Mobile Fighter G Gundam: A Wolf By the Ears
Chapter I- Daughter Problems
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DarkDragon: Hiya all! This is your fave authoress, DarkDragon!
Stalker: Who ever said you were our favorite?
DarkDragon: Who ever said you'd live?
Stalker: *gulp* I think I'll shut up now.
DarkDragon: Good.
Chibodee: Was that absolutely necessary?
DarkDragon: What, shutting him up?
Chibodee: No, making my only daughter a freak after you killed my wife.
DarkDragon: I guess not. Well, actually, I planned to make your daughter a wolf-girl from the beginning. I just though killing off Shirley would make it all the worse. Make you more desperate. And I like killing people.
Chibodee: *sweatdrop* You're evil, completely evil.
DarkDragon: Down to the core. *smiles* ^_^;
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The girl--young woman, actually--walked down the hall, careful to keep the bandana covering her hair. Her yellow-green eyes watched every passing person nervously. Her second day in University High school and she didn't want anyone to know who she really was. Not yet. Yet she also scanned the packed halls for two other things: her first class and the only person who knew the real her and liked her. She found the latter first.
"Nicole! Arrêt, fille!" she called. Her friend was Neo-French, that much was obvious. She had striking red hair and blue eyes. She lived with her mother, her father lived in Neo-France. Be that as it may, she was nothing like either of her parents. Her father, the famous George de Sand, lived with her brother Pierre in Neo-France, while her mother, Maria-Louise, took care of her in the small California town.
"Des, porquoi est tu tard?" the girl, Nicole, asked.
"Je m'erévillé tard," the other girl replied. They switched to English.
"Did your mother take you?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah. The limo's still outside," Nicole's friend said with a sly smile.
"I'm not ditching school yet, Destiny," Nicole said sternly.
"Once everyone finds out you're just gonna retreat to a gym again," Destiny de Sand predicted knowingly.
"I know, but still." Nicole shrugged. She looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Damn! The first bell rings in two minutes and my first class is half-way across the school!"
Fortunately, she was faster than most. Taking off at a sprint she dodged around people, looking like a zigzagging bolt. It was then that her bandana fell off. There was a collective gasp, and then quiet. Then the whispers started. Slowly and quietly at first, but gaining volume as time passed. Nicole picked up her bandana, and fled. She rounded a corner and found herself staring at the doors of the school. Without hesitation, she pushed one and ran out. She knew her way around, and soon found the fitness center. Stepping in, she showed her ID to the clerk on duty and found her way to the punching bags. Seeing as nobody was around, she removed her bandana. Red-tinted wolf's ears perked and she relaxed slightly. It hurt to keep them under a bandana. Then she began a furious workout.
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" 'Ey, Nikki!" Des shouted and ran up to her friend. "I still don't know how you got that ID," Destiny said when she reached Nicole.
"Dad pulled some strings," Nicole answered simply and continued her workout, ignoring her protesting muscles and sweat-coated clothes.
"Like he did in Jr. High? And Elementary? And soon will have to do for Uni High?" Des asked, raising an eyebrow. Nicole didn't answer. "I know it's hard--"
"You wouldn't believe," Nicole interrupted. Des continued.
"I know it's hard, but you need to stay in school to get to represent Neo- America in the Gundam fights!" Des finished.
"Dad never got past high school," Nicole pointed out.
"At this rate, you won't reach second year," Des said. Nicole ignored her. "Why don't you rest before that bag breaks," she suggested. Nicole looked at her and gestured across the room. Two other punching bags hung ripped open, the sand spilling onto the floor. But she sighed in defeat.
"I need to rest anyway," she finally agreed. Des nodded. They went downstairs and out of the center. Nicole tried her best to ignore the whispers as she passed people. Some pointed at her odd yellow-to-green eyes, others at her red ears. Des didn't spare them a glance, though Nicole was becoming uneasy. Finally Nicole pulled her best friend into an alley. "Let's use the roofs, Des. I don't like when people stare at my ears."
"Keep em under your bandana," Des suggested.
