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From:darthanne and me.
Here it is, as promised, the second chapter of "The Pink Panthers"
We hope you like it!
The Pink Panthers (2/?)
By Anne and Misanagi
Warnings: Shameless self-insertion, idiotic fangirl bashing.
Genre: AU, Humour, Parody
Rating: R
Pairings: 1xR, 2xH, 3x4, 5xS, 6x9
Disclaimer: We don't own the pilots, the girls do and they and Trowa will kick our arses if we claim otherwise.
Summary: Unknown to all, there is a secret organization dedicated to protect the GW fandom. When evil arises the Pink Panthers step to the plate.
Notes: This is an early Birthday gift for the Evil Overlord, Hex-sama We regret to inform that no-idiotic fangirls were hurt in the making of this fic Big thanks to Lady Shadowphyre for the quick beta.
Please send comments to the Pink Panthers HQ. Oops, we mean to Anne (anneo@paradise.net.nz) and Misanagi (misanagi_zzz@hotmail.com)
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Chapter Two
"Relena is here," Dorothy announced, "and Hilde is with her."
"Good, we really don't have time to lose," said Alexa, returning her eyes to her beloved laptop.
Bob smiled at the possessiveness Alexa showed towards her toy. It was really unfortunate that the super laptop that never froze and had unlimited Ram space couldn't be taken out of the Pink Panthers Head Quarters.
"What's the emergency?" asked Relena as she walked into the room, followed closely by Hilde. "We came as fast as we could."
"It's nasty, we are dealing with girl bashing and…" Bob hesitated for a moment, knowing that the messenger had a bad history of getting killed after delivering bad news. "And Duo NCS."
"What?" asked Hilde. "I really wish they would stop doing that to my husband. There is only one person who has the right to torment Duo and that's me."
"And you make sure to do it on daily basis," said Relena, while she took a seat on the comfortable couch.
Hilde smirked, "I need to make sure he behaves."
"And what about her, Hilde?" asked Dorothy, pointing at Alexa. "She torments Duo for her amusement on daily basis too."
Alexa glared at Dorothy and if the latter had been someone else she would have probably ran away really fast. "I only torment Duo within reason and I always give him back after I'm done. Besides I have special clearance since I'm the one spying the net to make sure he is okay."
Everyone gave Alexa a condescending look. "Yes," said Dorothy and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"Besides," continued Alexa, ignoring Dorothy's commentary, "Hilde is the one who likes to play cops and robbers with Duo."
Bob stopped pretending to ignore the conversation and turned around so she could hear the complete details. The pilots’ kinks were always a topic of interest.
"You are mistaken, Alexa. Duo is the one who likes to play and it's not cops and robbers, it's OZ officer and Gundam Pilot."
"Would that have anything to do with Duo's mood when we called?" asked Bob, the curiosity in her eyes betraying the fact that she wasn't the innocent little girl she wanted everyone to believe she was.
"Duo got a little too excited and he managed to rip my uniform jacket." Hilde sighed. "Do you know how difficult it is to fix those things?"
"So?" asked Raberta, unconsciously biting her nails.
"You are a perv, you know that, Bob?" said Hilde.
"If I admit it, will you go on?"
"Just ignore the brat," said Alexa to Hilde. "Don't let her stop you."
"I really don't know which one of you is worse," said Hilde shaking her head. "I'm not going to hear the end of this unless I finish, am I?"
Alexa and Bob nodded, wearing identical evil smiles on their faces. Everyone knew that when that smile was used, resistance was futile.
"I made him fix my uniform," confessed Hilde. "I told him that if he didn't do it he would have to find alternative means of satisfaction since I wouldn't be helping him."
"Wait a moment," interrupted Relena, barely holding her own mischievous smile from appearing. "Are you telling us that Duo Maxwell sat with a needle and thread and mended your uniform?"
"It wasn't as simple as that," replied Hilde, smiling as well. "I had my evil way with him as he sewed."
