Disclaimer: Hey guys you know the drill I don't own G Gundam wish I did but I don't! Please review flames are accepted as long as they are reasonable… Gotta thank a few friends though:
Cristina, she's Buffy329 I believe????? Correct me if I'm wrong (which I probably am!) She's awesome you could call her my editor/ preview person she reads everything before I post it and usually cheers with joy cuz she likes it so much( thanks for that too!)
Laura, can't believe I'm saying this to a really good friend cuz it sounds so stupid but you are a huge inspiration for everything your antics seem to really help me out when writing.
Sadly my science teacher for mentioning how lemmings commit mass suicide for no reason whatsoever that just inspired a whole lot of parodies from the gang! (Laura, Cristina, Jen, Sara…)
Chrisanthi aka"shorty" You're awesome don't let your shortness stop you even if it really does show when playing volleyball in gym class!
Sara I will try my best to make Bismarck the capitol of Ohio and get some lemmings to commit mass suicide in your name…. Lol (inside joke)
Ok enough with the shout outs and stuff now let's get on with the story already!
Thorn of a Rose
Chapter 1: Interesting Introductions
George's POV
Raymond escorted the girl who was to be my new mechanic into the foyer where I waited. She was tall for her age of 17, I'd guessed around 5'11", and she had auburn red hair that sat atop her head in a high pony tail that reached her shoulders. She left only a strand of her hair that fell upon her face just to the right of her right eye. Her eyes were a sparkling sapphire blue like drops of crystal clear water just shimmering in the sun, which held a hint of rebellion in them as did her clothes, which utterly disgusted me. She wore a green tank top which was surprisingly tucked into a pair of short khaki shorts, as well as some ankle high brown leather boots for all terrains. But I still had a big question, is this really my mechanic? If it is, there is now way she's walking around here like that!
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Saria's-POV
He stood there looking, no, starring at me and it was really irritating me.
"Noble my ass…"I muttered under my breath.
"What did you say miss?" Raymond questioned of me
"I said the least he could do is stop looking me over! Last I check the De Sand family was that of noble blood who actually introduced themselves! But I guess I was mistaken!" I exclaimed. I was finding it hard to hide my Italian accent in my rage. I would've stormed off but there was no place to storm off to so I tried to remain calm, with little success I might add, as he slowly came to realize what I had said.
George's POV
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I felt so embarrassed after what she had said. Not only about my looking over her, but pointing out the disrespect I was showing for my family's name. How could I have been so rude!
"I am very sorry, please excuse my behavior." I apologized
"Your apology is accepted." She replied
"My name is George De Sand as you already know and your name is mademoiselle?" I asked
"Saria… Carl.. Saria Carlton." She answered. I found it strange how she hesitated when giving her last name, I wonder why?
"Raymond will you please show mademoiselle Saria her room and get her some proper clothes please?" I requested. Raymond nodded and smiled but Saria had a much different reaction.
Saria's POV
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Oh no. Uh uh. This guy has got some guts going this far after what he just did. If my brother's Joey and Angelo were here or my father, this little French pretty boy George whatever the fuck his name is wouldn't be able to say the words,
'Could you please get mademoiselle Saria some proper clothing please.'
"Wait! Who the hell are you to decide what I wear?! You can choose whatever frilly, girly outfit you choose but you can't choose what I wear! No way! I am not wearing anything like what I've seen so far!" I exclaimed
"Excuse me but first of all, you are being housed by me, the royal family, and the country of France mind you! You are privileged to be here! The same goes for your employment. Now will you please let Raymond escort you to your room where you will wear something appropriate of either mine or Raymond's choice!" He replied sternly.
"But this is a free country, it says so in the constitution, the amendments, and the bill of rights!" She argued
"Let me remind you that this is France not the United States of America mademoiselle Saria! If you want your freedom and democracy go back home to America!", He yelled, " Or you can stay here and play by my rules. What is your choice mademoiselle Saria?"
"I'll stay." I groaned. Inside I felt crushed but would never let anyone see that, it's just not like me so kept a strong front and continued.
"George de Sand if you ever put me in a dress you will be wishing you were dead!" I exclaimed
"Raymond where is my room?" I asked slightly softer and kinder.
"Why right up those stairs, down that hall on your left, and your room is the last one on the right." He replied with a smiled
"Thank you!" I yelled as I stormed off.
"Your clothes are on your bed!" I heard Raymond yell.
"George de Sand don't count on seeing me for another week!" I shouted and a few seconds later the sound of my door slamming and locking could be heard through out the halls.
George's POV
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Yes it was rude but I couldn't help but laugh a little at her fit and argument.
"George sir, you really shouldn't be laughing." Raymond reminded me
"Yes I know but I find it strange that this girl can know her country's own government well enough to use it to her advantage to something like an argument only to use it in the wrong country." I stated
"Oh and Raymond if you can't get mademoiselle Saria from her room by tomorrow night just let me know. Then I will personally drag her out of there myself and she will be wearing something appropriate." I said with a smile. Raymond nodded
"I will be retiring now Raymond. You should do the same."
"Goodnight sir."
"Goodnight Raymond."
"Goodnight Saria!" I shouted
"Shut up George!!" she yelled back and I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, I'm sure if I were in front of her she would've thrown something like a blow dryer at me.
So how did you like it so far? I've already written up to chapter 3 so that just needs to be typed up! Please review this is my first g Gundam fic so I'm really sorry if neone seems out of character if the do please tell me and I'll attempt to fix it, the same goes for anything else! Thanks a lot,
Chelz- I'm just gonna use my real name.
