Update update update…
Thank you to every one who's read and reviewed the story so far! I apologize for the lack of quality in the plot. Perhaps quantity will make up for it..?
Treize: NO! Do NOT make me put up with this for longer than is absolutely necessary, I beg you!
Xtine: Mwahahahahahahaaaa….
Disclaimer: clears throatThe songs, I don't own
I'm just a bit stoned,
Believe, when I say
Copyrights make it that way!
Tell me why
I can't own Gundam Wing!
Tell me why!
And give them bad songs to siiing,
Tell me why,
I can't write what I want to saaaay,
Copyrights make it THAAAAT way!
Thank you, thank you.
((Sorry the syllables don't really match up… I was more going for the rhyme scheme…))
Duo: she's just pissed that my songs in chapter 2 were better…
Chapter 3: The Perfect Fan
Duo was still cackling five minutes later.
"Shut it, Maxwell," Wufei snapped, leaning casually against the doorframe. This knocked his hat askew, making the rest of the pilots cough suddenly to hide their own mirth.
Wufei waited patiently for the snickering to stop. He knew he looked good, and he had waited too long for this moment to let an ignorant bunch of morons like Maxwell and Yuy screw this up for him.
Duo flopped back down on the couch with a giggle, knowing that this was, indeed, the best day of his life.
The Chinese pilot who stood glaring at them bore practically no resemblance to the arrogant Justice-crazed teenager they knew so well. That Wufei would never have let his hair down, smothering it with gel and scrunching it with his hands to get a crinkly effect, tugging two strands forward over his ears to create sideburns. That Wufei wouldn't be caught dead with a fake goatee – no matter how realistic it looked, and regardless of how good he looked in it.
And although the Wufei of the past would have approved of the stark, all white clothing – a colour that he knew complimented his austere kung-fu-esque persona, he would never have been caught dead in a cowboy hat.
That would have been injustice.
"Hey, um… 'Fei… ah.." Duo started to speak again, timing his words between sporadic fits of laughter.
"I am not Wufei," Wufei snapped arrogantly, lifting his chin slightly, "I have moved beyond that weak state of being. I am…" he paused for dramatic emphasis, " A.J."
Quatre went wide-eyed, staring at the pilot-turned-cowboy-pop-star, tugging anxiously at Trowa's shirtsleeve. "I think Wufei's lost it, Tro," he whispered softly, face contorted with worry. "Should we take him to the hospital?"
"Who knows what effect that would have on the other patients?" The solemn boy replied.
"All I know is that I would not be seen in such a gay-ass outfit…" Duo murmured rebelliously.
Wufei…er, AJ stalked across the room, giving the American's braid a sharp tug. "What about your dressing up as Sailor Jupiter, Maxwell? Who's the one who's 'gay-ass'?"
The pilots collectively hid smirks.
"That… well, I... that was just for Halloween, guys!" Duo stammered out a protest.
"In July?" Heero responded dryly.
"Well… it was all Hilde's idea, ok? Besides, there was this anime convention, and I did end up winning the cosplay contest after all, and it's not like I wanted to do it, and –"
"That's why you keep the costume in your closet?"
Duo gasped, betrayed. "Trowa! You promised you wouldn't tell, in exchange for my keeping quiet about your little obsession with –"
"Anyways," the Heavyarms pilot interrupted loudly, turning back to Wufei. "I have to agree with Duo. I don't want to dress up like… like THAT. It's just… tacky."
"Got a problem with my outfit, Barton?" 'AJ' snarled, "because if we're discussing things that are tacky, we could get started on the hideous colour of your Gundam. Orange. Bright, fucking orange. I mean, even the Baka there," a gesture to Duo, "understands the concept of subtlety."
"You call that hat subtle?"
"Guys, we shouldn't be fighting!" Quatre protested, teary eyed. "This is all my fault, I shouldn't have decided on this mission."
Heero looked blank. "Quatre… you didn't."
"But what if I had dreamed of it one night, and I didn't remember but the Doctors read my mind and then organized this thing at Oz, and then sent us on this mission, then it would be all my fault, and we'd never even know it, would we!?" he started sobbing.
"Can't we just reach a compromise here..?" Duo asked tentatively. "Like, we go sing the stupid songs, but without dressing up, or something like that?"
"No." 'AJ' snapped. "We can't. Because if we want to get into that base, we need to audition, and to win that competition, we need to be the best. To be the best, we need to look, and act, the part."
"You're a fanatic."
Wufei smiled thinly, removing the hat and setting it aside carefully. "I'm also the Perfect Fan, Maxwell, so if you want to get into that base, you're going to have to listen to me. If not…" he shrugged, turning to leave the room. "I can always join up with some other group. I'd love to see you win this with only four people."
The room was glumly silent after the door closed, Trowa having finally convinced the hysteric Arabian that he hadn't psychically projected his dreams to malignant forces.
"I suppose we have no choice, do we…?" Heero began slowly, " Auditions are in three days."
"So… who's going to be who?" Duo asked innocently.
END CHAPTER.
Hmm… sort of barely clinging onto the humorous aspect of the story, aren't we?? Bad Xtine. This would not work if it turned serious. I promise to try harder next time!! But, ah, cough cough lots of reviews would help me with that!!!
Now I can see that I've fallen apart,
From the way the plot used to be, yeah.
No matter the OOC, I want you to know!
That deep inside my PC….
Um, yeah… we'll stop that right there. Kudos and a Wufei-J – get it? Like AJ, cuz "fei" rhymes w/ "a"…? Never mind…-- Wufei-J plushie to anyone who bothers to finish the song. .
Sort of a "Congratulations, you're a very very sad person" prize, don't you think?
Xtine the ROCKIN Pirate. ARRR.