"And here I thought that my brother and his husband were the only ones with a devious secret life behind the bedroom doors."
"Welcome, Cathy," said Alexa. "We didn't hear you come in."
"Of course you didn't, you were a little busy talking about important subjects."
"Important indeed," agreed Raberta. "All this information is crucial to our network."
"We need to be on top of things if we want to do our job well," added Alexa.
"So I guess you want details from my side too?" asked Catherine, putting her bag on the floor and settling beside Relena for a comfortable girl talk.
"Not really," said Alexa, giving Bob a small wink. "We are well informed on that end."
Bob grinned and used her hair to hide the expression on her face. She may know it was useless but she still liked to play innocent, even if no one believed her and took every opportunity to remind her of that.
"I was finding all those comments about handcuffs and chocolate body paint you keep making, suspiciously accurate," said Catherine. "So, who is your contact?"
"We have visual evidence," said Bob, playing with her hair, as she looked at Dorothy.
Catherine laughed. "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. If they ever find out about it, you will need someone to type your fics for you for the rest of your life. Besides, you know how intuitive they are, especially Quatre. He was asking a lot of questions before I left."
Alexa suppressed a shudder and searched for the pink fic stick hidden in her clothes. "We have them in a safe place," she said, grabbing the stick for support.
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Them? As in more than one?"
Bob, deciding that the conversation was taking a very dangerous turn, decided to change the subject as quickly as she could. "Relena, I heard that Quatre and Trowa aren't the only ones into late night dessert."
Raberta had succeeded in changing the direction the conversation had taken but she didn't diminish the dangerous level one bit.
"I thought I told you that in confidence," said Relena, using the polite aristocratic façade that meant she was getting really angry.
"You never said I couldn't tell," replied Bob as she gave Relena her best sweet smile.
"You’d better start talking," said Hilde, smiling at Relena. "You know they are not going to stop until you do."
"Very well," conceded Relena. "Heero has this thing about feet. And there is no way I'm going to say no to a hot guy who enjoys getting on his knees to lick honey from my toes. Bob suggested to try sugar too so my feet could get exfoliated at the same time. It worked wonders."
While Relena kept her face held up high and had delivered the news as if she was talking about the way ants gathered their food, the other occupants of the room started to feel a little hot.
"And how would you know about the sugar, Bob?" asked Alexa in her best teasing tone. "Aren't you supposed to be all innocent and sweet?"
"Oh zip it, Alexa. Remember you are the one who corrupted my name."
"It's not my fault you decided to associate with me. The reputation is part of the package."
"Trouble in paradise?" asked a new voice, coming from the door.
"We really need to start paying attention to the door," said Alexa. "Who knows who may come in next?"
"Une will be here in a moment. She needed to sort out something before she could leave the office," announced Noin as she entered the room.
"What did we miss?" asked Sally, following Noin inside.
"Not much," answered Alexa. "Let's see… Duo likes to sew in his free time while Hilde plays with him. Catherine confirmed that Trowa and Quatre use the Winner fortune to keep unlimited supplies of chocolate body paint and have a stash of handcuffs hidden in the closet. And Heero enjoys bowing before the former queen of the world and worshipping her feet."
"I'm glad we didn't miss anything else," said Noin, with a sarcastic tone.
Sally laughed. "Don't tell me this doesn't put your relationship with Zechs in a new perspective?"
Noin glared at the doctor. "Like you are one to talk, Miss. 'I'm married to a guy who likes to drink tequila shots of my navel as foreplay'."
Raberta smiled, moved closer to Alexa and whispered. "This is going to be interesting."
"Very, and we didn't even had to interfere this time," Alexa whispered back.
"Lucrezia, you shouldn't talk so freely if you too have things to hide; or do these lovely ladies already know about Zechs' hair fetish?" asked Sally in a sweet voice that deceived no one.
"Hair fetish?" asked Bob. "That's so common," she said, her voice filled with disappointment.
