Allenby Beardsley: Well, hi everyone! I'm over strep throat! ^_^ Anyway, here's a LONG chappie! Probably the longest yet! And there's angst, humor, and some fluff actually! Well, onto the reviews now!
The "famous" Dreaming Wolf, Lol! I knew you'd grow to like that nickname! I'm glad you liked the last chappie, and I can't wait to read your new fic! I promise I'll email you and SSA back soon!!
The "cool" Sai Saici Angel, WOO-HOO!!! C/A and SS/C forever!! Anyway, ARIGATO for helping me on this chappie! I owe ya! Glad ya liked the "gift" too! Lol.
Frozen Gundam, wait! *points* You can't kill him!… That…that was supposed to be MY job!… *shrugs* Oh well, that's one less scientist I have to worry about. Hope you continue to like this fic!
Ken no Kakera, thanks! I hope you update your fic soon though! I want to finish reading that!
Chibodee Crocket…dear, dear Chibodee Crocket… You need to give me your email address…we need to "talk"… *smirks*
Chibodee: I don't like the sound of that!
Allenby Beardsley: You better, or I'll go Berserk! *eyes flash red*
Chibodee: *waves hands in defense* Ok! Ok!
Allenby Beardsley: *smirks* That's better… Back to the review… Yeah, the thought of killing him has come to mind, but I can't! I'll get court marshal for that!! *reads the last part of review* You WHAT?!
Chibodee: Hey! You didn't seem to mind at the time!
Allenby Beardsley: *growls and glares at him* Here I thought you were a gentleman, and instead, you were a pig! GAH! I swear, you make it impossible to like you! Why do you always do things to piss me off?!
Argo: …
George: Mademoiselle Allenby is displeased…
Sai Saici: O.O' Holy crap…she's scary when she's pissed…
Domon: *scratches head* Uh…now would probably be the wrong time to tell you that he was looking through your underwear drawer while you were sleeping, huh?
Allenby Beardsley: O.O WHAT???
Chibodee: *glares at Domon* Damn you Neo-Japan!
Allenby Beardsley: CHIBODEE!!
Chibodee: ACK! *starts running*
Allenby Beardsley: Get back here Crocket!! *runs after Chibodee*
Sai Saici: *trips Chibodee*
Chibodee: *falls, then gets up, glares at Sai, and grabs him by the collar* Damnit kid! *balls fist to hit Sai*
Sai Saici Angel: *randomly appears and hits Chibodee on the head with a giant fan* Don't you hit my Sai!
Chibodee: *drops Sai and sits on ground, rubbing head* Ow…
Sai Saici: *looks to SSA and smiles* Thanks!
Sai Saici Angel: *smiles back* No prob! *grabs hold of Sai and disappears with him*
Allenby Beardsley: CHIBODEE CROCKET!!
Chibodee: Oh shit. *runs away*
Allenby Beardsley: *chases after him* GET BACK HERE!!
George: Maybe we should do the disclaimer…
Domon: Why?
Argo: It would prove to be unwise to provoke her anger further.
Domon: True. Ok. She doesn't own G Gundam. Now, let's all get out of here before she comes back.
*The other two members of the SA nod in agreement and they all walk off*
When Chibodee Met AllenbyChapter Eight
"Are you girls ready, *yet*??!" Chibodee yelled, raising his sunglasses above his eyes.
Bunny popped out with a small smile on her face. "Almost!" she chimed and bounced back into her room.
Chibodee sighed in annoyance. "Well, hurry up!…" he grumbled and looked down at his watch. They were already fifteen minutes late already. He folded his arms as he sighed again and gave his suitcase a slight nudge with his foot, bored out of his mind. Why did women always have to take so long to get ready for anything?
"But hey, it didn't take Allenby
that long to get ready and get beautiful…" a voice told him in his mind. He mentally smiled and nodded.
"True, but…wait a sec!" He blinked out of his daze and dropped his arms. Allenby… He was thinking of Allenby from that dinner again. He shook his head and slapped his forehead. "Gah, why can't I stop thinking about her?…" he groaned. He couldn't really understand it; he had dinner with a lot of pretty girls before, but he couldn't remember what they looked like now. Why did he remember Allenby perfectly?
