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Washu’s Mistake-Part 2

***This takes place 4 months after the first part of Washu’s Mistake. Yeah, normally
Catherine is actually Trowa’s sister (unless Catherine wanted to make Trowa confused
when he had amnesia and lied to him), but it’s kinda twisted in my stories. This story
takes place during a time on Gundam Wing, yet the events are a little different (because
of my memory! ^-^). ***

Washu, typing at her computer in her lab, had just figured out how to open the rift
between dimensions. Now she knew how they could flit into a parallel universe, a
different dimension, anything.
Washu sighed, pleased that her work over the past four months had pulled off. When
she had made a mistake when trying to load something from the TV, which would have
been a very sensational experience, she had accidentally transported several people
from a parallel world into the Masaki household. Now, she had figured out how to go
into their world.
She stood up and stretched, then headed for the door. She wouldn’t tell the rest of the
household yet, she decided, because it might leak out to Grandpa and Nobuyuki and we
will have to take them, too. Washu shuddered.
She poked her head out into the hall. It was silent.
Over the past four months, a gloom seemed to have descended upon the house.
Everyone had become attached to the visitors.
Washu entered the kitchen. Sasami was stirring soup in a glum sort of way.
She misses Wufei, Washu thought. Washu glanced over at Tenchi, who was seated at
the table. He was staring into his coffee cup, also in a funk.
Who does he miss? Wondered Washu. No way its Heero, he kept threatening to shoot
him. Oh, maybe it’s that idiot girl!
Washu gave a small snort of triumph. When that girl came to her senses about total
pacifism, she’d come running over to me, begging me to do something for her. That’d
be the day.
Washu sat down. The only person she missed was Quarte, that adorable blonde boy
who seemed so innocent and wore camel boxers. Washu didn’t act sad, however,
because she wasn’t entirely miserable at all.
Mihoshi clattered in. “Me and Kiyone are back!” she said happily. “And we got another
mini job—another acting career!”
“They don’t pay you much, do they?” asked Tenchi, looking up.
Mihoshi showed no signs of sadness, although she really missed Quarte too. “No, we’re
sorta side people. Kiyone?” Mihoshi turned around. “Kiyone!”
“She’s at the lake again,” said Sasami in a depressed, defeated voice.
Washu glanced through the window and saw Kiyone sitting on the grass next to the lake,
looking out across the lake. The oak tree she used to train at with Trowa waved with a
silent wind.
“These days all Kiyone does is sigh and sit at the lake,” Tenchi remarked. “I bet it’s
hardest on her…with Trowa gone and all…”
“Kiyone’s getting fatter, too!” exclaimed Mihoshi in an immature voice, with an anime
smile.
Tenchi and Washu glanced at each other. Washu was thinking, She doesn’t have a
clue, does she?
Sasami announced, “Mihoshi, don’t you remember, she’s gonna have a baby!”
Mihoshi blinked. “Oh, yeah! Now I remember!”
Just then Aeka came in, holding an armload of carrots. “Sasami,” she said resentfully,
“you said you were going to harvest the carrots and I had to instead!”
Washu glanced up at her. If Aeka’s depressed, she thought, then she’s doing a good job
of not showing it. Washu sipped at her cappuccino and remained silent as Ryoko came
in.
Ryoko settled herself sidled next to Tenchi. “Well,” she said, “I hope Washu will have
some new inventions for us, Tenchi darling,” she cooed.
Aeka shook with fury as she handed the carrots over to Sasami. Mihoshi sat down at
the big table.
Ryoko leaned onto Tenchi’s shoulder and put her cheek right up to his, wrapping her
arms around his neck. “Darling,” she said in a voice made to annoy Aeka, “when do you
suppose we can be alone sometime in this house?” It might have been a stupid
question, but it had done the trick.
“Ryoko!” Aeka exploded, “unhand Lord Tenchi this instant! He does not deserve
treatment like that from anyone, especially not from a person like you!” She tugged at
Tenchi’s right arm.
“Tenchi is mine! Besides, I think he likes it, don’t you, Tenchi?”
Tenchi remained speechless, knowing this ritual too well.
Just then Kiyone walked in. “Hi,” she said tonelessly. She sat down and took a coffee
cup from B, who had handed one to her and just walked in with A, and sipped at it
soundlessly.
The others all felt a little bad for her (even Ryoko). Seeing her, just sitting there and
staring into a coffee cup with heartbroken eyes, was a sad sight. Kiyone, who was
hardly happy, didn’t really deserve to be dragged away from her one true love.
Washu secretly thought that she didn’t know Trowa too well. After all, they’d only had
three days together. But then she figured that that was sometimes all the time a person
needed to fall in love.
Kiyone continued staring into her cup. She’d been reflecting for a long time. Those
three days were enough to haunt her for a long time. She had finally found someone
she was perfectly happy with, growing on him and feeling that he was just right for her,
just to have him thrown back to where he came from.
Whenever Kiyone saw any liquid, she would suddenly think of Trowa, because they had
spent a lot of their time together near water, and his eyes always reminded her of a
forest reflected in a shadowy pool.
Washu cleared her throat. Maybe now was the time to announce her discovery,
because she had seen a note that Nobuyuki was out in the city for some business and
Grandpa (or whatever you wanna call him) was working up at the shrine for a while.