"But he has a fetish about all the hair in his body," said Sally, with a smirk.
Noin opened her mouth to reply but she was interrupted.
"You two are at it again?" asked Une, coming through the door.
"That's it!" said Alexa throwing her hands on the air. "We are getting a bell for that door."
"But that can wait until we resolve this urgent issue you say you have.” Une returned the conversation to the matter at hand.
"Right," said Alexa, concentrating on her laptop again. "It's time to work."
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“Anything else we need to do?” asked ChibiSue, leaning back on her chair. They had just spammed all the new mailing lists they had just joined with invitations to join /their/ new list. After all what was the point of creating something brilliant if you couldn’t share it. And, they had reasoned, there would be a lot of people eternally grateful for this public service.
MaryKoi bit down on her lower lip, chewing on it as she thought carefully. “We’ve made a mailing list, advertised it, and spammed. Hmm, what about creating an archive? Somewhere where people can come to read about their favourite pilots and laugh at those misguided bitches who think they actually have a chance of catching them.”
“Ooh, that’s so kewl,” ChibiSue knew that there had been a reason why she had made friends with MaryKoi - apart from the fact that her friend knew everything there was about writing lemon of course. Who needed to do research when you had a friend like MaryKoi?
“We could link to all the cool anti character shrines out there,” MaryKoi pondered.
ChibiSue agreed. After all it was common knowledge that the only characters worth writing about were the pilots. She shook her head, wondering not for the first time, why these other mailing lists needed such things as rules. They were probably run by old ladies old enough to be her mother. She shuddered at the thought of someone the same age as her mother reading about yaoi and getting off on it; no one over the age of twenty-five was to be trusted, it was basic common sense.
“I don’t believe this,” MaryKoi thumped her can of coke down on the computer desk. “That bitch Alexa has replied on six of the mailing lists we posted to.”
“What did she say,” asked ChibiSue, peering over her friend’s shoulder.
“She’s accused us of joining the lists just to spam them. Apparently,” MaryKoi repeated the words in a sarcastic tone, “it’s rude, and against list rules.” She made a mock gagging sound. “What is it with her and rules anyway? Oh, and get this, she’s waving that pink stick again.”
“Maybe that stick is the source of her power?” ChibiSue said. “I wonder…” Her mind wandered was temporarily distracted by thoughts of her precious Hee-chan and Duo having sex in their Gundams. She snorted, remembering some stupid fic she had read about them going on missions and having battles with their mecha. The fic had even had Quatre fighting bad guys and winning. It was ridiculous. He was so angelic and innocent; and Trowa would never allow his little one to do such a thing!
“We need to find out where she keeps it and steal it for ourselves,” MaryKoi decided. She logged into yahoo groups and looked up Alexa’s email signature on the bottom of one of her posts. “How many lists does she own anyway? She’s trying to take over the fandom, that’s for sure and it’s our duty to stop her!”
“She might not be working alone,” ChibiSue pointed out. It was one thing forming a mailing list, and an organisation to protect the Gundam pilots from those girl characters, but this was different. This could be dangerous.
“Right,” MaryKoi snorted. “Like there is anyone who could possibly agree with her and want to work with her. She’s a dictator and it’s our job to stop her.” She posed dramatically. “We owe the fandom - and the pilots - this. Everyone will thank us for it later. We will be famous and talked about at yaoi conventions for years to come, as those who saved them from this terrible threat.”
“So how are we going to stop her, and steal the pink stick?” ChibiSue wanted to know.
“She has a live journal,” MaryKoi informed her smugly. Bringing up the web page, she whooped triumphantly. “There…see…”
“What,” asked ChibiSue, frowning. “I don’t see anything.”
“Save me from idiots,” MaryKoi muttered under her breath. “See,” she pointed at the screen, “there’s a hidden link here.”
