bMisplaced in Space - Chapter Five; Evil, Nazi Zechs/b
The next morning Nicole got up a little early, combed out her hair and threw on her metallic jeans and her faerie shirt, and then pulled on her turtle socks and black, chunky rave boots. After a few minutes of fiddling with a paper clip in the door controls she made it slide open.
She then slunk down the hall until she found a door with the nameplate 'Q.WINNER' plastered on it. She coughed and knocked shyly on the door. A moment later the door slid open and a strained voice called, "Come in."
She poked her head in the door and bit her lip. Quatre laid somewhat stiffly on his bed, dressed in only a pair of baby blue satin boxers with casts on his right leg and arm, thick bandages wound around his bare chest, and several smaller bandages on his other leg and arm and his face.
She gasped then blushed as she stood in the doorway, both horrified by all those injuries and struck shy by how little clothing he wore. "Er...Well, uh, Hi Quatre!" she stammered, trying not to notice how nice a body he had.
The boy blinked and looked over at her, then yelped and blushed himself. "Uh, Hi Nicole! I wasn't expecting you..."
She tried to shake off the red in her cheeks, smiling broadly. "I just wanted to visit you and see how you're doing! I was a little worried, 'cause you lost a lot of blood."
He smiled back, the red in his own cheeks turning pink. "Oh, well, I'm fine. It's just a broken arm, broken leg, three broken ribs, and a few sets of stitches here and there. Not anything I can't handle," he said nonchalantly. "Thank you for saving me," he added.
She blushed and waved it off. "Don't mention it, it's something anybody would have done."
"Yes, but you did it. I really appreciate it." He blushed red again.
"Well, you're welcome. ...Er, well, I guess I should get going. I have to go get yelled at. See you!" she said, moving for the door.
"Hey, wait!" he called, sitting up painfully in bed.
She turned around, blinking curiously. "Yes?"
"Listen, um...How about you come by again sometime so we can talk more?" he said shyly, smiling up at her.
She could feel the color rising in her cheeks as she smiled back. "Sure...I-I'd like that! ...Bye!" she replied, dashing out the door and down the hall.
***
"WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Zechs began as the five teens sat in his office. They had literally just entered the room we he began to scream at them and throwing a book at the wall.
Relena said quietly to her brother, "I thought you said you were going to be calm and patient with them."
"I AM CALM AND PATIENT!" he screamed in her face. The girl quickly backed off. He turned back to the teens, taking in a deep breath before he spoke. "Alright, what possessed you to steal those three Aries?"
Ashley said, "We wanted to help the other pilots! They were getting their asses handed to them! We couldn't just stand by and watch!" The others nodded in agreement.
"And what about the cannons you took control of?" he asked.
"Well," Anna replied, "We were a little late to catch a couple Aries. So, instead we fought from on board.
The Marquise took in a deep breath. "Do you realize what kind of-"
"Yes," all five answered.
"And you know that-"
"Yes."
"And-"
"Yes."
"And that we could expel you from any piloting training?"
"WHAT?!"
"You can't do that!" Kriss screeched, leaping across the desk and grabbing the collar of his jacket. "Did we or did we not prove that we're bad ass gundam pilots?! You can't just not let us pilot anymore! We haven't even gotten to use real gundams! We haven't even gotten to finish our simulation levels!"
The white-haired man peeled her off his coat, ruffling out the wrinkles. "Yes, I can do that, and yes, you did prove that you can pilot in space quite well. That's why we're not going to expel you from piloting. But, from now on you will be under surveillance constantly until we believe you won't pull a stunt like that again." (They're gonna be under surveillance for a long, long time...)
At that the five were sent back to their rooms, grumbling angrily about evil nazi Zechs.
***
Damn you, Zechs. oo; Sorry about the short chapter, that's just how it turned out. To be continued!
The next morning Nicole got up a little early, combed out her hair and threw on her metallic jeans and her faerie shirt, and then pulled on her turtle socks and black, chunky rave boots. After a few minutes of fiddling with a paper clip in the door controls she made it slide open.
She then slunk down the hall until she found a door with the nameplate 'Q.WINNER' plastered on it. She coughed and knocked shyly on the door. A moment later the door slid open and a strained voice called, "Come in."
She poked her head in the door and bit her lip. Quatre laid somewhat stiffly on his bed, dressed in only a pair of baby blue satin boxers with casts on his right leg and arm, thick bandages wound around his bare chest, and several smaller bandages on his other leg and arm and his face.
She gasped then blushed as she stood in the doorway, both horrified by all those injuries and struck shy by how little clothing he wore. "Er...Well, uh, Hi Quatre!" she stammered, trying not to notice how nice a body he had.
The boy blinked and looked over at her, then yelped and blushed himself. "Uh, Hi Nicole! I wasn't expecting you..."
She tried to shake off the red in her cheeks, smiling broadly. "I just wanted to visit you and see how you're doing! I was a little worried, 'cause you lost a lot of blood."
He smiled back, the red in his own cheeks turning pink. "Oh, well, I'm fine. It's just a broken arm, broken leg, three broken ribs, and a few sets of stitches here and there. Not anything I can't handle," he said nonchalantly. "Thank you for saving me," he added.
She blushed and waved it off. "Don't mention it, it's something anybody would have done."
"Yes, but you did it. I really appreciate it." He blushed red again.
"Well, you're welcome. ...Er, well, I guess I should get going. I have to go get yelled at. See you!" she said, moving for the door.
"Hey, wait!" he called, sitting up painfully in bed.
She turned around, blinking curiously. "Yes?"
"Listen, um...How about you come by again sometime so we can talk more?" he said shyly, smiling up at her.
She could feel the color rising in her cheeks as she smiled back. "Sure...I-I'd like that! ...Bye!" she replied, dashing out the door and down the hall.
***
"WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Zechs began as the five teens sat in his office. They had literally just entered the room we he began to scream at them and throwing a book at the wall.
Relena said quietly to her brother, "I thought you said you were going to be calm and patient with them."
"I AM CALM AND PATIENT!" he screamed in her face. The girl quickly backed off. He turned back to the teens, taking in a deep breath before he spoke. "Alright, what possessed you to steal those three Aries?"
Ashley said, "We wanted to help the other pilots! They were getting their asses handed to them! We couldn't just stand by and watch!" The others nodded in agreement.
"And what about the cannons you took control of?" he asked.
"Well," Anna replied, "We were a little late to catch a couple Aries. So, instead we fought from on board.
The Marquise took in a deep breath. "Do you realize what kind of-"
"Yes," all five answered.
"And you know that-"
"Yes."
"And-"
"Yes."
"And that we could expel you from any piloting training?"
"WHAT?!"
"You can't do that!" Kriss screeched, leaping across the desk and grabbing the collar of his jacket. "Did we or did we not prove that we're bad ass gundam pilots?! You can't just not let us pilot anymore! We haven't even gotten to use real gundams! We haven't even gotten to finish our simulation levels!"
The white-haired man peeled her off his coat, ruffling out the wrinkles. "Yes, I can do that, and yes, you did prove that you can pilot in space quite well. That's why we're not going to expel you from piloting. But, from now on you will be under surveillance constantly until we believe you won't pull a stunt like that again." (They're gonna be under surveillance for a long, long time...)
At that the five were sent back to their rooms, grumbling angrily about evil nazi Zechs.
***
Damn you, Zechs. oo; Sorry about the short chapter, that's just how it turned out. To be continued!