Cristina, she's Buffy329 I believe????? Correct me if I'm wrong (which I probably am!) She's awesome you could call her my editor/ preview person she reads everything before I post it and usually cheers with joy cuz she likes it so much( thanks for that too!)
Laura, can't believe I'm saying this to a really good friend cuz it sounds so stupid but you are a huge inspiration for everything your antics seem to really help me out when writing.
Sadly my science teacher for mentioning how lemmings commit mass suicide for no reason whatsoever that just inspired a whole lot of parodies from the gang! (Laura, Cristina, Jen, Sara…)
Chrisanthi aka"shorty" You're awesome don't let your shortness stop you even if it really does show when playing volleyball in gym class!
Sara I will try my best to make Bismarck the capitol of Ohio and get some lemmings to commit mass suicide in your name…. Lol (inside joke)
Ok enough with the shout outs and stuff now let's get on with the story already!
Thorn of a Rose
Chapter 1: Interesting Introductions
George's POV
Raymond escorted the girl who was to be my new mechanic into the foyer where I waited. She was tall for her age of 17, I'd guessed around 5'11", and she had auburn red hair that sat atop her head in a high pony tail that reached her shoulders. She left only a strand of her hair that fell upon her face just to the right of her right eye. Her eyes were a sparkling sapphire blue like drops of crystal clear water just shimmering in the sun, which held a hint of rebellion in them as did her clothes, which utterly disgusted me. She wore a green tank top which was surprisingly tucked into a pair of short khaki shorts, as well as some ankle high brown leather boots for all terrains. But I still had a big question, is this really my mechanic? If it is, there is now way she's walking around here like that!
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Saria's-POV
He stood there looking, no, starring at me and it was really irritating me.
"Noble my ass…"I muttered under my breath.
"What did you say miss?" Raymond questioned of me
"I said the least he could do is stop looking me over! Last I check the De Sand family was that of noble blood who actually introduced themselves! But I guess I was mistaken!" I exclaimed. I was finding it hard to hide my Italian accent in my rage. I would've stormed off but there was no place to storm off to so I tried to remain calm, with little success I might add, as he slowly came to realize what I had said.
George's POV
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I felt so embarrassed after what she had said. Not only about my looking over her, but pointing out the disrespect I was showing for my family's name. How could I have been so rude!
"I am very sorry, please excuse my behavior." I apologized
"Your apology is accepted." She replied
"My name is George De Sand as you already know and your name is mademoiselle?" I asked
"Saria… Carl.. Saria Carlton." She answered. I found it strange how she hesitated when giving her last name, I wonder why?
"Raymond will you please show mademoiselle Saria her room and get her some proper clothes please?" I requested. Raymond nodded and smiled but Saria had a much different reaction.
Saria's POV
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Oh no. Uh uh. This guy has got some guts going this far after what he just did. If my brother's Joey and Angelo were here or my father, this little French pretty boy George whatever the fuck his name is wouldn't be able to say the words,
'Could you please get mademoiselle Saria some proper clothing please.'
"Wait! Who the hell are you to decide what I wear?! You can choose whatever frilly, girly outfit you choose but you can't choose what I wear! No way! I am not wearing anything like what I've seen so far!" I exclaimed
"Excuse me but first of all, you are being housed by me, the royal family, and the country of France mind you! You are privileged to be here! The same goes for your employment. Now will you please let Raymond escort you to your room where you will wear something appropriate of either mine or Raymond's choice!" He replied sternly.
"But this is a free country, it says so in the constitution, the amendments, and the bill of rights!" She argued
"Let me remind you that this is France not the United States of America mademoiselle Saria! If you want your freedom and democracy go back home to America!", He yelled, " Or you can stay here and play by my rules. What is your choice mademoiselle Saria?"
"I'll stay." I groaned. Inside I felt crushed but would never let anyone see that, it's just not like me so kept a strong front and continued.
"George de Sand if you ever put me in a dress you will be wishing you were dead!" I exclaimed
"Raymond where is my room?" I asked slightly softer and kinder.
"Why right up those stairs, down that hall on your left, and your room is the last one on the right." He replied with a smiled
"Thank you!" I yelled as I stormed off.
"Your clothes are on your bed!" I heard Raymond yell.
"George de Sand don't count on seeing me for another week!" I shouted and a few seconds later the sound of my door slamming and locking could be heard through out the halls.
George's POV
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Yes it was rude but I couldn't help but laugh a little at her fit and argument.
"George sir, you really shouldn't be laughing." Raymond reminded me
"Yes I know but I find it strange that this girl can know her country's own government well enough to use it to her advantage to something like an argument only to use it in the wrong country." I stated
"Oh and Raymond if you can't get mademoiselle Saria from her room by tomorrow night just let me know. Then I will personally drag her out of there myself and she will be wearing something appropriate." I said with a smile. Raymond nodded
"I will be retiring now Raymond. You should do the same."
"Goodnight sir."
"Goodnight Raymond."
"Goodnight Saria!" I shouted
"Shut up George!!" she yelled back and I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, I'm sure if I were in front of her she would've thrown something like a blow dryer at me.
So how did you like it so far? I've already written up to chapter 3 so that just needs to be typed up! Please review this is my first g Gundam fic so I'm really sorry if neone seems out of character if the do please tell me and I'll attempt to fix it, the same goes for anything else! Thanks a lot,
Chelz- I'm just gonna use my real name.