Warnings: Extremely angry doll inside. Has strange tendency to blow things up. Use caution. An AU in the making. Minor swearing inside.
Rating: PG-13.
Summery: Milliardo hated action figures, so why he got the twelve-inch-tall Zero-One Gundam Pilot: Heero Yuy, "G.I. Joe-like" action-figure for his tenth birthday, he never knew...
Disclaimer: Grumble, grumble sigh ...I do not own Gundam Wing, nor will I ever own it. I am just a poor, pitiful wannabe-author that isn't worth suing, so, if you please, just don't.
"Denotes speech."
'Denotes thought.'
Denotes writing.
"Denotes over a phone"
It Just Figures
By: Prinder
Chapter Three
"Running Shoes?"
"Check. So, how am I going to be able to get in contact with Heero if we don't know if Relena is even going to be using the same name or even look the same as the most current picture we have? The picture itself is two years old already!" Duo complained as Quatre finished running a checklist through of all of Duo's things while Trowa got their van turned up and ready to drive Duo to the spaceport. Wufei was still in the process of working on the finer details on Duo's "Cover-story".
"I know, but it is the best that we have to offer, maybe we'll get lucky and Heero will be able to give you a sign. Flashlight?"
"Check," Duo sighed. "Yeah, but this totally sucks--" Duo said, cutting himself off with a groan when Quatre winced at his potty mouth, one would have thought that Quatre would have gotten used to it, after all of the years that they had spent working together, 'But nooooooo, he has to be a permanent swear-a-phobic.' Duo thought, "Uh, sorry man, it just kind of slipped."
"It's okay. Tracking device?" Quatre replied, smiling ruefully at his own spontaneous reactions; some things you just never grow out of. To his credit, however, Quatre was proud that he could now say "crap" without fear of blushing at himself. Ah, the naivety of youth wasted in a strict Catholic School.
"Check. Why do I even need to bring that, it's not like one of you guys will be down there with me, right?" Duo questioned as he lightly tossed the offending object up and down in the palm of his hand as he seated himself on his bed, next to where he was packing and repacking things away. In all honesty, if it wasn't for Quatre running a list of things that he would need, Duo would be likely to forget his own head if it didn't come already attached to his shoulders.
"Better safe than sorry," Quatre quoted. "Deodorant?"
"Yeesh, why are you worried about something like that? What, just in case they catch me and decide to smell my armpits?" Duo joked as he casually stood up and tiptoed over to his dresser to fetch his container of "Speed Stick" while Quatre's eyes were directed out the small, round, "porthole" at one side of the room, it being fitted with a pane of glass so that served as a window in Duo's otherwise very dark, but thankfully clean, room.
"You almost forgot it, didn't you?" Quatre commented with a smile, he knew that Duo knew the jig was up.
"Yeah okay. So now what's next, my underwear?" Duo questioned sarcastically.
"I'll take that as a 'check' as well." Quatre murmured as he marked off the box on the notepad next to "under-things" before glancing up and around Duo's room.
There was a reason why Wufei dubbed this place "The Cave", Quatre mused, as, while the walls weren't black, the room was still very dark despite its stucco-gray walls, which held the tell-tale signs of leaking from the roof as there were watered rust streaks running down the outside-side walls. He would have to get that fix, though he wondered why Duo hadn't said anything to him about it before. The furniture itself was old, and not in the best condition, as Duo had found most of it left by other neighbors' dumpsters or in the garbage dump itself. Quatre shook his head at the memory; Duo would always say "one man's trash is another man's treasure" when he got back, usually smelling exactly like what he had undoubtedly been digging in for goodness-knows how long until Heero would threaten to dunk him in the nearest public fountain if he didn't get into a shower.
"Yo, Quatre, you still in there?" Duo asked, waving a hand in front of the distant expression that was his friend's face.
"Huh? Oh!" Quatre replied, blinking and taking a step backwards in surprise, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking. Do you have your phone?" he asked, quickly moving his eyes back to his notepad, but not before catching the frown that crossed Duo's face as he did so.
"Dude, You okay? Maybe you've been working too hard," Duo commented. "And yeah, I got it." Duo said, reaching deep into his pocket right pant pocket to feel for the sleek silver plastic cellular phone.