Washu said, “We’ve all been depressed for awhile, haven’t we?”
Everyone glanced up at her, even Kiyone.
“I’ve discovered something. Now, everyone, it’s a simple question before I announce
what it is, but will you all come with me?”
“Where?” asked Kiyone and Ryoko immediately.
“First I need to know if you will all go with me.”
Everyone else glanced uneasily at each other.
“What the hell,” said Ryoko finally, “it beats everything else around here.”
“I’ll go,” said Kiyone.
“Me, too,” said Tenchi.
“I will, I guess,” announced Sasami.
“Me too!” squealed Mihoshi.
“I will as well.” Gee, who could that be?
“Then it’s settled,” said Washu, beaming. “We’re all going. Now, if you will finish
your…uh, rice balls and follow me.”
Everyone stood up (including A and B) and they all went into her lab (with everyone
behind Washu and looking strangely nervous).
Washu approached a big machine, which was a big round clear structure, with all kinds
of metal things inside, like stuff you might see if you’ve happened to look at a computer
chip. Well, except the large structure is, well, large, and beneath it was a small platform,
with thick wires connecting to it and running up to the machine.
“Now, please present Ryo-Ohki,” announced Washu.
Sasami handed Ryo-Ohki over with trembling hands. Washu took it and placed it on the
platform.
“Now, see, we might just appear in space,” said Washu, reaching for a control panel
nearby and flipping a few switches.
“What do you mean?” said Aeka and Kiyone sharply at the same time.
“Well, we want a spaceship, don’t we?”
“What we mean is—“
“I know. Just trust me, okay?” Washu pulled back a big lever, and with a dazzling light,
Ryo-Ohki disappeared out of thin air.
Sasami gave a small squeal.
“Now, who’s next?” Washu didn’t wait for volunteers and grabbed Ryoko, and then
shoved her onto the platform.
“Hey, why me?” screeched Ryoko. “I didn’t ask for—“ Then she was gone, with a
blinding light.
(Everyone, you may as well just guess where they’re going.)
“And now?” Washu looked around.
“Washu is the greatest!”
“The greatest in the universe!”
“They can go,” said Sasami.
“You can go with them, Sasami,” said Washu, ushering Sasami, A, and B onto the
platform. Then she pulled the lever and they disappeared, too.
Then Washu shoved Kiyone and Mihoshi on, and then Tenchi, and then Aeka, and then
she was alone.
“Now, I’ll just put this on timer,” she muttered, “and then I get to go too!” She flipped the
switch and pressed two buttons, then ran onto the platform and, grinning like a banshee,
disappeared.

It was fun to go through that portal, Washu thought. Feels good.
Washu was standing in Ryo-Ohki’s spaceship form, where everyone else stood,
confused. She went over to the control panel with Ryoko and flipped something on.
“Ah-ha! It worked!” she cried triumphantly.
“What worked?” asked Aeka, as everyone went over to join her.
“We,” she announced solemnly, “are in a parallel universe.”
Everyone was silent. No one put it past her that she would do this.
Then she continued, “We are in outer space, in a parallel universe, at the time of 195
A.C, standing for After Colony. This world may seem a bit…inferior in technological
ways. You see, there’s this war going on—“
“You took us here?” shrieked Kiyone suddenly. Washu stared at her.
Then she explained of how Trowa had told her of their world and what they were going
through.
“Yes, I took you here,” she said softly when Kiyone had finished.
Kiyone’s face shone.
Washu was about to explain more in detail, when a small beeping went on, and Ryoko
flipped on the transmitter.
A man’s face popped up on a screen, and he announced, “Who are you? Identify
yourselves at once!”
It was an OZ soldier, but no one there really knew that.
“Uh, we’re, err, a special force,” said Tenchi.
The OZ soldier wrinkled his nose when he saw his clothes. “Yes. Well, please identify
your ID number of that ship.”
They were silent for a minute, then Sasami said from the back of the room, “R-y-o-O-h-k-
i.”
The soldier paused for a second, then said, “Hey, that’s not an ID number! That’s some
kind of name! I’m going to have to take you in for questioning, so please do not back
your space vehicle until we hook up to it. We are going to take you to the nearest
colony, so please come quietly.”
They all glanced around at each other. Finally Washu said, “Very well, sir.” They flipped
the switch off, and the soldier’s face disappeared.
“Why’d you do that, Little Washu?” asked Tenchi.
“Yeah, we’re more noticeable this way,” snarled Ryoko.
“Yes and no,” said Washu. The moment they enter us into the hangar, and they try to
examine Ryo-Ohki, we can change him, her, whatever back into a cabbit and hoof outta
there.”
“How can we get back to our world?” asked Kiyone.
“Easy,” said Washu, grinning. “I’ve got some controls right here and…well we’ll need a
TV to get back home.”
“Why a TV?”
“I don’t want to explain right now,” said Washu, looking out a window. “That is what I
want to study!”
She pointed to the window. Around ten mobile suits, man-shaped aircrafts designed for
fighting, were attaching hooks to Ryo-Ohki.
Ryo-Ohki let out a small howl sound, but he(she, it?) remained as a spaceship and let
them attach it to the mobile suits. Then they rocketed along, pulling Ryo-Ohki, towards
what looked like some strangely shaped buildings in outer space. Of course, from where
they were, they looked like small, single-storied houses shaped weirdly, because they
were so far away.
