Title: A Los Angeles Tale
Inspiration(s): Not based on anything in particular, but here are many inspirations...
Author: Miss Rei Faun
Anime: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Type of Fanfic: Alternative Universe; set in Los Angeles in the present (high school drama)
Genre: Drama/Comedy/Romance (some chapters have more comedy then drama)
Couple(s): OC x HS; DM x HS
Yaoi Yuri or Het: Yuri and later Het
Original Characters: A lot...
Notes/Warnings: High school stereotypes ahead...(once again) if Duo's more serious than he needs to be (aka OOC), I'm sorry...BTW Meilan's in it too...
Rating: R for lime, angst, some drugs, sadness, and a bad flashback. (Edited)
Chapter Rating: R (for language)
Disclaimer: GW belongs to Sunrise/Bandai; and all my inspirations come from their respected owners...
At Mitchell High...
The school bus drove at the parking lot and the students got out. One of the students in particular was a new student—a petite and thin girl dressed in a frilly black short dress and a bell-shaped hat...
She nervously held on to her book bag and ran to the school.
Students were not allowed in the school until the bell rings at 8:05, so everybody sat or stood anywhere at the school grounds.
Two girls in particular sat at the bleachers staring at the sky.
"The way I see it, Catherine," one of the girls began, "athletes love it when girls come and flirt with them."
"If you feel that way, Dorothy, go ahead," Catherine Bloom muttered. "Just don't cry when they start doing forced sodomy on you..."
"What!" Dorothy Catalonia exclaimed.
"That's how jocks are!"
"Now you're just being stereotypical!"
"I may be, but I care not!"
Just then the girl in the frilly black dress sat down at the bleachers a few feet away.
The two girls observed her for a moment.
"Is that who I think it is?" Dorothy asked.
"I think so...I think it's what's-her-face..."
"Well, I'm going to find out!" Dorothy said as she ran to the girl.
Catherine followed. "Just don't look stupid..."
The girl looked out at the field. She then sighed. It's been three years...
"Hilde!" It was Dorothy. "Hilde Schbeiker!"
The girl looked up to see Dorothy.
"Yes?" Hilde asked.
"It's me!" She answered. "You remember Cathy, don'cha?"
"Hey, Hil! No time long see, eh?" Catherine smiled.
Hilde stared at them for a moment.
"...Who are you?"
Damn! Stabbed in the back!
"...I'm Dorothy Catalonia...and that's Catherine Bloom...
"Don't you remember us, Hilde?" Catherine asked, a little concerned.
"...No."
Ooooh! Another stab in the back!
"Oh c'mon Hilde! You gotta remember us!" Dorothy exclaimed. "We used to...hang out at the park...have slumber parties...I remember lying to you that Duo tried to kill the president!"
Hilde's eyes brightened a bit. "Duo's here?"
"...Yeah..." She remembers that idiot but not us...
"You told her he tried to kill the president, Dorothy!" Catherine yelled.
"Hilde?" The girls turned to see who said that.
Down the bleachers there were two guys and a girl—all goths.
It was the girl who called out her name, with her red-violet dyed hair, intense black makeup, and her black and red shirt with baggy pants. She was large, but has a curve, and she was very attractive.
"Lacey!" Hilde shouted happily and ran down to hug her and the guys...leaving Dorothy and Catherine alone.
"Well, it looks like she's got friends of her own," Catherine said. "Too bad she doesn't remember us..."
"...She turned...goth..." Dorothy stuttered.
"...So?"
"Not only did she cut her hair—she turned goth!" You could tell by the black converses and fishnet stockings...
"I think goths are pretty cool and exotic looking. Too bad the Columbine massacre has scarred their name..."
"You mean...she's not gonna kill us?"
"Dammit Dorothy, NO! And you said I was stereotyping..."
"Hold on..." The two looked up to see an Asian girl staring at the group. "Isn't that what's-her-face?"
The girls stared at her.
Catherine sighed. "Yes, Meilan, that's her, and no, she doesn't remember any of us."
The final bell was about to ring and everyone was rushing to their designated classes. Hilde was having a hard time finding her classroom. She was a junior but classes from all grades would be in a single hallway...
Just when she got in, the bell rang.
Another girl looked up and her eyes widened—in shock and in joy. "Hilde!" she whispered.
Hilde looked up and saw the girl. It was Relena Darlian, an old friend. Her real name was Peacecraft but she was adopted. She smiled and waved. When the announcements were over, the teacher had to give Hilde anything he was currently teaching them.
Meanwhile...
"Hello! And welcome back!" A female government and economics teacher named Ms. Hayes looked at all her students. (That included Duo and Quatre...)
Everyone groaned. She loved torturing these people.
"Well, stopping moaning. Besides—" she let out a fake gasp. "Boy, do I got a surprise for you! Oh my! I wonder what it is—oh here it comes!" And then she held up a government/economic book.
"Reading these twenty pages and taking notes for homework! Yaaay..."