Quatre smiled. It was nice to have friends that genially cared about you. If it was one thing that Quatre knew, it was that sometimes not even family could do that; sometimes it really just took real friends to know that you are worried about. "I'm okay, and maybe I am overworking a bit, but we don't have much of a choice--"
"--Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't have to tell me, I know. I was just checking that's all." Duo cut in, waving his hand dismissively as he walked back to his bag.
"Thanks Duo. Credit card?"
"That never leaves me even when I take a bath, Q-man."
"I didn't need to know that Duo. Laptop?" Quatre grimaced.
"Yep, like I'm actually going to forget this..." Duo replied with a grin as he patted the beaten up leather case that toted "his baby".
"Actually, there was that one time three years ago when--" Quatre started slowly.
"--Next!" Duo cut in, not wanting to be reminded of Quatre's excellent memory. Quatre smiled, he knew he had made his point.
"Clothes?"
"Duh."
"Batteries?"
"Yeah."
"Toothpaste?"
"Shit."
"Duo!" Quatre groaned, "Your language..."
Duo laughed nervously as he fetched the tube of mint-flavored gel from the bathroom down the hall, "Sorry Quatre! It--"
"--I know, it just slipped," Quatre sighed, deciding that this was going to take forever. "Passport?"
"In my wallet." Duo said proudly, for once knowing exactly where he put something.
"And your Wallet is where?"
"Uhhhh..."
Quatre just shook his head bemusedly, "In the living room, on the floor, next to the back left leg of the coffee table." He said, quickly tacking off the last place he had seen it.
"Thanks man!" Duo replied as he rushed downstairs, leaving Quatre alone to think,
'Sometimes they never learn.'
Upon making it downstairs and finding his wallet, indeed, exactly where Quatre said it would be, Duo made a bee-line to the kitchen to grab a quick snack and check on Wufei, who was typing at his own computer, which he didn't like keeping in his room because he couldn't hear anything in there when he shut the door and he didn't trust a house full of guys, with no social lives to speak of mind you, to be silent. "How's it going?" Duo asked, as he peered over the shorter man's broad shoulders.
"Slow, but I am almost done." Wufei replied, choosing to ignore Duo's skills at annoying people just by standing too close for comfort.
"Well, that's better than how Mother-hen-Quatre and I have been doing. You would think that I've never left this place before, with the way he quizzes sometimes," Duo joked, "Say, has Trowa come up for air yet, he's been working on that van for at least two hours?" Duo asked as he stood up straight again and looked around the modestly sized kitchen.
It was odd, for all of Quatre's power and control that he had over his Daddy-dear's checking account; he didn't spend much on living. Most of it went to funding things like Duo's shuttle flight and their equipment. True, with the exception of the small leaking problem in his own room, the place they called home wasn't half-shabby, but still there were places a LOT better than this one that Quatre could have claimed, so why didn't he take one of those?
Wufei shrugged, "I haven't seen him yet." Wufei replied as his hand shifted over to the mouse pad and moved the pointed arrow on the screen to click on "print".
"Huh, think that I should go check on--"
"Duo! Are you going to come back up here sometime within the next century, or do I have to come and fetch you?" Quatre yelled, his almost never-ending patience having run out.
Duo winced as Wufei laughed, pulling the freshly printed papers out of the printer and placing them in Duo's hand, "You best be going. I'll check on Trowa for you." Wufei said as Duo started marching his way back up the stairs.
"Yeah, thanks man."
"Don't mention it. I need the exercise anyway." Wufei called up the stairs to Duo, who was skimming over the major points to the cover story that Wufei wrote. Sparing Quatre a quick nod of acknowledgement, the blonde had smiled and given him a quick wave from the top of the stairs when he and Duo parted ways, Wufei took the back door, which was located on the north-side wall in the living room, outside to the garage where he heard Trowa digging through his tools. As he walked in through the half-open side door, he noted that Trowa, who had the foresight to wear a set of steel gray cover-alls, had somehow gotten oil and grease splotches all over his clothes, face and hands. Wufei made it a point to lean up against the door, which emitted a low, grinding, screech from its rusty hinges; purposely alerting the taller man, who had his back turned to him and was busy looking for right sized wrench socket. After waiting a moment to see if Trowa would speak first, Wufei opted to start the conversation, "How's it coming?"
