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bMisplaced in Space - Chapter Eight; Well, That's Unusual/b
Ashley skated down the hall way as quickly as possible, Kryss following on her skateboard. The two had just successfully ditched their 'babysitters' as they'd come to call the pilots with all that surveillance. They turned and skated off in separate directions, and just as they did so Ashley found herself skating right into Wufei. She twitched and looked up into his still-blue face...then burst out laughing.
He glared down at her. "What? What's so funny?"
"Y-y...your...your face!" she panted out, holding her stomach. "It's still blue!"
The boy sniffed indignantly. "It's a very strong dye."
"Obviously!" she giggled. "Need help?"
"What would I need help with?" he asked.
"Getting that blue off your face!"
He grumbled. "I need no help."
"Fine, have fun, Blue Boy!" she said with a laugh, turning to skate off. "But I have something that will take that blue off!"
He blinked and grabbed her by the arm. "Really?! Give it to me!"
She stared at him for a moment before twisting away and glaring at him. "How rude! Besides, a man doesn't need help from a WOMAN right? 'Cause my place is in the fucking KITCHEN, right?" With a turn on the heel of her skate she turned and rolled away.
"You know, it's not help! It's, um...It's the natural order of things!" he shouted back.
"BULLSHIT!" she yelled over her shoulder as she skated around and wheeled down the hall.
Wufei grumbled something about onna bitches as he turned and stormed off in the opposite direction, walling himself up in his room.
At the sound of his door shutting, Ashley stopped. She then turned and skated back to his door. From her pocket she pulled a bottle of makeup remover and knocked on his door, then skated away back down the hall.
He blinked from inside his room and opened the door. "Hello? Uh, hello?" The Chinese boy looked around outside, seeing no one. He then looked down and spotted the small bottle and picked it up. Once he read the label, he smiled. "Onna..."
***
"Nicole!" Quatre called, powering his crutches as quickly and carefully as humanly possible down the hall after the girl he was supposed to be responsible for. Personally, he didn't see why the new kids needed so much surveillance since the Aries-swiping fiasco, but he wasn't about to ask questions. Zechs was a real hard ass, and questioning his orders was suicide.
"Nicole!" he repeated as he finally caught up to her, placing a scraped hand upon the girl's shoulder. "Now I've got you!" he said, smiling with a touch of aloof triumph in his voice.
The brunette turned and sighed. "Yeah, you've got me," she grumbled. "You have no idea how much it sucks having people right on your ass all day! I'm lucky I don't have you guys following me into the shower."
He blinked his sparkling blue eyes before laughing quietly. "You don't like having us around?"
"Oh, no, it's not that," she replied as they started down the hall once more. "You're all very nice to us, and you've been so hospitable. Plus, you have no idea how fun it is being around some of your favorite anime characters. ...Well, actually, I guess you're not really anime characters to us anymore, are you?" She chuckled and poked him. "Yup, you're all very real."
He nodded in agreement as the pair turned the corner. "You hungry?" he asked as they came up on the mass hall.
"Yeah, a little. Let's eat!" The short girl moved through the mass of mechanics and Peace Milion staff on break to the line.
Before long she and her babysitter (appointed a-la-Nazi) had collected whatever concoction those wily chefs were serving and seated themselves at a semi-secluded table beside the large window that covered the majority of the wall across from the mass hall entrance.
Once he'd sat, Quatre let out a long sigh. Nicole giggled as she poked at her lunch. "Tired already?"
The blonde boy smiled, looking up from his plate. "I'm fine, thanks to you. I really can't thank you enough for what you did..."
She waved it off and stuffed a chunk of something resembling a tater tot into her mouth. "It was nothing. I was glad to do it," she said modestly around the chunk of what was alleged to be food.
"I really appreciate what you did though..." he half-whispered.
"Oh, it's nothing anyone else wouldn't have done!" she insisted.
He shrugged and sipped at his glass of iced tea. "But you know you all broke the rules to come help us...Not everyone would have done that for us..."
