Disclaimer: I don't own any of Gundam Seed, any of the terms, video game systems, the words "English," "American," or "Sweatdrop." Though I wish I did. Greatly. The rating is for language and I don't think it's all that bad. If anyone thinks I should raise it, please say so. Thank you.

Clotho decided he despised the "American" soundtrack to the new Gundam game Azrael let him have. The voice acting was pretty good in comparison, but it was in English; admittedly, Clotho could understand very little of what was being said. Why did that prick buy him the English version to a Japanese game? And GOD, the music blew. He'd just have to ignore it while he played.

Besides, he wasn't about to complain. It wasn't often that he got to play with a real life Playstation. It was even less frequent to get a new game from Arrogant Prick-sama on the bridge. He was very happy. As much as he loved his Wonderswan, it was nice to finally get to look at a bigger screen straight on. It kind of hurt his neck to have to look down at it all the time.

Tap, tap, tap, down arrow, select V.S. COMPUTER mode, press X. Twitch, twitch. He looked at the selection of mobile suits with irritation, licking his lips. None of the colors were particularly stellar, and not one of them looked as cool as Raider did. Sweatdropping a little, he moved the selection frame over each machine attempting to make a choice.

In the end, he ended up picking a black suit whose main weapon appeared to be a scythe. Besides, he knew enough English to pick out the word "Death" in its name. He liked this one a little bit, at least.

Twitch. The stage was about to start; but there was an annoying Rock song playing beneath the game's background music. He hit the start button to pause and turned his head sharply to look behind him.

Clotho didn't jump, because it was exactly what he expected. One of his fellow pilots, Shani Andras was tilting his head and looking curiously at the screen over his shoulder. An ear was liberated from the illusory world of the heavy music that he always listened to, and for once he seemed genuinely interested in something…normal. At least normal in Clotho's mind. This was by no means a common event.

Shani wanted to play too.

Clotho had a sneaking suspicion that the green haired psycho hovering around behind him liked the Playstation too. He glared a little and sighed, motioning to the other controller sitting on top the platform. "Damnit, hurry up Shani. I haven't played yet on my own and if we get in trouble and I don't ever get to play I'll kick your ass!" Shani made a little unaffected noise as he walked over and plugged in the second controller.

Clotho sweatdropped when he finally plopped down next to him, both ears once again deaf to everything but the CD. Did he ever even change the thing? Did it even have a vocalist? Lucky bastard. Anything was better than the awful disco tune flooding out of the T.V. Hopefully, the music wouldn't matter so much once there were explosions, shooting, and the soft squeal of machinery….

"Nyeah."

"What Shani?"

"Nyeaaaaaaah!"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ALREADY?"

"I want that one," he yawned, pushing a few buttons on the CD player in his lap. He wanted the black one with the scythe too, no doubt because Calamity had one. Clotho shrugged. So be it, it wouldn't be all that confusing if they both picked the thing anyway. "So go ahead and pick it, dumbass. It's not that hard."

Darkness itself descended over Shani's features and the one eye that Raider's pilot could see glittered bruised purple, grumpily. "Use another one. I want the pretty one right here."

Twitch. Whatever. Arguing with him wouldn't do any good so he unselected the black machine, fingers smashing the buttons with frustration. He just wanted to play, damn it. Was that so hard to ask, really? Whatever. Clotho chose an ugly white and blue suit just below the "Death" one. Not that bad. It had a selection of weapons, which was nice, and one of them was a ball and chain. "Happy now? Press start already!"

Clotho ignored the sudden sound of fluttering paper, and started the game. Orga wouldn't dare…

WHACK! His machine beaned Shani's directly, sending it into a backwards sprawl. With a little bit of a growl, he began to button mash. He might have been a better pilot, but his gaming skills where nothing in comparison to the redhead's. Within moments, Clotho had just about won…

Poke. Poke. Poke. With a quick slide of his fingers and a press the triangle button, he cackled quietly as his blue "Gundam" prepared for a special attack. Now all he needed to do was…

POKE!

Clotho snapped around and glowered viciously at his newest distraction. Orga DID! He was big, a lot bigger than him, but he didn't care; he felt the need to backhand him. "Why the HELL aren't you reading some more of your cute little teenage puberty fest of love and understanding!"

Normally he would have got into it deep with him for that one, but the other boy looked more confused than anything.

He almost congratulated himself when he kept his cool after getting bonked with Orga's paperback novel. "Because I finished it, duh. Maybe you should try reading so you wouldn't be so damn stupid anymore." Shani interrupted Clotho's coming retort with a loud cackle of satisfaction accompanied by, "KRAKABOOM!"

"HEHE! YATTA! You lost you lost you lost! BOOM!"

…Clotho could have screamed. He hadn't paused!

"Oh, hey Shani, let me play too!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'LL KILL BOTH OF YOU!"

Note from the Author: This will be a longer work, with several more chapters. It will deal primarily with the Druggies playing…a Gundam fighting game. XD I hope you enjoy, and feedback is wonderful, please leave me feedback! I even like flames if they're funny/deserved/useful.
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Oh god. I don't own him either! I wish I did though. .