See what I mean?
Well, anyway, everyone groaned at this.
And Duo silently uttered, "Mother fucker..."
Lunch, 6th period...
Lunch! Almost everyone's favorite mother fucking hour!
Unless you have no one to sit with...then you're pretty much fucked...
Relena had a different lunch, as did Lacey and two of their friends Brian and Terry.
And so Hilde was basically alone...
Suddenly someone accidentally bumped into her.
"Oh! Sorry." It was Trowa.
He began walking back to his table. And then he stopped and his eyes widened. He immediately walked back to Hilde and took a good look. He smiled.
"Long time no see, Hilde."
Hilde smiled, too. He knew him, but he couldn't remember his name. "Er...what was your name again?"
"Trowa. Trowa Barton."
"Oh yeah!" And they both laughed.
"Guess who's back?" Trowa announced.
"Who, the Marquis de Sade?" Duo retorted.
"No, it's n—de Sade, Duo?"
"Yeah...you know...the perverted dude from the 1700s..."
"..."
"He wrote erotic novels?"
"..."
"Never mind..."
"I know who he is Duo...but why are you reading that?"
"Because I can...he's my fuckin' idol!"
"...Okay, now you're just grossing me out..."
"Well, who is it?" Wufei asked.
Just then Hilde appeared. She wasn't expecting a huge welcome-back greeting.
"You guys remember her do you?" Trowa asked.
"Yeah..." Wufei answered. "She's—"
"Hilde Schbeiker," Duo finished, apathetically. Hilde sighed.
She knew it...
"Thank you for interrupting me, asshole." Wufei retorted.
"You're welcome, dick." Duo muttered.
"Son of a bitch."
"Fucker."
"Cunt-eater."
"Cum-drinker."
Trowa sighed at this and turned to Hilde. "I doubt you remember them acting this way..."
"Um, Wufei pretty much...Duo not so much..."
"Well, on that note, would you like to sit with us?" Trowa asked.
"Well...all right."
Fast-forward to after school...
Hilde was again with Lacey, Brian, and Terry. It was a long time since she saw them...
Hilde's mom and grandpa had found a house in San Francisco when she was in eighth grade and they moved there. The young girl was very lonely. But on the first day she went to one of the middle schools, she met Lacey Jones (the middle school was right by the high school). Lacey was two years older than Hilde. She would've been a sophomore that year, but she flunked a year. Hilde soon met up with Lacey's younger cousin Terry (same age as Hil. He's living with the family) and his boyfriend Brian (same age as Lacey who also flunked. He moved in with the two.).
Unfortunately, last year, Lacey's mom felt like leaving San Francisco, so she took her, Brian and Terry with them, leaving Hilde alone...
And so, here they are, her dear friends. She surely didn't expect them to be here!
Suddenly, Brian took out a joint and started smoking it. Hilde wasn't surprised. He and Lacey have always experimented in drugs. Once she saw Brian injecting himself with some narcotics and Lacey inhaled so much cocaine her nose bled heavily. Terry would drink beer and smoke cigarettes, but that was it. Hilde? She couldn't even smoke a cigarette let alone a joint (she almost choked while doing so once).
She likes red wine. That's it.
"For god's sakes, Bri, you're gonna kill yourself!" Terry scolded.
Brian turned to Terry. "You know how long it was since the last I took a whiff? Two. Fucking. Days."
"Amen," Lacey and Hilde snickered.
Hilde turned to Lacey. "Can I come by your house tonight?"
"Sure."
Hilde suddenly became nervous. "You don't think your mom will mind, do you? I mean, I don't think she really liked me much."
"Fuck her. She does whatever she can to screw up my life..."
"Don't say that, Lacey," Terry said.
"Hilde's back!" Quatre asked Relena, surprised and happy at the same time. They, Dorothy, Meilan, and Catherine were just walking around the school.
"Mm-hm! She's in my first and seventh period classes," she answered.
"I was worried we'd never see her again."
"Heh! She doesn't even remember us!" Dorothy said, meaning her and Catherine.
"Well, it's been three years, Dorothy. It's not surprising if she couldn't," Quatre explained. "Besides, you two never hung out with her."
"That pretty much explains it..." Catherine said.
"She obviously wouldn't remember me," Meilan said.
"Because all you do is talk your views about us women and how we must stop using our bodies and start using our brains!" Dorothy added.
"No, it's because I haven't met you all until the 8th grade you shit, fuckin' dumbass!"
"God! Could you at least tone down the language!"
"No!"
"Oh there she is now!" Catherine said.
Hilde was just waving goodbye to her friends.
"Heh. She's the same sickening-adorable pixie-looking self as the last time I saw her," Meilan commented.
"Yeah!" Dorothy added. "Only more scary!"
Everyone glared at Dorothy...
Just then, Hilde turned around and saw her other friends (well, the ones she remembers, anyway.)
No one said anything for a moment.
"So," Dorothy began, "Do you worship Satan?"
