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I SO had to do this...
Operation: Double “B” A musically related songfic by Lady Lye
“Cos I’m a pilot, you know what I mean,
A guy in the back watched the performance, curious despite himself. Hm. These guys were good. He appraised the girls’ reactions. They seemed very eager. That was always a good sign. “I’m too sexy for my- too sexy for my- too sexy for my-“ Hm. He watched the crowd erupt into a frenzy as a fourth guy came to the front. Now he had what it took. That was obvious to anyone. The others had done extremely well also, but this guy had managed to push the crowd to that extra level. As the song approached its end, he stood. Somehow he had to talk to these guys. Find out if they were interested. When the five boys leapt up onto the catwalk, the guy was amazed. And pleased. They were athletic as well- that was excellent. He was one of the first people outside, making it out in time to watch them drive away. He noted the license plate before going back in. He went to the bar. “You know who they were?” he asked the bartender. “Nah, new guys. Seen the one with the braid hanging around outside a couple of times though. They’re great for business, I hope they come back,” the bartender said, working hard to fill all the new orders placed for drinks. “So no clue?” “Not a one, sorry, Cliff.” “That’s alright. Call me if they show up again.” “Will do.”
Next weekend…
Somehow, the G-Boys found themselves back in the same place they had been last weekend. You guessed it- the Karoke Bar. Looks like they may be frequenting this place, so lets give it a name. Hard Heart KB. “I hate you, Maxwell,” Wufei said angrily. This time he hid under a large detective-style 40’s jacket. “Thanks for the jackets by the way, Quatre,” Trowa said. They all had them and were being forced to wear them. “You’re welcome,” Quatre had resolved not to drink this time. It seemed he had a rather addictive personality. It was bad enough Duo had only promised to MAYBE not make Quatre go up if he bought the jackets and pretended they were a gift. Thank goodness it was raining tonight, so it wasn’t too suspicious. “Mine’s too… 1940’s…” Heero complained, frowning down at it as though it were from some other planet. “Aw, come on,” Duo said, messing with the collar of his to see what looked best. “I hear girls really like this look.” “You have such a one-track mind…” “You’re pathetic…” “I will find a way to repay you for last week… Your death come to mind.” “This is injustice, Maxwell!” “Hey,” The bartender called to them. “You the same guys that were here last week?” “NO!” Four fifths of the table shouted. “Yes!” Duo said cheerfully. “Hey, you guys are great for business. Things have picked up a lot lately.” “Great… now we’re helping to promote this asinine activity…” Heero muttered. “Look! The mic’s free!” Duo bounded onstage. (AN: I’m running out of ways to describe Duo… I wonder if I can make up words like ‘Duo-nine…’) “Oh, no…” Quatre moaned. “Please don’t pull us up there… please don’t pull us up there…” “Hey! It’s one of the Too Sexy guys!” Someone female in the audience called out. “Yes it is!” Duo proclaimed proudly. The other pilots slid down in their seats a little, pulling up those handy collars on their jackets. “I thought there were more of you,” someone else said. “There are- but they’re a little shy,” Duo grinned in the direction of the table. Most of it was sending out death glares. “C’mon, let’s get them up here!” the room started to applaud. “Omea o korosu…” Heero muttered as the pilots stood uncomfortably. “We’ll help,” the other three seconded. Duo grinned at them as they came on stage. They immediately regretted not knocking back something really strong before getting up here. “Ladies and gentleman, the Gundam People! pilot, there's no need to feel down.