Kiyone was twisting her shirt in a nervous way. Did Washu just drag them all out here to
study? Or was this some kind of get-together thing?
Everyone else looked perfectly calm as Kiyone glanced around. Even Mihoshi acted
normal, which was strange for her.
The colony hadn’t even grown bigger when suddenly one of the mobile suits pulled out
his gigantic gun and was aiming around for something. All the mobile suits seemed to
have pulled up their gun.
“What’s going on?” asked Sasami, looking worried.
Then the OZ official buzzed onto one of their screens. “We’ve apparently run into one of
the Gundams,” he said. “No need to worry, we’ll take care of everything.”
“What’s a Gundam?” blurted out Mihoshi. Since everyone else already knew what they
were, they sighed and shook their heads at her forgetfulness.
“You…you don’t know?” said the OZ official, completely shocked.
Kiyone hurriedly explained that a Gundam was a large man-shaped suit and was much
stronger than “the things those bad men were flying in”.
“Ohhhhhhh,” said Mihoshi, cracking an anime smile (^-^ that’s Mihoshi!). “Now I get it!”
Then the OZ official flipped off the screen.
Everyone was silent as they stared up through the window. Washu and Kiyone could
just imagine that whoever the Gundam pilot was (whichever is more like it) was
wondering what OZ was doing with such a strange spaceship, since there was no
information on it anywhere.
Then something happened. One of the OZ mobile suits exploded without warning.
Kiyone couldn’t see anything except a greenish glow shaped like a scythe’s blade.
Then another one exploded, and the remaining mobile suits began firing at something
they couldn’t see. The bullets were deflecting, and then Kiyone could see a dark
shadow. It seemed like there was a faint light behind the ”thing”, and two giant black
wings were rising, rising, and the shadowy thing was spinning a pole with the blade on it.
Then it crashed it down and sliced it right through three mobile suits, and then took out
another with his little fist thing (which was a short blade on a big reddish thing, like on
top of his hand) and then sliced the remaining mobile suits. A ring of explosions
surrounded the suit, and it was illuminated completely.
What had destroyed the suits was a black type of mobile man, yet it was bigger and
much more detailed. It held a large scythe in one hand, and that fist thing was on the
other. It was extremely detailed and had large black wings that could fold in as a shield.
It was raising its pole when Kiyone rushed over to the controls and flipped on a screen to
the pilot of the suit. “Don’t hurt us!” she cried.
The pilot stopped. “Hey, you look familiar,” he said.
“Hey, its Duo!” cried Ryoko, rushing over to the controls and shoving Kiyone out of the
way.
“What…are you…?” Duo looked extremely surprised. His long brown hair in his braid
was sort of bristled, since he had been fighting, and his blue eyes were extremely wide.
“Washu sent us here!” Ryoko and Aeka exclaimed. “We don’t know why.”
“Why?” asked Duo, peering around and looking into the entire place. “And, hey—nice
ship.”
Washu and Ryoko beamed with pride. Ryo-Ohki’s face in one of the crystals meowed
happily.
“Where are the other pilots?” asked Sasami and Kiyone at the same time.
“Yes, where’s camel boxers boy?” asked Washu, snickering. Duo laughed too.
“Quatre and Heero are on Earth,” he started, pointing to his left, “Trowa’s in the colony
behind me—“ he indicated it with his thumb pointing back—“I’m right here and Wufei’s
somewhere else in space.” He spread his arms wide, showing just how large space
really was and where he could be. “Relena and Dorothy…I think they’re on Earth. Oh,
and Tenchi…dude, watch out for Relena’s brother.”
Tenchi went bright red as Ryoko and Aeka turned to glare viciously at him. He twiddled
his fingers and scuffed the floor with his shoe.
Duo was silently laughing, and then cleared his throat and said, “Why, exactly, are you
here?”
“Washu wanted to test her little machine, and see if we could be transported into parallel
dimensions,” Kiyone explained. “She also wants to study things in this universe. Do you
think we could reach a hangar without anyone noticing Ryo-Ohki?”
“Where’s Ryo-Ohki?” asked Duo, a look of confusion on his face.
“Ryo-Ohki can turn into a spaceship,” everyone said at once.
“Oh,” he said, bewilderment plainly visible on his face. “Right. Well, I can get you to
Howard’s right now in about three seconds flat,” he said, grinning. “Unless, of course, I
have to tow you…”
“No towing,” Ryoko said. “Ryo-Ohki, follow Duo!”
Ryo-Ohki gave a shrill “Meeooowww!” and followed Duo at top speed as he began to fly
away.
“Dude, that thing moves really strangely,” said Duo, who was glancing out his right
window at them (even though he was facing them on their screen). Then he focused
back on them. “Kiyone, you’ve put on some pounds.”
Kiyone glanced nervously at the others. They all knew now that Trowa hadn’t told the
other pilots about him and Kiyone, and all of them understood that she didn’t want it
known. But Mihoshi said, “Didn’t you know? Kiyone’s—“
But what Kiyone was Duo never found out. Kiyone had put her hand over Mihoshi’s
mouth and yelled, “Mihoshi! I don’t want people knowing about that!”
Mihoshi blinked and uttered a muffled affirmative. Then they turned back to Duo. He
began to explain about their war in detail, and what the pilots were doing.
