Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Anonymous
Chapter X: Idle Nothingness
"I won! I won! I won!" Rye tried jumping up and down in the CorLander, but the seat belt restrained him.
"He won! He won! He won!" Jacque echoed, trying to copy his brother.
"King Gundam is the best!" Rye complimented his Gundam.
"He won! He won! He won!" Jacque repeated.
"Yes, Jacque," Gina said with a sigh. "We know. That's the only thing you've said since Rye's Gundam fight."
"He won! He won! He won!" Jacque continued.
"JACQUE!" everyone save Rye screamed.
Jacque gulped and let Rye take over. "I won!" the Neo-Belgian said.
"RYE!" This time everyone except Jacque shouted.
"Sorry, but.I WON!" Rye yelled in glee.
"We gathered," Shirley said sourly.
"You're power of speech has seriously diminished," Janet added.
"Yeah, and you're victory is gonna be short-lived," Chibodee put in. "When we fight, I'm winning."
"Uh-huh," Rye said sarcastically. "Sure. Sometimes you can barely keep your eyes focused on the road."
Gina stifled a giggle.
"That was not funny," Chibodee pouted. "I'm gonna get you for that, Rye."
"Try all you want. You'll never catch me," Rye replied smugly, leaning back in his seat.
"He's the gingerbread man!" Jacque exclaimed. Everyone turned around to glare at him. "What? Haven't you ever heard of the gingerbread man? 'Run, run, run! As fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!' "
"Jacque, be quiet," Rye suggested.
"Before I tear you to shreds," Chibodee added through gritted teeth.
"Now, children," Gina mockingly scolded the three males. "Stop threatening each other."
"Sorry," Chibodee muttered and sank lower into his seat.
Gina couldn't help but laugh. "You-look-like-a-dejected-puppy," she managed to explain through a fit of giggles.
Chibodee straightened himself and focused on the road.
Wow, he really takes everything she says seriously, Bunny thought in amusement and awe. Gina can twist the invincible Chibodee Crockett around her finger like a toy.Who ever knew? "Oh, get over it, Boss," she said aloud, patting Chibodee on the back. "She was just joking."
The offended Neo-American continued staring straight ahead at the road silently.
Gina looked at Chibodee, her head cocked to one side. "Oh, I didn't mean it, Chibodee," she said.
Chibodee brightened. Bunny gasped in exasperation. "Isn't that what I just said?" she asked the other crew-members. They shrugged in response. "How come he only listens to Gina?" Bunny half-complained.
" 'Cause Gina's smart," Chibodee replied appraisingly, causing Gina to blush.
"Hey! Watch it, Boss! I got you two together. If anything, you should be thanking me, not insulting me!" Bunny protested.
"Thank you, then," Chibodee said, dead serious.
Bunny stared at him, occasionally blinking. Had Chibodee just complemented her? Chibodee. compliment? Those words never were found in the same sentence! "You-you're welcome," Bunny managed to stammer quietly.
They continued driving in silence, with an occasional outburst of, "I won! I won! I won!" from Rye or "He won! He won! He won!" from the mirror-image of the joyful Gundam fighter.
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One of Chico's cell-mates stared over his shoulder as the furious Neo- Mexican scribbled away on the ground in front of him. "Chico, you're dreaming. It's not going to work," the man said.
"Oh, shudd up, Carlos," Chico grumbled sourly. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
The man-Carlos-walked away. "Fine, I'm just tellin' you, goin' through los mess hall is not the way to plan an escape from los securest jail in the whole of Neo-Mexico," he said.
Chico looked up. "And do you have a better idea?" he challenged.
Carlos's eyes glimmered. "I just might, I just might."
"What is it?" Chico asked, now interested.
"Why should I tell you? I'm just a low-down criminal myself who likes giving fake prescriptions in life-and-death situations," Carlos protested.
"Carlos." Chico growled in warning.
"What?"
"Remember how I was the Gundam fighter for this country? Well, let me remind you that I did not forget everything I learned," Chico hinted coldly.
"You didn't know how to fight in the first place!" Carlos joked. "That fight with Domon Kasshu, it was pathetico!"
"So I might not be good in a Gundam. Would you like to try my fists?" Chico challenged.
"I'd love to," Carlos said with a gleam in his eyes, "except that we're not allowed to fight in jail."
Chico grunted. "Since when where you one to follow rules?" he asked.
