As I promised my lovely reviewer Shella, I've started writing a
humorous little ficlet revolved around Wufei in a schoolgirl
uniform. ^__^
Wufei: This is injustice! I refuse to allow this blatant
disregard for honor to be published. *glare*
DVG: It's too late Wu-bear, if people are reading this, then
it's already been posted. *evil grin*
Duo: Aw, c'mon Fei, this can't be any worse than what she's
putting -me- through! Just be glad it isn't something to do with
insanity, or being an alcoholic like Heero...the worse you've
had so far was being a tortured vampire. But you got it good in
the end in that story; you got to be human again. *nod*
Wufei: *spluttering* But- still!!
DVG: Oh be quiet Wufei...*whacks him*
*ahem* Anywho...now for the mandatory crap.
Warning: Crossdressing, bishie torture, gratuitous adult humor,
heavy swearing (especially on Wufei's part), and eventual yaoi.
Oh and did I forget to mention that this really has no plot
whatsoever...it's all just to see Wufei in drag. ^__^
Pairing: 1x5 (*shock* Yes, I said 1x5...my first ever 1x5 too,
to be exact. Once again, for my Shella-chan! ^_^)
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own any rights to Gundam
Wing or any other related stuff. I also do not own the concept
of School Girl Wufei, this is just another insane fantasy being
written to please my muses and lovely reviewers. I think that's
it...
Sweet Revenge
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***
Heero halted at the end of the staircase as his sharp ears
picked up angry words being growled from the living room. It was
Wufei, which was a bit surprising after being accustomed to how
quiet the safe house had been the past couple of days. Duo was
with Howard out on the Pacific getting upgrades on Deathscythe,
and Quatre and Trowa were on a reconnaissance mission together.
"-injustice, how am I supposed to do this! It's too suspicious,
they're bound to discover my real identity, there is no way I
can hide-"
There was a pause in the ranting as if he were listening to
another speaker and whoever it was did not calm him any.
"'DO MY BEST'?! I won't be able to last a day! You must think
I'm crazy to go against them! I refuse to do this, I've done
some intolerable things for missions, but this is ridiculous!"
More silence.
"Preposterous!" A slam. "Stupid old fool, how in the hell am I
supposed to do this...they're going to have me figured out in a
heartbeat."
Heero frowned slightly. He did not like the sound of Wufei's end
of the conversation; he was way too emotional for this to be
another normal mission. He entered the living room and found the
Chinese pilot glaring darkly at the laptop sitting innocently on
the battered coffee table in front of him.
"What's going on in here?"
Wufei started at Heero's flat voice, having not heard him come
in, but he hastily recovered himself and continued glowering.
"Mission from O," he grumbled irritably.
"Hn."
He got up from the threadbare couch and walked past Heero
towards the kitchen. "I'm going out to work on Nataku, I'll be
leaving tomorrow for my...mission." A distasteful scowl fixed
itself on his face as he went through the kitchen door that
opened up into the woods behind the safe house where their
Gundams were being concealed.
Heero surveyed the kitchen door skeptically before he took
Wufei's place on the couch and flipped up the laptop screen. He
had left it on so that his mission data could finish downloading
while he went to work on Shenlong. Skimming through, it seemed
exactly like any other regular mission, seek and destroy a
hidden OZ mobile suit factory. Master O had set up a fake
identity at an academy called St. Rosemary's...the door in the
kitchen opened and Heero silently put the top down and vanished
into the hallway. As far as he could tell, there was nothing in
the report that would give a reason for the furious outburst he
had overheard.
Turning on his own laptop, he entered St. Rosemary's Academy
into his system files search and waited as the desired
information loaded on his screen.
As it did, Heero then knew why Wufei was so angry with Master O.
St. Rosemary's Academy was an all girls' school.
And for some odd reason, he found the image of Wufei in drag
highly amusing.
