Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Anonymous
Chapter VII: It's Alive.It's Alive! (Think Frankenstien)
Gina yawned quietly as she woke. God, I've never been this worn since.since.ever, she thought the next morning. Gina turned slightly to look at Chibodee. He was still sleeping peacefully. Why does he have to look so d*** handsome? I'm not sure who it's gonna be more painful for, me or him.
Chibodee murmured something and reached out with his hand, trying to find Gina. "Morning," she said softly and smiled as an idea entered her mind. I wonder if it works all the time. "Mr. Crickett," she added to her greeting slyly.
The Neo-American was up immediately. "Don't call me that! I think it's an insult-especially after we've slept together, you still can't call me by my last name!" Chibodee scolded.
"I'm not. I just wanted you to get up," Gina replied angelically. She smiled down at Chibodee.
"You little." Chibodee started describing Gina colorfully, but all with a playful grin pasted on his face. He pulled her down back onto the bed and kissed her soundly. Gina wrapped her arms around Chibodee's neck as she kissed him back. "You feeling any better?" he asked finally.
"Tons," Gina said with a fake-but convincing-smile. She felt better than ever before, yet worse than ever before at the same time. She snuggled up close to Chibodee; it made her fell secure and warm. Gina went over the events of the hectic New Year's Eve in her mind. After she had finally given in to Chibodee, they had just kissed for a while, until they realized that Bunny and the others were watching. After a bit of persuading-and a large amount of teasing on everyone else's part-Gina and Chibodee had finally gotten the six people to leave them alone. The only problem was- Gina suddenly realized that morning-the door had been kicked down. They had talked for a while after that, and eventually Gina had fallen asleep against Chibodee's arm.
The young Neo-Mexican was brought back to the present as she realized that Chibodee was saying something. ".Gina, you all right?" Chibodee asked with concern.
"Yeah. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Last night."
Chibodee smiled. God, are all Neo-Mexican girls this wonderful? he asked himself and thought back on the night, too. "You fell asleep against my arm. Was I really that boring?" he asked Gina teasingly.
"No," Gina replied. "I was just tired, that's all."
"Ya know, the next Gundam fight starts in a week," Chibodee said, changing the subject.
"So?" Gina asked.
"Well, Iwassortofwonderingifyou'dliketobemymaidofhonororsomethin'," Chibodee said a bit sheepishly, and very fast.
"Chibodee, I thought only your friend George did things like that," Gina said. The Neo-American looked hurt. "I didn't mean it," Gina apologized once she saw the look on Chibodee's face. "I'd love to be your maid of honor or whatever it is."
Chibodee brightened noticeably. "I only thought that thing was stupid until I met you," he whispered into Gina's ear.
She blushed, turning bright red. "What time is it?" Gina asked, trying to escape the clutches of Chibodee and the bed.
"Frankly, I dunno and I don't care," Chibodee replied and held Gina closer to him. He started running a hand through her hair gently.
"If we don't get up soon, they'll start suspecting something," Gina pointed out. She didn't want to-but knew they had to-get up sometime. Gina kissed Chibodee on the cheek, surprising him and therefore loosening his grip around her waist. She squirmed free of Chibodee and got out of bed.
"Awww," Chibodee said.
"It's noon! Everyone probably thinks we disappeared in a time warp or something," Gina said as she looked at the clock on the wall. "Yikes! God, my clothes are wrinkled! Go figure, I guess that's what sleeping in them does," she muttered under her breath and started digging for a new outfit to wear.
Chibodee came up behind her. "What'cha doin'?" he asked, still half- asleep.
"Looking for something to wear.Bingo!" Gina pulled a dress. She turned around to look at Chibodee's crinkled clothes. "You should go change, too," the Neo-Mexican suggested.
"Okay," Chibodee grumbled. "You know where my room is?"