"Dorothy!" Relena scolded.
"What the FUCK was that, Dorothy?" Meilan muttered.
"I was JUST asking!" Dorothy protested.
Quatre, Catherine, and Hilde simply stared at this...
"Um...sorry for that..." Catherine said.
"Don't be. My mom asked me that when I first became this." Hilde smiled.
"Yeah...and everybody thought I worshipped Satan when I said that homosexuality is normal...religious conservative bastards..."
Hilde turned to Quatre. "So how has it been with you, lately?"
"Oh! Everything's fine," Quatre smiled, surprised that she actually remembers him.
"Anyone wanna hang out park?" Meilan asked.
"All right," Catherine answered. "After all, I'll never get the part of Ophelia, anyway. So I have no parts to remember!"
"How come we keep changing subjects?" Relena asked quietly. These people have the tendency to jump from one subject to another...
The little red corvette screeched all over the lane. And a song by Metallica was cranked up so loud it made the other guys' ears bleed...
Apparently (for some odd reason...), Duo was relaxed...I don't know how, but he was relaxed...maybe too relaxed...
"Duo! For the love of god, watch your driving!" Trowa shouted through the music.
"And turned down that damn music!" Wufei added.
"I don't hafta!" Duo shouted arrogantly... "It's my car!"
"How about you all shut up," Heero simply muttered. (But the music was so loud they had no idea he even spoke...)
The car sped on down the road...recklessly...
At the Park...
"One more question," Dorothy began. "You don't have an eating disorder, do you?"
Hilde looked up at Dorothy, confused. "No...why?"
" 'Cause...you're so..." Dorothy glanced down at her to think of a good word. "Er...thin. Yes, thin. Just wondering."
Indeed, Hilde was the skinniest of the girls here.
"If she's thin, Dorothy," Meilan began, "then you are as fat as a sumo wrestler."
"What!"
Meilan always made fat jokes to Dorothy...whatever the reason...
"Meilan, stop making fun of Dorothy like that..." Relena scolded watching Dorothy cry streams...
Meilan shrugged. "She's full of lard!"
(In order to not start any chaos, Dorothy is NOT fat!)
"Meilan," Catherine began, "I don't think you may realize, but you're kill her!"
"And how the hell am I doing that?"
Dorothy: Yummy, Miss Une! I'm so full!
Miss Une (You know...Lady Une...): (smiles) I'm glad you liked it!
Dorothy: Welp, I gotta go! See ya!
Treize: Erm...okay, then...
Dorothy: (runs to the bathroom)
(Sounds of loud retching...)
"You honestly think she would do that?" Quatre asked.
Catherine nodded. "I swear, Meilan and Dorothy are too blunt for their own good..."
Hilde just stood there...didn't know whether to laugh or be offended by all these remarks...
"Duo...I think something's wrong with the car!" Trowa began, yelling over "Master of Puppets."
"Everything's fine!" Duo retorted.
"No really...I think something fell off!"
Wufei looked behind the car. "Yeah...the bumper fell off..."
"The what!" Duo responded. He turned around, but then...
"Watch the car!" Wufei yelled.
The car almost hit a truck...again...and sped down to the right lane.
"You idiot! Where the hell did you get your license, anyway!"
"SHUT UP!" Duo screamed.
The car had entered the park down the road. Duo was trying to slow down.
For some odd reason, he couldn't.
"Um...you might wanna slow down..." Trowa said.
"I can't!" Duo replied. "Something's wrong with the fuckin' breaks!"
Heero sighed. "Dumbass forgot to check his brakes last night..."
"I heard that, dumb-fucker!"
Suddenly the car was headed toward a large pond! And Duo couldn't stop the little red corvette...
...Which his sad...because Prince sang about that car and it was awesome...
...Anyway...
"Oh great..." Duo muttered...
"Any last words, everyone?" Wufei asked.
"Yeah," Trowa began. "Duo sounds too much like Trent Reznor when he says the F-word..."
The others stared at him...
And the car made a big splash in the pond...
About a minute later...
The four guys slowly walked out of the pond like the zombies off of "Night of the Living Dead." They were just trying to dry themselves by taking off their shirts and wringing the water off of them.
Suddenly...
"Trowa!"
Trowa turned to see Catherine. "Hi, Cathy..."
"Guys, what happened to you!" Quatre asked.
"I'll explain that with one word...Duo..."
((A/N: Let's see...Marquis de Sade is some nobleman from 18th century France who engages on a bunch of sexually activities, normal and bizarre...and he writes these...things...
I'm NOT bashing Dorothy! I don't even hate her (but my friend does...heh)!
"Master of Puppets" is by Metallica (though I've only heard few of their songs, that is by far my favorite)
Eh...I HAD to refer to Mr. Reznor. If one listens closely, he sounds like Duo if Duo should ever sing (Scott McNeil's voice). Maybe it's my new interest for NIN and their music...or something...I wanna listen to "Closer" again...))