“Down on Earth,” he said, “Quatre is doing…uh, actually I’m not sure, but Heero is flyin’
around in wing zero and Trowa’s traveling around in the circus—that’s his job, he doesn’t
even look like a clown—with his boss and girlfriend from colony to colony, Wufei is
wandering around space, I think he’s looking for Zechs Marquise, unless you want to call
him Milliardo Peacecraft, and Dorothy and Relena are at the Romerfeller Foundation,
because Relena is Queen Relena of the world, I think…Oh, and I’m just…going to see
my girlfriend…” He grinned. “This is a fast, but noticeable, way to get around space.”
Kiyone was stunned. Trowa had a girlfriend? Then she remembered…
She didn’t even notice when she saw Ryoko and Aeka’s hands clench when they heard
Duo had a girlfriend, too.
“We’re here!” Duo cried suddenly, grinning (he always was, wasn’t he?).
Before them spread a large white spaceship, shaped a lot like a hang glider (without the
man, of course).
“This is Peacemillion,” said Duo. “Howard’s ship. He’s a lot like the creators, but…not
exactly.” They knew that the creators were the men who had built the Gundams.
Duo flipped a switch, and said quickly, “I’ll be right back.” Then the screen flipped off.
Tenchi’s gang waited for a few minutes, and then Duo’s image appeared on the screen.
“Okay,” he said, “Howard’s opening a hangar large enough for—for—that.” Duo seemed
at a loss for words but shrugged it off.
Then a large hangar opened, large enough to fit Ryo-Ohki as a spaceship inside. Ryo-
Ohki meowed loudly and flew into it obediently. It surprised them how big Peacemillion
seemed.
When they got inside the hangar, Ryo-Ohki immediately resumed his/its cabbit form.
The gang fell a good few feet out of the air and landed hard on metal.
“Owwie,” muttered Mihoshi. “Ryo-Ohki, watch it next time, please?”
Ryo-Ohki meowed loudly. Everyone stood up as Duo entered the hangar with
Deathscyth.
When they stood next to it, Deathscyth was huge. Kiyone and Washu gasped at the
size of it.
Duo jumped out and grabbed a mechanical rope, which lowered him safely to the ground
far below. When he was about five feet from the ground he jumped down and walked
over to the seven people (plus two robots and a cabbit) from a different dimension.
“Great to see you all!” he said. He shook everyone’s hands and said, “C’mon, let’s go
meet Howard.”
“Duo,” said Washu, “if we do, I don’t know how troubled your world will get. I mean, with
your war going on, our news shall crash into everyone’s minds and the universe will go
mad. Do you really want to tell Howard our story?”
Duo blinked.
“I guess not,” he said slowly. “Although he is a good buddy. Well, if only Kiyone,
Mihoshi, and Washu come with us, then he won’t think you’re weird or unearthly or
anything. Clothes like you guys have“—he looked over at Aeka, Ryoko, and Tenchi—
“would make him suspicious.”
He glanced around at everyone, then said, “You three come with me. You four can stay
here next to Deathscyth. No one should be in this area so you won’t really have a
problem.”
Then he led Kiyone, Mihoshi, and Washu away. The other four sighed and walked over
to Deathscyth. No one noticed B toddle away after Washu, or A scribbling some notes
down on a pad of paper and examining Deathscyth. They didn’t even notice when
it/she/he took out a mini computer exactly like Washu’s and began to enter information
and supposed blueprints on the computer.
Duo led the three girls off to an elevator and began explaining some things about
Howard. No one noticed B coming along for the ride.
They reached the place where Howard was, and Duo said, “Hey, Howard, what’s up?”
“Not much, Duo,” said Howard, looking up and grinning. He was old and wore a weird
Hawaiian shirt with sunglasses.
What does he think space is, a vacation to the Bahamas? Kiyone thought.
“Who are your lovely friends?” he asked, peering at them. Mihoshi and Washu blushed,
but Kiyone remained how she was, looking fierce, proud, and businesslike.
“This is Kiyone…Makubin? Makubi?” Duo looked at Kiyone.
She seemed irritated. “Hakibi,” she said in a stiff voice.
“This is Mihoshi Kuramitsu,” Duo said, pointing at Mihoshi.
“Hi!” said Mihoshi warmly.
“And that’s Washu Ha…Ha…?” Duo seemed to have forgotten, but then again, it was
good that he knew their last names at all.
“Never mind,” said Washu.
“Anyway,” said Duo, “these are the people that were in that weird-looking spaceship. I
need to grab a shuttle and get to that colony that Trowa is at.”
“We’ve got an extremely small shuttle that can fit about twenty people in it,” said
Howard, “and you could get into one of the back gates of the colony. No hassle, no time
wasting, if that’s what you want to know.”
“Thanks, Howard, old buddy,” said Duo, smiling a broad smile (that one smile only Duo
has!) and waving as they went out the door.
Mihoshi was wondering how Duo knew his way to where the ship was.
It’s just like in cartoons, she thought, strangely irritated. They know where they’re
headed even if they’ve never been there before, never had any instructions to get there,
nothing.
Kiyone looked over at Mihoshi. Her face had become serious.
“What’s up, Mihoshi?” she asked.
“I was thinking,” said Mihoshi in a voice unlike her own, but more like Kiyone’s.