Trowa's callused hands paused, one with the socket wrench, and the other with a 3/16th sized socket just touching its fingertips. Lifting and turning his head slightly to the right so that he could see past his bangs, Trowa replied, "Slow. The battery got drained because the last person that used it left the headlights on."
Wufei smirked, he had a good idea on who it was, "Quatre?" he guessed.
"Most likely. He isn't used to manual shut-offs." Trowa said casually as he snapped the socket onto the wrench with a satisfying "click" before turning back to the van, which had the hood on it wedged up by an iron pipe.
"He doesn't know yet?" Wufei asked as he made use of him self, grabbing the flashlight on a nearby workbench and turned it on, shining its strong beam onto the murky old steel that was the engine.
Trowa nodded his gratitude as he gave Wufei a curt "Thanks." Turning back to a particular bolt, he answered, "No, and we aren't telling him. The last time this happened, Duo and I agreed that he would only end up feeling guilty and further stressed out."
"That makes sense. He is known for taking too much on himself." Wufei commented dully. "How long until you are finished?" Wufei questioned as he watched Trowa skillfully force down the bolt, at the same time adjusting the case that went over the cooling fan, into its proper place.
Trowa reached over to the iron bar with one hand and, after clearing the area of his equipment, wrestled it lose, causing the hood fall, snapping shut, and Wufei to take a reflexive step back. "Right now." Trowa said as he took a rag, using a special mock orange-scented degreaser, and scrubbed his hands clean. "You can go tell Duo that his ride awaits." Trowa said, the smallest trace of humor nipping at the edges of his voice, making Wufei's mouth automatically twitch up into an amused smirk.
Wufei shut off the flashlight before returning it to its place on the workbench as he said, "Right. I'll go get him."
"Thanks."
With one last nod to his companion, Wufei headed back for the house.
At the haphazard buzz of the alarm clock, Relena yelped and tumbled out of her bed, ending up in a wadded heap of blankets and limbs on the floor. Her right hand swung up blindly, as her face was still lost somewhere under the sheets, feeling for the nightstand. Narrowly missing Heero, who had, though she did not know it at the time, rolled out of her way at the last moment, she was hoping to snag the offending object so that she could throw it at the nearest wall.
It was a fairly safe guess of Heero's to assume that she was having a rough start to her day.
Finally slapping her hand down on the "snooze" button, momentarily silencing the horrid contraption before all but ripping herself out of the tangled mass of fabric. Her hair a puffed-up jumble on one side of her head and her nightgown twisted high on her body, showing off more than sufficient amounts of leg. Heero closed his eyes more for her sake than for his as she busied herself with unwinding it, grumbling to herself until the alarm went off again, making her jump before shutting it off properly.
In some ways, Heero was amazed at what he could get away with. Humans, by nature, only looked for what they expected to see, and as such, it gave him room for things such as closing his eyes or jumping out of the way of things when they weren't paying attention. Usually, even when he was seen doing the small or otherwise very quick movement, they brushed it off as a figment of their imaginations, or the light playing tricks on them, or something of equal dismissive value. Hearing Relena scamper off to the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, Heero opened his eyes and glanced out the window. Though it was almost seven o'clock, it was still rather dark out, mostly due to the fact that it was late autumn and, judging by the distant rumbling in the sky outside, going to rain shortly.
Coming back into her room, hastily tying the thin black ribbon closure on the high neck of the blouse on her school uniform, she moved over to stand in front of her mirror so that she could see properly. Her magenta jacket slung over her left arm, which matched the wrinkleless calf-length skirt, showing that she had apparently dressed herself in the restroom while she was at it. Inwardly, Heero gave his nod of approval for her making efficient use of her time. Sliding her arms into the jacket, Relena cringed at her reflection in the mirror; the shoulders were too wide and padded and the sleeves were puffed, making her shoulders look twice their normal size, which wasn't overly flattering as it tended to make ones neck look non-existent. To the outfit's credit, however, because the skirt was "A-line"-- meaning that it slowly belled out the further down it went-- it gave the impression of a very narrow waist. This was something Relena always thought that she never had as most of her other clothes were cut to add bulk to her petite figure. Giving her hair one last look-over to make sure that every strand was in place, she allowed herself a small sigh and said to her reflection, "Well, it will just have to suffice."
