Get Rel

NOTE:  I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.

Glad you guys approve of this sequel idea.

This sucked, it really did.  After all, what real man would allow himself to have steeped this low?!  Certainly not someone like Wufei, but the problem is Duo isn't Wufei, so he was stuck wearing this knee-length, aqua skirt (with boxers underneath), nylons, and a yellow tank top. 

"I ought to kill you both for this," he muttered as he straightened the skirt that liked to ride up his manly thighs.

Keeping his eyes on the road while driving their silver convertible, Heero replied, "Then you should have let Hilde give you a trim at the hotel yesterday."

"But she wanted to take off six inches.  Six!  That's half a foot!" argued Duo making an emphasis on the length by demonstrating the inches with his hands.

"I can do the math myself," Heero stated dryly.

From the backseat Hilde leaned forward a bit.  "Come on Duo, it's not that horrible.  It's not like we're forcing you to wear skirts or dresses," assured Hilde, hiding a mischief grin behind a forced yawn.

Instead of immediately replying Duo fidgeted with his padded bra that had pudding filled balloons tucked inside to act as breasts.  "No, but it's all that I can wear that won't reveal 'Duo Jr.' to everyone in this town that we're heading to."

Heero sighed, "Could have worn those baggy pants that Hilde had picked out for you to wear."

The former Deathscythe pilot just rolled his eyes at the suggestion.  "But I would trip in those things!  Besides, they do nothing for my figure," whined Duo.  "I mean come on, I have some killer hips."

The other two companions rolled their eyes as Heero pulled into a gas station and parked in front of a gas pump.  Hilde jumped out of the car to fill up the tank of gas wearing jean capris with an orange spaghetti strapped shirt.  Ignoring the wolf calls and the drooling men's stares Hilde just decided to lean against the car and twirl her newly bleached hair.

I should have died it ruby red or something instead of this ugly blond.  I look stupid as a blond, Hilde absentmindedly commented.  Then she glanced at the back of Heero's head.  Though I suppose Heero has it the worst, having to brush his hair for once, and brush his bangs off to the side of his forehead, then having to dye it that darkened orange color.

Quickly Hilde adverted her eyes when she noticed that Heero was turning around to her.  "Hilde, here's your drivers' license, social security card, credit card," to this Hilde raised an eyebrow.  "It's not meant to be used for shopping sprees, college acceptance papers, and here's your passport," Heero told her, handing her all her necessary items.

Looking at her license for her new identity, Hilde gave an expression twisted with disgust.  "My name is Mindy Jones?  What the hell kind of a name is that?!"

"Hey, my name is Selfie Zimmerman; it's not even an uni-sex name!  I thought I was supposed to be some kind of a tomboy," complained Duo trying to hand back his identification to Heero.  "Change the name man; change it to something more masculine like Sam or something."

"You're stuck with that name whether you like it or not," refused Heero stuffing his identification into his back pocket.  "Besides, I think the name Selfie suites you quite well since you are cross-dressing."

"Keh!" scoffed Duo crossing his arms over his chest.

"What's your name, Heero?" Hilde inquired.

"Eiji Kyosei," answered the former gundam pilot.

"Sure…you get the cool name," Duo mimicked while Heero glared at him.

With the tank full Hilde jumped back into the backseat of the car.  "Let's get out of here," she said.  "How much longer until we get to Sheboygan?"

"About another 45 minutes, maybe less," Heero told her.

*****

Sitting on the front steps of a white house sat five people talking amongst themselves as a bunch of younger children were playing softball in the streets, trying not to break a window of any of the surrounding houses.

Within the group that sat on the steps there were two girls and three boys.  One girl had jet black hair with wide, innocent blue eyes, and there was a girl with short-boyish, amber hair with daring brown eyes.  For the boys there was a boy with white-blond hair and icy blue eyes, a rustic haired boy with playful eyes, and lastly a boy that looked exactly as the boyish girl, except his eyes were an emerald green.

"Hey, did anyone besides my family get some notice that a college exchanged student was going to be housed with your family?" questioned the girl with black hair.

"Now that you mention it Amy, yeah.  Jason had mentioned something about that this morning at work.  Oshkosh had sent her a notice about the an exchange student staying with her family since there were no more available dorms at campus," nodded the blond boy.  "Very weird if you ask me."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" interjected the boy with rustic hair.  "Now this is really freaky.  I got the same notice as Amy and Jason; we never get the same notice.  Never!"

"Ha, ha!" taunted the boyish girl.  "Now you all get to have a taste of what it's like to have to share a household."

"Well, pardon some of us who don't have to live with our baby sister and cousin, Frankie," snapped the rustic boy.

"Watch Bobby, she may devising a plan on how to kill you," warned the blond boy jokingly.

"Jake!" scolded Amy, slapping the blond upside the head.  "Behave yourself, anyways, you're probably added to the hit list now."

"Shut up, my cousin's not a killer like that.  She has more class than that, she'd most likely poison your drinks or food when you're not looking," defended the boy with emerald eyes.

"Robin, I thought you were on my side!" Frankie yelled.

At that moment two more girls ran up to the house gasping for air, appearing as though they had just finished a marathon.

"Hey Joey, Jason where's the fire?" joked Jake with a wide grin on his features.

"Shove it bookie," retorted a girl with brown hair streaked black.  "Guys, you won't believe what news we just got from Jackson."

The others stared completely clueless at the two girls.

"News of what exactly?" Amy questioned.

Joey and Jason exchanged grins before Joey, a black haired Asian girl, answered, "We've got new arrivals on their way here."

"That means what exactly?" Bobby yawned; he thought the news would be something worth hearing.

"Just keep your eyes and hears open," advised Frankie, catching onto Joey and Jason's meaning as the group shared mischief grins, except for Bobby, who was still lost.

"Did I miss something?" he asked.