"Duh! I've been living here for the past year. And besides, your room is the only room with posters of girls on it.I think Rye might have a couple, too, actually. You probably gave them to him.You know you're gonna have to get rid of them, right?" Gina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I do?" Chibodee asked, whining.
"Yeah," Gina replied shortly.
Chibodee walked sullenly out of the room. "I like my posters."
"Too bad," Gina called after him. She walked into the adjoining bathroom and quickly changed into her old white dress. She curled her hair and combed it. Finally-about an hour later-Gina emerged from her room refreshed and clean.
"It sure took you long enough," Chibodee said once Gina had strolled into the kitchen.
The girl eyed Chibodee critically. "Is that the only outfit you have?" she asked, looking at Chibodee's customary shirt, jacket, and pants.
"I like this outfit! You are not taking away my posters and buying me new clothes!" Chibodee said.
"I thought you said you'd do anything for me?" Gina asked as she went to the refrigerator and searched for some orange juice.
"Wha'? Oh, I-Um-Eh-" As shown by the intellectual statement to the left, Chibodee was at a loss for words.
The others in the room, who had gone unnoticed until that moment, started giggling at Chibodee's reply-or lack thereof.
"Don't worry," Gina assured Chibodee with a smile as she found the orange juice. "I like your outift."
"Good." Chibodee sat down at the table with a sigh. "Hey! Am I gonna have to cancel all my subscriptions to those magazines, too?" he asked.
"Think hard," six voices responded at once.
"Listen to them. They're smart." Gina indicated Bunny, Janet, Shirley, Cath, Rye, and Jacque with her thumb.
"Awww," Chibodee sighed and sank lower into his chair.
"Hey, Chibodee! Doesn't the fourteenth Gundam fight start in a week?" Rye asked, trying to brighten up Chibodee's morning-well, afternoon.
"Gee, thanks for reminding me," Chibodee said dryly.
"Why? You don't like Gundam fights?" Rye asked in disbelief.
"After the last tournament. Let's just say I'm seriously considering retirement." Gina walked over to Chibodee and placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. "Thanks, Gina," Chibodee said and kissed her on the cheek. She turned bright red, but sat down next to him anyway.
"If you retire, can I represent Neo-America in the Gundam fight, too?" Rye asked.
"Isn't fighting for Neo-Belgium enough?" Chibodee responded.
"And when do I get my crest?" Rye questioned.
"Wha'? Who told you you were getting a crest?" the Neo-American asked suspiciously.
"No one. I just assumed that-considering that I'm better than you-duh, I'd get a crest," Rye said calmly.
Chibodee's face turned red in anger. Everything is goin' my way, isn't it? he asked himself sarcastically. "I can't predict when people get crests! That's up to only-God-knows-who! And you are not better than me at boxing," the angry Chibodee managed to say through clenched teeth.
Gina looked at Chibodee. Then she started laughing. "You-really-look-so funny-when-you're-angry!" she managed to say in between fits of laughter. Everyone else in the room-except for Chibodee, of course-started laughing as well. Chibodee, on the other hand, fumed silently.
"Hey, are crests eatable?" Jacque asked once he had stopped laughing.
Everyone stared at him. "Should I get a frying pan?" Gina asked Chibodee.
"What for?" Chibodee asked.
"To hit Jacque on the head with," the Neo-Mexican explained.
This time it was Chibodee who burst out laughing. "I think that's actually a good idea!" he managed to say.
"It worked last time," Gina replied with a shrug.
"I still have a bruise from that!" Jacque said. "You need to be reported for child abuse."
"Huh? How do you know what child abuse is in the first place? You're ten- years-old!" Gina asked in surprise.
"And if Gina gets reported for child abuse, you are definitely going to jail for stealing every single eatable item in sight," Chibodee put in.
Jacque gulped. "You really wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked.
"Depends on how much food goes missing in the next week," Gina replied nonchalantly and continued eating her pancakes as Jacque stared at her in horror.