In all frankness, Heero couldn't say that he knew exactly what she thought was so bad about her uniform, aside from the fact that it was an exceptionally vibrant pink and had more lace than a fabric store. Slightly, Heero tilted his head to regard her form. She wasn't ill proportioned, that much he could say. Even though she might not have been able to tell in the bulkier things that she would wear, her figure did have curves to it, despite how her tutors would tell her that she was as thin as a rail and just how stick-like she appeared. Inwardly, he often pondered if this was the reason why she couldn't see how, dare he think it, pretty she was. It was pathetic how women would get hung up on social stigmas and peer-pressure like that.
Nodding her head, as if to give herself a mental pep-talk, Relena turned from the mirror and looked at Heero's resting place on her nightstand. "Don't get into any trouble while I'm away, Heero." She warned jokingly before striding, her movements full of grace-- that was all but beaten into her by her dance-instructors when she was 10-- over to him and quickly standing him up. Adjusting the positioning of his legs, arms, hands and feet until he was balanced solidly on his feet with his arms crossed in what could only be described as a sour expression, Relena laughed. "Don't give me that look Heero, I know how you are," she said her smile fading from it's original cheer to that of almost morbid irony. "We wouldn't want anyone to catch on that your alive, would we?" And with that, Relena cleared the emotion from her façade before turning and walking purposively out the door.
Heero waited until he hear the distant sound of the large and heavy front door being slammed shut before allowing himself to wobble on his feet before flopping back down onto his rump. There were times when even he wasn't so sure if she was simply playing with herself or not when she talked to him. After all, wasn't it only yesterday that she told him that, once upon a time she thought that he WAS really alive? Was that little display a simple act of strange humor on her part, or had she seen him roll out of the way of her flailing arm when she was looking for her alarm clock?
Heero leaned back so that he head rested on the base of the lamp, his arms limply extended out on either side of him. If he was sure of how she would react-- and he really wasn't, considering all of the trauma that she had been put through as of late-- he would be hard pressed to let her know that it WASN'T just in her head that he was a living being. That he was not just a mindless, soulless, plaything; like her mind kept insisting. 'How long has it been again, since I was turned into this?' Heero thought as he lifted his left hand up to brush his unruly bangs out of his eyes, 'Years, so many years that I think I've forgotten how old I am. I still think of myself as a teenager, though that is hardly the case.' He paused in his thinking to glare at the ceiling, 'But now that I got word to Duo, what is next, what is my next move?' he thought with a growl before saying out loud, to no one in particular, "And what happens if they can't change me back, damnit?"
"So that's your mobile suit?" Lucrezia asked as she looked up at the bluish-purple humanoid-looking machine before glancing down at the information sheet that her friend had handed to her and chanced to see, in block-bold letters, the word Leo next to the words model type. She drew up the left-hand corner of her upper lip in distaste; it really had to be the ugliest mobile suit model that OZ had to offer.
"Admit it, you only say that because you don't like the color." Milliardo joked, his voice somehow managing to remain even and deadpanned, as he jerked his thumb accusingly at her Aries, which was colored in the militaristic fashion of dusty olive green. In his mind, she had no right to pick on him about the suit that they had assigned him.
"Don't even go there, Zechs." She replied with a scowl. It wasn't his fault that her expression made him want to snigger, to his credit, however, he managed to control the urge before the door at the end of the long gang-plank slid open and allowed Treize to step through.
"At ease." Treize said, purely out of habit, it seemed, as neither of them bothered to make a move to salute. "Have you both seen to the modifications needed on your suits?" He asked in a bored, drawling tone.
"Yes, we have." Milliardo replied warily, purposely dropping the "sir", which normally would have come standard from all soldiers' lips when addressed by superior. Treize might have been running this three-ring circus, but Milliardo was still his best friend, and most likely, his strongest ally; he wouldn't dare pull rank on Zechs Marquise, also known among the lower-ranks as "The Lightning Count", the fastest pilot to date.
"Glad to hear it Zechs." Treize said, making his approval known.
"Sir," Lucrezia questioned, "Why did you want us to hurry and make the adjustments? What is going on? Is something heating up? Sir--" She cut herself short as Treize raised his hand to her, demanding her silence.
