*It All Started Here*
Ishtar: Hey guys. I kno that the first chap was boring but this 1 will be better. Anyway, please review! Read on! I don't own anything!
Chapter2: These aren't my kids!
"Serena, girls, I want to introduce you to the Gundam prototypes. Now, with these prototypes, you shall see how the actual suits work. Beginning on the left these are the names of the prototypes: Deathscythe Hell, Shenlong, Heavyarms, Sandrock, and Wing." Setsuna waited for the girls replies.
"Wow! I can't believe it! Prototypes! I can't believe my eyes!" Amy had tears in her eyes.
"So, this really is like actual suits?" Lita asked.
"Sure is. Now if you will be quite, I'm going to assign you your Gundams. Hotaru, for your known intelligence of the art of black magic and death, I give you Deathscythe Hell." Hotaru squealed happily. She ran to the suit.
"Amy, for your intelligence, I give you Sandrock." Amy looked at the black, white, and tan suit behind her. She literally had hearts in her eyes.
"Lita, for strength, I give you Shenlong." Lita looked at the dragon clad suit.
"This is interesting." Lita said.
"Michiru, for your calmness and silence, I give you Heavyarms." Michiru looked over the red, orange, and white suit.
"I could get used to this."
"Now Serena, you are the leader. You lead, the commander, the mother of the team. For your leadership, expertise, and excellence, I give you the strongest of the Gundams, I give you Wing." Serena looked at the suit.
"When do we get to use them?" Serena asked.
"Now if you like. Thing is." Setsuna trailed off.
"Is?" Michiru asked.
"Well, you have to get into a tank naked to have your suits put on you. We are still in the process of making inner suits that fits the inside." Setsuna said.
"Well, let's go!" Serena walked to the room, the others following behind her. "Okay girls, strip. Then let's get a towel and go." Each girl stripped, a blush creeping on their faces.
"Girls, hurry up!"
"We're done!"
"Come out!"
"No one out there?"
"Nope."
The group of five came out.
"Okay girls, you have to let go of the towels and get into the capsule."
Lita, Amy, Michiru, and Hotaru let go and hurriedly stepped inside the tinted tank.
"Serena, let go of the towel."
"Never!"
"Let go!"
"Over my dead body!" Setsuna ripped the towel off Serena. Serena screamed and ran inside the tank. Setsuna nodded to Lt. Cassey. Lt. Cassey nodded back and began the process. The tank filled with a certain gooey substance. Hotaru started to scream.
"Hotaru, calm down. It's okay. Nothing 's going to hurt you." Lt. Cassey's voice sounded in Hotaru's tank. Hotaru calmed down. "Relax girls." Lt. Cassey left the microphone.
"Do they know that these are the real things?"
"Nope." Setsuna leaned back into a swivel chair. "I told them that they were prototypes."
"Let's hope they don't crash them. We are going to launch them into space, am I right?"
"Right as rain Taylor." Setsuna talked into the microphone on her headset.
"Ladies, you're done. Step out and take a look at yourselves."
Michiru stepped out first, white armored heeled boots clacked on the floor. "Look at me. I'm so.so."
"Cool! I could kick some major ass!"
"Whatever tomboy! Deathscythe Hell could kick Shenlong's ass anytime of the day!" Hotaru swung the scythe around skillfully.
"I feel so powerful." Amy said.
"I feel like I could take on an entire alien race!" Michiru pumped her fist in the air.
"That's what you are going to do in fact. That's why the Gundam Force was created. Now listen girls. We are going to launch you into space. You shall train there."
"Will we be back in time for lunch?" Hotaru asked.
"Get on the launcher." Serena demanded. She sounded stressed and stern. The girls sighed.
"Damn Serena, I thought you would be happy." Hotaru said.
"I am. I have to make sure that we win against the other teams. I must insure our victory. Now, get in the launcher!"
"Okay girls. You will be launched in ten.nine.eight.seven.six.five.four.three.two.one.zero!"
"Oh my Gosh! We're in space! Oh my gosh!" Amy screamed.
"Amy, breath. Slowly, in.out. Don't want to use all your oxygen in one visit do ya?" Lita asked.
