Title: Pilots in Fanonland, a Fractured Fairy Tale
Author: Gina Lin Series: Gundam Wing Genre: Parody, Tripe Pairings: Everyone, 1x2, 3x4x5 Warnings: Citrus, AU, OOC Weirdness, Language, Adult Humor, Self-Insertion, Yaoi, Mary Sue Abuse(yay!) Rated: R Archived: SDQB, S_E Updates, FF.net, GWFF
Disclaimer: I don't make money writing fanfiction about the characters from Gundam Wing. Especially stuff like this. Thanks to Mandy, Alleyprowler, Anne, Bast, Hexidecimalrebooted, and Rain for sharing and contributing content to this story. Flames will be used to roast hot dogs and marshmallows for the characters as they laugh at you.
Chapter 2
No sooner had Heero resolved to take action against the Dread Mary Sue, but he began to feel.odd.
"Heero." Trowa gave him a frantic hand signal; he was still unable to utter more than one word at a time.
"Trowa! I seem to be getting smaller, and softer!"
"Pink.. lips." Trowa stared at Heero's mouth.
Heero fished around in his spandex for a shaving mirror. (Spandex Black Hole Storage..Okay, that's enough of that! You've had your plug now get lost!)
While delving into those 90% cotton, 10% lycra shorts, he noticed something alarming. "My dick is shrinking! My balls have shrunk to the size of peas! I'm growing breasts, dammit!"
Duo looked outraged. "All right, lousy characterization is one thing, but you're messing with my nookie, Dread Mary Sue!"
He whipped out( Not that, perverts! I swear to heaven, one little sexually oriented scene and you're all foaming at the mouth!) a set of lock picks, some C4 explosive, a giant economy sized tube of cherry flavored lube and some bubble gum from his silky chestnut braid. (Ha! A fanon point to me for using both "chestnut" and "silky" to describe Duo's braid in one sentence! High fives the fanon muse!)
Seizing the bubble gum, he unwrapped a piece and began to chew furiously. (Sugar helps him think, okay?)
"I know! Maybe the C4!" (The sugar had kicked in.) "We'll find this Dread Mary Sue and blow her back to the dark corner of hell where she came from." Duo laughed evilly, and his featured darkened dramatically. A small but deadly looking scythe appeared in his hand.
"Shinigami!" shrieked Pansy in dread, although Quatre had begun to morph again. He was somewhat taller, but his little finger seemed to be stuck in the extended position.
"I have this overwhelming urge to make us all tea and cookies!" Quatre went to see if the room had a kitchenette.
"Percy." Trowa rolled his one visible eye. Wufei nodded. He was familiar with Percy, who had once tried to give him tea after a serious abdominal wound and had damn near killed him!
"I hope Guido doesn't show up!" Wufei groaned loudly and unconsciously began to rub his ass. "You have no idea how much I hate that guy and his 10 inch dick! And he's always beating the piss out of us!"
"Testosterone." Trowa was undergoing his own transformation, and knew he'd soon be completely mute. He was wearing half a mask and had oversized clown pants on. Mute Clown Trowa began to emerge and Trowa knew he'd be juggling or throwing knives at any moment.
He gave Wufei a sad look. Wufei looked down at himself. His usual comfortable martial arts attire had given way to fishnet stockings, and a French maid's outfit, complete with high heels!
"OH no!" he yelled. "Wannabe Onna Wufei! I hate these fuck-me shoes! And I'm using Japanese. I'm Chinese, you stupid panty stain!"
"Well, that's what you get for all the ranting against women, it makes some writers think you're protesting too much!" Percy had made tea and was drinking it with his legs crossed in the blatantly stereotypical pose of a swishy gay male.
"I don't hate WOMEN!" Wufei grated out between clenched teeth, his ankles twisting painfully in the 3-inch heels. "Although I'll make an exception for Mary Sue."
"Oh, you look so cute!" Percy looked over at Heero who had been transformed into a Japanese schoolgirl wearing a sailor fuku, including a short pleated skirt and knee socks.
"I need my spandex back, I feel so naked!" said Heero in a high girlish voice, moistening his full pink lips.
"I want my Heero back, you dark fiend from the abyss!" Duo seethed and began to grow black wings from his back. He brandished the scythe in a threatening manner. "Shinigami is back from hell! And he's coming for you, Dread Mary Sue!"(A rock guitar riff was heard offstage.)
