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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.
Ahhh… Stage direction time. I like to picture my stories as actually
occurring on a TV screen, but with narrative provided by moi. Some things
just cannot be described any other way… I promise there's some legit story
writing at the end. Comedy at that. And so…
Shot of Sunrise over the Keep. (BTW: It’s called Amian Keep. Don’t ask.)
*All around the world statues crumble for me
Heero, back in his traditional green & black shorts & tee, leaves his room, heading for the Dining Hall. He is nearly run over by a group of laughing, happy girls. He is shocked and stares after them. *everywhere I go people stop and they see
Outside in the woods. They start on a “run”. Again, Heero is shocked when the girls are happily together talking and laughing. *I just wanna fly
In the courtyard, going over routines. Heero notices several girls looking at him and giggling. He is a leetle bit uncomfortable. *I just wanna fly
Then he notices the copper haired girl who found him in the woods looking at him appreciatively. He looks away, cheeks just a leetle pink. *dance a little stranger, show me where you've been
They line up to practice the old ‘break the boars, not the teacher’ routine. Andria (our copper haired friend) does so viciously. Heero watches on. *there's no time to think about the starting or the end
Obvious passage of time. I don’t know how. Maybe it’s snowing, or close to it. Again, routines. *I just wanna fly
This time, Isabel gives him the thumbs-up over Andria’s head, indicating she gives him her approval. Heero is surprised & then stares resolutely ahead. *I just wanna fly
Even more time warps- each time is a different point in time, evidenced by the characters actually aging, and dif times of year/day. Heero is improving greatly side by side with the girls as he grows MUCH taller. *I just want to fly
During this nice long instrumental pause, we see multiple scenes of each of our five new heroines practicing side-by-side with Heero, in particular, Andria, who continues to give him THOSE LOOKS. Also, like at the Keep, including meals at which we see Heero making his first friends- an as-yet-unnamed girl (the aforementioned Kyla) and Isabel. *all around the world, statues crumble for me
SHOCK! Heero is TALKING to these girls! (all eight or so in their age bracket) And he’s- SMILING! *everyone I know has been so good to me
Heero helps a little girl to stand and corrects the motion that made her fall. Andria looks on. *I just wanna fly
Yes, Heero is becoming a different person. He is regaining a human soul. Andria finally approaches him. *I just wanna fly
Ahhh… a beautiful scene… sunset again, but not quite dark enough that we can’t make out two forms kissing under a tree in the courtyard… *I just want to fly
“Shh!” “Will you be quiet and stop shush-ing me Wufei?” Big group, “SHHH!!” “Okay okay…” quieter. “It’s secure, Trowa.” “Good, I’m going down.” “Hey, why can’t I go?” “Because you aren’t an acrobat, Maxwell. You’re actually a clumsly fool.” “Oh. Hey!” “Shhh- guys!” “Man. I can’t beleive it took us three years to find him again. I mean, you’d think we could’ve at least gotten a room number,” Duo leaned over the edge of the roof, watching Trowa peer carefully into each window, make a note on a pad of paper, tug the signal line, and then be lowered a few more feet by Quatre and Wufei, who were manning the pulley thingy. (AN: did you know ‘thingy’ is a word? It is! My Spell Checker approves!) “Be thankful we found him at all, Maxwell,” Wufei muttered, voice a little strained from holding the winder thingy (AN: *grin*) in place. “It was still rude for him to just wander off like that,” Duo maintained, briefly looking up at the moon. “How much longer we got till they start waking up?” “three hours,” Quatre said through gritted teeth. The strain was much harder on him than on Wufei. “He’s taking too long,” Duo muttered, peering over again. There was an urgent tug on the signal line. Quatre and Wufei pulled Trowa up as quickly as they could. Trowa put down the pad and pencil, getting ready to help them move the