"We have a mission." Serena's voice sounded in the four Gundams headsets.
"We are each given targets. We must survive our attacks and destroy all of our given targets. If you are too damaged to continue, drop out. Ready?" Serena asked. "I really don't care if your ready or not. Dr. Meioh?"
"Wing?"
"We are go for targets, I repeat, we are go for training."
Setsuna turned around and faced the screen. She held her tea. "You heard Wing, deploy targets!" Setsuna looked at the screen. "Wing, targets are go."
"I can't believe this! I still don't understand how to use my weapons! Setsuna!" Hotaru screamed. Again Hotaru was blasted by red paintball.and it hurt like hell!
"You must do this on your own." Hotaru sighed. She was blasted several times. Her monitor in her helmet blinked purple, signaling that she was too damaged and was out of the game. She flew to the spaceship. Now it was her, Michiru, and Amy on the sidelines. Only Lita and Serena were left but it didn't seem like Lita was going to be in very long.
"Aw damn! I'm out! Serena, you won! Come on in!" Lita called.
"I can not. My mission is not over. I still have targets left!" Lita shrugged.
Twist, flip, dodge, attack, uppercut, blast with buster rifle, Serena's target were getting harder and faster. Flip, spin. Serena cried out when she was kicked from behind. Her buster rifle flew out of her hand into empty space.
"Damn it!"
"Wing, you have six more targets. If you don't destroy them in sixty seconds, they will circle around you and self destruct. You now have sixty seconds."
Flip, punch, twist, scream. Forty seconds left, three down, three to go. Whip, twist the opponent, kick, use light saber. Twenty, fifteen, eleven, ten, nine, eight; the dolls were circulating around her. Seven, six, five, four; the dolls eyes were lighting up, their bodies glowing. Three, two, one! The explosion aftermath rippled through space, rocking the spaceship and gripping the loose Gundam team. They flipped backwards several times. They straightened. "Serena! Serena! Answer us!" No answer came.
"Oh God! Setsuna! You killed her!" Michiru screamed. Amy gathered a sobbing Hotaru into her arms.
"Serena! Serena!" Lita cried.
"Why are you all crying?" Came a stern voice.
"Do team 02 cry? I think not!"
"Serena?"
Out of the darkness came a red, white, and dark blue Gundam.
"I am the Perfect Soldier. It was a win-win situation. I had to win."
"Wing, finally you respond. Wonderful entrance. Status report."
"Status report. All systems green, Damage report, .5 percent damage to the side left leg. All systems normal."
Cheers erupted throughout space.
"Wonderful job girls. Now, I want you all to rest up for Battalion Formation tonight. Something special is about to happen. Also, you have new uniforms so put those on tonight as well. Well, goodbye girls, call me if you need me." Setsuna left.
"Home." Serena sighed. She threw her uniform jacket on the bed. She fell on it. Sighing, she curled up into a ball, intent upon sleeping, no dreams of the future, just sleep. When she curled up to her pillows, Serena noticed that there was a small lump. She sat up and poked it. The lump moved and then a tuff of brown hair was shown from under the covers. The thing under the bed stretched and crawled up, pulling the covers away. Messy brown hair lazily covered the young child's blue eyes. Serena screamed. The boy's eyes shot open.
"Who are you kid? And what are you doing in my bed?"
The boy reached for something off the bedside table. He pointed it at Serena. "Who are you and where did you come from?" yelled his tiny voice. Serena stared at the object in the boy's hand.
"I asked you first! Is that a toy gun?"
"It's a water gun!" the boy squirted Serena. Serena stumbled off the bed.
"Hey stop it! Rotten kid! Quit!" Serena ran out of the room, the boy's tiny feet running frantically behind her. "Stop squirting me! I said stop it damn it!" The boy stopped chasing Serena in the living room.
"Aw! You cussed! I'm telling!"
"Oh no you're not! Give that to me!" Serena grabbed the gun.
"You can't have that! Give it back!"
"No!"
"Give it back!"
"No!"
"Now!" the boy cried. Tears pricked his eyes.
"Tell me your name."