"Ooh, look at his pretty wings!" Percy drank another cup of tea and began to pass around some sugar cookies cut into the shape of angels. White wings sprang from his own back and he looked down and smiled cherubically at his sparkling white new clothes.
He batted his humungous blue eyes at Mute Clown Trowa and offered him a cookie. M.C. Trowa took three and began to juggle them.
"Little One!" said Wufei. "I was wondering when you'd show up!"
"Actually, it's 'Angel' but since I'm too sweet, innocent and clueless to object, you may call me 'Little One'."
"Don't you have to pee after all that tea?" Wufei was relieved to see his French maid's outfit was gone, and he was back in his usual attire. He leaned over to rub his aching toes.
"Angels don't do icky things like that!" Angel giggled and multi-colored sparkles flew around him like dust motes.
"Yeah, Angel craps sunshine and pisses lemonade," growled Shingami. "It's enough to make you puke!"
"Be gone! You evil dark creature of the night!" squealed Angel, and turned a blinding smile on Shinigami that scorched his black feathered wings.
"You know you want to fuck me!" yelled Shinigami as he dissolved into a myriad of black spots and once again became Duo.
"Boy, what a head rush!" Duo rubbed his face, and stumbling a little. "Did one of you slip something into my bubble gum?"
"Help me Duo, I'm a damsel in distress!" Heero was still a Japanese schoolgirl.
Duo was now wearing a velvet prince's costume. "Great, now I look like some moron in a grade school production of Sleeping Beauty!"
He pulled out his ornately gilded sword. "I'm coming Heero, hang on!"
"Did someone say 'coming'?" growled a seductive voice in his ear.
"Butch!" Wufei reached for his own sword, but it was missing. "Damn it! Run everyone!"
"Who's that!" Little One's eyes glowed as he fingered the collar around his neck. "He's so big and handsome!" Little One was naked except for a small blue silk thong and some glittery makeup.
"All right, who's gonna be my bitch?" Butch aka Super Seme Trowa was dressed in black leather pants and held a riding crop.
"Save me Prince Duo!" Sailor Heero cringed and ran to hide behind Prince Duo.
"This is getting ridiculous; how many fanon stereotypes can one crazed Mary Sue write in one lifetime?" Wufei folded his arms and looked disgusted.
"Maybe if we all concentrate and say, 'There's no series like Gundam Wing!' and click our heels three times, we can all get back home!" Wufei held out his hands in supplication to the other pilots.
"It's no use, Wufei," Duo said sadly. "We'll never be free of the Dread Mary Sue. We are hers to toy with! Besides I think we could get sued for stealing that from The Wizard of OZ."
"Gundam Wing got away with using 'OZ'. Wufei argued with him.
Butch grinned lasciviously at Little One, and stroked him with the riding crop, then delivered a stinging blow that made Little One scream and moan simultaneously.
"Stop that, Trowa, you know this is entirely out of character!" Wufei felt he might be safe now, after all, he had fewer silly fangirls lusting after him than the other pilots and was often neglected entirely in fanon.
"I know, but I can't help it, I want to put big hickeys all over Little One, beat him silly and drip hot candle wax on him!"
"That's not even proper bondage!" Duo put his hands on his velvet-covered hips. "You're supposed to use safe words!"
"Thirteen year old girls don't know that!" Trowa tried to put down the riding crop.
"Come on Trowa, fight it! You too Heero, I need you back in fighting shape so we can defeat the Dread Mary Sue. Besides, this is really gonna screw up our date tomorrow night! Quatre, I need your brilliant strategic mind to come up with a plan! We gotta get out of here before we forget who we really are!"
"Trying!" Quatre's face was tense with concentration. "I'm really trying Duo, but she might be too strong for us!"
"We won a war, we can beat one deluded fangirl!" Duo exhorted them. "Wufei, you seem almost normal, help me!"
"Duo is right! We must fight this injustice! Our characters are being maligned!"
"I think I feel my IQ rising!" Quatre stood up and he had on his usual ensemble of a pastel dress shirt, a vest and khaki pants. "Oh, this is much better! I thought I'd never get that thong out of my ass!" He peeked down the front of his pants. "Welcome back Balls! I missed you!" He laughed with sheer delight. "Trowa, I don't want Butch, I want you." He dropped his voice. "Save those pants for later, though, baby. They're hotter than a popcorn fart!"