ChibiSue stared at it, not wanting to admit that she couldn’t see anything. MaryKoi was so much cleverer than she was and knew everything there was to know about Gundam Wing and hot bishie sex. Being those few months older and fifteen made all the difference. “Where,” she asked finally, in a low voice.
“It’s hidden, silly.” MaryKoi rolled here eyes as though that explained everything. She rose to her feet, and started walking out of the room. “Well, aren’t you coming?”
“Coming?” ChibiSue stared at her. “But I thought only Gundam pilots came…” She blushed. “Oh…that sort of coming. Umm, where are we going?”
“We’re going to get ourselves a thing of power,” MaryKoi replied. “And then there will be no stopping us!”
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"So what do you think?" asked Alexa as soon as she finished her briefing.
"I don't like this at all. They've even created their own mailing list and who knows what's next," said Hilde.
"And those things they write are disturbing," added Relena. "I really don't mind all the 1x2 going around, Hilde and I have to agree that it would be a pretty exciting picture but what they are doing to Heero and Duo has no name!"
"Yes it has," said Sally, barely hiding a laugh. "According to the information I’ve found, it is called 'Aishiteru my Koi' and it's about Hee-chan saving his koi from a perverted man who has kept him in a dungeon for some years, beating and raping him."
Everyone in the room cringed but Sally had more to say. "It shouldn't be that bad; it says here that it is PG 13."
"This is a critical situation indeed," said Une. "We need to contain it soon so we can stop it from spreading. This kind of bashing has a high factor of contamination."
"We need to locate this MaryKoi and ChibiSue as soon as possible," said Noin. "They are dangerous."
"I'm going to be dangerous once I find them," commented Hilde as she cracked her knuckles. "I need to set a few things straight."
"Things, bones," said Dorothy, waiving a dismissive hand in the air.
"You do have to leave some for the rest of us," commented Relena. "That fishy girl should learn that you can’t go around calling a dangerous ex-terrorist -chan and get away with it."
"Especially if said terrorist is married to Relena Peacecraft," said Dorothy with a sarcastic tone on her voice.
"Dorothy, you do know that the Peacecraft line is a peaceful family. We do not support acts of violence of any kind." A small smiled appeared on Relena's face. "But after all, I'm a Yuy now and open to different approaches."
"Anyway," interrupted Alexa, "as much as I like to hear your revenge plots we need to find these girls first. Then we can discuss all the methods we can use to correct their evil ways."
Bob chuckled. "Polite as always. Alexa, you have the unusual ability to plot devious plans and make them look as innocent as a grocery list."
"It's a gift," said Alexa, smiling.
Raberta rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"As I was saying," continued Alexa as she glared at Bob and tried to get the conversation back onto topic. "I was thinking that Dorothy could use the leftovers of the Zero system to try to find the girls."
"I can't. I can't pick those kinds of brain waves. The Zero system was created to enhance brain activity and to find the girls I would need to lower it. They are out of my range."
"So we need to organize a search party," said Catherine.
"We can start in the places they frequent and I can hack into that new awful mailing list they created," Noin suggested.
"Great," said Alexa, "you do that and…"
The rest of her words were lost when the room started to glow pink and an alarm rang loudly.
"What does that mean?" asked Catherine, gesturing to the pink light bulbs that illuminated the room.
Raberta and Alexa shared a look. "Someone is trying to break into the safe box," said Bob.
"The videos...." Relena's voice trailed off.
"And other...things," Alexa confirmed.
The girls glanced at each other, each reaching for their hidden weapons and ready to take on this new, yet obviously underestimated enemy.
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End of Chapter Two
TBC
hexadecimal00From:
darthanne and me. Here it is, as promised, the second chapter of "The Pink Panthers"
We hope you like it!
The Pink Panthers (2/?)
By Anne and Misanagi
Warnings: Shameless self-insertion, idiotic fangirl bashing.
Genre: AU, Humour, Parody
Rating: R
Pairings: 1xR, 2xH, 3x4, 5xS, 6x9
Disclaimer: We don't own the pilots, the girls do and they and Trowa will kick our arses if we claim otherwise.