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"Chibodee, who's Domon Kasshu?" Gina asked as she sat down on the couch beside the somewhat unhappy Gundam fighter with a large stack of mail in her hands. "And do you get this much fan mail every single day?"
"Domon? What'd he write? Gimme!" Chibodee responded.
"Okay, okay." Gina let the pile drop on the floor and started searching through it until she found what she was looking for.
"I wonder why he didn't just email me or somethin'," Chibodee muttered under his breath. He tore open the envelope and started reading. "That explains why he didn't email me." Chibodee read on. "Whoa! But-but that's impossible! We killed it-he killed it! They killed it! Whatever. It's DEAD!" the Neo-American screamed at the piece of paper.
"What?" Gina asked and leaned over Chibodee's shoulder to read the letter. Her face turned deathly pale and she looked away. 'I swear, I saw the Dark Gundam. In fact, I know I saw the Dark Gundam. Rain and I were in space, visiting my dad. And we saw this thing go flying by. All three of us recognized it.' The words repeated in Gina's mind over and over.
"Hello? Gina? Earth to Gina," Chibodee called, waving a hand in front of Gina's face. "You look as white as a sheet!"
"I-I'm-fine, Chibodee," Gina lied. "It's just, well. What's the Dark Gundam?" She pretended not to know anything.
"Do you really want to know?" Chibodee asked. Gina nodded. "Oookay. Domon's father created a Gundam called the Ultimate Gundam. But Rain's dad didn't like Dr. Kasshu or somethin' like that. So-I don't remember exactly how.It's been four years, gimme a break!-but somehow Dr. Kasshu ended up in a coma thing, and the Ultimate Gundam, along with Domon's brother Kyoji, went to Earth. Somewhere in the middle of that flight, the Ultimate Gundam malfunctioned and started thinking that the only way to restore Earth back to its former beauty was to destroy humanity. It used Kyoji as a live- source, and this little mirror image of Kyoji, Shwarz, tried to help Domon.And then we get really confusing when the tournament starts. I got infected with DG cells-god, the power that came along with those things! Sometimes I wish I hadn't been cured.Then again, I'd be dead now and wouldn't have met you.-Anyway, so the old Shuffle Alliance died to save me, George the annoying proper 'knight', hyper Sai, and big ol' silent Argo. The freaky thing is, we all got their crests, too. Why'd I have to be the Queen of Spades? Why me? I'm a guy! Ya know, that is so not fair. All the others get cool things like Ace of Club and Black Joker and Jack of Diamonds, but noooo, I get stuck with QUEEN of Spades!"
"Chibodee calm down," Gina said, stifling her laughter. "You're getting off track."
"I am? Oops, sorry." Chibodee sighed. "Why me?" he asked one more time before continuing. "So eventually Domon wins the tournament and then we all go to space to defeat the Dark Gundam thing. Rain-pretty Rain.Owww! What was that for?-Rain ended up being the new life-source for the Dark Gundam. (Kyoji and Shwarz had died.) And Domon ended up making this really annoying pathetic speech to Rain, who was all silver and pretty." Chibodee had that same dreamy look in his eyes. He got back to the story when Gina hit him on the head. "The speech was really stupid ('I'm a man who's ill at ease and knows only how to fight, so this had been a little hard for me, but Rain.I, I love you, Rain! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!' Then Rian sort of got outta her coma thing and screamed, 'Domon!' in this scary voice, and Domon shouted back, 'Rain!' Ya know, I'm surprised at the mental power of Domon. It's amazing that he was able to remember her name.) Together they did this little attack thingy that involved a strange tango- like dance move and the Dark Gundam was destroyed.which doesn't make any sense according to Domon's letter. You think he went a little whacked after that tournament? I mean, having to kill your brother could probably do that to a guy."
Gina already knew most of what Chibodee was saying, but she pretended to listen, anyway. Besides, that had been the most interesting rendition of the thirteenth Gundam fight she had ever heard. "I believe Domon," she said quietly, looking at the floor.
