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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. A shorter chapter (partially to make up for chp 3, but hey... it's all good, right?
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.
Heero couldn’t look at his friends. His old friends. He had new friends as well now- did that mean these guys couldn’t be his friends anymore? All of this socializing stuff was still relatively new to him. A knock came at the door. “Heero? Heero are you ok?” a female voice whispered urgently. “I’ll get back to you guys,” Heero said. They understood, going to the window to return to the rook. “Tomorrow an hour after sunset.” Trowa nodded, already taking the line. “We’ll be here.” Heero took his time getting to the door. “I’m alright, Andria,” he said, opening it on his copper haired girlfriend. Outside: Duo’s jaw dropped. He froze. Trowa literally yanked him onto the line and Wufei and Quatre did their best to haul the two of them up. “Are you mentally challeneged or something, Duo?” Trowa reprimanded. Duo swallowed. “I think there may be problems here.” Inside: Andria pulled away from their hug. “What’s wrong? Isabel said someone was climbing inside your room. A real nut case too- she called him something in Spanish.” “It was nothing, Andria, it’s alright,” he moved away to sit on his bed. “Heero-“ she was worried now. “What happened? What’s wrong? I haven’t seen you like this since you first came.” She knelt before him, putting a hand under his chin to look into his eyes. A mask had fallen over his face, letting nothing in or out. “Please tell me. Don’t shut me out.” “It’s nothing, Andria. I’ll tell you tomo-“ “No,” she said firmly. “You’ll tell me now, Heero Yuy. This obviously isn’t ‘nothing’. Come on, out with it.” Heero sighed. She was a only little demanding… (AN: sarcasm there…) “Those were my friends…” he began. A few minutes later, Andria was staring at him, not knowing what to say. “Do they want you to go with them?” “I think so. I told them I’d talk to them again tomorrow.” “Will you go?” her voice was smaller, quieter. He made the mistake of looking into her face. Her eyes were full of badly held back tears. “I don’t know.”
A few hours later at breakfast, Andria sat at their table silently. Only Kyra spared her a concerned glance. Isabel was the one to command attention. “And then he came flying down like a bat out of hell-“ she said, making big, flamboyant motions to show the other girls exactly how it had happened. “Came no more than six inches away from our Kyla’s face, here. Si, Kyla?” “Si,” Kyla nodded. She frowned at Andria, who was only picking at her food. She was about to say something-. “So what happened?” Estelle asked. “He was yanked back up by our Heero- leaving our Kyla staring at him as if he were a god or something,” Isabel said smartly. Kyla turned abruptly, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “I did not,” she protested. “Si, you did!” Isabel insisted. “Mouth open like a big frog- I saw it!” “Was he cute then, Kyla?” Raisa asked. Kyla was bright pink now. “Well- I- I couldn’t really see. It was three a.m. afterall,” she turned all her attention to buttering a roll. “I think Kyla’s got a crush,” Estelle smiled. “I do not!” Kyla blushed even more. Her friends gave her knowing looks. Heero took a seat at the table. “What’s happening?” “Kyla has a crush on that cosa caliente that went flying into your room last night,” Isabel said. “I do not!” “Duo?” Heero blinked disbelievingly. Andria abruptly got up and left the table. She hadn’t spoken a single word. “What’s with her?” Estelle spoke for the group, all of whom were stunned. Heero shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. “I’m sure we’ll find out later.” “Anyway about this- what did you call him, Heero?” “Duo. Duo Maxwell. He’s a moron.” “Kyla always did fall for the dumb ones-“ Raisa got a napkin thrown at her for her trouble. “Shut UP!” Kyla put her hands to her glowing red face. She didn’t seem to be totally able to deny the idea however and was standing their teasing well. “Come on, I barely glanced at him-“ “Yo, where’s Gloria?” Isabel asked. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen her today,” Estelle said. A girl a few years younger than they came up to them. “You haven’t heard? Gloria left late last night. She said she couldn’t take it anymore and wanted out.” Stunned silence. Heero was reminded of his predicament and felt slightly ill. The other girls exchanged glances. And then there were five…
In her suite, Madam Anthony, robed after just having had a shower, went to the large window in her bedroom, rubbing a towel through her wet hair. She watched a train moving away through the woods and up into the mountains. “So. Five Gundame and five Dames. I think it’s finally beginning.” She pressed the button for the intercom in the wall. “Charlize? I want to see our graduating class this afternoon. Yes, after lunch. Yes, make sure they all attend.”
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. cosa caliente- hot thing
Oh yes, and I read the post of chp 3... can u say spelling errors? I knew posting these immeditely would lead to problems. *sigh* oh well. We can only try. Love it? Hate it? Give me frikkin feedback!! But thank you for reading anyway :) -Lady Lye
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