The other pilots stared at him in absolute horror. “Duo! Omea o korosu!” Heero hissed. “Maxwell you moron!” Wufei hit him over the head just as Duo was about to start the Y-M-C-A part. “What?” Duo complained, rubbing his head. “Do you know what that organization had an underground reputation for?” Trowa said relatively calmly. “No…” “A place for gay men to gather and do what they couldn’t in public!” Heero was glaring at him. Poor little Quatre, who also hadn’t known, looked slightly scandalized. “And we’re not gay. So pick another song, Maxwell,” Wufei gave him a shove at the guys running things. Duo had changed colors to a very nice red and quickly did so. AN: I am not trying to bash the possibility that they might be gay. If they are, I’m ok with that… mostly… I won’t get Duo or Heero if they are! *sniffle* However, I do believe that it is completely possible to go through the sort of trauma they did without wanting to f*** each other at the end. So shoo, this is my story and I can write it however I want to. I do absolutely read fics where they’re gay, and love the well-written ones, but I don’t like writing my own stories like that. It’s a JOKE. I thought it would be FUNNY. I APOLOGIZE to anyone easily offended. Let’s continue. Duo was just a teensy bit less eager when he came back up to the mic this time. “They say we have to get down and wait our turn again.” “Aw, DARN,” was the collective response. They hurried off the stage and into the darkest corner of the place that they could find. Upon sitting down, a thought hit Heero. “Wait, why are we staying?” “Because this isn’t real life, it’s a story, and we’re being controlled by a force greater than ourselves known as an author,” Trowa said calmly, not bothered by this at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heero: LADY!!!! Lady (the author): OW! Not so loud Heero… Heero: WHY are you making us do this? Lady: Because people really liked the first one, Mr. I’m-too-sexy-for-my-stalker. I’m gonna make it a series. Now go sit down and be glad I let you back here at all. Heero: I’ll get you for this. Lady: Wufei’s been trying to get me for a while now, too. It hasn’t happened yet. Good luck to you. Not. NOW GO SING! (boots him out) “Heero? Heero?” Quatre was giving him an odd look. “Huh? Oh, I just spaced out a little…” he said, then muttered darkly about stupid fanfiction authors and how he would kill them first chance he got. An invisible hand smacked him upside the hand and he stopped. “So what ARE we going to sing?” Trowa said bravely. “Um, I don’t know…” Duo was slumped in his seat. “That was the only song I could think of.” “Oh, gee, we better go then,” Quatre stood quickly. “Not so fast, Q-man,” Duo had just had a sudden brainwave. (rare, I know…) “This is gonna be SO good!” “Uh oh…” they all looked at him fearfully. Duo cackled, not about to let this chance go by. “The God of Death will rule again!” “Not if I can kill you first,” Heero muttered. He wondered again why he wasn’t proceeding to do just that. Another invisible hand tapped him on the shoulder and he looked around frantically for the source. “You ok, Heero?” Quatre asked again. “Yeh, fine…” They all looked up as the crowd started to chanting ‘Too sexy! Too sexy! Too sexy!’ Quatre blushed. Trowa hid behind his bangs. “So that’s why you wear those…” Duo wondered aloud. Trowa managed to glare at him from behind them. Heero and Wufei GLARED at Duo. “Well we can’t exactly ignore a command performance, now can we?” Duo
said, grinning at them. The grudgingly followed him onstage. “Thank you,
thank you!! Note! New format!! Other than that,” Duo looked around at the
others before cueing in music.
Heero:
Beerbust like you did last week
Duo:
Trowa:
A little bit of Kyla all night long
Gundam No.5
Wufei:
Wufei:
Trowa:
Duo:
Quatre: (insistently)
Wufei:
Trowa:
Heero: (my little starlet… HEEHEE… He does that reaching out to the
frantic crowd thing… they manage to go even wilder than they were…)
Wufei:
Trowa:
The crowd went wild, yet again. They blushed and bowed. The crowd appeared to be screaming intelligible things this time… Baby Snow Angel: g-boys singing in hot outfits!! Jennie-Chan a.k.a. ~J.C.~: OMG!!! *sighs then passes out from combination of drooling and laughter…..* Lily: This is YUMMIE!!!!! Tressa: *drool* Oh my gosh. That was the best! Silver: *giggle, giggle* Who knew that He-chan could work up a crowd like that sexy gundam pilots The_amateur: that was disgusting Ly the werewolf: Ah! *drool* Sexy GW boys…. Lady Maxwell: I think that Duo is the SEXIEST!!!! Whoo HOO!! Christian: loved it Lizzy: Tee-Hee...Duo is too sexy for his braid, and his Gundam...**Smiles** There all so cute!! The boys STARE at the crowd, only a TEENSIE bit freaked out. “That did NOT just happen,” Heero said. “Yeah! I AM sexy!!” Duo cried happily. “Aren’t those comments for our last song…?” Quatre asked timidly, if perceptively. “Uh, guys?” Trowa backed up a step. “The platforms shaking again!!” Lady Lye popped up out of nowhere. “Get your asses over here. NOW. You, you, and ESPECIALLY you,” she points at Wufei, Duo and Heero. “I’m gonna kick your asses when we get home.” “What’d I do?” Duo cried. “YOU got all ‘happy’ thinking about Kyla inappropriately,” Lady glared at him. “Now come on, there’s someone you have to meet.” She snapped her fingers and they found themselves outside on the sidewalk. They looked up to see a guy approaching them. “So you’re the guys who’ve put this bar on the map after only one song?”
Lady: rotten pilots… I’ll get them for that… *sees readers* Oh, hi! Yeah, um, I decided to include some comments since I LOVE getting these reviews! (*drool*!!) If your review wasn’t used, I’m VERY sorry! I only included ones that I could easily clip to fit as crowd-comments, if you know what I mean. It’s not that I don’t love you and appreciate your reviews!! Actually, I ask you all to include any special comments you might want used! Song requests are also MORE than welcome!!! Copyright crap... Um, I don't care. They also called Lou Bega a one-hit wonder of VH1 so, uh, let's not care and say we do, eh? Love it? Hate it? Is it crap? SPEAK TO ME, CRETIN!!! -Lady ^.~ (blows kisses)
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