"That I can not say. For now, let us just assume that I want you both prepared for anything that might come." He replied slowly, hinting at things hidden far below his words. They knew what that meant, Lucrezia, also known simply as Noin, had hit the nail right on the head yet again. She always astounded her two male companions by her uncanny perception.
If Lucrezia and Treize continued to converse, Milliardo was too deep in his thoughts to hear any of it; it wasn't very long ago, was it? Milliardo thought, 'It was only a day or so ago since I first came here, and look at how quickly I have earned myself this reputation.' Milliardo snorted to himself, 'The Lightning Count. Why they raise me to such a high pedestal, it is beyond the grasp of my intellect.' Milliardo pushed his way past Treize and left the Mobile Suit Bay, Lucrezia calling out to him in confusion as he left.
Quickly deciding on going to the training facilities' dining hall, Milliardo ambled his way over to an elevator, climbing on as the sliding, brushed steel, doors opened and informing the person closest to the buttons on the right that he wished to go to the third level. His mind drifted to his sister, wondering what had become of her since he had ordered her to go with the Dorlains. 'Would she ever forgive me for staining my hands, tainting myself with the blood of so many lives, for stooping to a level where I used my age and higher social standing to make her bend to my will?' Milliardo thought and, for once, blessed his foresight in thinking of wearing the heavy titanium mask that crowned the top of his head and hid his eyes and face almost completely from view. When Treize had heard his need for a disguise, he leapt at the idea and all but thrown the chunky helmet at the white-blonde man. Noin, for her part, had quickly fashioned a story of Zechs Marquise, the young man who was scarred deeply in a mobile suit malfunction to the point where the upper part of his face, where he had supposedly caught the brunt of the blast, was marred beyond repair. Milliardo chuckled to himself as the elevator ended its ascent and the doors slid open for some of the passengers to step out, leaving him inside the moving cage-like structure alone.
'Lucrezia Noin, tomboy, rebellious, wise, witty, sarcastic...and unbearably sexy,' Milliardo thought with a smile as he watched the numbers light up in turn; he was now somewhere between the second and third floor. 'Lucky for me she doesn't know it yet,' He thought with narrowed eyes, 'Though, if I'm not careful, some other little upstart fly-boy pilot just might steal her right out from under my nose. She might not see the looks the other men give her, but I'm not blind.'
Stepping out on the desired floor, Milliardo turned left down a long narrow hallway, one very much like the one they had gone down when they first came to this place. Even now it still appalled him that all it took for him to gain this "walk on water" reputation, was to just jump into a simulator and play few rounds at the highest difficulty level until two in the morning. It was the fastest way that he could think of to master the controls and technique, but apparently he was the only one who had either thought of it, or was ox- stubborn enough to work at it long enough to accomplish his goal. Milliardo snorted, 'I guess this is what sets Peacecrafts apart from all of the rest. We are nothing if we are not persistent.'
Walking into the dining hall, he was greeted by cheers and whooping howls and applause. He tried not to look shocked and just pushed his way through the bubbly crowd to the lunch-line. Another cadet, Benjamin Walker, a short and geeky-hippy looking young man with spiked dirty-blonde hair and turquoise eyes, gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder as he reached for a food tray.
"I don't know why you're so gloomy. You've surpassed everyone's expectations, all on your own, and in such a short time. You should be proud of yourself!" Walker said loudly so that he could be heard among the noise.
"So I take it that this whole brouhaha is because of me?" Zechs questioned dryly.
"Don't be so modest! Even you can't deny that, mastering the controls in twenty-four hours like that, wasn't an extraordinary feat." Walker sniped.
"You all give me too much credit."
"You are the first one to beat the simulator like that, not even the instructors could do what you did."
Milliardo fell silent. He hated inflating his ego, it always made him wary about what would happen if he got too over confidant, but Walker was right, not even he could pretend to not be pleased with himself.
He just wished that people wouldn't make it so easy for him to boost his pride like that.
"My name is Relena Dorlain."
"Thank you, Miss Relena. Go take the seat by the window, four rows up and on the left." The teacher, who turned out to be a Nun and St. Gabriel, a posh Catholic University, said and took her own place at the front desk at the head of the class. Leaving Relena to coolly take her seat.