"No offense, hun, but you've never even seen a Gundam before, have you? Why do you believe him, then?" Chibodee asked.
"Well, he is the King of Hearts, after all," Gina pointed out.
"So? That Undefeated of the East guy was totally insane," Chibodee shot back.
"Yeah, but at the end he realized his mistakes," Gina said.
"I guess.Wait! How do you know all these things? I thought you've never heard of Gundams and stuff before you met me? No.Then you were talking about Shwarz Bruder, too. So that would mean that you know everything I just told you and so basically all I was doing was wasting my breath," Chibodee figured.
"Actually, that was a very interesting retelling of the thirteenth Gundam tournament. I've never heard it retold so.descriptively," Gina said, trying to stay serious, but failing. She burst out laughing. " 'Together they did this little attack thingy that involved a strange tango-like dance move.' " Gina quoted. "I think it has a name, ya know."
"Yeah. It's called 'Love Love Techyotan'. Something like that," Chibodee muttered. He knelt down on the floor and started looking at all the mail. "Fan mail, fan mail, fan mail, fan mail, taxes-the girls will take care of that-, fan mail, fan mail.Ah! Here we go!" Chibodee held up a piece of paper victoriously.
Gina leaned over him to read what the envelope said. "The Bachelor" the Neo- Mexican read. Hmmm. This could get interesting. "I'll be right back," she said and left the room, heading for the kitchen.
Chibodee grinned evilly. He chuckled and opened the envelope, eyes dashing quickly from side to side to make sure no one was around. Slowly, Chibodee unfolded the paper. He read it. Yes! Yes! Yes! he thought in joy.
Unaware of the fact that Gina was seeking up behind him, Chibodee suspected nothing. "What'cha looking at?" Gina asked.
The Neo-American was caught totally off-guard and jumped up in fright. "He, he. Nothin'," he said, trying to hide the letter from Gina. Chibodee was too worried to notice the pan in Gina's hand.
"Gimme that letter, Chibodee," Gina ordered.
"What letter?" Chibodee asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Now hand it over," the Neo- Mexican said sternly.
Chibodee looked up at her. "Fine." He sighed and handed the piece of paper to Gina. She scanned the paper and threw it down onto the floor, then hit Chibodee lightly with the frying pan.
"That's what you get for trying to go on one of those stupid TV shows, Chibodee Crockett!" Gina scolded Chibodee.
"OOOOW! That hurt, Gina!" Chibodee rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Did I really hurt you? I didn't mean to. Are you okay, Chi- " Gina was cut off as Chibodee jumped to his feet, a sly smile playing across his face, and kissed her. "I guess you're okay," she said softly, turning red. Gina flopped down onto the sofa; she had felt like her knees would give away any moment if she didn't. "But you still can't be on that show!"
"You're really ruinin' my day, ya know that?" Chibodee said with a smile.
Gina started laughing. She suddenly gasped for air as the voice entered her mind again. 'I saw the Dark Gundam, I know it!' the voice quoted from Domon's letter.
Where are you? Gina asked silently.
'I need some ice cream,' the voice whined.
Flordia? Gina asked.
'Bingo!' the voice said.
Gina rubbed her temples. Can you only quote other people?
'Yeah.'
Well, that sure makes it harder.
'The Dark Gundam was destroyed.which doesn't make any sense according to Domon's letter.'
Was Domon right? Gina asked. Did he really see the-you?
'Yeah.'
They're gonna have to destroy us, aren't they?
'Ah! Here we go!'
I take that as a 'Yes'.
The voice uttered one word. HELP! And then it was gone.
Abrupt ending.Don't kill me! Can't help it, it's a curse. Or a talent, whichever you want. I'm not good at these Author Note things...I find them pointless, unless I have something to say (which rarely happens).