"OKAY!! WE'RE READY!!" Shirley called, and they all came out, wearing their magenta suits, carrying three cases with them each. Chibodee gaped in shock when he saw them, and he almost dropped his shades.
"What the heck?? What's all of this?!" he demanded, gesturing to their luggage.
"What do you think?" Shirley commented.
"Yeah, it's our luggage Chibodee!" Janet explained.
Chibodee's eyes widen in shock, and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. "But I said take only what you need!!"
"This is!" Cath argued.
"But we're only going for probably a four day trip!!" he protested.
Bunny then turned to Shirley. "Do you think we packed enough for it?" she asked.
"I think we did. If all else fails, we can ask Rain for some help," she answered, both of them missing Chibodee anime fault backwards and landing onto the ground, chuckling under his breath in disbelief. Slowly, he got up and sighed.
"Well…can we go *now*??!" he demanded, and the girls turned their attention back to him and smiled and answered with a yes. "Finally," he sighed under his breath and motioned them out the door, and they all piled into the car.
They soon got to the spaceport, and after being almost mobbed by reporters and fans and of course, the damned Neo-American government (as Chibodee dubbed them himself), they were able to board the shuttle. Chibodee sighed in relief as he sank back into his chair. Yes, having your own private shuttle DID come in handy at times. He closed his eyes with a small smile on his face as he was becoming completely relaxed. He was really tired, he was hoping maybe to catch a couple of hours of sleep before arriving to see old Rose Boy. And sleep was coming onto him…
"Hey! Chib!" a young voice called.
There stood a young boy, maybe only ten years old. He was very skinny as it was common in the Bronx with the poverty, and he had scabs all over his knees and the rest of his legs from playing outside all of the time. He was a dressed in a red muscle tank three times too big, a blue jean vest, and baggy black gym shorts with muddy white sneakers. His green eyes were shining with hope and excitement, and his hair was wild and a shade of navy blue…except for a small patch of pale pink in the front. He turned around and smiled at the other boy, who was running to him.
"C'mon Paul! What is it?!" a young Chibodee asked.
His friend Paul was wearing a pair of very messy blue jeans, a green T-shirt with a tear in the right sleeve, and a green and yellow baseball cap and gray and blue sneakers with worn soles. Strands of his unruly brown hair stuck out from underneath the hat, and he was completely pale, almost literally white save for a dark gray bruise on his left cheek, which he received from a fight with another kid from the previous week. He was thin as well, and his dark hazel eyes were full of joy.
"You'll never believe it! Guess what I got for my birthday today?!" he anxiously asked his friend, almost jumping up and down from his impatience.
A girl sat on the steps next to Chibodee. She was tall, almost a inch taller than Chibodee, thin, and pale as well, but next to Paul, she looked like she had a California tan. Her bright orange-red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her bangs almost came down over her brown eyes and almost touched the freckles around the bridge of her nose. She wore baggy blue jeans that were held up by a simple black leather belt, which was covered by her equally baggy red shirt, and underneath her shirt, so no one could ever see anything, she wore a black tank top; she wore a pair of black boots too, which were once her grandfather's. Her clothes covered all of her bruises that she got when her mother pushed her down the stairs except those on her right arm. To fix that, her older brother gave her one of his black arm guards that he used in football for her to have until her wounds were healed.
She giggled and leaned forward. "A space ship," she joked. Paul looked to her and laughed as well.
"Nope! But almost just as cool!"
Chibodee rolled his eyes. "Oh, come *on* Paul! What could almost be as cool as a space ship?"
"This!" Paul exclaimed and pulled out his present from his pocket. His "audience" could have been blown over with a feather, they were so shocked. In his hands, Paul was holding a John Wayne trading card, the last of its kind.
While there were other heroes, John Wayne was one of their favorites. Sometimes, they would sneak into the old movie-theater and watch his movies, and he was Chibodee and Paul's idol. They worshipped the ground he walked on because he was always so tough but kept his cool and was really gallant; he never pulled any cheap shots or back stabbed anyone.