“About what?”
“Well, there’s a war here, right? And Washu brought us here now, instead of at a better
time or anything. I was wondering why she brought us here, apart from studying strange
things and visiting the pilots again."
Kiyone blinked. “You know, Mihoshi,” she said, “you’ve got a point.” Amazing! She was
thinking. Mihoshi’s not acting immature! “Do you think Washu wants to help with this war
or something?” They were talking in low voices, so Washu couldn’t hear. She was
talking to Duo anyway.
“I think so,” said Mihoshi.
Kiyone was still amazed at how Mihoshi was apparently thinking. Of course, every now
and then she wasn’t an airhead, of course.
They had arrived at the hangar the Tenchi and the others were in. They jumped up, and
Duo said, “Look over there.” Across the large hangar floor was a very small spacecraft,
a lot like a private jet, except a bit smaller, and they all walked over to it.
They all got in. There were a few places to sit down and a small little refreshment spot
was in the corner.
“Here, I’ll pilot us to the colony and we’ll be there in no time,” said Duo. “Somewhere in
that colony is my girlfriend Hilde and she has a very good communicator machine, we
can reach Quatre and Heero on Earth, if we need to.”
“So we’ll just call all the pilots and those two girls together and have some kind of little
hi-we’re-passing-through-your-dimension-did-you-miss-us party?” Washu asked.
“Sorta,” said Duo, grinning. “Except we also need to take a closer look at the White
Fang. It’s this big ugly spaceship out in the middle of space and its really powerful and
they got all pissed off ‘cause Relena’s trying to stabilize the crazy universe we live in. I
don’t get this world…” Duo trailed off. “Washu, maybe you could help us. And Kiyone,
Ryoko, you guys might be good pilots. Oh, and I forgot to add…Dorothy’s working with
the White Fang…It’s sort of a problem.”
After a few moments of silence, Duo said:
“Well, we’re at the colony, one of the not-very-much-used open hangars, how you get
in. The, well, law, or OZ, or whoever owns that colony, only allows passenger space
shuttles from Earth or another colony to get in, but in the back there’s this open hangar
run by someone, and he lets anyone in. That’s good, but its also illegal, since it makes
the colony more vulnerable and the…let’s just say the law needs all passengers to be
searched before entering a colony, which they don’t do back there. You just pay them
when you get in.”
Everyone else remained silent. Kiyone was wondering where Trowa was. Washu was
wondering if they’d get to be in the war.
“I hope that when I see Dorothy, she gets a haircut,” growled Ryoko.
“Well, Ryoko,” said Aeka in a rather pleased and dignified way, “she is right that your
hair is hard as a rock, and white…”
“Shut up!” said Ryoko, glaring at her. “It’s not white!”
“So where do you think Hilde is?” asked Kiyone loudly. She wanted Aeka and Ryoko to
stop fighting, and also get them depressed and angry to be reminded that Duo already
had a girlfriend.
“Well, she owns a small apartment there,” said Duo. “Of course, she also has an
apartment on a different colony, because her job takes her back and forth between the
two colonies. But she should be here now.” Duo glanced over at Kiyone. “Trowa, too.”
Kiyone nodded and continued staring out the window at the large colony. They were
flying down towards a very small open space along the large gray wall, and then as they
moved closer, they could see the ships flying in or out of it (there weren’t many, and they
were all much smaller than a civilian ship). Duo took his time, all right, and landed in an
open place inside the hangar. It had plenty of room for small aircrafts.
They rolled along and Duo found a small parking space for the shuttle, where it would
remain until he needed it to reach his Gundam again, and they all got out and walked
safely to the exit, which was a large open area where ten men were stopping people
from passing until they paid them money.
Duo paid the men enough to get his shuttle enough parking time for at least a week and
they headed out into the colony.
Everyone was silent (how unusual!) as everyone stared around. Duo kept frowning and
looking at Tenchi awkwardly as they walked on a busy street full of cars. Shops and
business buildings surrounded the street. If Kiyone hadn’t known this was a colony, she
would have thought she was in a city somewhere on Earth.
Duo kept on glancing at Tenchi as they walked. Finally he said, “Damn, I can’t stand it,
Tenchi! Get some real clothes!”
Tenchi looked down at himself. He was dressed in a weird Japanese outfit (the one he
usually wears, basically).
“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he said, looking surprised.
“But—man—people are staring at you!”
“So?”
“Fine then.” Duo stuck out his lower lip and folded his arms. “I’m not going to walk with
you if you remain in those clothes.”
Well, thought Aeka, Duo sure can be stubborn. He can be a wimp sometimes!
Mihoshi asked, “When are we going to get there?”
“’Bout five minutes, if we walk.”
They continued walking. Ryoko was talking with Duo about how Dorothy had dared to
call her hair “white” when it was really a very light “cyan”. Duo raised his eyebrows and
said he thought it was white, too. Ryoko got angry and tried to chop Duo in half with her
beam sword, but Aeka put up her little shield thing, and Tenchi scolded Ryoko, so they
went along again as if nothing had happened.
“Man, Mihoshi,” said Kiyone in a mutter to Mihoshi, “I wonder what we’re supposed to do
here. I mean, who gives a damn about this place? I want to go home! Don’t you?”
“But what about Trowa?”