"Heero! Now gimmie!" Heero tried to grab for his water gun but he failed due to his height.
"Did I say that I would give this back? NO!"
"Give it!" Heero jumped up and down. He fell to the floor, banging his head on the rug.
"Gimmie! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!" Heero's little arms and legs banged on the floor. He screamed loudly for the water gun.
"Waaaahhhhh! Give it back! Gimmie!" Heero banged louder.
Serena, determined not to give back the gun, ran into the kitchen. She looked in the fridge. She pulled out some cherry pie and vanilla ice cream. She heated up the pie the put the ice cream on the side. Heero's banging continued.
"Gimmie! Waaaahhhhh!" Heero's tiny little fists banged and banged.
"Heero, Heero, look what I have for you. Look!" Heero raised his head. Serena held out a plate of pie and ice cream to him. Heero snatched it then sat on the couch, happily munching away at the delicious treat.
"You're welcome. I'm Serena by the way."
Serena walked to a phone and dialed a number. She wondered if she was the only person having kid problems.
Lita crashed on her couch. "So tired." She murmured. She didn't bother to undo the buttons on her jacket. Lita laid there, her hair down in a wild brown mass.
"You're heavy onna." Lita leaped up.
"Who said that?" Lita's eyes darted around the room.
"Me. Get off me!" The little mean voice said. Lita scrambled off the couch.
"Oh my gosh! It's a kid!"
"Really? Wow!"
"Hey! Kids your age shouldn't know how to be sarcastic!" Lita sat next to the sarcastic boy. His ebony hair pulled back into a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck.
"What's your name kid?" Lita asked.
"My name's Wufei." He said this with pride.
"Wufei, my name is Lita." Their stomachs rumbled.
"Guess you're hungry too huh? Well, I'll whip up something good."
Michiru set her jacket on the hanger. She was tense. "Maybe if I play my violin, I could relax." Michiru took out the violin case. She set it aside and began to play a beautiful song, joyful and upbeat. She ended the song but she felt she needed a different ending. Michiru's violin crashed to the floor. Standing in front of her was a boy no older than four, five the most. His mild colored brown hair was cropped to one side allowing a single eye to peer out at the world.
"That was nice. Please play another." Michiru stayed still.
"Who are you?"
"Trowa."
"What's your last name Trowa?" The boy's face faltered.
"I don't know." Trowa looked down. Michiru smiled. He posed no threat to her.
"Don't worry, I'll help you remember."
Amy put her key in the door. She jiggled it several times but it didn't open. "I hate this door!" she shouted. Amy sighed. She was tired, and sore. The last thing she needed was her door not opening. Amy let go of her key. She was about to walk to Serena's when the door flew open. Amy reeled back. A tiny wisp of a thing with platinum blonde hair smiled up at her.
"I heard you." The child told Amy.
"I'm glad but, who are you?"
"I'm Quatre R. Winner. What's your name?" Amy glided by Quatre. She patted his head when he closed the door behind her. How strange that a child would be in her apartment all alone. How did he get in she wondered.
"I'm Amy. Amy Lillian Mizuno." Amy set down her bag and necktie.
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Amy." Quatre said.
"Likewise."
Hotaru held a fat book to her chest. She could have sworn she heard a smacking noise. She rounded the corner. Hotaru's heart skyrocketed. She got on her hands and knees and crawled to the kitchen. The smacking was louder. With a loud scream, Hotaru jumped from her hiding place and found.a braided haired boy with his face covered in whipped cream and half a round tin-full of apple pie. Hotaru dropped her book. The boy cocked his head. He swallowed.
"Hi!" He said cheerfully.
"Hello." Hotaru replied.
"I was hungry."
"I could tell." Hotaru wet a washcloth and gently rubbed his face clean.
"Well you little eating machine, what's your name?"
"I'm Duo Maxwell. I like your pie."
"I figured."
"What's your name?" Duo asked, his pudgy hands digging into the pie and scarfing it down.
"I'm Hotaru Tomoe."