"Well, it's not like we could just stand by and watch. We're not the sort of people to do that," she stated, holding up her forking as if for emphasis of her point. "Besides, what were we supposed to do? Stand by and watch you all get creamed? I mean, we all really admire you guys and what you've done out here! You're all so young and fighting like that...I always wished I had something to work for like that. Though it's kind of sad how you guys essentially gave up your youth and innocence..." She sighed wistfully. "That takes real drive. Real dedication, you know?"
His face broke into a slow, somber smile. "You're quite a thinker, aren't you? You read into things very well...I think you have the makings of an excellent pilot...all of you could be great pilots. You'll have no trouble with the new gundams... Erm!" He slapped his good hand over his mouth.
His lunch-mate raised her eyebrows in surprise and curiosity. "Did you say 'new gundams'?"
"Um, ah, no! No, I didn't! I said...Um...I said..." he blushed, cursing himself under his breath. "I should go!" he said with a nod. "I'll, um...I'll see you later!" He pushed himself up, took his crutches and hobbled away as though little fiery hell-spawn demons were on his heels.
Nicole could only sit in bewilderment, puzzling over the young Arabian's odd behavior. "Well...that was unusual..." she mused, polishing off her meal.
***
"Damn it, watch where you're going!" an angry mechanic shouted, shaking his fist after the girl on skates who had just run over his poor foot.
"Sorry!" Ashley called over her shoulder, rolling into the hanger. She glided past a few mobs of mechanics and engineers still working on repairs from the latest scuffle, stopping near the end of the rows in front of Wufei's precious Nataku.
I wonder, she thought, I wonder if you know I'm here? I wonder if you can hear me...
Of course I can! she heard within her skull.
The girl looked this way and that, quite puzzled, as no one was near her. "Who said that?"
I did! came the reply within her mind.
"Nataku...Are you talking to me?" she asked, feeling somewhat ridiculous speaking to the oversized robot.
The voice came again, this time somewhat offended. Of course I am! You think just because I'm composed mostly of steel that I can't speak? And I'm NOT an oversized robot!
She rubbed her eyes, staring up at her. "How...why...how is it I can understand you?!"
I'm not sure, really...Perhaps we're similar somehow? In personality? the gundam replied with a voice that seemed to imply a shrug in there somewhere.
"We're...alike?" she shook her head, ruffling her short, fluffy bangs. "This is nuts...totally nuts... Look, I uh...I'm going to go, okay Nataku?"
Alright...Visit me again, will you? I don't get to talk to maybe people other than Wufei... the voice 'said', sounding somewhat lonesome. Oh, and don't be so hard on Wufei..., it continued, He's told me about some of the things you said after what he did...You were right to be angry, but Wufei's just...I suppose he doesn't think things through very well...Anyway, don't be so hard on him...He's actually quite fond of you. He told me so.
"W-what?! YEAH RIGHT! That sexist pig!" Ashley squeaked out, rolling backwards, her face beet red. She twirled around, grumbling to herself, "I'm going nuts...totally nuts...Stupid gundams...I'm talking to a gundam..." She shook her head and continued grumbling at herself until she was back out into the halls, skating at a rather quick pace and close to one side due to oncoming traffic. She was headed down the long hall of quarter-rooms, staring at the floor when, just as she had looked up from studying the metal tile, a door had opened right in front of her.
SMACK!!
Before she knew it she was flat on her ass, holding her nose and yowling with pain. "OUCH, WHAT THE FUCK HIT ME?!" she bellowed.
From behind the door appeared Wufei's head. His eyes went wide and he was at her side. "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
She shook her head and, both hands on her bleeding nose, she haphazardly lumbered to her feet and skated away down the hall. "This hurt's like a mother..." she whined as she shoved open the door to the medical bay.
Nearly a half hour later she was out skating yet again, this time an attractive band of white over the bridge of her nose and an attractive shade of bluish-purple in the center of her face. She hurriedly went by Wufei in the halls, who caught only a glimpse of her nose.
"Whoa..." he breathed. "I broke the onna's nose!"