Kiyone’s eyes softened, then she said in a hurt, indignant tone, “Well, we can see him
first, and then we’ll go home.”
“But they said he had a girlfriend.”
“That was before he met me,” said Kiyone, in a tone with more hurt in it.
Mihoshi felt sorry for her and put an arm on her shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll be glad to see
you,” she said comfortingly and not at all in an immature way.
Kiyone smiled at Mihoshi. (This was the partner she was looking for!) “Well, I wish while
we’re here that we do something fun, like we did back at home with them all.”
“Well, what do you have in mind?”
Kiyone grinned, an evil grin.
“If we’re all together, I was thinking of poker…But not normal poker.”
“What kind?”
“Strip poker!”
Mihoshi said nothing.
Finally Kiyone looked at their surroundings. They weren’t in a busy area anymore, but
tall buildings were still around. However, there were also condos and small, single-
floored apartments around. Duo went into a single-floored building (I have no clue if it’s
a house, an apartment, a condo, a business building for all I care, but I KNOW its single-
floored.), and they all followed him inside.
Duo called out, “Hey, Hilde! You around?”
“Duo?” came a voice from somewhere inside. “Duo, is it you?”
“Well, who else would it be?”
A girl with short purple hair came out of a room on the side.
“Oh, Duo!” she cried, flinging her arms around his neck. Then she looked around at
everyone else. “Hey, who’re these weirdos?”
Aeka and Ryoko shook with anger, but for the sake of Tenchi (and partly for Duo), they
didn’t try to maul her.
“They’re, uh, visitors. From Earth. Good friends.”
“Hi,” said Hilde.
“Hi,” replied Washu and Tenchi.
Introductions went around. Then Duo explained why they had come.
“Oh, you want to reach all the other pilots? Well, why don’t you try to reach Trowa first—
he’s in this colony—before you try to reach everyone else?”
“Alright,” said Kiyone quickly.
Ryoko sniggered. Kiyone made a fist and pounded her once on the head. “Quiet, you,”
she muttered under her breath.
Ryoko gave her a seething glare.
Kiyone decided to add on to the little argument Ryoko had with Dorothy. “Ouch, Ryoko,
your hair is as hard as a rock!” She held her right hand and pretended like it was very
sore. She smirked.
“Why, you little…” Ryoko raised her arm.
Kiyone pulled out her little freezer-gun. “Move and I’ll shoot. In fact, if you don’t move, I’ll
shoot, too!” Kiyone made a smile like Mihoshi’s. She didn’t like Ryoko (to say the least).
Ryoko snarled at her.
“Who do you think you are?” demanded Hilde, glaring at Kiyone. “You don’t go around
carrying guns like that!”
Kiyone twirled the gun on one finger. “I’ve got three reasons, girl,” she snarled. “Number
one, in this world, everyone has at least one gun. Number two, it doesn’t even have any
gunpowder. Look.” Kiyone shot Hilde’s jacket hanging on a peg on the wall. It froze.
When Kiyone touched it, it crumbled down into ice cubes. “The gun has liquid nitrogen
in it. Well, partially liquid nitrogen. If you shoot something with it, it freezes. If you touch
it at least a minute afterwards, that item will crumble into ice. Including people.” She
eyed Ryoko warily. “And, for the third reason, I’m a Galaxy Police officer, of section—“
“Kiyone, you’ll give everything away!” said Mihoshi suddenly.
Kiyone smirked and put the gun in her gunholder. Hilde was staring at her in awe.
“Wow, and above all that, you’re pregnant.”
Kiyone went red. She thought that Hilde was making fun that her belly was big, but she
wasn’t going to have a baby, so she said, “You’re right. I am pregnant. And with—“
Tenchi butted in, “Can we talk to Trowa now?”
“Oh, right,” said Hilde (who obviously had been making fun of Kiyone and had no idea
that she really was pregnant). “Come this way.”
She led them over to a big computer-like thing, and she turned it on and did this other
weird junk. Then she said: “Trowa has a videophone, right?”
“I think so,” said Duo, with one of his Duo shrugs.
She dialed his number (what are they all, high school buddies?) and then the little
phone-thing was ringing.
“I didn’t expect it to be a phone,” Ryoko muttered to Washu.
“What else would it be?” she replied. “They have a small business, some kind of Circus
thing, of course, so they would need one to connect to whoever owns the land they
perform at, and other people, too.”
Then somebody answered the “videophone.” It was a man with a dark brown beard and
hair, and he wore a weird circus outfit (Kiyone though they had just finished a
performance).
“Trowa?” she gasped, pushing aside Ryoko and Washu and peering into the screen next
to Hilde.
“Would...may I ask who’s calling?” said the man (also known as the manager; that’s all
Catherine calls him and Trowa never talks to him in the show).
“My name’s Duo,” said Duo, pushing Kiyone to the side. “I’m a friend of his. Could we
speak to him?”
The manager eyed him warily. “Trowa is needed here at the circus,” he said. “He can’t
go running around with those machines right now.”
“This isn’t about machines at all,” said Duo.
“Well, he can’t leave the circus now,” said the manager.
“Can we at least speak to him?”
The manager paused. “All right,” he said, then he turned around. Behind him was…well,
the backstage of a circus, except it seemed that they were loading things up.
“Catherine! Get Trowa over here!”
