Conceited Subterfuge
((Collapsed... cuz I'm almost done with the next chapter to post...))
(((UGH! Can NOT wait till I actually get to the part where Nitroglycerine Mudo shows up in this fanfiction, or more Sir Godrick! Teehehe, just wait, don't even guess, it gets better. Look for ** in the story for what this refers to: **hey Twilight, just try and beat this with your silver Volvo and be-sparkled silicon-infused driver. =P and why Gundams are such scary powerful machines...**
POSTED NEW FIC! because I had too. =D "Six Hundred and Sixty Six"! The 666th Gundam Wing Crossover fanfiction! And my 6th posted story! I so win. ::does a dance:: for now it's just a short-short (666 words) about what happened to Julia.
Though I had to cut off "there" on "that chapter" cuz the rest of that scene isn't supposed to be THAT funny... It's supposed to be romantic! LoL hint. And I've started writing the real ch9 (Altron vs. Wing Zero vs. Too-Many-MD) and ch10 (Epyon & Tallgeese 2 in LUX). Not going to do them in parts (yay right?) because you really need the whole chapter perspective for THAT stuff cuz it's intense as all hell, so it's still gonna take awhile unless the typing bug really bites.
also; had to run a pair of coyotes out of my neighbors yard at 5am night before last with my 'big' dog (not puppy)... same SOBs that were following me a few months back when I had to ditch my car during the freak October snow storm... awesome way to start the day. Then again last night around 2am they showed up again & hung around a few hours... really starting to push it, literally. Bet a potato cannon would make 'em sorry.
This might make you wonder when I sleep... well I don't. Probably why I have so much trouble writing big sections...huh...)))
P.s. Happy Valentines Day Readerifics! It's Sexy Time!…I already warned ye! ….and you might notice some 'altered details', like the school's name, that don't match previous chapters... I'llllll fix that umm... later... some time... I hope.
...After School 'Activities'...
"I don't even want to know…" was all Milliardo said as the two parted ways at the Cherry Tree in the courtyard.
Trieze couldn't help smiling when he spotted not only Casey Cassidy, but also Jason with his trucker lackey in tow by the HVG. The boy certainly didn't seem happy.
"Well I don't know Jason! Why don't you and Kevin like, piss off? You wanted me to find out so like, that's what I'm gonna do. Maybe you should have just kept your stupid mouth shut."
Jason almost stormed off to his car, except he caught sight of Trieze approaching and sneered. He took his key out of his pocket,
"Hey rich boy! How'd ye like this…?" It was obvious what he was about to do…
…even then it only made Trieze smile more.
There was a terrible screeching as Jason dragged the key across the surface of the HVG's shiny outer coating again and again – attempting to scratch the paint and disfigure it's perfect unbroken golden sheen with detail accents of metallic blue.
Trieze Khushrenada was still grinning ear to ear when he stopped just a few feet away from where Jason was staring, utterly baffled at the complete futility of his attempts,
"Yeah… that would be, like, Gundamium and poly-carbonite enamel. A direct hit from a mortar shell wouldn't even put a scratch on it; I don't think that measly key of yours is going to do much better. Like I was telling you… My father had it custom built…to military standards." He couldn't help mimicking the blond girl a little.
Casey was running her hand over the surface where Jason had been making his attempts; it was obvious she was impressed with the fancy toy.
'Just wait till you see the rest…' was all Trieze could think. ^_^
Jason with a huge show of his anger and frustration stomped off to his own car, not even waiting for 'his truck' to take the lead, revving up the engine and tearing out of the school's lot in a cloud of tire smoke.
Kevin watched his friend go and after a look back at Casey and Trieze, he couldn't help laughing and shaking his head,
"You're a crazy ass motherfucker, you know that?"
At the time while Kevin proceeded to get in his truck and take his time picking out a CD before hitting the road, Trieze assumed it to be another low-class insult.
Later when he would look back on the moment, he'd realize that it was in fact one of the best compliments he could have been given – For it really meant he was every bit his father's son.
"Well… what now?" Trieze turned to his date for the next three hours.