~* ShadowTide *~
Chapter VII: It's Alive.It's Alive! (Think Frankenstien)
Gina yawned quietly as she woke. God, I've never been this worn since.since.ever, she thought the next morning. Gina turned slightly to look at Chibodee. He was still sleeping peacefully. Why does he have to look so d*** handsome? I'm not sure who it's gonna be more painful for, me or him.
Chibodee murmured something and reached out with his hand, trying to find Gina. "Morning," she said softly and smiled as an idea entered her mind. I wonder if it works all the time. "Mr. Crickett," she added to her greeting slyly.
The Neo-American was up immediately. "Don't call me that! I think it's an insult-especially after we've slept together, you still can't call me by my last name!" Chibodee scolded.
"I'm not. I just wanted you to get up," Gina replied angelically. She smiled down at Chibodee.
"You little." Chibodee started describing Gina colorfully, but all with a playful grin pasted on his face. He pulled her down back onto the bed and kissed her soundly. Gina wrapped her arms around Chibodee's neck as she kissed him back. "You feeling any better?" he asked finally.
"Tons," Gina said with a fake-but convincing-smile. She felt better than ever before, yet worse than ever before at the same time. She snuggled up close to Chibodee; it made her fell secure and warm. Gina went over the events of the hectic New Year's Eve in her mind. After she had finally given in to Chibodee, they had just kissed for a while, until they realized that Bunny and the others were watching. After a bit of persuading-and a large amount of teasing on everyone else's part-Gina and Chibodee had finally gotten the six people to leave them alone. The only problem was- Gina suddenly realized that morning-the door had been kicked down. They had talked for a while after that, and eventually Gina had fallen asleep against Chibodee's arm.
The young Neo-Mexican was brought back to the present as she realized that Chibodee was saying something. ".Gina, you all right?" Chibodee asked with concern.
"Yeah. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Last night."
Chibodee smiled. God, are all Neo-Mexican girls this wonderful? he asked himself and thought back on the night, too. "You fell asleep against my arm. Was I really that boring?" he asked Gina teasingly.
"No," Gina replied. "I was just tired, that's all."
"Ya know, the next Gundam fight starts in a week," Chibodee said, changing the subject.
"So?" Gina asked.
"Well, Iwassortofwonderingifyou'dliketobemymaidofhonororsomethin'," Chibodee said a bit sheepishly, and very fast.
"Chibodee, I thought only your friend George did things like that," Gina said. The Neo-American looked hurt. "I didn't mean it," Gina apologized once she saw the look on Chibodee's face. "I'd love to be your maid of honor or whatever it is."
Chibodee brightened noticeably. "I only thought that thing was stupid until I met you," he whispered into Gina's ear.
She blushed, turning bright red. "What time is it?" Gina asked, trying to escape the clutches of Chibodee and the bed.
"Frankly, I dunno and I don't care," Chibodee replied and held Gina closer to him. He started running a hand through her hair gently.
"If we don't get up soon, they'll start suspecting something," Gina pointed out. She didn't want to-but knew they had to-get up sometime. Gina kissed Chibodee on the cheek, surprising him and therefore loosening his grip around her waist. She squirmed free of Chibodee and got out of bed.
"Awww," Chibodee said.
"It's noon! Everyone probably thinks we disappeared in a time warp or something," Gina said as she looked at the clock on the wall. "Yikes! God, my clothes are wrinkled! Go figure, I guess that's what sleeping in them does," she muttered under her breath and started digging for a new outfit to wear.
Chibodee came up behind her. "What'cha doin'?" he asked, still half- asleep.
"Looking for something to wear.Bingo!" Gina pulled a dress. She turned around to look at Chibodee's crinkled clothes. "You should go change, too," the Neo-Mexican suggested.
"Okay," Chibodee grumbled. "You know where my room is?"