I hope you guys like this chap. Please review! I need encouragement! Well, await the next chap: Life with Kids! *Ciao* Ishtar
Ishtar: Hey guys. I kno that the first chap was boring but this 1 will be better. Anyway, please review! Read on! I don't own anything!
Chapter2: These aren't my kids!
"Serena, girls, I want to introduce you to the Gundam prototypes. Now, with these prototypes, you shall see how the actual suits work. Beginning on the left these are the names of the prototypes: Deathscythe Hell, Shenlong, Heavyarms, Sandrock, and Wing." Setsuna waited for the girls replies.
"Wow! I can't believe it! Prototypes! I can't believe my eyes!" Amy had tears in her eyes.
"So, this really is like actual suits?" Lita asked.
"Sure is. Now if you will be quite, I'm going to assign you your Gundams. Hotaru, for your known intelligence of the art of black magic and death, I give you Deathscythe Hell." Hotaru squealed happily. She ran to the suit.
"Amy, for your intelligence, I give you Sandrock." Amy looked at the black, white, and tan suit behind her. She literally had hearts in her eyes.
"Lita, for strength, I give you Shenlong." Lita looked at the dragon clad suit.
"This is interesting." Lita said.
"Michiru, for your calmness and silence, I give you Heavyarms." Michiru looked over the red, orange, and white suit.
"I could get used to this."
"Now Serena, you are the leader. You lead, the commander, the mother of the team. For your leadership, expertise, and excellence, I give you the strongest of the Gundams, I give you Wing." Serena looked at the suit.
"When do we get to use them?" Serena asked.
"Now if you like. Thing is." Setsuna trailed off.
"Is?" Michiru asked.
"Well, you have to get into a tank naked to have your suits put on you. We are still in the process of making inner suits that fits the inside." Setsuna said.
"Well, let's go!" Serena walked to the room, the others following behind her. "Okay girls, strip. Then let's get a towel and go." Each girl stripped, a blush creeping on their faces.
"Girls, hurry up!"
"We're done!"
"Come out!"
"No one out there?"
"Nope."
The group of five came out.
"Okay girls, you have to let go of the towels and get into the capsule."
Lita, Amy, Michiru, and Hotaru let go and hurriedly stepped inside the tinted tank.
"Serena, let go of the towel."
"Never!"
"Let go!"
"Over my dead body!" Setsuna ripped the towel off Serena. Serena screamed and ran inside the tank. Setsuna nodded to Lt. Cassey. Lt. Cassey nodded back and began the process. The tank filled with a certain gooey substance. Hotaru started to scream.
"Hotaru, calm down. It's okay. Nothing 's going to hurt you." Lt. Cassey's voice sounded in Hotaru's tank. Hotaru calmed down. "Relax girls." Lt. Cassey left the microphone.
"Do they know that these are the real things?"
"Nope." Setsuna leaned back into a swivel chair. "I told them that they were prototypes."
"Let's hope they don't crash them. We are going to launch them into space, am I right?"
"Right as rain Taylor." Setsuna talked into the microphone on her headset.
"Ladies, you're done. Step out and take a look at yourselves."
Michiru stepped out first, white armored heeled boots clacked on the floor. "Look at me. I'm so.so."
"Cool! I could kick some major ass!"
"Whatever tomboy! Deathscythe Hell could kick Shenlong's ass anytime of the day!" Hotaru swung the scythe around skillfully.
"I feel so powerful." Amy said.
"I feel like I could take on an entire alien race!" Michiru pumped her fist in the air.
"That's what you are going to do in fact. That's why the Gundam Force was created. Now listen girls. We are going to launch you into space. You shall train there."
"Will we be back in time for lunch?" Hotaru asked.
"Get on the launcher." Serena demanded. She sounded stressed and stern. The girls sighed.
"Damn Serena, I thought you would be happy." Hotaru said.
"I am. I have to make sure that we win against the other teams. I must insure our victory. Now, get in the launcher!"
"Okay girls. You will be launched in ten.nine.eight.seven.six.five.four.three.two.one.zero!"
"Oh my Gosh! We're in space! Oh my gosh!" Amy screamed.
"Amy, breath. Slowly, in.out. Don't want to use all your oxygen in one visit do ya?" Lita asked.