Carlos ignored the comment and Chico went back to working on his escape plan. He scribbled a few notes on the sandy floor with a stick, stared at them for a minute, then erased them and started all over again.
"It's not going to work," Carlos repeated.
"Like I told you before: shut up!" Chico grunted. He had just enough time to erase his marks on the floor when a guard came to the cell door.
"Chico Rodriguez?" the guard asked.
Chico stood up and wiped the sand off of his pants. "What?" he asked.
"You have a visitor. Come with me." The guard opened the cell door and motioned for Chico to come forward. Chico's hands were cuffed and he was led out of the room.
"Maybe your visitor will have an idea!" Carlos called after him.
The guard and the so-called criminal walked down the main hall in silence. "In here," the guard motioned and pushed Chico into a room. The man standing before him was the same stranger that had helped Gina and him four years ago.
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"I hate hotels," Chibodee muttered under his breath as he unlocked the door to his hotel room. Hotels always reminded him of gigantic chairs that tipped over every time you sat down in them.
"There not that bad, Chibodee," Gina said as she leaned against the door of her own room.
"Yes they are," the Neo-American boxer replied sourly. "Hotels always have those really big annoying chairs, really bad food, and only ten TV stations."
"Is that all you ever think about? Chairs, TV, and food?" Gina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No. Sometimes I think about annoying people from Neo-Belgium. But most of the time I'm thinking of a certain pretty Neo-Mexican," Chibodee said with a smile.
Gina blushed. "Chibodee!" she squealed.
"Well, you asked," he said, walked over to Gina, and kissed her soundly.
"I really don't think you guys should do that in public so much," Shirley scolded mockingly.
Chibodee and Gina parted a bit reluctantly. "Fine," Chibodee replied with a smirk. "We won't. C'mon, Gina." He took the Neo-Mexican by the arm and pulled her into his room.
"Just make sure you too don't end up in bed. We can't loose Gina to you yet. She's only been here for a year!" Bunny shouted through the door.
"Don't worry, Bunny," Gina assured the brunette. "It's too early to go to sleep."
Bunny stared at the door, then started laughing. Yep, Gina will keep him in check all right, she thought in amusement and walked over to her own room.
Chapter X: Idle Nothingness
"I won! I won! I won!" Rye tried jumping up and down in the CorLander, but the seat belt restrained him.
"He won! He won! He won!" Jacque echoed, trying to copy his brother.
"King Gundam is the best!" Rye complimented his Gundam.
"He won! He won! He won!" Jacque repeated.
"Yes, Jacque," Gina said with a sigh. "We know. That's the only thing you've said since Rye's Gundam fight."
"He won! He won! He won!" Jacque continued.
"JACQUE!" everyone save Rye screamed.
Jacque gulped and let Rye take over. "I won!" the Neo-Belgian said.
"RYE!" This time everyone except Jacque shouted.
"Sorry, but.I WON!" Rye yelled in glee.
"We gathered," Shirley said sourly.
"You're power of speech has seriously diminished," Janet added.
"Yeah, and you're victory is gonna be short-lived," Chibodee put in. "When we fight, I'm winning."
"Uh-huh," Rye said sarcastically. "Sure. Sometimes you can barely keep your eyes focused on the road."
Gina stifled a giggle.
"That was not funny," Chibodee pouted. "I'm gonna get you for that, Rye."
"Try all you want. You'll never catch me," Rye replied smugly, leaning back in his seat.
"He's the gingerbread man!" Jacque exclaimed. Everyone turned around to glare at him. "What? Haven't you ever heard of the gingerbread man? 'Run, run, run! As fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!' "
"Jacque, be quiet," Rye suggested.
"Before I tear you to shreds," Chibodee added through gritted teeth.
"Now, children," Gina mockingly scolded the three males. "Stop threatening each other."
"Sorry," Chibodee muttered and sank lower into his seat.
Gina couldn't help but laugh. "You-look-like-a-dejected-puppy," she managed to explain through a fit of giggles.
Chibodee straightened himself and focused on the road.
Wow, he really takes everything she says seriously, Bunny thought in amusement and awe. Gina can twist the invincible Chibodee Crockett around her finger like a toy.Who ever knew? "Oh, get over it, Boss," she said aloud, patting Chibodee on the back. "She was just joking."
The offended Neo-American continued staring straight ahead at the road silently.