Summary: Unknown to all, there is a secret organization dedicated to protect the GW fandom. When evil arises the Pink Panthers step to the plate.
Notes: This is an early Birthday gift for the Evil Overlord, Hex-sama We regret to inform that no-idiotic fangirls were hurt in the making of this fic Big thanks to Lady Shadowphyre for the quick beta.
Please send comments to the Pink Panthers HQ. Oops, we mean to Anne (anneo@paradise.net.nz) and Misanagi (misanagi_zzz@hotmail.com)
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Chapter Two
"Relena is here," Dorothy announced, "and Hilde is with her."
"Good, we really don't have time to lose," said Alexa, returning her eyes to her beloved laptop.
Bob smiled at the possessiveness Alexa showed towards her toy. It was really unfortunate that the super laptop that never froze and had unlimited Ram space couldn't be taken out of the Pink Panthers Head Quarters.
"What's the emergency?" asked Relena as she walked into the room, followed closely by Hilde. "We came as fast as we could."
"It's nasty, we are dealing with girl bashing and…" Bob hesitated for a moment, knowing that the messenger had a bad history of getting killed after delivering bad news. "And Duo NCS."
"What?" asked Hilde. "I really wish they would stop doing that to my husband. There is only one person who has the right to torment Duo and that's me."
"And you make sure to do it on daily basis," said Relena, while she took a seat on the comfortable couch.
Hilde smirked, "I need to make sure he behaves."
"And what about her, Hilde?" asked Dorothy, pointing at Alexa. "She torments Duo for her amusement on daily basis too."
Alexa glared at Dorothy and if the latter had been someone else she would have probably ran away really fast. "I only torment Duo within reason and I always give him back after I'm done. Besides I have special clearance since I'm the one spying the net to make sure he is okay."
Everyone gave Alexa a condescending look. "Yes," said Dorothy and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"Besides," continued Alexa, ignoring Dorothy's commentary, "Hilde is the one who likes to play cops and robbers with Duo."
Bob stopped pretending to ignore the conversation and turned around so she could hear the complete details. The pilots’ kinks were always a topic of interest.
"You are mistaken, Alexa. Duo is the one who likes to play and it's not cops and robbers, it's OZ officer and Gundam Pilot."
"Would that have anything to do with Duo's mood when we called?" asked Bob, the curiosity in her eyes betraying the fact that she wasn't the innocent little girl she wanted everyone to believe she was.
"Duo got a little too excited and he managed to rip my uniform jacket." Hilde sighed. "Do you know how difficult it is to fix those things?"
"So?" asked Raberta, unconsciously biting her nails.
"You are a perv, you know that, Bob?" said Hilde.
"If I admit it, will you go on?"
"Just ignore the brat," said Alexa to Hilde. "Don't let her stop you."
"I really don't know which one of you is worse," said Hilde shaking her head. "I'm not going to hear the end of this unless I finish, am I?"
Alexa and Bob nodded, wearing identical evil smiles on their faces. Everyone knew that when that smile was used, resistance was futile.
"I made him fix my uniform," confessed Hilde. "I told him that if he didn't do it he would have to find alternative means of satisfaction since I wouldn't be helping him."
"Wait a moment," interrupted Relena, barely holding her own mischievous smile from appearing. "Are you telling us that Duo Maxwell sat with a needle and thread and mended your uniform?"
"It wasn't as simple as that," replied Hilde, smiling as well. "I had my evil way with him as he sewed."
"And here I thought that my brother and his husband were the only ones with a devious secret life behind the bedroom doors."
"Welcome, Cathy," said Alexa. "We didn't hear you come in."
"Of course you didn't, you were a little busy talking about important subjects."
"Important indeed," agreed Raberta. "All this information is crucial to our network."
"We need to be on top of things if we want to do our job well," added Alexa.