“Why?” came a voice. A girl with reddish hair and weird periwinkle eyes walked into
view. She was wearing a circus outfit.
“He has…a call,” said the manager.
Catherine peered at Duo, then started screeching, “Trowa can’t go with you! He means
too much! I won’t allow you to let him risk his life again!”
Duo stuttered, “That’s not what this is about.” In an undertone he added, “And anyway,
he chose to do so.”
Trowa came into sight. He wore green baggy pants with golden, crescent moons and
stars, overall straps (only the straps, and it might be called something else, I’m not sure
if they’re suspenders or something), no shirt, and he wore a mask. Except the mask was
only a half (it seemed) with a white face, a frown on the half of the mouth you could see,
and a tear from the eye.
“Duo?” he asked, picking up the phone part of the videophone to have a private
conversation. “What’s up? Some attack I haven’t heard of?”
“No, we have visitors,” said Duo, and he showed him all the others from the Masaki
household.
“Kiyone!?” gasped Trowa, staring at the screen.
“Hi, Trowa!” she said happily.
In the background, Trowa could hear, “Trowa, who’s Kiyone?…Who’s Kiyone?!?”
“Uh, someone I met,” said Trowa to Catherine, who stood defiantly next to him.
Kiyone stopped waving at the screen and looked like she had never seen Trowa before.
Catherine suddenly glared at the screen. “Is Kiyone some girl over there?” she
screeched. “Is it you, Pinkie?” she demanded, pointing at Washu. “Or is it you?” She
pointed at Ryoko. Ryoko made a face as if she couldn’t be more disgusted. “What
about you?” she pointed at Kiyone.
Kiyone and Washu were about to say something when Trowa said, “Catherine! Do you
mind? I need to talk with Duo!”
A little argument ensued, Catherine screeching at Trowa about fighting as a Gundam
pilot and meeting other girls, and Trowa saying he had to do his job and he needed to be
able to hear what Duo was saying.
Everyone sighed. Kiyone muttered to Washu, “I think Trowa’s better off with me.”
Washu chuckled. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I think you’re right!”
Trowa finally managed to get Catherine and the manager away. They left to pack
everything onto a truck.
“Alright,” said Trowa, staring at Kiyone, “what’s the matter?”
“Well, these guys wanted to see you,” said Duo, “and Washu said she’d help us out.
You know, with the White Fang. Do you think all of us could get together so we could
put all our information together and think of something useful, for a change? I mean,
Trowa, you’re really smart, and with just you and Heero here, we could think of
something. Not to mention, don’t you wanna have fun with these guys?”
“I’d love to, actually,” said Trowa, “but we don’t have time for fun in this world, Duo.”
“You’re a clown! You work in a circus! Don’t you have fun?”
“No,” said Trowa. “It’s not fun and games. Maybe to you it is, but it isn’t. And not many
things really…amuse me. But this is my job. I do this for money, it’s the only thing I’m
good at.”
“And you want to be near Catherine.”
Trowa lowered his voice. “Actually, that’s not it at all. She won’t let me go. I can’t just
walk away, either.”
“She’s a girl!” said Duo stubbornly. “Some of them you just gotta leave behind!”
Kiyone and Trowa looked into each other’s eyes.
“I’ll come,” said Trowa, after a long pause. “When do you want me?”
“Right now’s fine,” said Duo.
“Alright, then,” said Trowa. “I have to help pack up, and then I’ll come over to…Hilde’s
place, right?”
“Yeah. We’ll be waiting. And calling the other pilots and Relena and Dorothy.”
“But isn’t Dorothy part of the White Fang?”
Duo paused. “Hey, that’s right,” he said, scratching his head. “Too bad we can’t just ask
her to come as friends.”
“Actually, we can,” said Aeka. “She did make friends with us, didn’t she? I guess I could
call her, and maybe—Wait a second, if the Gundams are against Dorothy, then how is
Quatre Dorothy’s boyfriend?”
Duo shrugged and said, “They were. I don’t know about now, since the sides are split.”
Ryoko rolled her eyes. Washu said triumphantly, “Well, now the boy is making good
decisions! Maybe now he’ll welcome me with open arms! Hahahaha!”
“Yeah, maybe,” muttered Ryoko.
Washu glared seethingly at her.
“I’ll be there in about three hours,” said Trowa (sweatdrop). Then he hung up.
Kiyone sat down in a chair. “So we wait here for three hours?” asked Kiyone.
“Yeah, I guess so,” said Duo. “What else can we do, besides contact Heero and Quatre
and the two girls?”
“How can we reach Dorothy, though?” asked Aeka. “If she is not on the Gundam’s side,
then how will she just come with us?”
“I guess we’ll just have to ask like nice little people,” answered Ryoko, making a face.
“Although I can’t see why we’d bother.”
“I want to see how my experiment is coming along!” exclaimed Washu. The room went
deadly silent as everyone turned to stare at her.
“Uh…I mean…” Washu stuttered. “Um, I want to see how she’s…doing!”
“Little Washu, what did you do to Dorothy?” asked Tenchi sternly.
“Nothing! Nothing at all!”
“Little Washu, if its nothing, then how come you look so guilty?” asked Sasami, peering
up into her face.
“All right, I injected something into her, but I’m not telling what!”