"Hm, well no one is going to be like, at my house… we could go there?" Trieze raised his eyebrows.
"You're house? Wouldn't your parents have some… objections to that?"
Casey laughed,
"They aren't home, and like, probably won't be for a while. Why would you care if they like, object or not?"
She had moved right up against Trieze and was staring up at him through her lashes.
"You'll have to forgive me, the world I come from works a bit differently. Is it usual for students to invite others to their home so casually here?"
"Well like, yeah! That's kinda all people do, either hang out at each others house or like, go hang out around town and like, go shopping." She started playing with the edge of his unbuttoned shirt, "Your family sounds like they're really strict, I'm surprised that your dad let you come here."
((((Is it starting to hurt you too? Why did I have to make her like…GAHHH! ::Beats self over head:: ))))
Trieze couldn't help grinning at that,
"Actually, he forced me too – it's quite an interesting story… maybe I can… show you how it happened?" Casey's eyes lit up catching onto his drift immediately.
"Oh yeah? Why… were you like, too naughty for the proper girls?" Trieze could tell she really enjoyed saying that.
"Way too naughty…" He gave her a wink. "…want to go find out?"
Casey skipped around and got in the passenger side as Trieze got into the oversized bucket seat that served as a driver's seat and they headed off to her house.
The HVG:
...was modeled after a(n original) Hummer's outer design, but instead of an engine it was given a compacted version of the Leo's reactor. In order to do this many of the parts that were involved in delivering the power to the wheels were machined out of Gundamium Alloy, including the frame and outer body work.
Limiters removed, the speeds the vehicle could reach were entirely dependent on the ability of the four tires and rear compressor boosters to propel it in a forwards direction. The only draw back being that the vehicle's ability to alter its direction once it accelerated over the speed range of normal automotives was exactly ZERO – Trieze was still attempting to develop a viable solution. Its towing abilities were equally uncapped as it was designed to be able to be linked into the main reactor of a Mobile Suit on the matching towing bed to give it enough power to shift the massive machine.
The interior featured a windshield that had built in heads up display and touch screen interface on the side windows. There was a separate screen that emerged from the dashboard and swung out to be in easy reach of the driver to make out-put adjustments and access it's various other on-board features. From the sides of the driver's seat, with the flip of a switch, Mobile Suit style stick controls could extend as the wheel retracts and allow for fine tuned control over the power delivery and steering. ((I'm thinking closer to Wing Gundam's set up in 'flight mode'; over head, ye know?)) Later this extra set of controls would be essential to the upgrades the ground vehicle would receive. ((Ch3 of BTRw is where this comes up again.))
Casey now seemed almost awestruck by the impressive display of wealth.
"This thing is huge, how much did it cost?"
"…Around the same as a Mobile Suit with of all the Gundamium parts, so approximately… six billion." Her eyes went wide.
"Your dad like, gave you a six billion dollar car for like, your birthday?"
Trieze laughed and shrugged,
"…Why not? He wants me to be a Mobile Suit pilot and has a very firm belief in self-sufficiency – It's designed to be able to tow a MS for ground transport."
"So you like, actually know how to use those Leo's, huh?"
Trieze grinned over at her,
"Oh I think you'll find I know how to use a LOT more then just those Leo's…" She giggled and went into her purse to pull out a pack of cigarettes. "…though I'd prefer if you didn't smoke in here, the upholstery and all?"
"Oh, sorry." She put them away. "Oh turn there on the left, that's like my street."
They were soon parked outside a small (to Trieze very small) mansion, with a well groomed lawn and water fountain in the circle drive. Trieze let Casey lead the way in…
"Your not like, hungry or anything are you?" they were in the kitchen, Trieze was looking around the place with interest – he'd never seen a 'home' kitchen before and liked the way it seemed more like a living room then the culinary laboratories of the catering sized kitchens in his own home.
"Not really, our lunch period was just an hour or so ago. Would you like anything? I'm not in any hurry…"
She had her back to him as she poured out a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator.
"I don't really like eating much, it's too easy to let yourself like, go." Trieze cautiously moved in closer behind her and slipped a hand onto her hip, she automatically leaned back into his chest as she finished the glass. Still leaning into him she turned to stare at him up through her eyelashes and put the glass down, "So do you want to like, see my room?"