***
Gods was he going to -kill- O for giving him such a degrading
mission like this. It's one thing if the mad scientist had given
him a horrible alias, but to enroll him into an all -girls'-
school...That was low, even lower than Wufei could ever have
imagined him going.
It was too late to try and change schools now, being only hours
away from the mission commencement, so he was stuck taking cover
in a school full of WOMEN. How in the hell was he going to pull
off looking like a half decent teenage girl?
'I could always just not show up at the academy...it wouldn't be
a first time that I've had to stay holed up in Nataku's cockpit
for a few days,' Wufei thought ruefully. Yes, he could grab
extra supplies from the safe house and stay in his Gundam for
the duration of the mission; that definitely sounded a lot more
bearable than the school...
But it meant practically admitting that he didn't have enough
guts to go through with a simple mission objective, and that
would be an even worse blow to his pride then dressing as a girl
for a couple of days.
Either way he was screwed over.
'Damn Master O...'
Wufei returned to the safe house in a very foul mood as dusk
approached and it was too dark to 'work' any more on Shenlong.
And to make things worse, it appeared Duo had come back from
Howard's earlier than anticipated.
As the Asian entered the kitchen, slamming the door behind him,
the braided pilot poked his head through the threshold to the
living room with a big grin on his face. "Who shoved a stick up
your ass today, 'Fei?"
"Shut up, Maxwell."
"Eh, some way to treat the messenger, geez...gotta a box here
from O. He sent it to Howard's, so I got to come back early to
give it you," Duo pointed into the den as he spoke.
"You didn't open it, did you?" Wufei asked warily.
"What? Me? Now why would I do something like that?" The innocent
look was so fake that it only made him look even more
mischievous as he threw an arm across the doorway, holding him
back when he tried to push past. "Unless it's really
embarrassing...'cause in that case, yes please, let me take a
peek."
Wufei glared daggers at Duo as he grinned back cheekily,
swatting his arm away as he stalked into the living room.
"Tch, so touchy, damn," he sniffed, walking off into the
adjoining hallway to the stairs, leaving the Chinese teen alone.
Scrutinizing the unobtrusive package laying beside his laptop on
the coffee table, anyone else would have thought Wufei was
staring at a bomb seconds away from exploding rather than an
legitimate box containing a Catholic school girl uniform.
Casting a suspicious glance to the hall (Duo could be quite the
stealthy little bastard when he really wanted to), Wufei sifted
through the contents as if he were handling glass, touching the
offending garments just enough to get a good view of his
impending torture. Where pleated skirts supposed to be -that-
short?!
But he had not seen the worst of it.
Underneath the crisp white blouse, -short- plaid skirt, knee-
high stockings, and blazer sat a black pair of Mary Janes and a
bra with fake breasts already sewn inside.
Oh gods was he going to MUTILATE Master O the next time they met
face-to-face.
***
"Ne, Heero, what's got Wufei so uptight?" Duo asked slyly as he
let himself into the Japanese teen's room. "Or at least more
uptight than usual anyway."
Heero shrugged indifferently. "Apparently he isn't too pleased
with his new mission from Master O."
"Well I coulda told you that," he rolled his eyes, flopping down
on the bed. "The instant I said I had brought a package for him,
he went nuts, asking me if I opened it. Dunno what the crackpot
old guy sent him, but obviously it wasn't very good by the way
he reacted."
To his surprise, he got a derisive snort in reply.
"You know, don't you? What is it? Is it really -that- bad?"
"Hn."
"Why do I bother asking, I never get a straight answer..." Duo
muttered under his breath, pushing himself up to his feet and
walking out of the room with an impatient wave with his hands.
A window flashed on the lower right side of the laptop screen as
the braided pilot stomped out and Heero brought up the new
message.
Doctor J's face appeared on the screen. "New mission. O sent
word to me of the mission his charge is currently preparing for
and requested backup to follow him just in case. You know the
drill." The message cut off, automatically deleting itself and
clearing any traces of its existence from the hard drive.
Heero shook his head, smirking slightly as he got up to gather
the things he needed for the...interesting mission.