"Wow!…" Chibodee and the girl both gasped, and the girl leaned forward and stretched out her hand to touch it, but Paul pulled it back.
"No way Jessie! I can't let you touch it! You're a girl!" he commented.
Jessie pouted. "But you two keep sayin' I'm one of the guys! Besides, I'm one of your best friends! Oh, come on Paul, please!! You know I like John Wayne too! Please?" She smiled pleadingly at him and kept saying please in a begging manner, getting closer to him.
Paul blushed slightly when she was closer. "Well…I guess…" She jumped up and cheered. "But be careful!"
She stuck out her tongue at him. "Of course!" Cautiously, she reached out her hand and fingered the edge of the card, looking at it in awe. "Wow…" she whispered again. Chibodee then walked forward.
"Let me see," he replied, and Paul slowly handed his gift over to his friend. "Wow…it looks just like him…"
"Hey, who gotcha that Paul?" Jessie asked, looking over Chibodee's shoulder to see the "hallow" gift. Paul looked up and smiled.
"My dad gave it to me! Isn't that cool?!" he answered, and Jessie smiled.
"That is nice of him…"
Chibodee looked away, nodding slightly and mumbling something along the lines of sure. Jessie looked at Chibodee concerned, and Paul was about to say something to his friend, when another voice cried out.
"Paul! Get back in here! Supper's ready!"
"Okay Mom, I'll be right there!" He looked at his friends and smiled, and only Jessie turned to look at him. "I'll see ya tomorrow!" Jessie smiled and nodded.
"Bye Paul."
"See ya Jessie! Bye Chib!" With his goodbyes said, Paul turned and ran off back to his apartment. As soon as Paul was gone, Jessie turned her attention back to Chibodee.
"Chib?" she asked gently, placing her hand on his shoulder, but getting no response. However, Chibodee sniffled and tried to hold back the tears. She bit her lip nervously and leaned closer. "Chibodee?… Oh, Chibodee!…What's wrong?" she cooed.
"Leave me alone!" Chibodee snapped, slapping her hand away. Jessie scowled and turned him to face her.
"Now listen here Chibodee Crocket!" she snapped back. "I *know* you're upset about something, and don't you dare deny it!" Chibodee only hung his head down in his shame as he continued sniffling, still fighting his tears. Her face softened as she looked to him. "Chibodee, what is it? What's wrong?"
He looked up, tears staining his face, despite all his efforts to keep them away. "It…It's just… Well, Paul's dad gave him a present although his parents are divorced, and my… my dad…" At that point, he stopped speaking, having reached his limits and plopped down on the steps, held his head in his hands, and started bawling.
Jessie sat down next to him and hugged him and held him close, like a mother did a child. "Oh Chibodee…I… I'm sure your dad isn't going to forget your birthday… I'm sure of it!" Chibodee got out of her embrace and sniffle, trying to wipe away his tears with the back of his hand.
"But…but he's been gone for a few years now!… And…and he…he forgot the others!…" At that, the poor boy began to cry again. Jessie bit her lip, unsure of how to help her friend. "Everyone's leavin' me! Everyone!…"
"That's not true… Paul and I are still here!" she protested, trying to reassure her friend.
"But one day, you two are gonna leave me too!"
"No, we won't."
"Huh?" Chibodee looked up at Jessie confused, his tears drying out on his face.
"We won't leave you…We'll always be together… The three of us!"
"T…The three of us?…"
"Yeah! We'll always stick together, no matter what!"
"Y-You promise?…" She smiled warmly at him and nodded.
"Yeah, I promise Chibodee. We'll always be together… The three of us, no matter what!"
Her smile grew as Chibodee faintly smiled back. "The three of us…" he repeated a little louder this time.
"I promise… We'll never leave you… The three of us…together forever."
"Together forever…"
Chibodee awoke with a start. He gasped for air, his eyes widen with shock. The three of them… Jessie… His heart ached with pain again as he thought of his dearly departed friend. He looked down at his fist and frowned; maybe he wanted to go to Neo-France just to get away from everything…away from the memories… He sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair.