Once seated, and the Nun's attention turned to explaining the day's lesson and discussion topic-- as it was a class on politics and debate, or so Relena discovered later-- and away from the students, Relena glanced around. The room was large, in all of its dimensions—length, width, and height—and all of the desks were old and painted a gloomy brownish-red. The setup of the room was odd; with the long 18th century desks lined up on wide steps, it looked like a cross between a movie theater and an auditorium with the main focus being set on a stage-like platform made of unstained oak. The Nun's desk was stationed there on the far left, with a pedestal with a microphone centered in the middle for everyone to see. It was there that the Nun now stood, speaking into the microphone so that all could hear. Relena sighed mentally, she had not even been here for an hour yet and she already felt out of place. Everything here felt so impersonal; in a class of 65, there was no room left for individual attention. Turning her eyes back to the pedestal, she tuned her ears into the whispered comments made by the students around her.
"Miss Relena is so great. How does she do it, sitting there silent and unmoving like that?" One girl said about three rows back to her companions. Relena's back, if it was even possible, stiffened as her curiosity piqued.
"Do we know anything about her?" Another girl, her tone was soft and shy, asked.
"No. Not a thing." Came the reply from the first girl, whose voice was stronger, seeming more out-going and at least an octave lower then her friend.
"Well, do you know what I heard? I heard that she's the Foreign Minister's daughter." A crackling, sharp sounding, voice said, fishing for someone to bite on what sounded like the start of a juicy rumor. Relena inwardly rolled her eyes; there is always at least one nosy gossip in a clique of snobbish, giggly, girls; or so her brother had told her one day after coming home from school for the weekend. Mentally squelching that thought down and out of her mind's eye, she forced herself to split her attention, half on the teacher, half on the girls behind her.
"They had a daughter?" an awed voice, similar to the shy one—in her head, she made a quick note to ask if they were related when she cornered them later— only slightly more airy, making Relena think that she was one of those girls who lived in daydreams, asked.
"He's a 'They'? I didn't know he was married." Commented the Shy One.
"What do you mean? You missed the conference two years ago when he took his wife to the social ball afterwards?" The Gossip raved.
"Shhhh, tone it down, you don't want Sister Lisa to hear us." The Stronger One hushed and the other three fell silent.
Relena strained her ears and fought with herself, trying not to turn around to see who they mysterious gossip's were. It was just so frustrating to be able to hear someone literally talking about you behind your back. Keeping true to what the last one said—mentally, Relena noted that there were only four different voices among them—they lowered their voices just a bit further.
"—Shame... I would have thought they would have sent her here sooner..." The Shy One said almost wistfully.
"Do you think that her mother home-schooled her?" Asked the Shy One, her tone still lacking the depth that came with logic.
"Don't be stupid, Elizabeth. They're too rich for them to just have her mom to do it or something like that." Said the Strong One.
"I guess that just means that she got hired tutors." Translated the Shy One.
"Wow, I bet she's super smart." The Airy One murmured loudly.
"So why is she here?" The Strong One questioned.
"Maybe they had some financial problems!" The Gossip exclaimed. No doubt, she was already piecing together some outlandish story about how Minister Dorlain got his pay cut because he was caught having an affair with his secretary or some other bit of hogwash that would be front page in the "Enquirer". Relena rolled her eyes physically this time. She hasn't even met them face to face yet and already she was starting to not like them very much.
"Kate... down please?"
"Sorry." Answered the Gossip. Relena smirked ruefully as she figured that must have been "Kate". She filed the information away for later.
"Do you think she heard us?" asked Shy one, who had been called "Elizabeth".
"Who, Sister Lisa?" questioned the Airy One.
"No, stupid, Miss Relena..." Elizabeth chided.
"I don't think so... she hasn't moved any yet." The Strong One mumbled.
"I wonder what she's like?" Kate exclaimed, sounding bouncy.
"It isn't hard to tell. She's so reserved and withdrawn. She must be a very serious no-funny-business type of person." Said the Strong one.
"You think so? She doesn't really look it. Her face isn't stone-like or anything, Christina." Elizabeth commented. Relena mentally nodded as she placed the name on the proper voice.
"You were the one who said that she was very serious, Elizabeth." Christina replied.