"Duh! I've been living here for the past year. And besides, your room is the only room with posters of girls on it.I think Rye might have a couple, too, actually. You probably gave them to him.You know you're gonna have to get rid of them, right?" Gina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I do?" Chibodee asked, whining.
"Yeah," Gina replied shortly.
Chibodee walked sullenly out of the room. "I like my posters."
"Too bad," Gina called after him. She walked into the adjoining bathroom and quickly changed into her old white dress. She curled her hair and combed it. Finally-about an hour later-Gina emerged from her room refreshed and clean.
"It sure took you long enough," Chibodee said once Gina had strolled into the kitchen.
The girl eyed Chibodee critically. "Is that the only outfit you have?" she asked, looking at Chibodee's customary shirt, jacket, and pants.
"I like this outfit! You are not taking away my posters and buying me new clothes!" Chibodee said.
"I thought you said you'd do anything for me?" Gina asked as she went to the refrigerator and searched for some orange juice.
"Wha'? Oh, I-Um-Eh-" As shown by the intellectual statement to the left, Chibodee was at a loss for words.
The others in the room, who had gone unnoticed until that moment, started giggling at Chibodee's reply-or lack thereof.
"Don't worry," Gina assured Chibodee with a smile as she found the orange juice. "I like your outift."
"Good." Chibodee sat down at the table with a sigh. "Hey! Am I gonna have to cancel all my subscriptions to those magazines, too?" he asked.
"Think hard," six voices responded at once.
"Listen to them. They're smart." Gina indicated Bunny, Janet, Shirley, Cath, Rye, and Jacque with her thumb.
"Awww," Chibodee sighed and sank lower into his chair.
"Hey, Chibodee! Doesn't the fourteenth Gundam fight start in a week?" Rye asked, trying to brighten up Chibodee's morning-well, afternoon.
"Gee, thanks for reminding me," Chibodee said dryly.
"Why? You don't like Gundam fights?" Rye asked in disbelief.
"After the last tournament. Let's just say I'm seriously considering retirement." Gina walked over to Chibodee and placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. "Thanks, Gina," Chibodee said and kissed her on the cheek. She turned bright red, but sat down next to him anyway.
"If you retire, can I represent Neo-America in the Gundam fight, too?" Rye asked.
"Isn't fighting for Neo-Belgium enough?" Chibodee responded.
"And when do I get my crest?" Rye questioned.
"Wha'? Who told you you were getting a crest?" the Neo-American asked suspiciously.
"No one. I just assumed that-considering that I'm better than you-duh, I'd get a crest," Rye said calmly.
Chibodee's face turned red in anger. Everything is goin' my way, isn't it? he asked himself sarcastically. "I can't predict when people get crests! That's up to only-God-knows-who! And you are not better than me at boxing," the angry Chibodee managed to say through clenched teeth.
Gina looked at Chibodee. Then she started laughing. "You-really-look-so funny-when-you're-angry!" she managed to say in between fits of laughter. Everyone else in the room-except for Chibodee, of course-started laughing as well. Chibodee, on the other hand, fumed silently.
"Hey, are crests eatable?" Jacque asked once he had stopped laughing.
Everyone stared at him. "Should I get a frying pan?" Gina asked Chibodee.
"What for?" Chibodee asked.
"To hit Jacque on the head with," the Neo-Mexican explained.
This time it was Chibodee who burst out laughing. "I think that's actually a good idea!" he managed to say.
"It worked last time," Gina replied with a shrug.
"I still have a bruise from that!" Jacque said. "You need to be reported for child abuse."
"Huh? How do you know what child abuse is in the first place? You're ten- years-old!" Gina asked in surprise.
"And if Gina gets reported for child abuse, you are definitely going to jail for stealing every single eatable item in sight," Chibodee put in.
Jacque gulped. "You really wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked.
"Depends on how much food goes missing in the next week," Gina replied nonchalantly and continued eating her pancakes as Jacque stared at her in horror.