"We have a mission." Serena's voice sounded in the four Gundams headsets.
"We are each given targets. We must survive our attacks and destroy all of our given targets. If you are too damaged to continue, drop out. Ready?" Serena asked. "I really don't care if your ready or not. Dr. Meioh?"
"Wing?"
"We are go for targets, I repeat, we are go for training."
Setsuna turned around and faced the screen. She held her tea. "You heard Wing, deploy targets!" Setsuna looked at the screen. "Wing, targets are go."
"I can't believe this! I still don't understand how to use my weapons! Setsuna!" Hotaru screamed. Again Hotaru was blasted by red paintball.and it hurt like hell!
"You must do this on your own." Hotaru sighed. She was blasted several times. Her monitor in her helmet blinked purple, signaling that she was too damaged and was out of the game. She flew to the spaceship. Now it was her, Michiru, and Amy on the sidelines. Only Lita and Serena were left but it didn't seem like Lita was going to be in very long.
"Aw damn! I'm out! Serena, you won! Come on in!" Lita called.
"I can not. My mission is not over. I still have targets left!" Lita shrugged.
Twist, flip, dodge, attack, uppercut, blast with buster rifle, Serena's target were getting harder and faster. Flip, spin. Serena cried out when she was kicked from behind. Her buster rifle flew out of her hand into empty space.
"Damn it!"
"Wing, you have six more targets. If you don't destroy them in sixty seconds, they will circle around you and self destruct. You now have sixty seconds."
Flip, punch, twist, scream. Forty seconds left, three down, three to go. Whip, twist the opponent, kick, use light saber. Twenty, fifteen, eleven, ten, nine, eight; the dolls were circulating around her. Seven, six, five, four; the dolls eyes were lighting up, their bodies glowing. Three, two, one! The explosion aftermath rippled through space, rocking the spaceship and gripping the loose Gundam team. They flipped backwards several times. They straightened. "Serena! Serena! Answer us!" No answer came.
"Oh God! Setsuna! You killed her!" Michiru screamed. Amy gathered a sobbing Hotaru into her arms.
"Serena! Serena!" Lita cried.
"Why are you all crying?" Came a stern voice.
"Do team 02 cry? I think not!"
"Serena?"
Out of the darkness came a red, white, and dark blue Gundam.
"I am the Perfect Soldier. It was a win-win situation. I had to win."
"Wing, finally you respond. Wonderful entrance. Status report."
"Status report. All systems green, Damage report, .5 percent damage to the side left leg. All systems normal."
Cheers erupted throughout space.
"Wonderful job girls. Now, I want you all to rest up for Battalion Formation tonight. Something special is about to happen. Also, you have new uniforms so put those on tonight as well. Well, goodbye girls, call me if you need me." Setsuna left.
"Home." Serena sighed. She threw her uniform jacket on the bed. She fell on it. Sighing, she curled up into a ball, intent upon sleeping, no dreams of the future, just sleep. When she curled up to her pillows, Serena noticed that there was a small lump. She sat up and poked it. The lump moved and then a tuff of brown hair was shown from under the covers. The thing under the bed stretched and crawled up, pulling the covers away. Messy brown hair lazily covered the young child's blue eyes. Serena screamed. The boy's eyes shot open.
"Who are you kid? And what are you doing in my bed?"
The boy reached for something off the bedside table. He pointed it at Serena. "Who are you and where did you come from?" yelled his tiny voice. Serena stared at the object in the boy's hand.
"I asked you first! Is that a toy gun?"
"It's a water gun!" the boy squirted Serena. Serena stumbled off the bed.
"Hey stop it! Rotten kid! Quit!" Serena ran out of the room, the boy's tiny feet running frantically behind her. "Stop squirting me! I said stop it damn it!" The boy stopped chasing Serena in the living room.
"Aw! You cussed! I'm telling!"
"Oh no you're not! Give that to me!" Serena grabbed the gun.
"You can't have that! Give it back!"
"No!"
"Give it back!"
"No!"
"Now!" the boy cried. Tears pricked his eyes.
"Tell me your name."