Kate huffed, "Are you sure that is really a person? She looks more like a statue to me."
"This from the girl who can't sit still for an—"Elizabeth began, but her speech was suddenly muffled by what Relena could only guess as a hand of one of her friends slapping over her mouth.
"Shh... Sister Lisa is looking this way..." said the Airy One, who still had not been identified.
Relena focused her full attention to the Nun-teacher again, deciding that she had better quit while she was still ahead. The name of the last girl really wasn't that important enough for her to be listening in for, and it was obvious enough to anyone who could have listened in that they didn't have anything worthwhile to say. Inwardly, Relena sighed,
'It is going to be a long day.'
Sorry people for the LONG wait. Things have been crazy, what with my new computer taking awhile to get used to the idea of it not being allowed to crash on me... grrr. Anyway, thanks to everyone for your glowing and fair reviews so far. I'm glad to hear that you seem to Enjoy It Just Figures.
Well, until next time!
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My Fan Fiction Ideas.
By: Prinder
1. I'm thinking about going a Gundam wing/Escaflowne fic; it would have five parts to the full series. The first part would be totally Escaflowne (mostly about how Hitomi gets back to Gaea and about her and Van's son, Aden Folken de Kenzaki-Fanel, long name, I know, and how he got separated from them) "Aden! Aden, where are you?" "I'm over here mummy!".
The second part would be Totally Gundam Wing (this part would be about how Heero discovers the hidden planet, a secret of Odin Lowe, Something that Dr.J left for him and eventually he gets taken to Gaea) "What's this? Cards...? That's what he left in his will for me?".
The third would be about Heero wandering around on Gaea trying to figure some things out and ending up meeting Van and Hitomi and the things that happen because of it "Oh good! You're awake! I was starting to worry about you." "Relena?" "Nope! You're a good guesser though; my name is Celena".
The fourth part is about Relena and the other G-guys trying to find him and somehow stumbling on the answers, and the way to Gaea themselves "How can you just stand there and not be worried about him? HOW? Heero could be lost laying in some cold damp street somewhere dying for all we know and you are all just standing there like it's no big deal!".
The last is the conclusion "Oh my god! HEERO!" she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a great bid hug, "I was afraid that I would never see you again! I missed you so much...". Ten votes here
2. This one is completely original on my part and is an AU unlike any other, that I know of. Heero, a Bounty-hunter, gets lost in a forest while trying to track down the Infamous thief, Duo Maxwell, and finds himself having to camp inside of a cave with a peculiar stream water flowing within it. After testing it and finding it "safe" to drink, Heero has his fill of it, but, unknown to him, quenching his thirst comes at a high price. He wakes up the next morning in the body of a wolf and finds out that he can only be human if there is no sun OR moon out! And now he has either find a cure, learn how to survive as a being of the forests, or else. "Astor! Shepherd! ...I hate it when they do this... You rotten dogs! Get back here!" "Well, well, look at what we have here boys... a pretty little lady lost and all alone. What do you say missy? Want old Joey and his friends to show you home?" the man snickered. "No! Let go of me! Somebody! Help, HELP! Eighteen votes here
3. This one is very common, but I'm willing to try my hand at it: Heero loves Duo, but he also loves Relena; and the feelings are mutual from both of them. What is a guy to do? This would be my first attempt at a yoai fic if I decide to do it. "The thing is, should I even try to have something more then just friendship with either of them? I don't want one of them to think that they lost me to the other...so, what do I do?" Four votes here
4. Locked away in a mental institution isn't what she had envisioned what would have happened to Him, him being Heero Yuy, but now, after Relena as seen him there with her own eyes, can she really say that he doesn't belong there? "Damn it, Relena, listen to me! I'm not-- let go of me-- I'm not crazy I tell you, I'm not!" Twelve for this one
5. Looking down at the Scrap-yard, she couldn't help but feel more then just a touch of jealousy towards the black-haired blue-eyed ex-oz soldier, Hilde. But knowing that she wasn't what he needed in his life; she kept her heart out of it, and started working on putting both the Deathscythe pilot and the girl together; even if it killed her. This would be my first Duo-and-Hilde fic. "Ugh! How hard could it possibly be for this MORON to pull his head out of his ASS long enough to see that this chick digs him? I can't believe this!" Four votes here