***
Anna, Kryss, and Nicole all looked up in unison as their roommate came barging in the door looking very, very, displeased, and it wasn't long before the group noticed her newest fashion.
Then came the barrage of questions, worry, and sardonic commentary.
"Ash, what happened?"
"Did someone hurt you?"
"I bet it was Wufei! That bastard!"
"Woman hater!"
"Isn't he one of the misunderstood ones?"
"Doesn't matter! He's a bastard!"
"So, did you and Wufei get into a spat?"
"Aw, lovers' quarrels..."
"That's so cute...Excuse me while I vomit."
"Who won?"
"Well, judging by appearances..."
"Doesn't mean anything. She could have fucked him up worse."
"I agree. She could have castrated him."
"True!"
"Looks like he broke her nose, that abusive bastard whom is watched over by the God of Small Penises."
"Damn oriental little punk-ass bitch."
"Damn, karma's a harsh mistress..."
"Yeah, looks like it really whipped her."
"You're karma's slut now, Ashy. I sorry."
The three kept talking, but she stopped listening. Why bother? The chatter wouldn't heal her nose, and it wouldn't change the fact that she was going fucking ape. Oh, well, Could've been worse.
A moment later she heard the door open and Nick's voice, followed by more sarcasm. Great, now she had four little chatterboxes discussing her new accessories.
"Hey, guys, since you're all here, guess WHAT!" Nicole said suddenly, interrupting their rambling conversation.
"What?" Nick asked, the other girls only watching expectantly.
"I was having lunch with Quatre today-,"
"AWWW!" the three gushed.
"How cute!"
"Did he ask you out?"
"...I was having lunch with Quatre today and we got to talking," she continued, ignoring their comments, "and he mentioned something about new gundams! And he said how he thought we'd be great pilots!"
Ashley sat up at that. "Really?"
"Yes, really! Maybe they're building us new gundams!" the small girl said happily, her brown eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Maybe everything wasn't so bad after all...
***
Yup, that's it. Intriguing, no? Doesn't Ash have great friends? XD
bMisplaced in Space - Chapter Eight; Well, That's Unusual/b
Ashley skated down the hall way as quickly as possible, Kryss following on her skateboard. The two had just successfully ditched their 'babysitters' as they'd come to call the pilots with all that surveillance. They turned and skated off in separate directions, and just as they did so Ashley found herself skating right into Wufei. She twitched and looked up into his still-blue face...then burst out laughing.
He glared down at her. "What? What's so funny?"
"Y-y...your...your face!" she panted out, holding her stomach. "It's still blue!"
The boy sniffed indignantly. "It's a very strong dye."
"Obviously!" she giggled. "Need help?"
"What would I need help with?" he asked.
"Getting that blue off your face!"
He grumbled. "I need no help."
"Fine, have fun, Blue Boy!" she said with a laugh, turning to skate off. "But I have something that will take that blue off!"
He blinked and grabbed her by the arm. "Really?! Give it to me!"
She stared at him for a moment before twisting away and glaring at him. "How rude! Besides, a man doesn't need help from a WOMAN right? 'Cause my place is in the fucking KITCHEN, right?" With a turn on the heel of her skate she turned and rolled away.
"You know, it's not help! It's, um...It's the natural order of things!" he shouted back.
"BULLSHIT!" she yelled over her shoulder as she skated around and wheeled down the hall.
Wufei grumbled something about onna bitches as he turned and stormed off in the opposite direction, walling himself up in his room.
At the sound of his door shutting, Ashley stopped. She then turned and skated back to his door. From her pocket she pulled a bottle of makeup remover and knocked on his door, then skated away back down the hall.
He blinked from inside his room and opened the door. "Hello? Uh, hello?" The Chinese boy looked around outside, seeing no one. He then looked down and spotted the small bottle and picked it up. Once he read the label, he smiled. "Onna..."
***
"Nicole!" Quatre called, powering his crutches as quickly and carefully as humanly possible down the hall after the girl he was supposed to be responsible for. Personally, he didn't see why the new kids needed so much surveillance since the Aries-swiping fiasco, but he wasn't about to ask questions. Zechs was a real hard ass, and questioning his orders was suicide.