Trieze grinned and gave a quick raise of his eyebrows holding back his reply of: If it means you'll stop talking? Like, Yes!
It was very pink.
Achieving a level of coordination that would make even his father shudder in disgust and ordered it burned.
Casey jumped onto her double sized bed and propped herself up on her elbows with her feet kicked up in the air.
"So... Let's hear it... How did such a nice boy like you end up going to Diekirch High?"
"Well..." he moved over and sat down on the edge leaning back to be supported by his right arm, his hand resting less then a foot from her hip. She rolled to the side so she could continue to gaze at him with that attempt at looking sly but falling short into exaggerated simpering. "...you see there was this girl..."
She raised her eyebrows.
"Like, just the one?" Trieze couldn't help but scoff at her surprise.
"Proper ladies are not allowed to..." He leaned forwards shifting from his right to his left arm. "...be so..." Using the freed arm to reach out to stroke the line of her cheek before dropping to pinch the edge of her v-neck and run down one side, his thumb nail running over the soft mound of her large breast and catching to tug gently at it's pit. "...forward with themselves." Casey swelled at his touch and he could hear her take a little gasp of air.
"Oh? And what about like, proper gentlemen?" She moved closer so her hand could slip over his nearer thigh and corner his swelling length against the other. Trieze could help chuckling, in some ways he was amazed at how easy this was after the weeks of wooing Vita – almost too easy...
"The rules are a bit...different I guess you could say..." He couldn't help noticing that the tight elasticity material was all that was suspending the two malleable mountains. "I mean... there are certain... rules that still need to be followed..." she had started to run the back of her fingers up and down the hardening flesh.
"Oh yeah? Like what kind of rules...?" Trieze was drawn in towards her lips, mostly because the closer he got the better view he had of what lay beneath the thin veneer, he made sure to linger as long as possible just out of their reach.
"Little things..." he couldn't help dropping his hand down to run up her inner thigh to slip under her panties as he gave in and connected with her moistened lips. "...I'm sure we can make do though... somehow..." he was grinning widely as she desperately pulled him towards her and drowned her moan in his mouth as he felt a rush of wetness flow over her clit gently caught in between two of his fingers that continued to rub along its nubby length.
...About an hour later Trieze turned off the shower in the hallway bathroom and wrapped the towel around his waist after drying off his hair and body. He took a moment or two to rake his hair back into position before exiting out into the hallway.
A large dark haired man dressed in a business suit was standing at Casey's door and proceeded to gawk at Trieze standing practically naked before him.
"Hello. Trieze Godrick Khushrenada the Thirteenth," He took the stunned man by the hand and shook it with a warm smile on his own face. "Lovely house you have here, it was very nice of your daughter to invite me. I really enjoyed my stay." he walked past him into Casey's room where she stood paralyzed with shock at his demeanor. He just shut the door, as if oblivious, so he could proceed to recollect his cloths and get dressed.
Outside her father twitched a few times before simply giving up and going back down to the living room to watch TV.
Milliardo looked up from watching Katja and her band 'practice' on the auditorium stage when Trieze sat himself down in one of the seats next to him nearly an hour an a half early.
"Where have you been?"
Trieze smiled innocently back,
"I thought you didn't want to know?" Milliardo turned back to the stage and sighed heavily.
"I think I can guess... How was 'Casey Cassidy'?"
Trieze looked over sharply at him frowning,
"Wait... How do you know about that already?"
"Katja and Samantha noticed you guys drive off."
Trieze settled back with his arms resting over his head.
"Well... wasn't really that exciting... I mean... compared to this entertainment you've found here?" Trieze was starting to laugh as the group on stage continued to produce a dastardly cacophony with three guitars and a set of drums. Milliardo coughed trying not to do the same.
"It's supposed to be something called... Metal?"
I want to be a _..._! ^_^
...lunch the next day...
"Um... Excuse ME? What the hell do you think your doing?"
Katja was tapping one foot with her arms crossed over her chest blocking Trieze's approach of the table. He innocently spread his arms in a gesture of peace.
