Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing, this would have been part of the plot. Heh heh heh.
Heero: Dear GOD, no!!
Chapter 1: It's gotta be you.
"You have got to be kidding me."
Miserably, Treize shook his head, covering his face with one hand at the utter indignity of it all. "Believe me, I wish I were."
Zechs stared, stunned, at his commander. Treize, generally so calm and composed, looked like he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. "Your uncle must really hate you," he said sympathetically.
Treize laughed shortly. "So it would seem."
"You can't do anything to prevent this?"
"Not if you want new Mobile Suits."
"I would prefer to die in battle due to a faulty MS then endure this," Zechs muttered dryly, utterly disgusted.
Outside, the soldiers were already crowding around the ten-foot banner, covering one wall of the Oz Headquarters Building. 'Backstreet's Back! A Homage to the Backstreet Boys!' A banner that invited squalling fan-girls to come and scream loudly at the gate all day long, aggravating the depressed Oz Leader's already killer migraine.
Worse yet, the frantic fandom mania seemed to be infecting the soldiers as well.
"Well... perhaps it won't be that bad..." Zechs tried to console his friend.
"Duke Dermail wants a Brittany Spears act after intermission."
"Dear Christ."
"NO!" Treize yelled suddenly, leaping up from his desk, and pulling his pistol out, waving it wildly in the air. "I will kill myself before I allow that disgrace for a boy band corrupt my soldiers!" Turning, he fired through the plate-glass window, emptying the entire clip into the courtyard.
Screams erupted, BSB maniacs and Oz troops (and those who qualified for both categories), scattered, some of them limping slightly.
Zechs walked over to the spider-webbed window, with its six matching bullet holes. Placing one hand against the fractured pane, he pushed lightly, causing the whole delicate arrangement to collapse in a shower of crystalline shards.
"Practice your aim, Treize," he scolded his frazzled friend calmly, "Then we'll pick off those pansy singers one by one at the concert."
A blissful smile crossed Treize's face as he contemplated it. It was a most pleasant thought... but... "No," he sighed. "We'd have a riot on our hands if we did that."
Zechs scowled slightly, but had to concede his friend's point. "I guess the only thing left is to pray for a Gundam attack."
"You think they will?" Treize sounded hopeful.
Zechs shrugged. "Gather all the Oz and Romafellar bigwigs together for this, make it into a big event..."
"Dermail will be coming, it was his idea after all," Treize mused.
"The Gundam pilot's won't be able to resist." Zechs concluded wickedly. "And perhaps we'll be fortunate, and your darling uncle will be caught in the crossfire!"
"And wouldn't that be a pity..." Treize added caustically.
Zechs smirked. Once again, he was right about everything. It was nice to be able to gloat.
"But Zechs..?" Treize added, causing the smug pilot to hesitate in the doorway. The younger boy repressed a shudder. Treize could teach sharks how to smile. "If I make a big deal out of this concert, and am seen to be supporting it...you had better be right about the Gundam pilots."
"I'm always right." Zechs muttered rebelliously. Nearly always, at least.
"Because if you're wrong," Treize continues pleasantly, as though his friend hadn't spoken, "then I'll support another concert, with an imitation N'Sync group. And you will be Justin Timberlake."
Zechs went pale. "You wouldn't dare." Sending him to fight the Gundam Pilots armed only with a water-pistol would be a preferable fate. It would be less laughable, at least.
"...Or Christina Aguilara (sp?)..." Treize continued, sinking to even lower depths of cruelty.
Zechs quickly made a hasty retreat, leaving his General, who had, it seemed, finally snapped.
Treize chuckled as Zechs fled his office, feeling a lot better than he had all morning. "Baby, it's the way you make me..." he sang quietly to himself, turning back to his laptop. He stopped immediately, mortified.
"Damn songs are just so catchy," Treize murmured, shaking off the gruesome feeling of being caught singing Backstreet Boys. With a sigh, he went back to work.
And had to catch himself again, five minutes later, for singing the same song.
END CHAPTER 1!!
Treize: Those fucking songs! (pardon his French. )
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Xtine "The One" Pirate.
Neo: HEY! I'm "the One!" You can't steal my NAME!
Frodo: Isn't it 'The one' RING?
Xtine: sigh No no no! "The One!" Like the song?! Actually, a song I don't really like, but it fit....nevermind.