6. What if Triton Bloom was alive, and he wasn't Trowa? What would No-name do, and think, if he met Cathy's real brother? Would he feel replaced and out-matched compared to the real thing? A Non-romance fic, this is just about family. "You want me to share a room with him?" "Yes, Trowa, I want you guys to share a room. Don't look at me like that! It won't be so bad!" two days later: "HELP! CATHY! Trowa's lost it! I think he's gonna kill me! HELP!" Nine votes for this one
7. Relena's guards love to work over-time, they never complain, they think they get paid too much for what little they claim to do, they're selfless, gentle, sweet, kind, caring, lovable...Are. You. Nuts? Felina, Jasmine, JinChi, Keanu, and Fiora are anything BUT that and now that the "great and all mighty non-perfect Heero Yuy" is around, they find themselves fighting to keep the jobs that they hate, all while trying to hook the lovebirds up! "Remind me again how it was that we got sweet-talked into this mess?" "If I do recall, it was you who suggested this outlandish idea, Fiora Eleri." "...Thanks for reminding me, why oh why did I want to do this?" "Because you're a hopeless romantic at heart?" "It's either that or she's crazy..." they all looked at each other for a moment before saying, "Crazy." Twenty-four votes for this one
8. What if: Western (the sequel to What if: Myth) what happens when a "city slicker" schemes to buy out a whole town that stands on the world's biggest oil-well in history? The Keepers of Mystic return to the lands of the living again, of course! But, how are they going to be able to reunite when they can't even remember whom they were? And, most importantly, who is who in the times of sharpshooters, outlaws, and "red-skins"? "I don't know who you are and, quite frankly, I just don't care. But, if you think that you're gonna get away without buying a ticket to ride this here train, you got another thing comin'!" Seven votes here
9. It's been done a million times before, but never in a way like this: Gundam Wing Outtakes, these outtakes, unlike most others out there, are geared more toward the funny-serious style that I am known for. "BRIAN! Stop making goggle eyes!" in this 'series' I will be using the names of the American voice actors and be telling of their exploits all through the series as if they really were the Gundam Pilots and all of the other characters. "Piffff! Hahahaha! I'm sorry Cole, I couldn't help it!" My first attempt at pure humor. Seven Votes for this
10. What if Relena never met Heero on that beach? What if she never found out that he was a Gundam Pilot? I'll be going back through the series and rewriting it to find out. What will the outcome be? Was meeting Heero Yuy a major part of her becoming the woman she is today? I hope to try and find out. "What kind of person is he?" Three votes here
11. The Shreens are beings from a distant plant outside of the earth's solar system who are a race of all women who survive by attacking other inhabited planets and stealing all of their men for the use of breeding and for slaves. And now, with Heero presumed dead, it's up to Relena to stop them before it's too late. "Don't you like my pet, Queen Relena? He has the most beautiful eyes. Why don't you come closer, my pet, so that she can see you better hum...?" Shiva said as the large figure that sat by her chair moved into the light. Relena gasped, "Heero!". My first attempt at writing lemons but since doesn't allow those anymore, I'll post the lemon parts to this fic (which aren't all THAT important to the plot) on my website (which is listed in my profile). Eleven votes for this one
12. "In other news today: Relena Darlian was shot today at the peace-talks on L4, she was dead on the scene. Relena left behind her brother and sister-in-law and their two-year-old son, Zachary. Relena, if you can hear us up there, we will miss you.... And now for--" Heero turned off the TV and looked over at the cat that lay curled up on the sofa next to him; it was nursing it's single, lonely, kitten. "They didn't mention you, Indigo." the black cat ignored him, but her yellow and orange-striped kitten stopped her suckling to look up at him and mew before going back to her mother's teat. 'Something is very strange about that kitten...' Heero thought. Too bad that he didn't know how right he really was... 'Well that explains a lot.' the kitten thought as she continued to nurse, 'I died that day and then... I was, I was reborn then as, as Indigo's kitten... Poor Heero, I wish I could tell him...' Twelve votes here
13. A request was made that I try to combine Story idea number Six and Seven together. I want to know if anyone else likes this idea. Six votes here
14. An epilogue for What if:Myth Five votes here
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