pulley thingy (AN: I love that…). “I saw him in one of the windows off to the side. Third floor. If we hurry, he won’t leave.” “Good. Be careful, Trowa,” Quatre and Wufei nodded, letting Trowa down again. “I wonder what got into him?” Duo muttered. (AN: I don’t need to mention who ‘he’ is, do I? Good. You all get it. Let’s continue.) Trowa tugged on the line as soon as they reached the right place. He knocked on the half-shaded window. Knocked again. “Not now, Andri-“ Heero pulled back the curtain. “-a?” Trowa motioned for him to open the window. “Help me in.” Heero did so and Trowa sent the line back up. “What are you doing here?” “You’ve been missing for three years, Heero. Quatre finally found records tracing to this place. Where have you been? Why did you just disappear like that?” Outside: “I hope they weren’t caught,” Quatre muttered, rubbing his arms for warmth. “We’ll hear gunshots shortly if they were,” Wufei said sensibly. Stupid boys… they turned their back on Duo and the pulley thing. (AN: No, not thingy. Didn’t sound right. Ok, I’ll stop.) The sudden squeak of the gears made them both turn. “Hey, funness, right guys?” Duo grinned, the line firmly fastened around his ankles. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these. Gee-ronimo!” he jumped backwards over the edge. “DUO!” Both young men (note: young men, no longer boys.) ran to stop the pulley before Duo cracked his skull on the cobbles below. Inside: “onimo…” Heero and Trowa looked up. “What was that?” Outside, ground level: “-So I said to her-“ Isabel and a brown haired, blue eyed (AN: I changed it from brown. Shut up.) girl walked around the perimeter of the building (conveniently). “onimo…!” “Huh?” Both girls looked up to see something big, brown, and black come hurtling towards them. Duo’s face, upside down (he’s hanging by his ankles, remember), stopped inches in front of the brown haired girl. They stared at each other, stunned. “Why, hello, ladies,” he grinned. A sudden yank to the rope sent him flying back towards the heavens- “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Heero glared at Duo, holding the rope neatly in place. “Hey, old buddy old pal! Nice to see that you’re living! We’d kinda wondered about that seeing as how you just disappeared on us and all- ANYTIME NOW, QUATRE! WUFEI!” he had the sickening impression of the two of them grinning wickedly down at him before he was forced to stare into Heero’s hard, cold eyes again. “Repeat: What the hell do you think you are doing?” “Uhhhh…” “Hey, Heero!” action above stopped. Heero and Trowa leaned out the window, Dup twisting awkwardly to see who was calling to them from the ground. “That one’s materia caliente, too!” Isabel called. Heero smiled grimly. “You wouldn’t want this one, Isa. He’s un moron de mierda.” He called back down. “What the hell did you two just say?” Duo asked, puzzled. “That you’re a fucking moron, which you are,” Heero said, pulling him in. Back on ground level, Isabel was chuckling her head off. “That’s our boy, huh, Kyla? Kyla? Hey, you ok, honey?” Kyla (AN: you remember her; brown hair, blue eyes, Scottish, etc.), was staring up at the only lit window in the building, start-struck. Back inside: Duo sat unceremoniously on the floor, rubbing his ankles and pouting. “That was mean, Heero, embarassing me in front of those lovely ladies- Hey did you know you could see down their shirts this way? Trowa remind me to borrow that thing from Quatre-“ They stared at him in dusgust. “Do you think of nothing else?” “Nope,” he grinned up at them. They sighed and shook their heads sadly. “I just hope that didn’t wake anyone up,” Heero said, turning to Trowa, the ever-sensible one. “They seemed pretty friendly- you’re allowed friends here?” Trowa asked. “I’m not a prisoner. I chose to stay here of my own accord. Yes, those were some of my friends.” Heero said awkwardly. “Soooo…” Duo was the first to break the ensuing silence. “You don’t want to come back with us, do you?”
Here are the terms you may need... 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. fresco como vienen- fresh as they come
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