Trowa grinned and cleared his throat. "I can talk again!" He pulled Quatre into his arms and hugged him. "I'm me again!"
"Come on Heero, you can do it. Get your own balls back, we need them!" Duo grabbed Heero and shook him. "Snap out of it, you're not a giggling schoolgirl. You're a highly trained mission specialist who operates a sophisticated piece of technology!"
"Don't feel lonely, Heero." Quatre looked pissed. "They're always forgetting that about me too!"
"Hey, it just as easily could have been me." Duo smiled as Heero's face and body began to take on its familiar masculine lines. "I hate being Duette!"
"Well, to be fair, maybe Mary Sue has never seen the series. Maybe she's assuming the stories she's read are all canon." Quatre looked at the others to gauge their reaction.
"No excuse!" snorted Wufie "What's she doing writing stories about something she's never even seen?"
"Well, there's the manga," said Heero, now clad in his normal attire of tank top, shorts and sneakers. "You could at least read that. I've seen it online."
"I think the Dread Mary Sue is just some poor misguided kid." Trowa pulled thoughtfully at his hair. "Maybe we can show her the error of her ways and ask her to stop writing this nonsense about us."
"Won't work!" Duo shook his head. "We've all tried. These fanon depictions go on and on!"
"What are we going to do, gentlemen?" Quatre held out his hands to them.
"I say we hack into her hard drive and crash it." Heero's fingers itched at the thought.
"We could offer her a truce," Quatre suggested. "If she promises not to write anymore crappy fanon, we could see to it her acne clears up."
"I say we break into her house, tie her to the bed post and tickle her with a feather until she passes out."
"Inventive Duo, but hardly helpful. Keep that in mind for our date tomorrow, though." Heero shook his head at Duo, then smiled.
"I could run her through with my katana."
Everyone looked at Wufei. "Hey, it's an R rated story. Violence is allowed."
"Kind of extreme, don't you think?" Quatre frowned at Wufei.
"After what we've been through? NO! My feet still hurt from those friggin shoes."
"I know, why don't we get someone to write a story making fun of fanon stereotypes?" Quatre clapped his hands together in delight. "Then maybe the Dread Mary Sue will realize what a disservice she's doing to our characters."
"I couldn't agree more." A suave voice was heard and Treize Kushrenada came into the small motel room.
"Treize!" Wufei looked stunned.
"Surprised to see me, Wufei?" Treize sounded almost coy.
"Well, yeah, actually. You're dead, Jim; I mean Treize."
"This is fanfiction, my dear dragon. I've been resurrected more times than a cheesy sitcom plot."
"Oh." Wufei sniffed. "Do I smell roses?"
Treize sighed. "Yes, it seems to follow me everywhere in these kinds of stories."
"Geez Treize, ya smell like an old lady." Duo grinned at him.
"I even have to put a rose scented suppository up my ass for rimming scenes." Trieze frowned. "Fangirls are such a colossal pain." He sat down and then shifted uncomfortably.
"Why are you here?" Heero asked him point blank. It felt great to be back to his usual pragmatic self.
"I'm here to help destroy Mary Sue, of course. It won't be the first time we've fought together to rid ourselves of a mutual enemy."
"Smooth as ever, Treize." Wufei looked at him, his features softening.
"And you are as handsome as ever, my Wufei." Treize offered him a 100 watt smile. Wufei blushed and looked away.
" Zechs should be along momentarily." Treize looked over at Heero to gauge his reaction.
Heero glared. "We don't need him!"
"Oh, come on, we need all the help we can get!" Wufei turned to him. "I know Zechs isn't your favorite character, but he is a hell of a fighter."
There was a knock at the door and Quatre went to open it. "So, she got you too, my friend." Treize gave Zechs a sympathetic look.
"She's decided she likes my long flowing platinum locks." Zechs scowled. "Although I have to admit, that hot lemon scene with Quatre wasn't entirely unappreciated." He winked at Quatre.
Quatre blushed and looked at his shoes as Trowa and Wufei stared at him.
"Hey, she made me do it!" Quatre glared back at them.
"One more reason to get rid of that bitch Mary Sue!" Trowa growled.
"Be careful, Butch will be back full force if you keep that up!" Quatre warned him.
"Well, now that we're all here, shall we decide what strategy we will use against the Dread Mary Sue?" Treize looked expectantly at the others.
"Of course you know, this means war!" Duo mimed pulling off an imaginary white glove and slapping Mary Sue across the face.