"So I guess you want details from my side too?" asked Catherine, putting her bag on the floor and settling beside Relena for a comfortable girl talk.
"Not really," said Alexa, giving Bob a small wink. "We are well informed on that end."
Bob grinned and used her hair to hide the expression on her face. She may know it was useless but she still liked to play innocent, even if no one believed her and took every opportunity to remind her of that.
"I was finding all those comments about handcuffs and chocolate body paint you keep making, suspiciously accurate," said Catherine. "So, who is your contact?"
"We have visual evidence," said Bob, playing with her hair, as she looked at Dorothy.
Catherine laughed. "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes. If they ever find out about it, you will need someone to type your fics for you for the rest of your life. Besides, you know how intuitive they are, especially Quatre. He was asking a lot of questions before I left."
Alexa suppressed a shudder and searched for the pink fic stick hidden in her clothes. "We have them in a safe place," she said, grabbing the stick for support.
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Them? As in more than one?"
Bob, deciding that the conversation was taking a very dangerous turn, decided to change the subject as quickly as she could. "Relena, I heard that Quatre and Trowa aren't the only ones into late night dessert."
Raberta had succeeded in changing the direction the conversation had taken but she didn't diminish the dangerous level one bit.
"I thought I told you that in confidence," said Relena, using the polite aristocratic façade that meant she was getting really angry.
"You never said I couldn't tell," replied Bob as she gave Relena her best sweet smile.
"You’d better start talking," said Hilde, smiling at Relena. "You know they are not going to stop until you do."
"Very well," conceded Relena. "Heero has this thing about feet. And there is no way I'm going to say no to a hot guy who enjoys getting on his knees to lick honey from my toes. Bob suggested to try sugar too so my feet could get exfoliated at the same time. It worked wonders."
While Relena kept her face held up high and had delivered the news as if she was talking about the way ants gathered their food, the other occupants of the room started to feel a little hot.
"And how would you know about the sugar, Bob?" asked Alexa in her best teasing tone. "Aren't you supposed to be all innocent and sweet?"
"Oh zip it, Alexa. Remember you are the one who corrupted my name."
"It's not my fault you decided to associate with me. The reputation is part of the package."
"Trouble in paradise?" asked a new voice, coming from the door.
"We really need to start paying attention to the door," said Alexa. "Who knows who may come in next?"
"Une will be here in a moment. She needed to sort out something before she could leave the office," announced Noin as she entered the room.
"What did we miss?" asked Sally, following Noin inside.
"Not much," answered Alexa. "Let's see… Duo likes to sew in his free time while Hilde plays with him. Catherine confirmed that Trowa and Quatre use the Winner fortune to keep unlimited supplies of chocolate body paint and have a stash of handcuffs hidden in the closet. And Heero enjoys bowing before the former queen of the world and worshipping her feet."
"I'm glad we didn't miss anything else," said Noin, with a sarcastic tone.
Sally laughed. "Don't tell me this doesn't put your relationship with Zechs in a new perspective?"
Noin glared at the doctor. "Like you are one to talk, Miss. 'I'm married to a guy who likes to drink tequila shots of my navel as foreplay'."
Raberta smiled, moved closer to Alexa and whispered. "This is going to be interesting."
"Very, and we didn't even had to interfere this time," Alexa whispered back.
"Lucrezia, you shouldn't talk so freely if you too have things to hide; or do these lovely ladies already know about Zechs' hair fetish?" asked Sally in a sweet voice that deceived no one.
"Hair fetish?" asked Bob. "That's so common," she said, her voice filled with disappointment.
"But he has a fetish about all the hair in his body," said Sally, with a smirk.
Noin opened her mouth to reply but she was interrupted.
"You two are at it again?" asked Une, coming through the door.
"That's it!" said Alexa throwing her hands on the air. "We are getting a bell for that door."
"But that can wait until we resolve this urgent issue you say you have.” Une returned the conversation to the matter at hand.
"Right," said Alexa, concentrating on her laptop again. "It's time to work."
