It is now- Halftime. Heh. Heh.

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Notes and Warnings and Disclaimers: Up until this point, I haven’t really mentioned that I don’t any of the songs. But, that is important, because I don’t. Okay. Right. Good. Don’t own GW either, not that it matters because I’m STILL using them in my fics. (Evil smile) They continue to cross-dress, and it only gets better- depending on how you look at it.

Trowa: Wait a minute. Don’t we have a say in this?

Quatre: Yeah!

Other three: (nod enthusiastically)

Lena: No. Don’t make me use the Scepter on you.

G-boys: (cringe)

And now, on to the…er…story…

"No. We aren’t doing this again. It isn’t right." There was a pause. "Are you crazy? Exhibit some common sense! We don’t have to anymore than I have to be nice to Relena! This is just stupid."

Closing in on the scene, one could find that the five Gundam boys were crowded near the phone. Quatre had his arms crossed firmly over his chest, and the other four looked rather annoyed with him- even Trowa.

"Heero, just say the magic words and let’s go, all right? Your turn is already over, you know." The wing pilot fumed silently, unable to think of a response (and you thought he was quiet because he thought the lost deep thoughts? nahhhhhh!) and Duo patted him on the shoulder gently. Wufei huffed to himself, and spoke up, sounding suspicious.

"Is there any particular reason why you want us to go?" The blond blushed fiercely, and Wufei nodded decisively. "It’s Trowa’s turn, isn’t it? He’s going to have to sing." Quatre blushed more, and then a loud thump alerted them all of someone’s meeting with the floor. The four remaining boys turned to see that a slightly twitching Trowa lay on the floor, face deathly pale.

"I wonder what’s wrong with him?" Duo wondered, prodding the unconscious boy with his foot.

When the banged boy finally regained consciousness, several hours later, Duo repeated his question- after Heero and Wufei had pinned him to the wall so that he couldn’t run away a third time.

"Dammit, Trowa, why don’t you want to sing? Heero and I did!" The clown’s lip trembled, and then he burst into tears, wailing like a child. Between sobs, they managed to catch an explanation:

"I-I…I…I can’t SING." Stunned by this revelation, Heero and Wufei released the boy, and he ran off into his room, slamming the door shut. The three of them stood, awed, in the hallway, listening as the sobs continued, the wailing grew periodically louder and softer, and Quatre both attempted and failed to console his lover.

"Trowa…you can sing…just give it your best sho-" *Thump* and the blond was out. Heero, smiling evilly, murmured those fatal words.

"Ninmu Ryoukai."

Trowa stepped from his room, pillow clutched in one hand, stuffed dragon in the other, and followed Duo and Heero out to the car. He was pale, he was shaking, but he was going to do his best- and Wufei was going to be the one to drag Quatre to the car.

The Chinese boy didn’t seem to care very much- he stared for a moment at the stuffed dragon before retrieving Quatre.

Bonus*

In the car

Wufei: Trowa?

Trowa: …

Wufei: Where…where’d you get… (Motions to stuffed dragon)

Trowa: … (looks down at stuffed dragon, then questioningly at Wufei) You mean…Patrucchio?

Wufei: (nods)

Trowa: … Well…

Duo: (from the front passenger seat) …and then Relena went off on how much she knows about you, and did you know that she thinks that you’re hot for her? And that your favorite color is pink?

Heero: (stiffly) What’s wrong with pink?

Everyone else except Quatre: (freeze in varying degrees of shock)

Duo: Anou…your favorite color…is pink?

Heero: Is there something wrong with that?

Duo: No, no! Anyway, she also thinks that you like koala bears better than panda bears…

Heero: Hn. The dumb shit.

Duo: Exactly what I wanted to tell her! And she also said that…

Trowa: …Why are you asking me about Patrucchio?

Wufei: (procures cute purple dragon hand-puppet) Well…I…

Trowa: (eyes widen) That looks…just like…

Wufei: You have one too?

Trowa: (nods furiously) Her name is Katrina!

Wufei: This one’s Ariel. But…I…collect stuffed dragons…

Trowa: Me too!

Wufei: Wow! Cool!

Quatre: (stirs a bit)

Duo: …and then she started talking about Treize, and that was really boring, but she kept accidentally mentioning Dorothy, so I think they’re having an affair, besides, I’m pretty sure that Treize is having one with Zechs anyway, so I thought it was funny…

Heero: With Dorothy?

Duo: Yeah, I know, it’s not the first thing that comes to mind, but does it matter? Okay, so then she was telling me about this vacation she took in Florida, and I was like, do I care? But then she got into detail about some of the coral there, and I…

Trowa: I got Patrucchio in this little store in upper Mendocino. He didn’t cost much at all…it’s right next to the candy shop up there…

Wufei: Ooooh, really? I have to go there next time I’m in the area!

End Bonus*

Once they had reached the appointed stage, the group removed themselves from the car and entered the building, Wufei supporting the still-barley conscious Quatre. They all shook hands with their director, Tenchi, and smiled pleasantly at his staff before going into the dressing rooms to prepare.

