Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Seed I'd be the happiest person in the world...but i dont so sadly I'm only content.
I hope you enjoy this...it has a weird beginning...also not a very practical... but hopefully you'll learn to like it as the story progresses.
Few months ago.
All four of them had been informed by their commander of a new mission, one that wasn't to be fought on the battle field, but instead on there homes in the PLANTs.
"This is her, Mekina Sabain." Athrun said as he flipped on the projector. "We are to accompany this lady and find out if she was behind the bombings of the state capital."
Yzak frowned, "We're soldiers not escorts."
Athrun ignored and continued, "We are to take up the role of being her family friends she hasn't ever met. The originals are being held captive as we speak."
"Oh is that so, we would have never guessed, thank you Athrun." Dearka said sarcastically.
"Would you guys shut up for a bit?" Athrun said irritated.
Yzak just yawned. "We get the point you've been briefing us for three hours just give us our damn identities!"
"Fine, if you fail this mission-"
"Athrun." Nicol interrupted. "Yzak does have a point, we all know the situation, so maybe you should just give us our new identities before Yzak and Dearka try to start a conflict."
Defeated, Athrun sighed and handed out three folders and keeping his own. He read out aloud his, "Marcus Howard, 27, male who runs a company dealing with household products. This should be easy."
Nicol looked at his, "John Carter, 22, is a college student. Not much difficulty there."
Dearka had a slight eye twitch, "Maryl "Mar" Wenderseiver, age 78, retired. What the hell? How come do i get an old guy?"
Athrun shrugged, "Ask our Commander, not me."
Yzak threw his folder across the room, "Mary Josephine Carter! That's a girls name! If anyone should be her it should be Nicol! He's the one who's voice has barely cracked!"
Dearka picked up the folder that hand landed at his feet, "Wife of John Carter!"
Everyone had a good laugh at Yzak's dilemma. At 5:00 they were to meet up with this Mekina Sabain, so like sheep to the slaughter, they all went to the makeup artist that was on base.
Athrun sat in a chair reading a newspaper as the other three went through their torture. A man enter with a makeup huge makeup kit that he heaved all the way in. His purple crush sweated and tight leather pants made Yzak and Dearka cringe and push Nicol to the front.
"Oh hello, you must be Yzak!" he cheerfully shook hands with Nicol. "You're going to make the most sexiest girl." before Nicol could get a word in he pushed him aside and took Dearka's hand. "Oh Nicol I know you and I will be getting along, such a nice lean and strong looking young man." Once again he pushed Dearka to the side, "Hello." he said slyly. "You must be Dearka, mmm, my type of man. Too bad we're going to make you look old tonight."
"Get the hell away from me you-" the man twirled him around.
"Nice body I see too." he slapped his butt.
"Athrun!" Yzak shouted.
Athrun put down the newspaper to see three very disorientated people. "Actually Mr. Haw, you got all three of them wrong."
He smiled, "Oh I am so sorry. Tell me your names then." he put his hand below his chin and examined them all three.
"I'm Nicol."
"Dearka."
"And I'm Yzak."
Mr. Haw blinked a few times and pointed out, "But Mr. Zala, it would be so much easier if you did it the other way!"
"Yes, well, these are Commander Rau La Cruset's orders."
"Urgh, that man doesn't know one thing about fashion. If it were up to me I'd destroy that ugly mask of his." he went on as he left them alone in the room getting more supplies.
Dearka and Yzak glared at him and screamed, "WE HATE YOU'RE GUTS ATHRUN!"
"Oh boys!" Mr. Haw shouted as he frolicked in carrying his cosmetic suitcase on wheels in. "Mmm, Nicol come here I'll start with." Nicol slowly walked over. "Here up boy. Why must you waste my time." He rushed over and Mr. Haw grabbed his face with his long pedicure finger nails. "How old are you again?"
"S-seventeen."
"My god, really? You look like a 12 year old!" with that he pushed him and Nicol fell back into a chair. With a twirl Mr. Haw put on a giant plastic bib (you know the things used in salons...what are they called?) on Nicol.
Before Nicol could do anything his arms and legs were clamped in, "What are you going to do to me?" he cried.
"Oh Marylyn likes to play...rough." Nicol's eyes grew big and Mr. Haw laughed then shouted, "Oh MARYLYN!" he wrote on a piece of paper, "More defined features, and shorter hair." he tore it of and handed it to the next man to the man Marylyn.
Mr. Haw twirled Yzak around, "Hmm we just need grow out your hair and some makeup...nothing too serious." He also pushed Yzak onto a long bench with padding and slamming a helmet on his head and it began to simmer. "Just stay there and you'll have long lushes hair within two hours."
Dearka was shaking where he stood as Mr. Haw grabbed him by the arm, "Off to the back we go, Dearka, 'cause its going to be a tedious job to get you to look like a 78 year old man."
Ok i hope that ain't a bit too much by being too crazy. This is my first Fic so please be gentle and PLEASE NO FLAMMERS!