"They're still sore from this morning. Des, they're sensitive!" Nicole said, and practically flew up an emergency stair. Destiny sighed and followed her up. There they hopped roofs until they reached the gates of Nicole's house. Inside the gates there was a grass field with a winding path, and poppies--the state flower--in neat rows. Then there was the mansion-like house. It looked Victorian, with a widow's walk and high, slanted roofs. The wooden planks were painted in red, white and blue. Most of the inhabitants of Irvine, CA felt very honored to have Chibodee Crocket in their city, however small.
"I guess we split here," Des said. Nicole nodded and jumped down from the roof. Des landed beside her, with a flowing grace only the de Sand family possessed. Nicole then took a running start and jumped over the fence. She waved to Des, then continued up the cobbled path. She removed her key from her book bag and unlocked the front door. Setting her bag down, she proceeded to the kitchen to have a snack.
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"Hey, Nikki! Nikki, where are you?" Chibodee called, trying to find his daughter. He finally found her in his personal gym, stringing a new punching bag. He noticed the old one lay in the trash with the sand in a neat pile next to it. "Rough day?"
Nicole's ears perked, she had heard him, but didn't turn from her work. Chibodee got the hint. He rubbed his temples in frustration and aggravation. "What period did you skip this time?"
"Before first," Nicole replied. Instead of the scolding she usually got, she got something quite different.
"How many times, Nicole, how many times?" he asked with a groan. Then he left. Nicole's ears flattened against her head in shame. She could hear the disappointment in his voice; it dripped disappointment.
"DAMN!!" she yelled, and threw a punch at the new bag. It took the punch, but the one after it tore a hole in the material. Nicole stomped outside, her ears now standing rigid in anger. She spied a tree. "BURNING PUNCH!" she cried, and soon the tree was engulfed in flames. She watched them dance, and as the tree turned to ashes her anger did as well, she flopped down on the grass, exhausted.
***
Chibodee watched the tree burn as well. Deciding something should be done, he called up Bunny and the girls.
"Hello? Cath speaking," a soft voice replied.
"Cath, it's Chibodee," Chibodee said into the phone.
"Oh, hey Boss!" Cath said.
"I'm having trouble with Nicole. She's skipping school because kids tease her, and I don't know what to do," he said softly.
"Nikki again?" Cath asked. "I'll get Bunny."
"Thanks Cath," Chibodee said. Soon Bunny was on.
"I understand that Nicole is having academic problems?" Bunny asked.
"Yeah, big ones. It's the second day of school and she played hookie," Chibodee said.
"It's the ears, right? Her wolf ears," Bunny said. It was more of a statement than a question.
"I don't know what to do," he said. "I moved from NYC to get away from this, and now it's just happening all over again."
"I know Boss," Bunny said soothingly. "I'll come over, with some friends, and see what I can do."
"What friends?" Chibodee asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry. We'll be there by tomorrow," Janet added, it seemed she'd picked up another phone. Chibodee looked at the ashes that used to be a tree, and his daughter lying on the grass.
"Just get here quick," he said. "I don't know what she'll do."
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Chibodee: That was pretty pointless.
DarkDragon: What's your point?
Chibodee: Nothing. But nothing happened! I want action!!
DarkDragon: I can have you and her get into a fight and she runs away and gets in a hit and run accident and dies. Would that make you happy?
Chibodee: *pouts* I hate you.
DarkDragon: *looks innocent* I luv you too, Chib-chan.
Chibodee: *glares* If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under.
DarkDragon: They can't, so tough.
Chibodee: *stalks off muttering something about 'no death and destruction'*
DarkDragon: Death, destruction, blood, gore, death, and even more death.I love angst.
PS: If you think I got the French wrong, put it in a review. Thanx, pplz!
Random Thought: Don't Do Drugs! D.A.R.E.! Live a drug-free life! Drug- free is the way to be!!
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TO THE REVIEWERS:
Avalon Forever: Thanx for reviewing chapter two. You're the only one who has. *sniff, sniff* I'm glad you think this story is cool, and I did check out your story.
~*DarkDragon*~
Chapter I- Daughter Problems
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DarkDragon: Hiya all! This is your fave authoress, DarkDragon!