"Nicole!" he repeated as he finally caught up to her, placing a scraped hand upon the girl's shoulder. "Now I've got you!" he said, smiling with a touch of aloof triumph in his voice.
The brunette turned and sighed. "Yeah, you've got me," she grumbled. "You have no idea how much it sucks having people right on your ass all day! I'm lucky I don't have you guys following me into the shower."
He blinked his sparkling blue eyes before laughing quietly. "You don't like having us around?"
"Oh, no, it's not that," she replied as they started down the hall once more. "You're all very nice to us, and you've been so hospitable. Plus, you have no idea how fun it is being around some of your favorite anime characters. ...Well, actually, I guess you're not really anime characters to us anymore, are you?" She chuckled and poked him. "Yup, you're all very real."
He nodded in agreement as the pair turned the corner. "You hungry?" he asked as they came up on the mass hall.
"Yeah, a little. Let's eat!" The short girl moved through the mass of mechanics and Peace Milion staff on break to the line.
Before long she and her babysitter (appointed a-la-Nazi) had collected whatever concoction those wily chefs were serving and seated themselves at a semi-secluded table beside the large window that covered the majority of the wall across from the mass hall entrance.
Once he'd sat, Quatre let out a long sigh. Nicole giggled as she poked at her lunch. "Tired already?"
The blonde boy smiled, looking up from his plate. "I'm fine, thanks to you. I really can't thank you enough for what you did..."
She waved it off and stuffed a chunk of something resembling a tater tot into her mouth. "It was nothing. I was glad to do it," she said modestly around the chunk of what was alleged to be food.
"I really appreciate what you did though..." he half-whispered.
"Oh, it's nothing anyone else wouldn't have done!" she insisted.
He shrugged and sipped at his glass of iced tea. "But you know you all broke the rules to come help us...Not everyone would have done that for us..."
"Well, it's not like we could just stand by and watch. We're not the sort of people to do that," she stated, holding up her forking as if for emphasis of her point. "Besides, what were we supposed to do? Stand by and watch you all get creamed? I mean, we all really admire you guys and what you've done out here! You're all so young and fighting like that...I always wished I had something to work for like that. Though it's kind of sad how you guys essentially gave up your youth and innocence..." She sighed wistfully. "That takes real drive. Real dedication, you know?"
His face broke into a slow, somber smile. "You're quite a thinker, aren't you? You read into things very well...I think you have the makings of an excellent pilot...all of you could be great pilots. You'll have no trouble with the new gundams... Erm!" He slapped his good hand over his mouth.
His lunch-mate raised her eyebrows in surprise and curiosity. "Did you say 'new gundams'?"
"Um, ah, no! No, I didn't! I said...Um...I said..." he blushed, cursing himself under his breath. "I should go!" he said with a nod. "I'll, um...I'll see you later!" He pushed himself up, took his crutches and hobbled away as though little fiery hell-spawn demons were on his heels.
Nicole could only sit in bewilderment, puzzling over the young Arabian's odd behavior. "Well...that was unusual..." she mused, polishing off her meal.
***
"Damn it, watch where you're going!" an angry mechanic shouted, shaking his fist after the girl on skates who had just run over his poor foot.
"Sorry!" Ashley called over her shoulder, rolling into the hanger. She glided past a few mobs of mechanics and engineers still working on repairs from the latest scuffle, stopping near the end of the rows in front of Wufei's precious Nataku.
I wonder, she thought, I wonder if you know I'm here? I wonder if you can hear me...
Of course I can! she heard within her skull.
The girl looked this way and that, quite puzzled, as no one was near her. "Who said that?"
I did! came the reply within her mind.
"Nataku...Are you talking to me?" she asked, feeling somewhat ridiculous speaking to the oversized robot.
The voice came again, this time somewhat offended. Of course I am! You think just because I'm composed mostly of steel that I can't speak? And I'm NOT an oversized robot!