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"Chibodee, who's Domon Kasshu?" Gina asked as she sat down on the couch beside the somewhat unhappy Gundam fighter with a large stack of mail in her hands. "And do you get this much fan mail every single day?"
"Domon? What'd he write? Gimme!" Chibodee responded.
"Okay, okay." Gina let the pile drop on the floor and started searching through it until she found what she was looking for.
"I wonder why he didn't just email me or somethin'," Chibodee muttered under his breath. He tore open the envelope and started reading. "That explains why he didn't email me." Chibodee read on. "Whoa! But-but that's impossible! We killed it-he killed it! They killed it! Whatever. It's DEAD!" the Neo-American screamed at the piece of paper.
"What?" Gina asked and leaned over Chibodee's shoulder to read the letter. Her face turned deathly pale and she looked away. 'I swear, I saw the Dark Gundam. In fact, I know I saw the Dark Gundam. Rain and I were in space, visiting my dad. And we saw this thing go flying by. All three of us recognized it.' The words repeated in Gina's mind over and over.
"Hello? Gina? Earth to Gina," Chibodee called, waving a hand in front of Gina's face. "You look as white as a sheet!"
"I-I'm-fine, Chibodee," Gina lied. "It's just, well. What's the Dark Gundam?" She pretended not to know anything.
"Do you really want to know?" Chibodee asked. Gina nodded. "Oookay. Domon's father created a Gundam called the Ultimate Gundam. But Rain's dad didn't like Dr. Kasshu or somethin' like that. So-I don't remember exactly how.It's been four years, gimme a break!-but somehow Dr. Kasshu ended up in a coma thing, and the Ultimate Gundam, along with Domon's brother Kyoji, went to Earth. Somewhere in the middle of that flight, the Ultimate Gundam malfunctioned and started thinking that the only way to restore Earth back to its former beauty was to destroy humanity. It used Kyoji as a live- source, and this little mirror image of Kyoji, Shwarz, tried to help Domon.And then we get really confusing when the tournament starts. I got infected with DG cells-god, the power that came along with those things! Sometimes I wish I hadn't been cured.Then again, I'd be dead now and wouldn't have met you.-Anyway, so the old Shuffle Alliance died to save me, George the annoying proper 'knight', hyper Sai, and big ol' silent Argo. The freaky thing is, we all got their crests, too. Why'd I have to be the Queen of Spades? Why me? I'm a guy! Ya know, that is so not fair. All the others get cool things like Ace of Club and Black Joker and Jack of Diamonds, but noooo, I get stuck with QUEEN of Spades!"
"Chibodee calm down," Gina said, stifling her laughter. "You're getting off track."
"I am? Oops, sorry." Chibodee sighed. "Why me?" he asked one more time before continuing. "So eventually Domon wins the tournament and then we all go to space to defeat the Dark Gundam thing. Rain-pretty Rain.Owww! What was that for?-Rain ended up being the new life-source for the Dark Gundam. (Kyoji and Shwarz had died.) And Domon ended up making this really annoying pathetic speech to Rain, who was all silver and pretty." Chibodee had that same dreamy look in his eyes. He got back to the story when Gina hit him on the head. "The speech was really stupid ('I'm a man who's ill at ease and knows only how to fight, so this had been a little hard for me, but Rain.I, I love you, Rain! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!' Then Rian sort of got outta her coma thing and screamed, 'Domon!' in this scary voice, and Domon shouted back, 'Rain!' Ya know, I'm surprised at the mental power of Domon. It's amazing that he was able to remember her name.) Together they did this little attack thingy that involved a strange tango- like dance move and the Dark Gundam was destroyed.which doesn't make any sense according to Domon's letter. You think he went a little whacked after that tournament? I mean, having to kill your brother could probably do that to a guy."
Gina already knew most of what Chibodee was saying, but she pretended to listen, anyway. Besides, that had been the most interesting rendition of the thirteenth Gundam fight she had ever heard. "I believe Domon," she said quietly, looking at the floor.