Stalker: Who ever said you were our favorite?
DarkDragon: Who ever said you'd live?
Stalker: *gulp* I think I'll shut up now.
DarkDragon: Good.
Chibodee: Was that absolutely necessary?
DarkDragon: What, shutting him up?
Chibodee: No, making my only daughter a freak after you killed my wife.
DarkDragon: I guess not. Well, actually, I planned to make your daughter a wolf-girl from the beginning. I just though killing off Shirley would make it all the worse. Make you more desperate. And I like killing people.
Chibodee: *sweatdrop* You're evil, completely evil.
DarkDragon: Down to the core. *smiles* ^_^;
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The girl--young woman, actually--walked down the hall, careful to keep the bandana covering her hair. Her yellow-green eyes watched every passing person nervously. Her second day in University High school and she didn't want anyone to know who she really was. Not yet. Yet she also scanned the packed halls for two other things: her first class and the only person who knew the real her and liked her. She found the latter first.
"Nicole! Arrêt, fille!" she called. Her friend was Neo-French, that much was obvious. She had striking red hair and blue eyes. She lived with her mother, her father lived in Neo-France. Be that as it may, she was nothing like either of her parents. Her father, the famous George de Sand, lived with her brother Pierre in Neo-France, while her mother, Maria-Louise, took care of her in the small California town.
"Des, porquoi est tu tard?" the girl, Nicole, asked.
"Je m'erévillé tard," the other girl replied. They switched to English.
"Did your mother take you?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah. The limo's still outside," Nicole's friend said with a sly smile.
"I'm not ditching school yet, Destiny," Nicole said sternly.
"Once everyone finds out you're just gonna retreat to a gym again," Destiny de Sand predicted knowingly.
"I know, but still." Nicole shrugged. She looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Damn! The first bell rings in two minutes and my first class is half-way across the school!"
Fortunately, she was faster than most. Taking off at a sprint she dodged around people, looking like a zigzagging bolt. It was then that her bandana fell off. There was a collective gasp, and then quiet. Then the whispers started. Slowly and quietly at first, but gaining volume as time passed. Nicole picked up her bandana, and fled. She rounded a corner and found herself staring at the doors of the school. Without hesitation, she pushed one and ran out. She knew her way around, and soon found the fitness center. Stepping in, she showed her ID to the clerk on duty and found her way to the punching bags. Seeing as nobody was around, she removed her bandana. Red-tinted wolf's ears perked and she relaxed slightly. It hurt to keep them under a bandana. Then she began a furious workout.
***
" 'Ey, Nikki!" Des shouted and ran up to her friend. "I still don't know how you got that ID," Destiny said when she reached Nicole.
"Dad pulled some strings," Nicole answered simply and continued her workout, ignoring her protesting muscles and sweat-coated clothes.
"Like he did in Jr. High? And Elementary? And soon will have to do for Uni High?" Des asked, raising an eyebrow. Nicole didn't answer. "I know it's hard--"
"You wouldn't believe," Nicole interrupted. Des continued.
"I know it's hard, but you need to stay in school to get to represent Neo- America in the Gundam fights!" Des finished.
"Dad never got past high school," Nicole pointed out.
"At this rate, you won't reach second year," Des said. Nicole ignored her. "Why don't you rest before that bag breaks," she suggested. Nicole looked at her and gestured across the room. Two other punching bags hung ripped open, the sand spilling onto the floor. But she sighed in defeat.
"I need to rest anyway," she finally agreed. Des nodded. They went downstairs and out of the center. Nicole tried her best to ignore the whispers as she passed people. Some pointed at her odd yellow-to-green eyes, others at her red ears. Des didn't spare them a glance, though Nicole was becoming uneasy. Finally Nicole pulled her best friend into an alley. "Let's use the roofs, Des. I don't like when people stare at my ears."
"Keep em under your bandana," Des suggested.