"Heero! Now gimmie!" Heero tried to grab for his water gun but he failed due to his height.
"Did I say that I would give this back? NO!"
"Give it!" Heero jumped up and down. He fell to the floor, banging his head on the rug.
"Gimmie! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!" Heero's little arms and legs banged on the floor. He screamed loudly for the water gun.
"Waaaahhhhh! Give it back! Gimmie!" Heero banged louder.
Serena, determined not to give back the gun, ran into the kitchen. She looked in the fridge. She pulled out some cherry pie and vanilla ice cream. She heated up the pie the put the ice cream on the side. Heero's banging continued.
"Gimmie! Waaaahhhhh!" Heero's tiny little fists banged and banged.
"Heero, Heero, look what I have for you. Look!" Heero raised his head. Serena held out a plate of pie and ice cream to him. Heero snatched it then sat on the couch, happily munching away at the delicious treat.
"You're welcome. I'm Serena by the way."
Serena walked to a phone and dialed a number. She wondered if she was the only person having kid problems.
Lita crashed on her couch. "So tired." She murmured. She didn't bother to undo the buttons on her jacket. Lita laid there, her hair down in a wild brown mass.
"You're heavy onna." Lita leaped up.
"Who said that?" Lita's eyes darted around the room.
"Me. Get off me!" The little mean voice said. Lita scrambled off the couch.
"Oh my gosh! It's a kid!"
"Really? Wow!"
"Hey! Kids your age shouldn't know how to be sarcastic!" Lita sat next to the sarcastic boy. His ebony hair pulled back into a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck.
"What's your name kid?" Lita asked.
"My name's Wufei." He said this with pride.
"Wufei, my name is Lita." Their stomachs rumbled.
"Guess you're hungry too huh? Well, I'll whip up something good."
Michiru set her jacket on the hanger. She was tense. "Maybe if I play my violin, I could relax." Michiru took out the violin case. She set it aside and began to play a beautiful song, joyful and upbeat. She ended the song but she felt she needed a different ending. Michiru's violin crashed to the floor. Standing in front of her was a boy no older than four, five the most. His mild colored brown hair was cropped to one side allowing a single eye to peer out at the world.
"That was nice. Please play another." Michiru stayed still.
"Who are you?"
"Trowa."
"What's your last name Trowa?" The boy's face faltered.
"I don't know." Trowa looked down. Michiru smiled. He posed no threat to her.
"Don't worry, I'll help you remember."
Amy put her key in the door. She jiggled it several times but it didn't open. "I hate this door!" she shouted. Amy sighed. She was tired, and sore. The last thing she needed was her door not opening. Amy let go of her key. She was about to walk to Serena's when the door flew open. Amy reeled back. A tiny wisp of a thing with platinum blonde hair smiled up at her.
"I heard you." The child told Amy.
"I'm glad but, who are you?"
"I'm Quatre R. Winner. What's your name?" Amy glided by Quatre. She patted his head when he closed the door behind her. How strange that a child would be in her apartment all alone. How did he get in she wondered.
"I'm Amy. Amy Lillian Mizuno." Amy set down her bag and necktie.
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Amy." Quatre said.
"Likewise."
Hotaru held a fat book to her chest. She could have sworn she heard a smacking noise. She rounded the corner. Hotaru's heart skyrocketed. She got on her hands and knees and crawled to the kitchen. The smacking was louder. With a loud scream, Hotaru jumped from her hiding place and found.a braided haired boy with his face covered in whipped cream and half a round tin-full of apple pie. Hotaru dropped her book. The boy cocked his head. He swallowed.
"Hi!" He said cheerfully.
"Hello." Hotaru replied.
"I was hungry."
"I could tell." Hotaru wet a washcloth and gently rubbed his face clean.
"Well you little eating machine, what's your name?"
"I'm Duo Maxwell. I like your pie."
"I figured."
"What's your name?" Duo asked, his pudgy hands digging into the pie and scarfing it down.
"I'm Hotaru Tomoe."
I hope you guys like this chap. Please review! I need encouragement! Well, await the next chap: Life with Kids! *Ciao* Ishtar