"Hey," Shirley began, poking his shoulder gently, "Chibodee, you okay?"
"Hm?" He opened his eyes and smiled faintly at Shirley. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired that's all." She looked like she wanted to say more, but she kept her mouth shut, nodded, and turned around to talk to Bunny and the others.
Chibodee looked down at his watch and groaned when he saw the time; they still had two hours left of this boring flight.
"Are you sure you packed everything, Alley?" Hans asked, not realizing how close he was to making the Neo-Swedish Gundam fighter to want to kill him. She flinched slightly as she threw her luggage into the trunk of his slate-colored SUV.
"For the fiftieth time, *yes*! I have packed everything I needed Hans!" Allenby answered as she closed the trunk and got into the passenger's seat. She glared at him coldly before she buckled her belt. "And *don't* call me Alley!!"
He merely laughed. "Buckle your safety belt," he remarked.
"Hm?" Allenby then thought back to the ride Chibodee gave her to his hotel, and remembering the Neo-American's reckless driving, she hasten to get it on. However, Hans' driving proved to be much smoother than Chibodee's. Within half an hour, they were at the spaceport. "Well, this is my stop!" Allenby chimed as she got out her luggage and smiled at Hans.
Hans nodded and smiled. "Take care Allenby, remember I'm always here if you-"
"If I need you," she finished. "I know. I'm not a little kid anymore Hans…let me live my life." He smiled slightly and nodded.
"I will." She smiled back and nodded.
"Well, I'm off!"
"Hey, Allenby!" he called out to her as she turned to leave.
She turned back to him, puzzled. "Yes?"
He looked like he had something important or embarrassing to say, but he cleared his throat, then saluted her. "Have fun Lieutenant Beardsley."
"Ha, ha, ha!" she laughed. She saluted him back. "I will Sargent O' Neil." With that said, she turned and left, leaving Hans to watch her walk in before getting back into this SUV and driving back to the base.
Allenby slightly pulled up her glitter boot-cut jeans. As much as she did like them, they were a little low for her personal taste. It felt like all a guy had to do was come up and tug on them once and they would fall down. She wasn't going to let that ruin her good mood though. She promptly picked up her suitcase and duffel bag and walked to the counter and got her ticket and boarded her flight. She got into her seat and sighed in relief; her first trip. A smile crept upon her face as she thought that again. This was her first trip without the scientists tagging along. "God, does it feel great!" she thought, smiling still, and fell asleep as the flight started up.
Allenby stood in the middle of a ballroom, wearing her usual jumpsuit. Someone was watching her… She could feel it. She spun around, multiple times, trying to find the person. However, the room was mysteriously covered with mist, mist so thick that she couldn't see through it. "Who's there?!" she demanded loudly, her voice echoing throughout the seemingly empty room. "Who are you?! Show yourself!"
Instead of the person answering, there was only a laugh. Well, at least she now knew it was a man. "Huh?" she asked, trying to think of who it was. That laugh…that laugh was familiar… She growled in frustration and got into a fighting stance, tightening her fists as she glared into the mist. "Come out! Show yourself you coward!"
Suddenly, he stepped out, and appeared only a foot in front of her. However, he was still covered in shadow; she couldn't make out any features of him, except for his spiky hair and shining white smile, she couldn't even see what color his eyes were. She gulped silently, trying to hide the fear that seemed to come with his presence. "Who…who are you?…" she whispered.
He laughed again and stepped forward. For some reason, Allenby couldn't will herself to move. She felt frozen in her tracks as he made his way towards her. "I've come to help you…to make you whole…to love you…" he answered in a gentle voice that sent shivers down her spine. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, it was like she was scared stiff.
Yet…yet somehow…she felt, in some bizarre way, *safe* around him… She couldn't explain it, but she just did. His strong arms encircled her into a close embrace, but what surprised her most was when she returned the hug and rested her head on his chest. It felt so natural to her…it was weird. "I want to love you Allenby… I want to make you happy…" he whispered into her ear softly and kissed the top of her head. Slowly, she lifted her head and looked up at him.
"Who…who are you?"
He smiled. "I'm…"
"Please sit up and fasten your seat belts."
