed at her as he leaned over and swiped his script from her desk.
"Nothing to say?" He asked.
"Uh...should have grabbed the whip?" Karma replied.
Wufei raised his eyebrows at that comment, then looked up at the weapons rack a few feet above the girl's head. His eyes became distant and his face did it's impression of a coke can...well, a hot one, anyway. His attention was caught once again as Karma began laughing.
"Woman!" He screamed in outrage.
"Sorry! But after all this!" Karma let a few more chuckles escape her lips. She shook her head as she eyed the boy in front of her. "Wufei, you little slut!" (WYLS)
**********
Reviews appreciated...this is the final chapter, though there are 2 more parts..um...an epilogue and a special "author got really crazy" part...you'll see what I mean.
Anyway, that was me in the fic...and the room was mine... and the weapons' rack exists. As for what is on it... I'll let you decide if I was lying. (though the original of this story tells you..it's at my website, though :) )