"I beg your pardon?" he didn't miss the fact that Milliardo, already sitting next to Samantha, pretended to ignore the transpiring exchange.
"You heard me! Go, get lost before your girlfriend decides to come over here!" He continued to act confused.
"My girlfriend? I could hardly say I have been here long enough to be calling anyone my friend." Katja rolled her eyes.
"Ohhh... sure, just long enough to hook up with Cassidy, huh?"
Trieze brought a hand to his chin cocking his head to the side looking thoughtful,
"Oh, yes... that would seem to be the case now, isn't it? Then again," he smiled now giving Katja a look that had been a Khushrenada signature for centuries, "Was it not yourself that said such a thing is typical of her nature? I hardly see what difference it makes..." Katja's jaw had dropped.
"Difference? Your dating a bubblegum pep-rally hell spawn! Go sit with her friends, don't attract them over here!"
Trieze was back to looking very confused,
"Dating?" he laughed dismissively, "I am afraid your mistaken, no such arrangement has been agreed upon."
"Oh really? I don't think that's what – ugh, too late."
Casey had come up with friends in tow,
"Trieze! Like, what are you doing over here?"
Katja couldn't help grumbling under her breath 'That's what I was just asking...' She frowned at the wink Trieze gave her before turning around smiling.
"I was just talking to my good friend Katja here... did you need anything?" Casey gave Katja and the group behind her a disgusted look.
"Yeah, I was like wondering when you were going to like, come sit down? I mean like my boyfriend isn't about to sit with the Loser crew, is he?" She put her hands on her hips almost mimicking Katja's own impatient stance.
"Ah... that word again... See I am afraid there is some sort of misunderstanding... I don't recall agreeing to any sort of on going contract of a binding nature."
It was Cassidy's turn to drop her jaw at him.
"But...? What!" Looking flustered she glanced to the girls backing her on either side, they were starting giggle making her cheeks flush with heat, "You like go and shake my dad's hand after putting it up my ass and then have the nerve to tell ME that we AREN'T like going out? How you like, dare!"
Milliardo had put his head down on the table to bury it in shame under his folded arms; Samantha was patting him on the back consolingly. Both discretely and not, others near by were starting to laugh. Trieze miraculously maintained an entirely straight face, not flinching in the slightest.
"Well, yes I do remember introducing myself, but you see these 'losers' as you coin them seem to be very accepting of my younger brother Milliardo here," He put a hand on Milliardo's shoulder to accentuate his point; causing him to flinch at the touch, "As it is my responsibility to look out for him and his best interests I guess that would mean that... yes, I would like to be a 'Loser' as well. I indeed enjoyed our time together yesterday, do not mistake me... but I find this group to be quite... inspiring. I think I would like to stay here with them. Is that... alright with you?"
He was smiling widely as Milliardo was now gawking up at him and twitching slightly, dying with disbelief. Samantha sighed as a bead of sweat traced down the side of her forehead, she upped the pity level to 'consoling head pat'. Casey Cassidy let out a frustrated shriek at the gails of laughter starting to echo through the large room as the exchange was relayed from group to group; turning on heel and shoving through the group of laughing 'BBFs' behind her. With her now gone he turned once again to grin at Katja.
"Wait... you met her dad? And he didn't kill you on sight?" he shrugged.
"I don't see any reason why he would..." Katja started laughing hysterically now.
"Her ASS? Maybe? That... that..." She took a moment to recover her breath, "That is just TOO much!"
Trieze couldn't help laughing himself lightly,
"So... now that is sorted out... everything is how it should be, right?" He sidestepped around her to move towards the empty seat next to Samantha, but Katja caught the back of his shirt.
"OH no... no, no, no... you see it doesn't work like THAT Mr. Turncoat... I think we're going to need to see... a little show of commitment if your going to be sitting with OUR group."
Trieze looked back at her frowning,
"Like what?"
Her evil grin that spread from ear to ear as she looked him up and down had him raising an elegant eyebrow in worry...
Katja, Samantha and Milliardo were enjoying the fall weather in the courtyard after school that day,
"So Milliardo... do they like... make you live in a closet under the stairs or something?"
