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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.
Isabel, Kyla, Estelle, Raisa and Andria stood in a row before Madam Anthony. They were the cavernous basement that echoed ominously with every little noise. They stood at attention, waiting for her to address them. “Girls, I cannot tell you how proud I am of you, for what you have become. Or how glad I am that it has come down to you five,” Madam Anthony smiled at them. “You have of course kept up with recent events, yes?” they nodded. “Then I need not tell you where your mission will take you. Instead, I present to you, the Gundame,” as she spoke, lights came on all around the huge basement. The girls were awed and gasped. Before them were five huge mobile suits. One for each of them. “Dame Addison,” Madam Anthony wasn’t finished. Kyla snapped back to attention. “Yes, madam?” “Take Gundame Thistle Wing.” “Yes, ma’am!” Kyla knew which was hers- she ran up to it, her heart soaring. Hers was a white suit splashed with purple- the purple of the thistle, edged in green and black. As she slipped into her seat and strapped herself in, she flicked on the switches, impressed by her artillery. “Beware the thistle, indeed!” “Dame Brownlow,” “yes, madam,” Estelle saluted. “Take Gundame Final Kiss.” Estelle gasped in joy. “Yes, ma’am!” She too, ran to her gundame. It featured red, white and blue as it’s decoration. It’s weaponry’s specialty consisted of several rows of miniature laser cannons, one on top of the other. She immediately saw their use- Fire one row at a time in sucession, giving the rest ample time to prepare for the next shot. “No worries with this!” “Dame Halcon,” “Si, madam!” Isabel said proudly. “Take Gundame Bloodied Thorn.” “Si!” Isabel practically flew to her MS. Red adorned it beautifully, somehow managing to give the impression that it was blood dripping from- A very, very, large canon capable of putting out a laser shaped, and that would work as, a drill. “Caliente!” “Dame Kobiak,” “Yes, madam,” Raisa was able to keep herself contained. “Take Gundame Whisper War.” “With pleasure!” She ran to the gundame, climbing in happily. “Hmm… excellent protection…” she was equipped with a shield such as the one that the Mercurius had used. “Dame Ntengi,” (AN: This is pronounced In-ten-gee, ok? She had a great grand uncle who was, I dunno, Zulu or something… I’ll have to look into that.) “Yes, madam,” Andria was the only one left. Her breath came quickly. “Take Gundame Jungle Orb.” “Yes, ma’am!” Andria replied, and ran to her gundame. “Wicked!” she exclaimed, finding that she had a whip-like laser capable of taking out, form the looks of it, several other MS’s at once. “You have your suits- get to know them. You have one hour to do so, then you have another two hours to pack and say your good byes. You leave at sunset.”
The courtyard was full of the girls of the school, wishing good luck, crying, saying ‘I’ll miss you’s and ‘Good luck’s and ‘Make us proud’s. The Dames replyed in turn, hugging and crying a little as they said goodbye, their things already downstairs in their Dames, which were to be carted to a safer location via an underground tunnel that evening. Andria searched the crowd again. Heero was tall- why couldn’t she find him? Finally, she noticed him sulking under a tree along the wall that already in deep shadows as the sun set. She made her way over to him, and stood there, silently. “You leave tonight, then?” “Yeah.” Silence stretched between them. “I- I probably won’t ever be back here, so you’re free to go with your friends.” “I feel guilty though,” he looked away. “Heero-“ she took his hand. Ever since they had first met and become friends, she had tried her best to help free his pent-up soul. He had never told her why he was the way that he was, but she had done her best to make him more human. Now he was cold again. She looked into his eyes. Behind the mask was sadness. “What are you really upset about?” “I feel like- like I’ve dropped one set of friends to find others- and now I’m dropping them to go back to my first ones,” he said ashamedly. “Oh, Heero,” she put a hand on his cheek, making him look at her. “You’re not. When you make friends, they’re for life. Those boys are still your friends and they probably always will be. And WE are your friends as well,” she said firmly. “The other girls would agree with me. We won’t be giving up on you that easily, Heero Yuy. We’ll meet again, I know it.” “Andria…” he didn’t quite know what to say. “Yo, we’ve got to get going!” Raisa called. They broke apart. “Whatever else happens- always friends, ok?” Andria said, walking backwards so she could always have this image in her mind. “Always.”
Heero watched the sunset from his window, able to hear the rumblings of the trucks below the Keep. He stared at the sky for a long time, even after the sun had long since disappeared. Finally, the sounds of the pulley working brought him out of his reverie. He opened the window and went to get his bag with all his things. It wasn’t much bigger than it had been three years ago. Trowa slipped inside. (AN: don’t ask me how they get from the woods to the roof and back again. I don’t know. They don’t tell me these things. If they did, I would write about them, but my precious GW boys don’t seem to want this crazy author knowing all their tricks *sigh*.). Her kept one hand firmly gripping the rope, not wanting to Duo to get anymore crazy ideas. “So?” “I’m coming,” Heero said, slinging the bag over his shoulder. “You’re sure?” “Yeah.”
Relena Darlian-Peacecraft stared mournfully out the tall windows of her office. Ever since that day when she had first seen Heero washed up on the beach, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. And ever since that day, life had stopped being simple. For a while, she had almost been able to forget about him… but the she would see something or hear someone speak, and be reminded of him. She wished Quatre hadn’t told her that they were thinking of looking for him. The phone rang. Absently, she picked up. “Hello?” “Ms Relena,” Hilde’s voice said. “I’ve just received a message requesting you to meet with a Madam Anthony?”
The Dames had taken seats in a large mini van. They exchanged excited looks as the car drove out of the tunnel and onto a highway, the Gundames following in large trucks. Only Andria stared back the way they had come. ‘Heero… I’m going
to miss 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. cliente- hot
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