"Huh?"
"Please sit up and fasten your seat belts."
A very groggy Allenby fully awoke and sat up slowly in her chair, yawning softly. She blinked a couple of times and rubbed her eyes. "It was a dream?…" she thought, scanning around the spacecraft. "It was all a dream…"
Allenby grumbled as she handed the rude French taxi driver a wad of money and left as quickly as she could. "Finally!…" she sighed under her breath as she picked up her bags and began to walk up the steps of the palace of Neo-France. She looked around and smiled slightly at her new surroundings; the place was quite eloquent looking. It looked like a castle from a storybook, and the sight just made Allenby even more excited. Even since she was a little girl, she had dreamt of visiting a place like this. Her smile grew as she continued to look over the palace, walking up the steps.
Chibodee stood there and sighed as his girls took off to go talk to Rain in her room. "Good grief!" he whined, dropping his luggage to the floor. "Women!" He exhaled deeply and loudly as he looked over the entrance hall, glancing at the unique column designs, the large tapestries, and the colorful paintings. He had to admit that it was a rather nice looking place. Maybe he would be able to rest here for awhile.
"I made it!" a feminine voice gasped from the front door, and he turned to see who it was, only to have his eyes widen in shock when he saw her.
Allenby finally made it to the top of the numerous stairs and pushed her way through the front door. There was a man standing before her with his back towards her, but she didn't care. "I made it!" she gasped in shock and relief. Suddenly, he turned around, and she gasped in shock.
"That man…he has blue and pink hair…and those green eyes like…"
"That woman…she has blue hair, those green eyes, and a necklace like…"
"Chibodee Crocket…" she whispered softly, gaping at him in shock.
"Allenby…" he whispered as well, looking as shocked as her as he continued to stare at her.
The two were frozen in place, unable to do anything except gaze into each other's eyes helplessly in disbelief. Chibodee could feel his pulse quicken as she continued to stare back at him, and he desperately trying not to let his shock or excitement show too much. Allenby felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach again, and she tried to refrain from blushing that much. Their minds were reeling; why were they acting like this? What was this strange feeling in the pits of their stomachs that made their hearts race? Why couldn't they break the stare between each other? There was complete silence between the two Gundam fighters except for their panicked, short, quick breaths. However, George's arrival at that moment ended that.
"Ah, Monsieur Chibodee, Mademoiselle Allenby, a great pleasure to see you both again," George smiled. They snapped out of their daze and turned to look at their host. Allenby smiled gratefully and walked over to him, pulling on her luggage.
"Hi George!" she cheerfully chimed, stopping beside Chibodee, in front of George. Her heart began racing when she noticed how close she was standing next to the Neo-American, and she used all her will power to try to contain it.
"Yo! Rose Boy! What's up?" Chibodee smirked, while trying to keep his eyes from wandering down the Neo-Swedish girl's body. It was a battle he was losing slowly though. He couldn't help but notice she was wearing the outfit from their dinner and how the jeans seemed to hug her bottom or just how the top stopped high enough that, with some effort, he could see her belly button. He mentally slapped himself for looking and tried to focus his attention elsewhere.
George twitched slightly at being called the dreaded nickname from that "hoodlum." However, he continued smiling kindly at his two guests and nodded. "Yes, well…" he began, "I hope you find your stay here in Neo-France a comfortable one."
Allenby smiled. "I'm sure it will be! But, uh, George?…"
"Yes, mademoiselle?"
She shook her head. "No, no, no calling me mademoiselle. Just Allenby, okay?"
"But that wouldn't be proper for addressing a lovely young lady as yourself."
She blushed slightly. "Eh…thank you…" she whispered, obviously flattered by his comment and slightly embarrassed for getting so. George merely smiled and bowed his head, being his polite self.
Even though Chibodee looked bored and blank on the outside, he was FUMING on the inside. He was gritting his teeth tightly, and his hands, which were in his jacket pockets, were balled up into tight fists. He couldn't explain why this sudden surge of jealousy came about, it just did. He finally coughed loudly to get the attention to return to him.