"They're still sore from this morning. Des, they're sensitive!" Nicole said, and practically flew up an emergency stair. Destiny sighed and followed her up. There they hopped roofs until they reached the gates of Nicole's house. Inside the gates there was a grass field with a winding path, and poppies--the state flower--in neat rows. Then there was the mansion-like house. It looked Victorian, with a widow's walk and high, slanted roofs. The wooden planks were painted in red, white and blue. Most of the inhabitants of Irvine, CA felt very honored to have Chibodee Crocket in their city, however small.
"I guess we split here," Des said. Nicole nodded and jumped down from the roof. Des landed beside her, with a flowing grace only the de Sand family possessed. Nicole then took a running start and jumped over the fence. She waved to Des, then continued up the cobbled path. She removed her key from her book bag and unlocked the front door. Setting her bag down, she proceeded to the kitchen to have a snack.
***
"Hey, Nikki! Nikki, where are you?" Chibodee called, trying to find his daughter. He finally found her in his personal gym, stringing a new punching bag. He noticed the old one lay in the trash with the sand in a neat pile next to it. "Rough day?"
Nicole's ears perked, she had heard him, but didn't turn from her work. Chibodee got the hint. He rubbed his temples in frustration and aggravation. "What period did you skip this time?"
"Before first," Nicole replied. Instead of the scolding she usually got, she got something quite different.
"How many times, Nicole, how many times?" he asked with a groan. Then he left. Nicole's ears flattened against her head in shame. She could hear the disappointment in his voice; it dripped disappointment.
"DAMN!!" she yelled, and threw a punch at the new bag. It took the punch, but the one after it tore a hole in the material. Nicole stomped outside, her ears now standing rigid in anger. She spied a tree. "BURNING PUNCH!" she cried, and soon the tree was engulfed in flames. She watched them dance, and as the tree turned to ashes her anger did as well, she flopped down on the grass, exhausted.
***
Chibodee watched the tree burn as well. Deciding something should be done, he called up Bunny and the girls.
"Hello? Cath speaking," a soft voice replied.
"Cath, it's Chibodee," Chibodee said into the phone.
"Oh, hey Boss!" Cath said.
"I'm having trouble with Nicole. She's skipping school because kids tease her, and I don't know what to do," he said softly.
"Nikki again?" Cath asked. "I'll get Bunny."
"Thanks Cath," Chibodee said. Soon Bunny was on.
"I understand that Nicole is having academic problems?" Bunny asked.
"Yeah, big ones. It's the second day of school and she played hookie," Chibodee said.
"It's the ears, right? Her wolf ears," Bunny said. It was more of a statement than a question.
"I don't know what to do," he said. "I moved from NYC to get away from this, and now it's just happening all over again."
"I know Boss," Bunny said soothingly. "I'll come over, with some friends, and see what I can do."
"What friends?" Chibodee asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry. We'll be there by tomorrow," Janet added, it seemed she'd picked up another phone. Chibodee looked at the ashes that used to be a tree, and his daughter lying on the grass.
"Just get here quick," he said. "I don't know what she'll do."
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Chibodee: That was pretty pointless.
DarkDragon: What's your point?
Chibodee: Nothing. But nothing happened! I want action!!
DarkDragon: I can have you and her get into a fight and she runs away and gets in a hit and run accident and dies. Would that make you happy?
Chibodee: *pouts* I hate you.
DarkDragon: *looks innocent* I luv you too, Chib-chan.
Chibodee: *glares* If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under.
DarkDragon: They can't, so tough.
Chibodee: *stalks off muttering something about 'no death and destruction'*
DarkDragon: Death, destruction, blood, gore, death, and even more death.I love angst.
PS: If you think I got the French wrong, put it in a review. Thanx, pplz!
Random Thought: Don't Do Drugs! D.A.R.E.! Live a drug-free life! Drug- free is the way to be!!
Random Advertisement: Put the pieces into the slots, make the right selections. But be quick you're racing the clock.POW!! Pop goes Perfection (from Milton-Bradly)!
TO THE REVIEWERS:
Avalon Forever: Thanx for reviewing chapter two. You're the only one who has. *sniff, sniff* I'm glad you think this story is cool, and I did check out your story.
~*DarkDragon*~