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“Anything else we need to do?” asked ChibiSue, leaning back on her chair. They had just spammed all the new mailing lists they had just joined with invitations to join /their/ new list. After all what was the point of creating something brilliant if you couldn’t share it. And, they had reasoned, there would be a lot of people eternally grateful for this public service.
MaryKoi bit down on her lower lip, chewing on it as she thought carefully. “We’ve made a mailing list, advertised it, and spammed. Hmm, what about creating an archive? Somewhere where people can come to read about their favourite pilots and laugh at those misguided bitches who think they actually have a chance of catching them.”
“Ooh, that’s so kewl,” ChibiSue knew that there had been a reason why she had made friends with MaryKoi - apart from the fact that her friend knew everything there was about writing lemon of course. Who needed to do research when you had a friend like MaryKoi?
“We could link to all the cool anti character shrines out there,” MaryKoi pondered.
ChibiSue agreed. After all it was common knowledge that the only characters worth writing about were the pilots. She shook her head, wondering not for the first time, why these other mailing lists needed such things as rules. They were probably run by old ladies old enough to be her mother. She shuddered at the thought of someone the same age as her mother reading about yaoi and getting off on it; no one over the age of twenty-five was to be trusted, it was basic common sense.
“I don’t believe this,” MaryKoi thumped her can of coke down on the computer desk. “That bitch Alexa has replied on six of the mailing lists we posted to.”
“What did she say,” asked ChibiSue, peering over her friend’s shoulder.
“She’s accused us of joining the lists just to spam them. Apparently,” MaryKoi repeated the words in a sarcastic tone, “it’s rude, and against list rules.” She made a mock gagging sound. “What is it with her and rules anyway? Oh, and get this, she’s waving that pink stick again.”
“Maybe that stick is the source of her power?” ChibiSue said. “I wonder…” Her mind wandered was temporarily distracted by thoughts of her precious Hee-chan and Duo having sex in their Gundams. She snorted, remembering some stupid fic she had read about them going on missions and having battles with their mecha. The fic had even had Quatre fighting bad guys and winning. It was ridiculous. He was so angelic and innocent; and Trowa would never allow his little one to do such a thing!
“We need to find out where she keeps it and steal it for ourselves,” MaryKoi decided. She logged into yahoo groups and looked up Alexa’s email signature on the bottom of one of her posts. “How many lists does she own anyway? She’s trying to take over the fandom, that’s for sure and it’s our duty to stop her!”
“She might not be working alone,” ChibiSue pointed out. It was one thing forming a mailing list, and an organisation to protect the Gundam pilots from those girl characters, but this was different. This could be dangerous.
“Right,” MaryKoi snorted. “Like there is anyone who could possibly agree with her and want to work with her. She’s a dictator and it’s our job to stop her.” She posed dramatically. “We owe the fandom - and the pilots - this. Everyone will thank us for it later. We will be famous and talked about at yaoi conventions for years to come, as those who saved them from this terrible threat.”
“So how are we going to stop her, and steal the pink stick?” ChibiSue wanted to know.
“She has a live journal,” MaryKoi informed her smugly. Bringing up the web page, she whooped triumphantly. “There…see…”
“What,” asked ChibiSue, frowning. “I don’t see anything.”
“Save me from idiots,” MaryKoi muttered under her breath. “See,” she pointed at the screen, “there’s a hidden link here.”
ChibiSue stared at it, not wanting to admit that she couldn’t see anything. MaryKoi was so much cleverer than she was and knew everything there was to know about Gundam Wing and hot bishie sex. Being those few months older and fifteen made all the difference. “Where,” she asked finally, in a low voice.
“It’s hidden, silly.” MaryKoi rolled here eyes as though that explained everything. She rose to her feet, and started walking out of the room. “Well, aren’t you coming?”
“Coming?” ChibiSue stared at her. “But I thought only Gundam pilots came…” She blushed. “Oh…that sort of coming. Umm, where are we going?”