***
humorous little ficlet revolved around Wufei in a schoolgirl
uniform. ^__^
Wufei: This is injustice! I refuse to allow this blatant
disregard for honor to be published. *glare*
DVG: It's too late Wu-bear, if people are reading this, then
it's already been posted. *evil grin*
Duo: Aw, c'mon Fei, this can't be any worse than what she's
putting -me- through! Just be glad it isn't something to do with
insanity, or being an alcoholic like Heero...the worse you've
had so far was being a tortured vampire. But you got it good in
the end in that story; you got to be human again. *nod*
Wufei: *spluttering* But- still!!
DVG: Oh be quiet Wufei...*whacks him*
*ahem* Anywho...now for the mandatory crap.
Warning: Crossdressing, bishie torture, gratuitous adult humor,
heavy swearing (especially on Wufei's part), and eventual yaoi.
Oh and did I forget to mention that this really has no plot
whatsoever...it's all just to see Wufei in drag. ^__^
Pairing: 1x5 (*shock* Yes, I said 1x5...my first ever 1x5 too,
to be exact. Once again, for my Shella-chan! ^_^)
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own any rights to Gundam
Wing or any other related stuff. I also do not own the concept
of School Girl Wufei, this is just another insane fantasy being
written to please my muses and lovely reviewers. I think that's
it...
Sweet Revenge
_________________________________________________________________
______________
***
Heero halted at the end of the staircase as his sharp ears
picked up angry words being growled from the living room. It was
Wufei, which was a bit surprising after being accustomed to how
quiet the safe house had been the past couple of days. Duo was
with Howard out on the Pacific getting upgrades on Deathscythe,
and Quatre and Trowa were on a reconnaissance mission together.
"-injustice, how am I supposed to do this! It's too suspicious,
they're bound to discover my real identity, there is no way I
can hide-"
There was a pause in the ranting as if he were listening to
another speaker and whoever it was did not calm him any.
"'DO MY BEST'?! I won't be able to last a day! You must think
I'm crazy to go against them! I refuse to do this, I've done
some intolerable things for missions, but this is ridiculous!"
More silence.
"Preposterous!" A slam. "Stupid old fool, how in the hell am I
supposed to do this...they're going to have me figured out in a
heartbeat."
Heero frowned slightly. He did not like the sound of Wufei's end
of the conversation; he was way too emotional for this to be
another normal mission. He entered the living room and found the
Chinese pilot glaring darkly at the laptop sitting innocently on
the battered coffee table in front of him.
"What's going on in here?"
Wufei started at Heero's flat voice, having not heard him come
in, but he hastily recovered himself and continued glowering.
"Mission from O," he grumbled irritably.
"Hn."
He got up from the threadbare couch and walked past Heero
towards the kitchen. "I'm going out to work on Nataku, I'll be
leaving tomorrow for my...mission." A distasteful scowl fixed
itself on his face as he went through the kitchen door that
opened up into the woods behind the safe house where their
Gundams were being concealed.
Heero surveyed the kitchen door skeptically before he took
Wufei's place on the couch and flipped up the laptop screen. He
had left it on so that his mission data could finish downloading
while he went to work on Shenlong. Skimming through, it seemed
exactly like any other regular mission, seek and destroy a
hidden OZ mobile suit factory. Master O had set up a fake
identity at an academy called St. Rosemary's...the door in the
kitchen opened and Heero silently put the top down and vanished
into the hallway. As far as he could tell, there was nothing in
the report that would give a reason for the furious outburst he
had overheard.
Turning on his own laptop, he entered St. Rosemary's Academy
into his system files search and waited as the desired
information loaded on his screen.
As it did, Heero then knew why Wufei was so angry with Master O.
St. Rosemary's Academy was an all girls' school.
And for some odd reason, he found the image of Wufei in drag
highly amusing.
***
Gods was he going to -kill- O for giving him such a degrading
mission like this. It's one thing if the mad scientist had given
him a horrible alias, but to enroll him into an all -girls'-
school...That was low, even lower than Wufei could ever have
imagined him going.