TBC
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Author: Gina Lin Series: Gundam Wing Genre: Parody, Tripe Pairings: Everyone, 1x2, 3x4x5 Warnings: Citrus, AU, OOC Weirdness, Language, Adult Humor, Self-Insertion, Yaoi, Mary Sue Abuse(yay!) Rated: R Archived: SDQB, S_E Updates, FF.net, GWFF
Disclaimer: I don't make money writing fanfiction about the characters from Gundam Wing. Especially stuff like this. Thanks to Mandy, Alleyprowler, Anne, Bast, Hexidecimalrebooted, and Rain for sharing and contributing content to this story. Flames will be used to roast hot dogs and marshmallows for the characters as they laugh at you.
Chapter 2
No sooner had Heero resolved to take action against the Dread Mary Sue, but he began to feel.odd.
"Heero." Trowa gave him a frantic hand signal; he was still unable to utter more than one word at a time.
"Trowa! I seem to be getting smaller, and softer!"
"Pink.. lips." Trowa stared at Heero's mouth.
Heero fished around in his spandex for a shaving mirror. (Spandex Black Hole Storage..Okay, that's enough of that! You've had your plug now get lost!)
While delving into those 90% cotton, 10% lycra shorts, he noticed something alarming. "My dick is shrinking! My balls have shrunk to the size of peas! I'm growing breasts, dammit!"
Duo looked outraged. "All right, lousy characterization is one thing, but you're messing with my nookie, Dread Mary Sue!"
He whipped out( Not that, perverts! I swear to heaven, one little sexually oriented scene and you're all foaming at the mouth!) a set of lock picks, some C4 explosive, a giant economy sized tube of cherry flavored lube and some bubble gum from his silky chestnut braid. (Ha! A fanon point to me for using both "chestnut" and "silky" to describe Duo's braid in one sentence! High fives the fanon muse!)
Seizing the bubble gum, he unwrapped a piece and began to chew furiously. (Sugar helps him think, okay?)
"I know! Maybe the C4!" (The sugar had kicked in.) "We'll find this Dread Mary Sue and blow her back to the dark corner of hell where she came from." Duo laughed evilly, and his featured darkened dramatically. A small but deadly looking scythe appeared in his hand.
"Shinigami!" shrieked Pansy in dread, although Quatre had begun to morph again. He was somewhat taller, but his little finger seemed to be stuck in the extended position.
"I have this overwhelming urge to make us all tea and cookies!" Quatre went to see if the room had a kitchenette.
"Percy." Trowa rolled his one visible eye. Wufei nodded. He was familiar with Percy, who had once tried to give him tea after a serious abdominal wound and had damn near killed him!
"I hope Guido doesn't show up!" Wufei groaned loudly and unconsciously began to rub his ass. "You have no idea how much I hate that guy and his 10 inch dick! And he's always beating the piss out of us!"
"Testosterone." Trowa was undergoing his own transformation, and knew he'd soon be completely mute. He was wearing half a mask and had oversized clown pants on. Mute Clown Trowa began to emerge and Trowa knew he'd be juggling or throwing knives at any moment.
He gave Wufei a sad look. Wufei looked down at himself. His usual comfortable martial arts attire had given way to fishnet stockings, and a French maid's outfit, complete with high heels!
"OH no!" he yelled. "Wannabe Onna Wufei! I hate these fuck-me shoes! And I'm using Japanese. I'm Chinese, you stupid panty stain!"
"Well, that's what you get for all the ranting against women, it makes some writers think you're protesting too much!" Percy had made tea and was drinking it with his legs crossed in the blatantly stereotypical pose of a swishy gay male.
"I don't hate WOMEN!" Wufei grated out between clenched teeth, his ankles twisting painfully in the 3-inch heels. "Although I'll make an exception for Mary Sue."
"Oh, you look so cute!" Percy looked over at Heero who had been transformed into a Japanese schoolgirl wearing a sailor fuku, including a short pleated skirt and knee socks.
"I need my spandex back, I feel so naked!" said Heero in a high girlish voice, moistening his full pink lips.
"I want my Heero back, you dark fiend from the abyss!" Duo seethed and began to grow black wings from his back. He brandished the scythe in a threatening manner. "Shinigami is back from hell! And he's coming for you, Dread Mary Sue!"(A rock guitar riff was heard offstage.)