She rubbed her eyes, staring up at her. "How...why...how is it I can understand you?!"
I'm not sure, really...Perhaps we're similar somehow? In personality? the gundam replied with a voice that seemed to imply a shrug in there somewhere.
"We're...alike?" she shook her head, ruffling her short, fluffy bangs. "This is nuts...totally nuts... Look, I uh...I'm going to go, okay Nataku?"
Alright...Visit me again, will you? I don't get to talk to maybe people other than Wufei... the voice 'said', sounding somewhat lonesome. Oh, and don't be so hard on Wufei..., it continued, He's told me about some of the things you said after what he did...You were right to be angry, but Wufei's just...I suppose he doesn't think things through very well...Anyway, don't be so hard on him...He's actually quite fond of you. He told me so.
"W-what?! YEAH RIGHT! That sexist pig!" Ashley squeaked out, rolling backwards, her face beet red. She twirled around, grumbling to herself, "I'm going nuts...totally nuts...Stupid gundams...I'm talking to a gundam..." She shook her head and continued grumbling at herself until she was back out into the halls, skating at a rather quick pace and close to one side due to oncoming traffic. She was headed down the long hall of quarter-rooms, staring at the floor when, just as she had looked up from studying the metal tile, a door had opened right in front of her.
SMACK!!
Before she knew it she was flat on her ass, holding her nose and yowling with pain. "OUCH, WHAT THE FUCK HIT ME?!" she bellowed.
From behind the door appeared Wufei's head. His eyes went wide and he was at her side. "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
She shook her head and, both hands on her bleeding nose, she haphazardly lumbered to her feet and skated away down the hall. "This hurt's like a mother..." she whined as she shoved open the door to the medical bay.
Nearly a half hour later she was out skating yet again, this time an attractive band of white over the bridge of her nose and an attractive shade of bluish-purple in the center of her face. She hurriedly went by Wufei in the halls, who caught only a glimpse of her nose.
"Whoa..." he breathed. "I broke the onna's nose!"
***
Anna, Kryss, and Nicole all looked up in unison as their roommate came barging in the door looking very, very, displeased, and it wasn't long before the group noticed her newest fashion.
Then came the barrage of questions, worry, and sardonic commentary.
"Ash, what happened?"
"Did someone hurt you?"
"I bet it was Wufei! That bastard!"
"Woman hater!"
"Isn't he one of the misunderstood ones?"
"Doesn't matter! He's a bastard!"
"So, did you and Wufei get into a spat?"
"Aw, lovers' quarrels..."
"That's so cute...Excuse me while I vomit."
"Who won?"
"Well, judging by appearances..."
"Doesn't mean anything. She could have fucked him up worse."
"I agree. She could have castrated him."
"True!"
"Looks like he broke her nose, that abusive bastard whom is watched over by the God of Small Penises."
"Damn oriental little punk-ass bitch."
"Damn, karma's a harsh mistress..."
"Yeah, looks like it really whipped her."
"You're karma's slut now, Ashy. I sorry."
The three kept talking, but she stopped listening. Why bother? The chatter wouldn't heal her nose, and it wouldn't change the fact that she was going fucking ape. Oh, well, Could've been worse.
A moment later she heard the door open and Nick's voice, followed by more sarcasm. Great, now she had four little chatterboxes discussing her new accessories.
"Hey, guys, since you're all here, guess WHAT!" Nicole said suddenly, interrupting their rambling conversation.
"What?" Nick asked, the other girls only watching expectantly.
"I was having lunch with Quatre today-,"
"AWWW!" the three gushed.
"How cute!"
"Did he ask you out?"
"...I was having lunch with Quatre today and we got to talking," she continued, ignoring their comments, "and he mentioned something about new gundams! And he said how he thought we'd be great pilots!"
Ashley sat up at that. "Really?"
"Yes, really! Maybe they're building us new gundams!" the small girl said happily, her brown eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Maybe everything wasn't so bad after all...
***
Yup, that's it. Intriguing, no? Doesn't Ash have great friends? XD