All save Wufei closed their eyes and swore to themselves that they would not look at themselves in a mirror, until the normally irate Chinese boy remarked on their outfits.

"Oh, wow, these skirts are so cute! I love it…"

Four unholy screams echoed through the continent, and were followed quickly by four thuds as the other boys passed out, leaving Wufei to tend his suddenly blood-spurting nose after noticing what was under the other’s skirts.

"You’d think they could wear cuter panties than that," He muttered, daubing furiously at his nose.

When the others regained consciousness, the rehearsals began.

Rehearsal One:

Trowa: I can’t even talk that high! Are you crazy?

Washu: Look, we can’t lower the key for you. We promised the recording company…

Trowa: (screeching) You’re recording me? I can’t sing worth shit! (Breaks down crying) I can’t do this…my mascara’s smearing…

Ayeka: (running up with paper towels) Ohhhh, and Sasami worked for hours on your make-up!

Trowa: (looks guilty)

Duo: (mutters)

Ayeka: What was that?

Duo: I…uh…nothing…(blushes)

Rehearsal Four:

Trowa: Though he's far away… (Voice cracks) Oh, shit.

Ryoko: Here! (Thrusts glass of water at him)

Trowa: (drinks water)

Quatre: (grumbling) His skirt is cuter than mine…

Trowa: (smiles) (pats him on the shoulder)

Quatre: (still looks upset)

Trowa: (runs his hands down the blonde’s back to the hem of the skirt and under)

Quatre: (jumps) (smiles)

Kione: (blushes, looks away)

Rehearsal Twenty-Seven:

Tenchi: All right, everyone! We’re ready for the performance tonight! Now, go rest up!

Duo: Hey, Heero?

Heero: (gives him suspicious look)

Duo: (wriggles eyebrows)

Heero: Hn. (smiles slightly)

Trowa: (looks at Quatre)

Quatre: (looks at Trowa)

Wufei: (looks lonely)

Quatre: (turns to include Wufei in his look)

Trowa: (follows suit)

Tenchi: Dammit, I said rest!

G-boys: (chuckle evilly) After we’ve gone to bed.

Authoress: hmmm…

*2 Day Break*

The night had come. Catherine and Dorothy had, once again, arranged the whole thing, this time in honor of the many requests of shy admirers. The two had advertised the event for weeks, and now were running the ticket booth, grinning like maniacs. It was entirely possible that they were enjoying themselves too much.

Inside the theater, it was packed. There were loud murmurings running through the entire crowd. Noin and Zechs were acting as ushers, leading what seemed like millions of people to their seats…or maybe there were millions of people. The two really couldn’t tell. Backstage, the recording crew had begun setting up.

Trowa was suffering the thirtieth nervous breakdown that day.

"I can’t! I can’t! It’s impossible!" Quatre gently squeezed his companion’s hand. I would never have guessed he could get all weepy like this…

"You’ll do fine, Trowa. You’ve got this thing down!" The other boy paused in his nervous wails to give a potent glare.

"I’m going to make a fool of myself." The blond boy refused with all his might to be affected, and instead returned with a withering glare of his own.

"So what? Heero and Duo already have, and it’s my turn next!" Trowa was silent a moment, and then reached behind him, bringing out a bound copy of the scripts for all five parts of the GW Takes On series, flipping to Quatre’s section and reading over the costume design section.

After contemplating the scripts for several minutes, the green-eyed boy looked up in confusion.

"You’ll wear that?" Quatre glanced down at the script. His eyes widened, but he firmed his resolve and looked back up.

"Yes," The blond gritted. A tiny smirk was curling the clown’s mouth, now.

"And you’ll do that?" Quatre clenched his fists, and forced himself to spit the word out.

"Yes." Trowa nodded, placing the script back where it had been.

"All right. I can so do this. I’m going to do this." He stood up, walked out of the room, and began laughing as he walked down the corridor. Quatre closed his eyes and sighed, grinding his teeth.

Damn you, fic writer.

Authoress: Why, thank you, Quatre! To have Your curse is to have more of You than Dorothy!

Quatre: Grrrrrrrrr…

Authoress: (placates him with sexy pics of Trowa)

Catherine and Dorothy threw up the Sold Out sign and dashed out of the ticket booth and into the theater, rushing for their prime seats next to Noin and Zechs. Slowly, the murmuring stopped and everyone waited patiently for the curtains to open.

Slowly, they did. And the lights came up to reveal…

Quatre, Heero, Duo and Wufei in very suggestive poses, wearing fishnet stockings, stiletto heels, micro-skirts of leather, leather-looking bra-like things, and the most gothic make-up it was possible to wear. There was immediate screaming- even though the boys had done nothing yet.

Then the introduction music started up, and the trio began power-walking forward to reveal what they had so cleverly (thank you, Tenchi, stage designer! Hehe…) been hiding…Trowa was laying- er, sprawling on a satin covered bed.