Gina looked at Chibodee, her head cocked to one side. "Oh, I didn't mean it, Chibodee," she said.
Chibodee brightened. Bunny gasped in exasperation. "Isn't that what I just said?" she asked the other crew-members. They shrugged in response. "How come he only listens to Gina?" Bunny half-complained.
" 'Cause Gina's smart," Chibodee replied appraisingly, causing Gina to blush.
"Hey! Watch it, Boss! I got you two together. If anything, you should be thanking me, not insulting me!" Bunny protested.
"Thank you, then," Chibodee said, dead serious.
Bunny stared at him, occasionally blinking. Had Chibodee just complemented her? Chibodee. compliment? Those words never were found in the same sentence! "You-you're welcome," Bunny managed to stammer quietly.
They continued driving in silence, with an occasional outburst of, "I won! I won! I won!" from Rye or "He won! He won! He won!" from the mirror-image of the joyful Gundam fighter.
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One of Chico's cell-mates stared over his shoulder as the furious Neo- Mexican scribbled away on the ground in front of him. "Chico, you're dreaming. It's not going to work," the man said.
"Oh, shudd up, Carlos," Chico grumbled sourly. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
The man-Carlos-walked away. "Fine, I'm just tellin' you, goin' through los mess hall is not the way to plan an escape from los securest jail in the whole of Neo-Mexico," he said.
Chico looked up. "And do you have a better idea?" he challenged.
Carlos's eyes glimmered. "I just might, I just might."
"What is it?" Chico asked, now interested.
"Why should I tell you? I'm just a low-down criminal myself who likes giving fake prescriptions in life-and-death situations," Carlos protested.
"Carlos." Chico growled in warning.
"What?"
"Remember how I was the Gundam fighter for this country? Well, let me remind you that I did not forget everything I learned," Chico hinted coldly.
"You didn't know how to fight in the first place!" Carlos joked. "That fight with Domon Kasshu, it was pathetico!"
"So I might not be good in a Gundam. Would you like to try my fists?" Chico challenged.
"I'd love to," Carlos said with a gleam in his eyes, "except that we're not allowed to fight in jail."
Chico grunted. "Since when where you one to follow rules?" he asked.
Carlos ignored the comment and Chico went back to working on his escape plan. He scribbled a few notes on the sandy floor with a stick, stared at them for a minute, then erased them and started all over again.
"It's not going to work," Carlos repeated.
"Like I told you before: shut up!" Chico grunted. He had just enough time to erase his marks on the floor when a guard came to the cell door.
"Chico Rodriguez?" the guard asked.
Chico stood up and wiped the sand off of his pants. "What?" he asked.
"You have a visitor. Come with me." The guard opened the cell door and motioned for Chico to come forward. Chico's hands were cuffed and he was led out of the room.
"Maybe your visitor will have an idea!" Carlos called after him.
The guard and the so-called criminal walked down the main hall in silence. "In here," the guard motioned and pushed Chico into a room. The man standing before him was the same stranger that had helped Gina and him four years ago.
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"I hate hotels," Chibodee muttered under his breath as he unlocked the door to his hotel room. Hotels always reminded him of gigantic chairs that tipped over every time you sat down in them.
"There not that bad, Chibodee," Gina said as she leaned against the door of her own room.
"Yes they are," the Neo-American boxer replied sourly. "Hotels always have those really big annoying chairs, really bad food, and only ten TV stations."
"Is that all you ever think about? Chairs, TV, and food?" Gina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No. Sometimes I think about annoying people from Neo-Belgium. But most of the time I'm thinking of a certain pretty Neo-Mexican," Chibodee said with a smile.
Gina blushed. "Chibodee!" she squealed.
"Well, you asked," he said, walked over to Gina, and kissed her soundly.
"I really don't think you guys should do that in public so much," Shirley scolded mockingly.
Chibodee and Gina parted a bit reluctantly. "Fine," Chibodee replied with a smirk. "We won't. C'mon, Gina." He took the Neo-Mexican by the arm and pulled her into his room.
"Just make sure you too don't end up in bed. We can't loose Gina to you yet. She's only been here for a year!" Bunny shouted through the door.
"Don't worry, Bunny," Gina assured the brunette. "It's too early to go to sleep."
Bunny stared at the door, then started laughing. Yep, Gina will keep him in check all right, she thought in amusement and walked over to her own room.