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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. Be still my trembling heart! I LOVE this chapters! ^___^ Hindsight is 20/20...
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.
Somewhere in the Outback: A sleazy little bar full of cut-throat types and some real rough&tumble Aussies, as well as the local yokels, who didn t look like someone you wanted to mess with, either. Foster s cans flowed freely (AN: Am I going for stereotypes or what? Sorry, it s been a while since I saw Crocodile Dundee). In the corner, Duo spoke with a woman in very very tight clothing. You can t be serious, Eleanor! he exclaimed. I m sorry, Duo, I just don t think it s working out, she said, tilting her empty, platinum dyed head. Why not?! Well I really do like you, Duo, she said, twisting her fingers together. But? he prompted. But I don t know if I LOVE you. Duo s voice was hoarse when he spoke again. That hurts, El. I m sorry, Duo. You re still really cute though. Maybe we can still get together sometime, huh? she kissed him lightly on the cheek and left. Duo followed her with his eyes as he saw her sit on some burly guy s lap. Dejected, he went back to the table where his friends were sitting, quite calmly, on the covered deck area. He sat and let his head fall forward and hit the table, making the glasses rattle. He didn t bother to pick it back up. The Australian slut finally dump you for somewhere with a bigger beer can? Wufei said. I don t get it, Duo put his head on his arms so he could see and talk. I thought she really liked me. Then you are a fool, Maxwell, Wufei stated simply. Thanks a lot Wufei. You always know just how to mend a broken heart. You know- those Foster s cans aren t THAT much bigger. Give it up, Duo. She wasn t good for you anyway, Trowa said, never looking away from his newspaper. Heero sat quietly with his own glass (AN: they re about 19 here. So yes, they re allowed to drink, much to Heero s obvious delight here ). Broken hearts Was that what he had right now? Over Andria? Are you ok, Heero? Quatre asked, putting down his own piece of the newspaper. Yeah, I m fine. You ve changed, man, Duo said, looking at him oddly. Time was, you would a answered with one of those Hn grunting noise things. What did they do to you there? They gave me the ability to feel real pain, Heero thought to himself, not answering Duo. I think it s time to head home, Quatre said, folding up the newspaper. The group agreed and they headed back to the residence.
Relena, Hilde, and the Dames arrived at the Winner residence and were welcomed by the staff. Ms. Darlian was always welcome in Quatre s home. He was out with his friends right now, but would hopefully be returning soon if she cared to wait. Relena dropped her things in the room given her and then went to pace in Quatre s office. A very worried Hilde accompanied her, trying to get her lady to stop growling. The Dames were left to amuse themselves. They spent several minutes staring at everything in the house. It was so HUGE. And so LAVISH. Kyla, who was just getting over a very small cold she had caught in Europe, went to lie down somewhere. She couldn t find anyone to help her find a place to do so, so she just stumbled in the general direction she had seen Relena go. She finally found a hallway that seemed to be lined with bedrooms and she chose one decorated in calming, dark colors with large windows that looked onto the garden. She completely didn t notice the little wooden plaque hanging on the door featuring a chibi-style, braided little figure giving her the peace-sign.
The GW boys returned to the residence, Heero going straight to his teeny-weeny closet-sized office that Quatre had allowed him to use. It made him feel a little more normal to be working in a small, bare area on his laptop. (AN: remember, this is Heero s messed-up idea of normal, poor guy.) The other four decided to head for their rooms. My poor, poor, heart, Duo moaned pitiably. Will I ever find it possible to love another? You are WEAK, Duo, Wufei said irritably as they walked through the residence. You are a Gundam Pilot. You do not need women in your life. Ah, but my friend, then where am I to take solace in this cruel, cruel world we live? A maid tried to approach Quatre, but he waved her away. Not today, Vivian, I want to relax today. Yes, master Quatre, she curtsied. but- it can wait. Duo and Wufei continued to bicker all the way to their rooms. Trowa simply pulled out the newspaper again. Quatre tried desperately to get them to stop. They came to Duo s room, a little plaque of a caricature of himself proclaiming it thusly. -Well so there, Wufei! Duo stuck his tongue out, not looking too much different from the plaque. He opened the door and froze. Duo? Duo are you ok? Lying on his bed, was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was like some sort of serene Greek goddess. Duo? Sorry, guys, I have a date with destiny! he proclaimed, shutting the door quickly. Once inside, he turned to the woman on the bed. She really was beautiful. And she was on HIS bed. He decided to casually pick up a magazine and sit on the other side of the double bed pretending to read so he d be there when she woke up. The noises woke her. She stirred. Kyla s eyes opened briefly as she rolled over. She barely registered the figure dressed in black, hastily opening a magazine as she closed them again. Wait a minute. Her eyes flashed open. Instantly, she was in a defensive pose. Why, hello there, gorgeous, Duo said smoothly. One good kick launched him off the bed and into a chair. Kyla stayed in her ready position. Who are you and what are you doing in the Winner residence? Hey, was that really necessary, Duo said, straightening himself out and rubbing his sore parts. I m not trying to hurt you- and besides, you re in MY room. Kyla froze. Uh oh I m really terribly, terribly, sorry. I didn t mean anything- Hey, hey, it s ok, Duo went back to Casanova mode. Why don t you just relax? She raised an eyebrow at him. Yeah. Sure. I ll just be going now- Hey! I don t even know your name! And what are YOU doing here? he grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere. Kyla studied his face. I know you. You look familiar too, Duo frowned, trying to remember. Hang on, she pushed him backwards so he landed on the bed. Woah! Now this is more like it! Shut up, she climbed around behind him so she could look at him upside down. It IS you! Hey- you re that girl! Duo exclaimed. So you re Duplo Duomo umm Kyla tried to remember the name. Duo. Maxwell. I don t believe we ve ever been formally introduced. Duo, then, she said, shaking his hand. She liked the name. It was different. I m Kyla Addison. Well it s nice to meet you Kyla. Likewise.
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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