"Ooh, look at his pretty wings!" Percy drank another cup of tea and began to pass around some sugar cookies cut into the shape of angels. White wings sprang from his own back and he looked down and smiled cherubically at his sparkling white new clothes.
He batted his humungous blue eyes at Mute Clown Trowa and offered him a cookie. M.C. Trowa took three and began to juggle them.
"Little One!" said Wufei. "I was wondering when you'd show up!"
"Actually, it's 'Angel' but since I'm too sweet, innocent and clueless to object, you may call me 'Little One'."
"Don't you have to pee after all that tea?" Wufei was relieved to see his French maid's outfit was gone, and he was back in his usual attire. He leaned over to rub his aching toes.
"Angels don't do icky things like that!" Angel giggled and multi-colored sparkles flew around him like dust motes.
"Yeah, Angel craps sunshine and pisses lemonade," growled Shingami. "It's enough to make you puke!"
"Be gone! You evil dark creature of the night!" squealed Angel, and turned a blinding smile on Shinigami that scorched his black feathered wings.
"You know you want to fuck me!" yelled Shinigami as he dissolved into a myriad of black spots and once again became Duo.
"Boy, what a head rush!" Duo rubbed his face, and stumbling a little. "Did one of you slip something into my bubble gum?"
"Help me Duo, I'm a damsel in distress!" Heero was still a Japanese schoolgirl.
Duo was now wearing a velvet prince's costume. "Great, now I look like some moron in a grade school production of Sleeping Beauty!"
He pulled out his ornately gilded sword. "I'm coming Heero, hang on!"
"Did someone say 'coming'?" growled a seductive voice in his ear.
"Butch!" Wufei reached for his own sword, but it was missing. "Damn it! Run everyone!"
"Who's that!" Little One's eyes glowed as he fingered the collar around his neck. "He's so big and handsome!" Little One was naked except for a small blue silk thong and some glittery makeup.
"All right, who's gonna be my bitch?" Butch aka Super Seme Trowa was dressed in black leather pants and held a riding crop.
"Save me Prince Duo!" Sailor Heero cringed and ran to hide behind Prince Duo.
"This is getting ridiculous; how many fanon stereotypes can one crazed Mary Sue write in one lifetime?" Wufei folded his arms and looked disgusted.
"Maybe if we all concentrate and say, 'There's no series like Gundam Wing!' and click our heels three times, we can all get back home!" Wufei held out his hands in supplication to the other pilots.
"It's no use, Wufei," Duo said sadly. "We'll never be free of the Dread Mary Sue. We are hers to toy with! Besides I think we could get sued for stealing that from The Wizard of OZ."
"Gundam Wing got away with using 'OZ'. Wufei argued with him.
Butch grinned lasciviously at Little One, and stroked him with the riding crop, then delivered a stinging blow that made Little One scream and moan simultaneously.
"Stop that, Trowa, you know this is entirely out of character!" Wufei felt he might be safe now, after all, he had fewer silly fangirls lusting after him than the other pilots and was often neglected entirely in fanon.
"I know, but I can't help it, I want to put big hickeys all over Little One, beat him silly and drip hot candle wax on him!"
"That's not even proper bondage!" Duo put his hands on his velvet-covered hips. "You're supposed to use safe words!"
"Thirteen year old girls don't know that!" Trowa tried to put down the riding crop.
"Come on Trowa, fight it! You too Heero, I need you back in fighting shape so we can defeat the Dread Mary Sue. Besides, this is really gonna screw up our date tomorrow night! Quatre, I need your brilliant strategic mind to come up with a plan! We gotta get out of here before we forget who we really are!"
"Trying!" Quatre's face was tense with concentration. "I'm really trying Duo, but she might be too strong for us!"
"We won a war, we can beat one deluded fangirl!" Duo exhorted them. "Wufei, you seem almost normal, help me!"
"Duo is right! We must fight this injustice! Our characters are being maligned!"
"I think I feel my IQ rising!" Quatre stood up and he had on his usual ensemble of a pastel dress shirt, a vest and khaki pants. "Oh, this is much better! I thought I'd never get that thong out of my ass!" He peeked down the front of his pants. "Welcome back Balls! I missed you!" He laughed with sheer delight. "Trowa, I don't want Butch, I want you." He dropped his voice. "Save those pants for later, though, baby. They're hotter than a popcorn fart!"
Trowa grinned and cleared his throat. "I can talk again!" He pulled Quatre into his arms and hugged him. "I'm me again!"