The four boys stopped where they were and waited a beat. Trowa sat up in bed, pretending to stretch, and then paused mid-stretch as Heero twirled and faced him, then took a menacing step towards him. The hot pink micro-skirt and bra-like shirt made the heavy, dark gothic make-up that much more believable, and Hee-kun’s hair was styled in blue-tipped spikes, so that he looked like as bad-ass a biker as there ever was.

And the crowd screamed.

Trowa threw up his hands as though rejecting Heero, and began to sing…the raunchy crowd fell silent.

"Someday, my prince will come…" Heero’s head tilted to one side, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Someday, I’ll find my love…"

Duo whirled around on his stilettos, causing his slightly longer blue micro-skirt to flare a bit. The audience would have cheered, but they were too entranced. Duo’s hair was in many twisted cornbraids, though not dyed at all, and his make-up more resembled a KISS member than a gothic follower…

Trowa turned his head away, lying back down and draping his gloved hand over the side of the bed, seeming extremely disappointed. The crowd had not yet truly seen what he was wearing…the angle of the stage was working against them.

"And how…" He arched his hips in the bed, causing many audience members to drool. "Thrilling…" He arched again, then fell still. "That moment will be…"

Now Quatre whirled, his pretty blond hair making the outfit all the more odd. His face was so dark in contrast to his hair that it looked like he was a picture negative, even with his neon orange skirt and matching vest. Trowa turned his head to look, seeming to savor the other boy’s appearance.

"When the prince," Trowa licked his lips, and several audience members passed out. "Of my dreams comes…" He licked his lips again, even more suggestively than before. "To me…"

Quatre took a step forward, more menacingly than anyone had ever thought possible, and Trowa threw up his hand again. The blond put his hands on his hips, frowning.

"He’ll whisper I love you…" Wufei whirled, and began marching forward, despite the green-eyed boy’s dramatic seeming-refusals. Trowa clambered backwards out of the bed, away from Wufei, and everyone could finally see what he was wearing.

A black leather micro-skirt, fishnets, a thin, almost transparent, light green, sequined shirt, a black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and black gloves with the fingers cut off. His make-up was so heavy his face looked white, and his lips were painted as red as the satin sheets of the bed he’d been lying on.

Wufei was still advancing on him, and pulled him down for a kiss. Trowa struggled away from the Chinese boy, who was perhaps the most convincing Goth of the group. His black hair hung around his face, tinged a bit with neon green, and his make-up wasn’t nearly as heavy because he had the dark hair, pale skin contrast that Goths go for already. His mini-skirt, an eye-grabbing red, was the shortest of the group’s, but he didn’t seem to care. He reached towards Trowa, who threw up his hands again.

"And steal a kiss or two…" Wufei advanced again, and Trowa, seemingly by accident, fell onto the bed. Wufei managed a stage kiss.

The other three boys stepped over to where Wufei and Trowa seemed to be making out, suspicious smiles on their faces.

"Though he’s far away…" Trowa broke away from the Chinese boy and beckoned with a long, artistic finger to the other three. "I’ll find my love someday…"
The three remaining boys joined Trowa and Wufei on the bed, accepting stage kisses from both of the other occupants. Trowa rolled off, landing on his knees, and slowly stood, running a hand up his side until it was over his head. Then, he opened it to reveal a light green handkerchief hanging from his thumb and forefinger.

"Someday when my dreams…" He dropped the kerchief, closing his eyes. "Come…" The entire rooms watched in utter fascination as the handkerchief fluttered to the floor. "True…"

The curtain dropped and the audience erupted into wild cheers; Trowa promptly fainted and was caught by the four other, worried boys.

Several days later, Trowa regained consciousness. Tired green eyes opened to find a worried Duo looking down at him.

Wait a minute…Duo? What the hell?

"Duo?" He tried to sit up, and found that his head wasn’t feeling particularly kind. Wincing, he laid back down. "Wh-where’s Quatre?"

"I WON’T DO IT!!!! NEVERRRRR!!!"

"GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE WUSS!!! YOU’RE GOING TO JUST LIKE THE REST OF US!!!"

*BANG*

*CLANG*

*THUMP*

Duo looked back down at Trowa with a wry smile, and winked.

"He’s getting adjusted to the knowledge of who’s next." To his great surprise, the other boy grinned at him.

"I wouldn’t have guessed…"

END PART THREE…

Next part teasers:

Will Quatre be able to avoid the horrid task of having to sing some embarrassing song? Will Trowa and Wufei get more stuffed dragons for their collections? Can we tell if there will be yaoi or not? Does anybody know what Quatre said he would be wearing? Why is the title ‘GW Takes On…Berets.’ ? What are Catherine and Dorothy doing with all the money they’ve been making off of these embarrassing events?

Find out, in Part FOUR of

GUNDAM WING TAKES ON!!

Note: Comments are welcome! I’ve only gotten one… (Is very lonely) (Might not write parts four and five because she’s so damned lonely…) Okay? Good! kmeick@uswest.net