"No offense, hun, but you've never even seen a Gundam before, have you? Why do you believe him, then?" Chibodee asked.
"Well, he is the King of Hearts, after all," Gina pointed out.
"So? That Undefeated of the East guy was totally insane," Chibodee shot back.
"Yeah, but at the end he realized his mistakes," Gina said.
"I guess.Wait! How do you know all these things? I thought you've never heard of Gundams and stuff before you met me? No.Then you were talking about Shwarz Bruder, too. So that would mean that you know everything I just told you and so basically all I was doing was wasting my breath," Chibodee figured.
"Actually, that was a very interesting retelling of the thirteenth Gundam tournament. I've never heard it retold so.descriptively," Gina said, trying to stay serious, but failing. She burst out laughing. " 'Together they did this little attack thingy that involved a strange tango-like dance move.' " Gina quoted. "I think it has a name, ya know."
"Yeah. It's called 'Love Love Techyotan'. Something like that," Chibodee muttered. He knelt down on the floor and started looking at all the mail. "Fan mail, fan mail, fan mail, fan mail, taxes-the girls will take care of that-, fan mail, fan mail.Ah! Here we go!" Chibodee held up a piece of paper victoriously.
Gina leaned over him to read what the envelope said. "The Bachelor" the Neo- Mexican read. Hmmm. This could get interesting. "I'll be right back," she said and left the room, heading for the kitchen.
Chibodee grinned evilly. He chuckled and opened the envelope, eyes dashing quickly from side to side to make sure no one was around. Slowly, Chibodee unfolded the paper. He read it. Yes! Yes! Yes! he thought in joy.
Unaware of the fact that Gina was seeking up behind him, Chibodee suspected nothing. "What'cha looking at?" Gina asked.
The Neo-American was caught totally off-guard and jumped up in fright. "He, he. Nothin'," he said, trying to hide the letter from Gina. Chibodee was too worried to notice the pan in Gina's hand.
"Gimme that letter, Chibodee," Gina ordered.
"What letter?" Chibodee asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Now hand it over," the Neo- Mexican said sternly.
Chibodee looked up at her. "Fine." He sighed and handed the piece of paper to Gina. She scanned the paper and threw it down onto the floor, then hit Chibodee lightly with the frying pan.
"That's what you get for trying to go on one of those stupid TV shows, Chibodee Crockett!" Gina scolded Chibodee.
"OOOOW! That hurt, Gina!" Chibodee rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Did I really hurt you? I didn't mean to. Are you okay, Chi- " Gina was cut off as Chibodee jumped to his feet, a sly smile playing across his face, and kissed her. "I guess you're okay," she said softly, turning red. Gina flopped down onto the sofa; she had felt like her knees would give away any moment if she didn't. "But you still can't be on that show!"
"You're really ruinin' my day, ya know that?" Chibodee said with a smile.
Gina started laughing. She suddenly gasped for air as the voice entered her mind again. 'I saw the Dark Gundam, I know it!' the voice quoted from Domon's letter.
Where are you? Gina asked silently.
'I need some ice cream,' the voice whined.
Flordia? Gina asked.
'Bingo!' the voice said.
Gina rubbed her temples. Can you only quote other people?
'Yeah.'
Well, that sure makes it harder.
'The Dark Gundam was destroyed.which doesn't make any sense according to Domon's letter.'
Was Domon right? Gina asked. Did he really see the-you?
'Yeah.'
They're gonna have to destroy us, aren't they?
'Ah! Here we go!'
I take that as a 'Yes'.
The voice uttered one word. HELP! And then it was gone.
Abrupt ending.Don't kill me! Can't help it, it's a curse. Or a talent, whichever you want. I'm not good at these Author Note things...I find them pointless, unless I have something to say (which rarely happens).
~* ShadowTide *~