"Come on Heero, you can do it. Get your own balls back, we need them!" Duo grabbed Heero and shook him. "Snap out of it, you're not a giggling schoolgirl. You're a highly trained mission specialist who operates a sophisticated piece of technology!"
"Don't feel lonely, Heero." Quatre looked pissed. "They're always forgetting that about me too!"
"Hey, it just as easily could have been me." Duo smiled as Heero's face and body began to take on its familiar masculine lines. "I hate being Duette!"
"Well, to be fair, maybe Mary Sue has never seen the series. Maybe she's assuming the stories she's read are all canon." Quatre looked at the others to gauge their reaction.
"No excuse!" snorted Wufie "What's she doing writing stories about something she's never even seen?"
"Well, there's the manga," said Heero, now clad in his normal attire of tank top, shorts and sneakers. "You could at least read that. I've seen it online."
"I think the Dread Mary Sue is just some poor misguided kid." Trowa pulled thoughtfully at his hair. "Maybe we can show her the error of her ways and ask her to stop writing this nonsense about us."
"Won't work!" Duo shook his head. "We've all tried. These fanon depictions go on and on!"
"What are we going to do, gentlemen?" Quatre held out his hands to them.
"I say we hack into her hard drive and crash it." Heero's fingers itched at the thought.
"We could offer her a truce," Quatre suggested. "If she promises not to write anymore crappy fanon, we could see to it her acne clears up."
"I say we break into her house, tie her to the bed post and tickle her with a feather until she passes out."
"Inventive Duo, but hardly helpful. Keep that in mind for our date tomorrow, though." Heero shook his head at Duo, then smiled.
"I could run her through with my katana."
Everyone looked at Wufei. "Hey, it's an R rated story. Violence is allowed."
"Kind of extreme, don't you think?" Quatre frowned at Wufei.
"After what we've been through? NO! My feet still hurt from those friggin shoes."
"I know, why don't we get someone to write a story making fun of fanon stereotypes?" Quatre clapped his hands together in delight. "Then maybe the Dread Mary Sue will realize what a disservice she's doing to our characters."
"I couldn't agree more." A suave voice was heard and Treize Kushrenada came into the small motel room.
"Treize!" Wufei looked stunned.
"Surprised to see me, Wufei?" Treize sounded almost coy.
"Well, yeah, actually. You're dead, Jim; I mean Treize."
"This is fanfiction, my dear dragon. I've been resurrected more times than a cheesy sitcom plot."
"Oh." Wufei sniffed. "Do I smell roses?"
Treize sighed. "Yes, it seems to follow me everywhere in these kinds of stories."
"Geez Treize, ya smell like an old lady." Duo grinned at him.
"I even have to put a rose scented suppository up my ass for rimming scenes." Trieze frowned. "Fangirls are such a colossal pain." He sat down and then shifted uncomfortably.
"Why are you here?" Heero asked him point blank. It felt great to be back to his usual pragmatic self.
"I'm here to help destroy Mary Sue, of course. It won't be the first time we've fought together to rid ourselves of a mutual enemy."
"Smooth as ever, Treize." Wufei looked at him, his features softening.
"And you are as handsome as ever, my Wufei." Treize offered him a 100 watt smile. Wufei blushed and looked away.
" Zechs should be along momentarily." Treize looked over at Heero to gauge his reaction.
Heero glared. "We don't need him!"
"Oh, come on, we need all the help we can get!" Wufei turned to him. "I know Zechs isn't your favorite character, but he is a hell of a fighter."
There was a knock at the door and Quatre went to open it. "So, she got you too, my friend." Treize gave Zechs a sympathetic look.
"She's decided she likes my long flowing platinum locks." Zechs scowled. "Although I have to admit, that hot lemon scene with Quatre wasn't entirely unappreciated." He winked at Quatre.
Quatre blushed and looked at his shoes as Trowa and Wufei stared at him.
"Hey, she made me do it!" Quatre glared back at them.
"One more reason to get rid of that bitch Mary Sue!" Trowa growled.
"Be careful, Butch will be back full force if you keep that up!" Quatre warned him.
"Well, now that we're all here, shall we decide what strategy we will use against the Dread Mary Sue?" Treize looked expectantly at the others.
"Of course you know, this means war!" Duo mimed pulling off an imaginary white glove and slapping Mary Sue across the face.
TBC
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