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Gundam Wing: La Femmes A Fanfic by Lady Lye (c)2001 Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters. Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it. Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found at the bottom of the chapter. This will include all previous phrases.
Gundame: Gundame- (pronunciation varies between gun-dum-eh and gun-dam-ay, but never gun-dame.) The mobile suits used by the five new girls. They are made of gundanium alloy but are coated with a newly developed substance making their shell even tougher than the gundams. Their pilots are known as the Dames.
Raisa sipped from her teacup quietly, closing her eyes and allowing the warm liquid to spread over her tongue, enjoying the flavor. Her long blond hair was tied back in a messy pony tail (AN: think Tenchi Muyo’s Nihoshi, but with brains.) but her blue eyes were sad. The tall Dame Pilot delicately put her cup down and stared out the window at the vast forests. “Penny for your thoughts,” another girl with honey-blonde hair took the chair beside her, opening her bag to take out a sketchbag and pencil. “I was just thinking,” Raisa said, avoiding the topic. “What are you drawing today, Estelle?” Green eyes frowned at the sketch already on the page, and Estelle moved to erase some of yesterday’s work. “the mountains,” she said distractedly. “Again? Why would you want to draw those horrible mountains so much?” Raisa shuddered. Estelle raised her eyes from the drawing. “I thought you grew up in the mountains.” “I grew up in Siberia, not here,” Raisa contemplated the cliffs in the distance. “So? What did these mountains ever do to you?” “They- remind me.” “That’s odd then,” Estelle erased again. “It should be Kyla who gets bad memories from them.” “Kyla does get bad memories some times- she just- suppresses them,” Raisa said, reaching for her tea again. “Tea?” she offered. “Yes, please. Our Kyla has to I suppose,” Estelle sighed. “I don’t know how she does manages to look at them everyday. I doubt I’d be able to if I had gone through what she did.” “Sugar?” “Good God, no! What is it with Americans putting all these vile things into perfectly good tea? Just milk thanks,” Estelle said in disgust. “Sorry, I forgot,” Raisa smiled. “You should smile more, Raisa, it takes less muscles than it does to frown,” Estelle took a deep breath, savoring the smell of a good cup of tea. “My mother used to make tea like this.” The door banged open and both Europeans looked up, startled. A girl with copper hair and green eyes full of barely contained anger sat gracelessly in an empty chair at their table. “Tea. No sugar, no cream, just milk and lots of it.” She demanded. “Are you sure you should be having caffeine?” Estelle said mildly. She received a glare in response. Raisa hastily poured her a cup. “So what’s up?” “Goddamn intruders… *mumble* stupid Isabel… *grumble* calling me a frikkin muchacha del idiota or some crap like that…” “Ah,” both girls nodded. Andria took a fulfilling swallow of her tea. “So,” she said pleasantly, having released her rage. “How was your morning?”
Heero was sitting rigidly on his bed when Isabel came to get him for questioning. “Come on, mi buen pequeño amigo que mira,” was all she said. He followed the Spanish girl to another room, this one an office. A woman sat behind a desk, working. “The intruder, Madam Anthony,” Isabel saluted. “Thank you, Isabel, that’s enough. You may go now,” the Madam nodded to Isabel. “Ma’am,” she left. Madam Anthony studied Heero, just as he studied her. She was only a little passed middle-aged, with her still mostly black hair modestly tied back from her face in a complicated rope that looped up to the base of the ponytail. Her eyes were brown, but her skin was well-tanned, indicating that she spent much time outdoors. Having completed, her observations, she settled back in her chair. “Isabel called you materia calliente. Do you know what that means?” “No.” “It means ‘hot stuff’ in Spanish. I’m inclined to agree with her. She also said you were very quiet.” Silence while he waited for her to continue. Madam Anthony noted that she had gotten virtually no response from the translation. “Again, her judgment is confirmed very well. May I ask your name?” “You may.” One eyebrow delicately arched. “Come, you must realize that we can go no further without even something as simple as your name. And the sooner we conclude this examination, the sooner you will either be let go or…” she let it trail off. “Heero Yuy.” Madam Anthony let the surprise show clearly on her face. “The Heero Yuy? The Gundam Pilot?” “Hn.” “I’m surprised, Mr. Yuy. What are you doing wandering around in the woods of North America?” Again, silence. “Are you on a mission?”. Still more silence. “I assume not, or you wouldn’t have stayed with us long enough for you and I to be here now.” Silence. “I assume you’re curious about our organization then.” “Why are there so many young girls here learning to fight?” Heero asked, not bothering with fancy language or small talk. He had watched those girls for nearly an hour. Again and again they had repeated their routines, each one refusing to stop- pushing herself harder and harder still. It was a little disturbing to see that determination in four year olds. “It is our purpose,” she said simply. “The world is changing- you of all people should know that.” Abruptly, she changed tac. “Mr. Yuy, did you know that cro-magnons and other primitive societies had female dominant societies?” she was catching on now that he would remain silent and wait for her to continue when she stopped. (AN: Hah. You thought I was going to bore you with another “Silence” again, didn’t you? Have more faith in me!) “The women were the leaders, the priestesses, they were even worshipped at times. It is hard to say when men became dominant, shaping our present society. Look at the leaders of all the most destructive organizations in history. The Nazi’s had Hitler. Think of the Earth Sphere Alliance, Oz and the Romefeller Foundation if you want something closer to home. All run by men. All highly destructive and all leading to nothing but grief.” “So you think that women should once again be in control.” Madam Anthony was startled that he had spoken. (this boy just keep ‘em guessin’…). “No, I don’t believe that would work either. However I do believe that it can only be a woman to pull things as they stand now back together and establish the world- and outer space- on a course towards future peace and with it, prosperity. One woman in particular. I believe you know her very well.” “Relena,” Heero whispered, a little startled. “Exactly. The girls we train here, are to be her soldiers and bodyguards whether she herself likes it or not.” “Who are you?” Heero asked, curious despite himself. “I was an integral part of the Sanc Kingdom when it stood. I knew Ms. Peacecraft when she was a child. I’ve seen what she’s done these last tumultuous years.” “Hn,” was the only response. A small smile graced Madam Anthony’s lips. “Yes, I know that you’ve been very close to Ms. Peacecraft indeed.” Instant Death Glare. “If you like, you can stay with us. It would be wonderful for someone with your experience and training to join us even for a short while.” “Hn.” “Shall I take that and it’s accompanying glare as a ‘yes’? Good, then. Isabel! Show Mr. Yuy to a nicer room. He’s going to stay with us for a while.”
In the hall, Isabel walked beside Heero instead of in front or behind him. There was respect in her eyes now. As she showed him to his new room, she looked at him, reaccessing him. “Maybe you’re more than just materia caliente afterall.” “Maybe I’m too hot for you to handle,” Heero said, shutting the door behind him and leaving the startled Spanish girl alone in the hallway.
WARNING: I used the translator on www.dictionary.com <http://www.dictionary.com>
for these. I don’t expect them all to be good. I do hope they get the point
across. If anyone knows of a better site to use or can give me some really
excellent phrases for Isabel to say, let me know.
Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!! But thank you for reading anyway :) -Lady Lye
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