“We’re going to get ourselves a thing of power,” MaryKoi replied. “And then there will be no stopping us!”
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"So what do you think?" asked Alexa as soon as she finished her briefing.
"I don't like this at all. They've even created their own mailing list and who knows what's next," said Hilde.
"And those things they write are disturbing," added Relena. "I really don't mind all the 1x2 going around, Hilde and I have to agree that it would be a pretty exciting picture but what they are doing to Heero and Duo has no name!"
"Yes it has," said Sally, barely hiding a laugh. "According to the information I’ve found, it is called 'Aishiteru my Koi' and it's about Hee-chan saving his koi from a perverted man who has kept him in a dungeon for some years, beating and raping him."
Everyone in the room cringed but Sally had more to say. "It shouldn't be that bad; it says here that it is PG 13."
"This is a critical situation indeed," said Une. "We need to contain it soon so we can stop it from spreading. This kind of bashing has a high factor of contamination."
"We need to locate this MaryKoi and ChibiSue as soon as possible," said Noin. "They are dangerous."
"I'm going to be dangerous once I find them," commented Hilde as she cracked her knuckles. "I need to set a few things straight."
"Things, bones," said Dorothy, waiving a dismissive hand in the air.
"You do have to leave some for the rest of us," commented Relena. "That fishy girl should learn that you can’t go around calling a dangerous ex-terrorist -chan and get away with it."
"Especially if said terrorist is married to Relena Peacecraft," said Dorothy with a sarcastic tone on her voice.
"Dorothy, you do know that the Peacecraft line is a peaceful family. We do not support acts of violence of any kind." A small smiled appeared on Relena's face. "But after all, I'm a Yuy now and open to different approaches."
"Anyway," interrupted Alexa, "as much as I like to hear your revenge plots we need to find these girls first. Then we can discuss all the methods we can use to correct their evil ways."
Bob chuckled. "Polite as always. Alexa, you have the unusual ability to plot devious plans and make them look as innocent as a grocery list."
"It's a gift," said Alexa, smiling.
Raberta rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"As I was saying," continued Alexa as she glared at Bob and tried to get the conversation back onto topic. "I was thinking that Dorothy could use the leftovers of the Zero system to try to find the girls."
"I can't. I can't pick those kinds of brain waves. The Zero system was created to enhance brain activity and to find the girls I would need to lower it. They are out of my range."
"So we need to organize a search party," said Catherine.
"We can start in the places they frequent and I can hack into that new awful mailing list they created," Noin suggested.
"Great," said Alexa, "you do that and…"
The rest of her words were lost when the room started to glow pink and an alarm rang loudly.
"What does that mean?" asked Catherine, gesturing to the pink light bulbs that illuminated the room.
Raberta and Alexa shared a look. "Someone is trying to break into the safe box," said Bob.
"The videos...." Relena's voice trailed off.
"And other...things," Alexa confirmed.
The girls glanced at each other, each reaching for their hidden weapons and ready to take on this new, yet obviously underestimated enemy.
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End of Chapter Two
TBC
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Date: 2004-03-08 11:30 pm (UTC)Nice one!
Tequila
Date: 2004-03-09 07:52 am (UTC)I love it. More! More! More! And if you need a freaky 20-something to add into the mix, let me know! 8)
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Date: 2004-03-09 03:45 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked the chapter *hugs*
Re: Tequila
Date: 2004-03-09 03:51 pm (UTC)If you want all the details, the game goes like this; The salt is put around the navel, the tequila goes inside (it only works with a specific kind of navel) and the lemon twist is held in the mouth. Quite interesting for meeting new people. *winks*
I love it. More! More! More! And if you need a freaky 20-something to add into the mix, let me know! 8)
Thanks! I'm glad you like it and if we need help with some *cough* special assignments, we'll be sure to let you know.
Re: Tequila
Date: 2004-03-10 04:03 am (UTC)