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Incomplete: Okay, I appreciate ur bluntness but to be honest, I felt Cath, Bunny, and Janet deserved someone special, since Shirley will be with Chibodee. Romanticize, u say? Well, I felt my take on the characters was fine, and if u have a problem with that, then tell me and I'll take ur concerns into consideration for possible future fics. No offense, if u think u won't like the rest of my story than y continue readin' it?

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Author's Note: Ok, for those of u who believe my characters are OOC, go back to the prologue and look at the summary. This story is AU, or Alternate Universe, so the character's personalities will be slightly different but not to a great expense. Also, there will be a couple chapters in which the characters will be introduced and u can get to know them before the main story takes off. Enjoy! I also thank all of u who took the time to look at my fic. (I love the hits counter!)

Disclaimer: My certificate of ownership is late… my eagle lost it in the mail… according to my trainer of eagles… "sob…"

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Chapter 1: A Prank Gone Wrong…

Gulskii residence, St. Petersburg, planet Earth, Milky Way Galaxy- December 15, FC 62, 4:00 PM

"Chibodee Crocket!" came the voice of one angry twenty-one year old Shirley Lane as she came storming up the stairs of the house in which the Neo-Russian government had given Argo Gulskii and his fiancée Nastasha begrudgingly for their wedding and consequent marriage.

"What's up, babe?" asked the twenty-two year old Neo-American Gundam fighter, as he leaned casually against the entrance to the room he was sharing- not willingly mind you- with George De Sand, the Neo-French Gundam fighter, for the duration of their stay in Neo-Russia.

Chibodee hasn't changed much in the two years since the last Gundam fight, still as cocky as ever to those who know him, but to his crew- Shirley, Bunny, Cath, and Janet- he's changed a lot. For one, he had grown about an inch- highly irregular since he said he was done growing- putting him at six feet four inches tall, coming closer to matching Argo's height.

His green eyes still shine with mischief, but he has become more serious since the encounter with the Dark Gundam. To those who know him well, this is a huge change, and it took quite a while to become used to the concept of not having a continuously cocky fighter around.

His hair's now a few inches longer, so Chibodee has taken the liberty of lengthening his pink streak, so it went further back into his dark navy hair, which now reached to just above his neck. Chibodee, like he has it right now, will sometimes wear his hair in a short ponytail; just to make sure it doesn't get into his eyes. He is usually seen in dark blue jeans, a red muscle tank with a blue stripe running from shoulder to shoulder, his light blue duster, white fingerless gloves, and black sneakers.

Shirley, on the other hand, hasn't changed much at all; if not for the fact that she is completely oblivious to Chibodee's crush on her. This doesn't mean that she doesn't like him in return; she just doesn't notice how Chibodee tries to get her alone with him the majority of the time, as she has taken up learning how to be a mechanic from Rain and her assistant Ayako.

She has grown out her red hair to her waist, and now has it in a long braid, and her green eyes are usually friendly and inviting. Now, however, they are blazing in fury. She is usually seen in knee-length light blue jean shorts, a hunter green tank shirt, a light blue jean jacket, white sneakers, and no gloves.

"Chibodee, how dare you do this to Nastasha! You do know she will murder you, right?" screamed Shirley as she got right into Chibodee's face, her finger pushing him in the chest.

Chibodee merely smiled, and replied, "Did what, my dear Shirley? Or have you forgotten that I was with you all day with Gundam Maxter, adjusting the speed for my mock battle with George tomorrow?"

"Of course I didn't forget, you bozo!" replied Shirley angrily as she glared into the gundam fighter's dark green eyes, which watched as his mechanic's eyes narrowed into thin slits a moment later. "However, I do recall you not being present with me for about an hour when I told you I needed you to leave for a bit so I could adjust the gearing without interruption… so, where were you?" Shirley's anger turned to smugness when she saw Chibodee's smile falter, and he noticeably gulped.

"Uh… I did absolutely nothing, Shirl, honest," he replied a bit nervously; a bit too nervously to Shirley.

"You do know you are the worst liar in the whole world, right?" she answered sweetly, her eyes beginning to sparkle with revenge and mischief. "In fact, the reason I know you did do something to Nastasha is because you were jealous that you were being ignored, and not the center of attention."

"That is so not true and you know it!" protested Chibodee as he folded his arms against his chest and turned away from his crewmember, hoping to hear her apologizing for accusing him. After a few minutes of hearing nothing, however, he slowly turned back around and all color drained from his face as he found himself staring not into the green eyes of Shirley but the dark violet eyes of one twenty-five year old Neo-Russian military officer.

Nastasha Zabigov has changed a great deal in two years, with her becoming fast friends with the female members of the group. Although still quiet most of the time, she talks more, and is still a high-ranking officer in the Neo-Russian military. She helps her fiancé out on his missions, and helps him with his reports and such.

Nastasha wears her dark green hair in one long ponytail or braid, and her dark violet eyes sparkle when they look at Argo. They also fire up in anger when a prank is pulled on her- which is done mostly by Chibodee- and she always gets her revenge.

"Mr. Crocket," began Nastasha slowly and steadily, "I believe you have gone and pulled a 'prank' on me, as you call it." She took out her whip from behind her back and slapped it against her hand.

"No, no! You've got it all wrong, Nastasha," protested Chibodee as he put his hands out in front of him for protection and slowly backed away.

"Oh, I think not," replied Nastasha as she slowly advanced on the now scared Neo-American gundam fighter. "I did not appreciate the prank you pulled; after all, I don't believe that whipped cream with a cherry on top is a suitable outfit for my wedding; considering it happened to fall on me when I was in my wedding dress!"

Nastasha screamed this last part and threw the whip with a force that equaled one of Chibodee's best punches. It hit Chibodee across the face, leaving a dark red mark from the top of his left ear to the end of his right ear. Chibodee gingerly touched the spot, wincing at the pain he felt, and then blanched even more when he saw her leap in the air and throw him a karate kick.

"Oomph…" Chibodee grunted as he fell to the ground in pain, clutching his stomach. Nastasha landed, straightened her dark green jacket, violet shirt, dark green jeans, and black-framed glasses (her usual outfit), and then strode across the floor to where the fallen fighter lay. She bent down, picked up her whip, and began to walk away to try to clean her wedding dress as best she could for her wedding to Argo the next day.

Then, on second thought, she walked back to the fallen Neo-American fighter and kicked him in the ribs, smirking in satisfaction when she heard him grunt once more in pain. She then walked away, and unbeknownst to Chibodee Shirley had seen the whole thing; in fact, she had gotten it all on videocassette and couldn't wait to show it to the other fighters.