It was too late to try and change schools now, being only hours
away from the mission commencement, so he was stuck taking cover
in a school full of WOMEN. How in the hell was he going to pull
off looking like a half decent teenage girl?
'I could always just not show up at the academy...it wouldn't be
a first time that I've had to stay holed up in Nataku's cockpit
for a few days,' Wufei thought ruefully. Yes, he could grab
extra supplies from the safe house and stay in his Gundam for
the duration of the mission; that definitely sounded a lot more
bearable than the school...
But it meant practically admitting that he didn't have enough
guts to go through with a simple mission objective, and that
would be an even worse blow to his pride then dressing as a girl
for a couple of days.
Either way he was screwed over.
'Damn Master O...'
Wufei returned to the safe house in a very foul mood as dusk
approached and it was too dark to 'work' any more on Shenlong.
And to make things worse, it appeared Duo had come back from
Howard's earlier than anticipated.
As the Asian entered the kitchen, slamming the door behind him,
the braided pilot poked his head through the threshold to the
living room with a big grin on his face. "Who shoved a stick up
your ass today, 'Fei?"
"Shut up, Maxwell."
"Eh, some way to treat the messenger, geez...gotta a box here
from O. He sent it to Howard's, so I got to come back early to
give it you," Duo pointed into the den as he spoke.
"You didn't open it, did you?" Wufei asked warily.
"What? Me? Now why would I do something like that?" The innocent
look was so fake that it only made him look even more
mischievous as he threw an arm across the doorway, holding him
back when he tried to push past. "Unless it's really
embarrassing...'cause in that case, yes please, let me take a
peek."
Wufei glared daggers at Duo as he grinned back cheekily,
swatting his arm away as he stalked into the living room.
"Tch, so touchy, damn," he sniffed, walking off into the
adjoining hallway to the stairs, leaving the Chinese teen alone.
Scrutinizing the unobtrusive package laying beside his laptop on
the coffee table, anyone else would have thought Wufei was
staring at a bomb seconds away from exploding rather than an
legitimate box containing a Catholic school girl uniform.
Casting a suspicious glance to the hall (Duo could be quite the
stealthy little bastard when he really wanted to), Wufei sifted
through the contents as if he were handling glass, touching the
offending garments just enough to get a good view of his
impending torture. Where pleated skirts supposed to be -that-
short?!
But he had not seen the worst of it.
Underneath the crisp white blouse, -short- plaid skirt, knee-
high stockings, and blazer sat a black pair of Mary Janes and a
bra with fake breasts already sewn inside.
Oh gods was he going to MUTILATE Master O the next time they met
face-to-face.
***
"Ne, Heero, what's got Wufei so uptight?" Duo asked slyly as he
let himself into the Japanese teen's room. "Or at least more
uptight than usual anyway."
Heero shrugged indifferently. "Apparently he isn't too pleased
with his new mission from Master O."
"Well I coulda told you that," he rolled his eyes, flopping down
on the bed. "The instant I said I had brought a package for him,
he went nuts, asking me if I opened it. Dunno what the crackpot
old guy sent him, but obviously it wasn't very good by the way
he reacted."
To his surprise, he got a derisive snort in reply.
"You know, don't you? What is it? Is it really -that- bad?"
"Hn."
"Why do I bother asking, I never get a straight answer..." Duo
muttered under his breath, pushing himself up to his feet and
walking out of the room with an impatient wave with his hands.
A window flashed on the lower right side of the laptop screen as
the braided pilot stomped out and Heero brought up the new
message.
Doctor J's face appeared on the screen. "New mission. O sent
word to me of the mission his charge is currently preparing for
and requested backup to follow him just in case. You know the
drill." The message cut off, automatically deleting itself and
clearing any traces of its existence from the hard drive.
Heero shook his head, smirking slightly as he got up to gather
the things he needed for the...interesting mission.
***