"So, Rose Boy! Where do I put up my stuff?" Chibodee asked, swinging his duffel bag over his shoulder casually.
"If that hoodlum calls me that one more time…he can shove it up his…" George smiled slightly and cleared his throat. "Yes well… You see, Monsieur Chibodee, Mademoiselle Allenby…we…."
"What is it, George?" Allenby asked when he took a long pause.
The poor Rose Knight smiled nervously. "Well…due to a…. *unforeseen* disturbance …we have to remodel some of the guest rooms in the palace…"
This only puzzled the two even more. "What unforeseen disturbance?" they both asked at the same time, staring at George confused. Before the red-haired knight got a chance to answer though, a most peculiar event happened…
"ACK!!! BUT I SAID I DIDN'T MEAN TO BRO!!! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!!!" Sai Saici screamed at the top of his lungs, running past the three.
"SAI SAICI, GET BACK HERE!!!" a very pissed off Domon yelled, chasing after the young Neo-Chinese boy. Followed very close behind the angry King of Hearts was a very ticked off Natasha, who was also screaming various curses in Russian and carrying her crop with her, and a very tired, very mad Raymond, who was trying his best to keep up with all of them.
Allenby and Chibodee blinked in shock as they watched the whole parade run past them. "Was that?…" Allenby began, pointing to the direction they were running to.
"Sai Saici being chased by Neo-Japan, Natasha, and your butler?" Chibodee finished.
George sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes, yes, it is as you both said… Monsieur Sai Saici is being chased by Monsieur Domon, Madam Natasha, and Raymond."
"But why?" Allenby asked.
"Well, it is a difficult matter to explain really Mademoiselle Allenby… You see Monsieur Sai Saici peeped on Mademoiselle Rain, Madam Natasha, and Princess Marie-Louise changing in their separate rooms. Needless to say…they were quite…displeased."
"And let me guess, they're wrecking the place?" she asked dryly. George sighed and nodded again.
"Yes, they are! And they're creating quite a mess!"
"And that's why you have to remodel the rooms, huh?" Chibodee inquired, and George nodded, head hung low in shame. "Well, what does that have to do with where me and Toots here are going to stay?"
"What?!" Allenby demanded, glaring at Chibodee. "I *know* you did not just call me 'Toots', you sexist pig!"
Chibodee gaped at her in horror, then glared back. "Sexist what?! Why, I oughta-"
"Actually!" George yelled, interrupting the two, returning the attention to himself. "The fact of the matter is… Well, there is no real way for me to put this except, since we are having to remodel majority of the guest rooms…you two have to share a room together…"
Allenby and Chibodee's jaws dropped to the floor as they stood there in shock. They both summed up their thoughts in one word at the same time.
"WHAT???!"
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Allenby Beardsley: Lol, yes I'm going to leave you hanging there. I hope y'all like this… I was up past 1:30 A.M. this morning typing this… Ouie, things I do for my reviewers… But I do have fun writing fic. Listen, I'm open to any ideas. You guys tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can work it into my original idea. Well, I might not be updating as much anymore because I just received a email from my U.S History teacher this week which stated that we're going to be working at a faster pace come Monday, so I will have twice as much homework there. Also, I'm going to have to stay after school almost everyday until 6:00 P.M. because of the one act play, which we're performing in less than a month. Needless to say, I'm going to be busy. But I promise to update this ASAP. I really do. *yawns* Well, it's getting late, and I'm tired so…nighty night everyone. I'm going to bed. Ja ne! *yawns again, gets up, and walks off to her bedroom and sighs heavily*
Chibodee: *stands there with a bruise on his cheek and a box of candy*
Allenby Beardsley: What do you want Chibodee?
Chibodee: To say I'm sorry…
Allenby Beardsley: *smirks* I'm not too mad at you anymore… *gives him a hug*
Chibodee: *hugs back* I'm still sorry.
Allenby Beardsley: As you should be… Well, I'm off to bed. Night! *walks to her bedroom and closes and locks the door before Chibodee can come in*
Chibodee: *tries to open door but can't* Damnit! Can't a guy just get lucky one night?!
Allenby Beardsley: *calls through door* Not this night!