"What do you mean?" He didn't get the reference.
"The Khushrenada's, I mean do you get treated second rate to Trieze just because... you know..?"
Milliardo's face flushed with heat remembering what Trieze had told the two about his 'past'.
"No, it's not like that at all. I don't know why Trieze said that. My parents... they..." He shook his head unable to figure out how to explain it all, or even if he should, "...it doesn't matter. The Khushrenada's have been kind enough taking me in... I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh... I'm sorry..." The two girls exchanged a concerned look...
Carrying a large hard case full of fencing foils and sabers along with a duffel bag full of his pads and other training equipment, Trieze boldly approached the Cherry tree in the courtyard where they were waiting. At least today he'd already secured himself the captaincy of the slipshod 'team' that claimed to practice the art of fencing in representation of Diekirch High; surely he would be able to handle whatever this 'Katja' girl had in mind.
"Where, my dear elegant ladies of darkness, are we to go?" Trieze struck a pose leaning on the long, hard case resting on end in front of him, with his duffel bag next to it under one foot. They didn't seem impressed.
"Well, have you ever heard of 'the mall'? 'cause Milliard hasn't."
"I believe my father has mentioned them before... it's a type of shopping multi-center, correct?"
"That would be the place! So, driver, why don't you get your luggage in the back of that oversized gas guzzling monstrosity of yours and we'll be on our way!" Katja had hopped up and started walking to the student parking lot, Samantha automatically following.
"Gas guzzling? Monstrosity?" picking back up his case and bag he looked to Milliardo offended.
"She hates hummers." is all he offered in explanation, leading the way after the girls as Trieze scoffed.
"And she calls me presumptuous..!" He double timed it to catch up with Katja. "Wait a minute now, why exactly do we need to go to a mall?" They had reached the HVG.
"Not 'a', 'The Mall' and if you want to be a part of our group, stop asking questions and you'll find out soon enough." Katja stopped outside the passenger door tapping her foot. Trieze eyed her suspiciously but slowly, a smile grew as he sized the two girls up.
"Alright, I'll play along with your little games but Samantha gets the passenger seat..." He took his time circling to the back of the HVG to open the trunk to slide his baggage in. "...any thing you would like to stow?"
Milliardo casually tossed his backpack in before he offered a hand to take the girls' as well.
"Naw, that's okay I'll keep mine with me." Katja clutched the one strap slung over her shoulder possessively; Samantha, blushing at having been chosen for the front, handed hers off to Milliard.
"...actually I'd rather sit in the back, if that's okay?"
Trieze shrugged the rejection off, closing the back hatch and going around to the driver's seat,
"As you wish, there is plenty of room after all..." he got in not bothering to unlock the rest of the doors.
**Milliardo slid his thumb along the 'handle' of the back passenger's door activating the touch pad beneath it; literally crafted into the solid Gundamium door using the altered magnetic/conductive properties of the alloy impregnated with impurities to form the molecular structure into the necessary circuitry and micro-processors to charge the enamel surface above with a subtle glow, clearly framing each key site.
He hit 'open' and slight currents retracted the door's five vault-like internal pistons by fluctuating the superconductive properties infused into the metallurgy which encased the fitted Gundamium shafts; the similarly power-assisted hinge reacted to the sensitized surface as the molecular programming allowed it to follow his hand as if magnetized to his fingers.
"Okay; that's not excessive or any... Oh my goat! Does it stop?" Katja had tried to seem unenamored with the elaborate mechanism, but climbing in and looking around the interior made her suddenly feel like she'd just entered an alien spacecraft.
Smirking, Trieze waited a moment after the door shut with his eyes still closed and head half bowed... before he frowned and looked up in the rear-view mirror – Milliardo was sitting on the second bench row back between the two girls.
"Wh... You're not going to sit up here either?"
"You didn't want me to." Milliardo shrugged with his seat belt already on, stretching his legs and folding his arms behind his head; There was plenty of room in the back even with three people.
Trieze grumbled enviously as he put on his own five-point restraint and brought the systems online.
