Author: Chauni
Email: ChauniMaxwell@mechpilot.com
Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/
Warnings: Comedy, OOC, Crossover, Yaoi, AU
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Disclaimer: I don’t own “Gundam Wing” or “Martian Successor Nadesico” or “Fushigi Yuugi” and no, I didn’t make any money off of this.
Notes: Okay, with that out of the way, I just want to say a few things. 1) I don’t know why this came to me, but like some other stories that shall remain nameless ( “First Annual Mr. Gundam Wing Beauty Pageant”), this story hit me at work, right at the beginning, so I had 8 hours to dwell on this and how it would proceed. 2) This is going to be a comedy (I hope) with general OOC-ness throughout. Sorry, but you can’t really have it any other way considering what we’re combining here. 3) Oh, yes, the timeline is different. (SPOILER!) Gai is here, alive and kicking! I guess you could say then that this takes place in the first couple of episodes, but I think I’m going to through in some stuff from the “After Gai” shows, so lets just say its an Alternative Universe thingie. Sorry all, but I’m an avid Gai lover (even though I think his death was sort of fated)! ^_^ and finally, 4) I’m bad and evil, but I hope you enjoy this. It was fun to write and there aren’t nearly enough Nadesico fics on the web!
Why Me?
Wispy, cottony clouds wafted lazily by on small, scented gusts of wind, drifting through a picturesque blue sky. The grass was a soft carpet of lush green, more comforting than any mattress or cushion. Flowers decorated the small field, adding splashes of vivid, vibrant color that looked like something out of a priceless painting.
Beneath the shade of one elderly oak tree lounged two lovers, each one sighing with contentment as they took in the scene of harmonic beauty around them.
Quatre adjusted his head that lay in his beloved’s lap, his eyes fluttering open and falling onto the calm face that hung above him. Trowa gently plucked a small wild violet and tucked it into the golden wisps of his koi’s hair, a secretive smile tickling the corners of his lips. Slowly, he reached down and softly ate at his lover’s mouth, taking in the tender passion his partner gave him.
“Finally over,” Quatre whispered after all was settled once again. “I’m so glad this war is done. We can finally fall into a normal life.”
Trowa nodded, his wild hair shielding half of his face, as was custom. “I know.”
Snuggling down deeper into the recesses of his lover’s lap, the blonde boy murmured sleepily, “I wonder how the others are handling it.”
“I’m so booooored!”
Heero ignored the whine that had drifted to his ears; he had become quite used to it during this long year after the war. He heard the soft shuffle behind him and shook his head. He silently agreed with his partner; these last few months since the end of their services meant a severe down time that he was not accustomed to. They had found ways to occupy themselves, but it was never as exhilarating as the time within the heavy, familiar Gundams.
“Quiet, Maxwell,” another gruff voice growled. “Is whining the only thing you can do?”
The Deathscythe pilot tossed his head, immense, chestnut braid swinging. A cocky grin was plastered to his face as he regarded his companion. “It’s not like there’s much else to do here, Wufei.” His sparkling amethyst eyes drifted to the drab metal corridor that he currently trekked through, just like the last hundred he had traveled in the last few hours. His footstep echoed, rattling through his mind like the hollow walk of a dead man. “Why do we have to be on this stupid ship?” he whimpered, turning his pleading gaze to Heero’s back. “Why couldn’t we have taken that trip around the world with Quatre and Trowa?”
Heero hung his head as he walked, the dark brown locks covering his frustrated cobalt eyes. “You know we don’t have the money for something like that.”
“Hmph!” the braided boy angrily pouted as he slung his arms behind his head. “You’d think the saviors of the free world would’ve gotten paid more than we did!”
“Anyway,” Heero continued, ignoring the comment as usual. “Trowa and Quatre needed some time alone. They worked hard to be together.”
“Never figured you for the sappy type, Heero,” Duo cooed.
“I’m not,” he replied shortly, stopping in front of a closed, sliding metal door. He cast a glance over his shoulder, taking in the dark sloe eyes of Wufei and the glittering violet orbs of Duo. “This is it.”
“You said that Dr. J sounded urgent in his message to you,” Wufei commented. “Do you know why?”
Heero shook his head, face indifferent. “No.”
Duo shoved past him, his fingers gliding across buttons as the door slipped open. “Well, we’re not going to find out just standing here!” With that, he bounded through the doorway, the others close on his trail.
They entered a deceivingly large laboratory, big enough for a mobile suit fleet at least. Computers, all alive and beeping, lined an entire wall, too many for a dozen human beings, let alone one. Ladders were randomly placed throughout the room, each one reaching the ceiling with several platforms in between. Tables and carts were scattered everywhere, each one covered in more pieces of metal and tools that one could count. A familiar man stood before one computer in the corner, typing with surprising ease considering he had a gleaming metal claw for a hand. Normally, the three pilots would have waved over the older, sort of off-kilter man, but instead their eyes were all attached to the sight before them.
An object at least ten sizes larger than any of their Gundams was laid out in the center of the room. It appeared black, but closer examination proved it to be a dark green with an extreme hard outer shell, almost as if it were made from metal. It was oval with the front end folded in upon itself like a wilted, dying plant.
Heero was the first to dislodge his eyes, turning his gaze towards the older man who was currently limping their way. “Dr. J, what is that thing?”
The professor finally stopped in front of the giant object, laying his hand against its smooth side. “I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, looking almost ashamed at his own lack of knowledge. “I found it drifting out in space and have been examining it for several months now, coming up with absolutely nothing in the process.”
“Is this why you brought us out here?” Wufei asked, raising an eyebrow. A few stray locks brushed against his eyes, annoying him severely.
“Yes,” Dr. J answered, his claw clipping. “The government has found out about this and I’m not about to hand it over to them until I figure out what it is!”
“Understood,” Heero muttered, swinging his eyes back onto the object at hand.
Duo walked to the giant plant-like thing and laid his palm onto it, revealing a cool smoothness that seemed unnatural. Immediately, his head fell back, his amethyst eyes slipping shut as a deafening scream poured out of his parted lips. He seemed rooted to his spot, cries pealing forth, while something began to glow beneath his customary black shirt, first a deep blue then changing to a blinding white.
Heero took a step forward, but was suddenly held back by a silent, wide-eyed Wufei. The Japanese boy turned his gaze towards the thing that had grasped the Chinese pilot’s attention so intensely, then felt his own astonishment begin to rise.
The front of the object under debate began to unfold, each piece opening like the morning petals of a gentle flower. As it unlocked itself, Heero caught a glimpse inside the heart of the thing: swirling, hypnotic colors, each blinding and entrancing and beckoning forward. Colors that seemed impossible to exist remained there, reaching invisible tendrils out to him. Stunned, he looked down to see something beneath his own shirt was glowing a brilliant white, along with something at Wufei’s throat. Wind, warm and firm, picked him up off his feet and carried him and his two fellow pilots into the colorful void, the petals folding closed behind him.
Finally settling down, a slightly confused, yet confident, Dr. J made his way to a random computer, immediately typing into it. Smiling smugly, he whispered, “I knew you would help me, Heero, my boy. Thank you!”