"Wow, I bet all these extras almost make it worth the 8 miles per gallon."
"It doesn't run on gallons, dear lady. See?" He flipped up the easy access panel out and with a few taps brought up the schematics of the vehicle they were in on the front windshield, then with a flick sliding the image across to the rear driver's side window next to her. "The main power cell is a scaled back version of those used in Mobile Suits, which themselves are reduced forms of the power reactors developed for the colonies. Leo's need theirs replaced every 20 years, but compared to their power consumption this core hardly exerts itself... might last fifty? Maybe sixty years before it has to be replaced. Tell me, how many miles do you think you could drive in a lifetime?"
"I'd hardly call 60 years a lifetime, maybe 100 years." Katja quipped as she glared enviously at the window display out of the corner of her eye.
"Always one to find a fault..." Trieze sighed as he closed the image down and started the HVG on its way; No Trieze or Godrick to date had ever lived past 66.
...at "The Mall"...
Trieze swallowed hard as he put the pieces together now that they were standing outside a store that seemed a shrine to everything Katja coined as 'Metal'.
"So!" Katja wheeled about to stand in front of him confrontationally, "If you want to sit with us, you have to dress goth for a week."
"Isn't that a little... excessive?" as he caught sight of some of the customers sporting the fashion already he added, "A whole week? We are talking about only at school right?"
"Fine, THREE days, in a row, and you have to go ALL out."
Milliardo made a point to review the merchandise in the front window, ignoring any pleas for help behind him. The three of them had had plenty of time to plan this out while Trieze was at fencing club. Samantha next to him spotted an "eared" cat-hoodie with matching mittens,
"Ooo! That's cute." Cute... it was a strange short word Milliardo had never found much of a place for before, but sure enough it was a fitting description when Samantha dashed inside and tried it on. "Come on Trieze, it'll be like playing dress-up, don't you like dressing up?" She hid her smile behind the paw mittens in a kitten like fashion.
Trieze cautiously edged inside the store that was blaring much of the same thrashing "music" that the girl's band had been trying to mimic the day before.
"I like taking pride in my appearance, it's not as if I play with Dolls."
"You have plenty of choices you know... you could go punk," Katja indicated a blue spike-Mohawk guy with tight faded black jeans, a leather studded jacket, pair of huge bulky black boots and loops of chain hanging off his waist, "Or vintage," there was a girl wearing a corset and lace style dress almost directly out of the Victorian era, "Classic," There was a guy and a girl both wearing excessively wide legged pants with more pockets and details then... well not more then his HVG, but close; both wearing 'band tees' and an assortment of jewelry, "Or 'Rainbow Bright'" another customer checking out had his hair dyed bright yellow-green, 'Charlie the Unicorn' T-Shirt and sporting every neon color that he could possibly clash.
"I'm not sure about this..."
It was too late though as Samantha pulled a bright blue pair of the wide legged pants out of the rack,
"Oh! Find something that will go with these! Katja, do they still have the neon colored fishnet shirts over there?"
"Nope sold out, but they have this still!" She held up a bottle of bright blue hair dye.
"You told them I like blue didn't you?" Trieze turned to Milliardo who was reviewing the "slogan" tees next to him.
"...and that you have a several thousand dollar daily withdrawal limit on your debit card, yes."
Trieze snatched the dye out of Katja's hand,
"Cloths, fine. Hair? No. Absolutely nothing permanent."
"Oh, good! This washes out in a month," She snatched it back, "AND that means we can get you some piercings too 'cause they'll heal up if you just leave them out, right?"
Trieze laughed nervously,
"Absolutely NOT! My FATHER would KILL me."
Katja wasn't really paying attention,
"Oh come on, everyone says that about their parents... it's not like it's ever TRUE."
"When it comes to my father, everything is true..." It took nearly an hour before they were finally ready to leave the store.
Trieze insisted on buying the two girls whatever they fancied for themselves as well, despite the 'torture' they were attempting to inflict on his ego. He let Katja have her confidence that it was an attempt to endear himself further... rather then simply the fact that it meant watching Samantha try on almost every skirt style in stock until she found the one she liked.