“What did you put into her?” demanded Duo. “She’s…well, not really a friend, but I want
to know what you did!”
Washu glanced around nervously. Then she glared at Hilde and said, “Can she leave
the room?”
“No,” said Hilde, crossing her arms over her chest. “I want to know what you did to
Dorothy, and what country you come from.
Duo turned, apologetically, to Hilde. “Actually, Hilde, they’re right…Why don’t you go
grocery shopping?”
Hilde glared at him, then said, “All right. I guess its just one of those things I’ll never
figure out.” Then she kissed Duo deeply, grabbed her purse, and left.
Duo looked happy. Ryoko looked angry and glared at Hilde’s retreating figure.
“Well, now we’ll call Quatre,” Duo said. He picked up the phone part, dialed a certain
number (it spelled EARTH) and then he waited for a few minutes. Then a voice said,
“You are now being connected to Earth. Please wait a few minutes while we connect
your phone call.”
Duo sighed and leaned against the wall. “This always takes forever,” he said to the
others. Washu was practically dancing on the spot that she didn’t have to tell them their
experiment to them. A and B appeared on her shoulders.
Finally, the screen flipped on and an Arabian-looking man was looking into the screen,
and said, “Hello, Winner’s residence, how may I help you?”
“Yes, we want to speak to Quatre, please,” Duo said.
“Oh. Yes, Duo, please hold on a little bit.” The man disappeared for a little bit, and then
a different screen clicked on and cancelled the other screen out. Quatre was sitting at a
desk.
“Duo?” he said. “What’s going on? Why are you--?” His eyes widened when he saw
everyone in the background. “Oh! What are you doing here?”
“Hi, we’re just passing through your dimension, wanna have a party?” asked Mihoshi,
half in her normal voice, half the voice of a teenager who wants to have fun (even
though she’s not a teenager…).
Quatre looked surprised. “Umm…”
“We want you to come to Hilde’s apartment up in a colony,” said Duo. “We’re sort of
having a party, and Washu’s agreed to help us out with the little problem against the
White Fang.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I might be able to come. When?”
“Today’s fine.”
“I might be there sometime tonight…Sure. I’ll be there.”
“Thanks, Quatre.”
“See you later!” said Mihoshi shrilly, smiling at Quatre.
“Quatre smiled back. “Goodbye, everyone,” he said, waving, and then the screen flipped
off.
“Now we call Heero,” said Duo, hanging up and dialing another number.
“Doesn’t Heero just—hang around?” asked Tenchi tentatively. “I mean, where does he
live?”
“He doesn’t really live anywhere,” Duo sighed. “Mostly he repairs his Gundam and visits
around with everyone. He’s got a cell phone—surprisingly—but we can also reach him if
he’s got some mission right now.”
After a few moments of waiting, Heero picked up his phone. He was sitting in the
cockpit of his Gundam.
“Duo…Why…?”
“We’ve got some visitors!” said Duo.
Heero glanced around behind Duo. His eyes widened.
“What—what’re you doing here?”
Washu smiled mischievously. Heero gulped.
“They’re gonna help us out,” said Duo. “And they kinda wanted a party.”
“Well, are you going to come to it?” asked Kiyone impatiently. “You can come, as long
as you come today or tonight.”
Heero glared at her. “I guess I’ll come…” he said. Then he flipped off his phone. The
screen buzzed off.
“Well, that went pleasant, considering…” said Duo. “Now we’ll contact Relena.”
“Do we have to?” whined Kiyone. Tenchi, behind everyone’s back, turned and glared at
her. Kiyone giggled, thinking, Awww, he likes Relena!
They called the Romerfeller foundation. They wished to speak to “Queen Relena” but
the man who answered wouldn’t let them talk to her, since she was the Queen of Earth
and had important business to attend to.
“Yeah, like sitting on her ass all day in front of a TV while Dorothy’s grandpa takes over
the foundation,” muttered Washu when Duo tried to persuade him.
“I know her really well,” said Duo.
“I don’t care,” said the man.
“C’mon, get her on the line!” cried Kiyone. “We’re in a hurry!”
“She can’t answer,” said the man.
“She wants to talk to us. She’s been expecting a call from us.”
“What’s you’re name?”
“Uh…his is Heero,” said Kiyone, pointing at Duo.
“Yeah,” muttered Duo, “and you’re Lieutenant Noine.”
The man looked at them suspiciously. “She can’t—“
“Who’s on the phone?” demanded an imperious voice. Relena came into view and she
shoved the man out of the way. “I can take my own phone calls, thanks,” she said stiffly.
“The meeting is over anyway.”
Then she looked on the screen. “Oh, Duo! Aeka! You guys!”
“Hi,” they all said. Washu made a pouting face and muttered something about world
peace.
Relena glared at her, and Duo explained all over again about what they wanted to do.
“Hmmm…Sounds interesting,” was all she said at first. “Of course I can go. When can I
go?”
“Now’s fine,” said Duo.
“Okay. I’ll reach your place sometime tonight. We’ll have a small party and discuss
plans, right? See you then.” She hung up.
“All right, only one more person to call,” said Duo cheerfully. “Dorothy.”
“Do we have to?” whined Ryoko. “I mean, none of us like her—“
“She’s nice,” cut in Mihoshi.
Ryoko glared at her. “No she’s not. If she insulted your hair, would you still think she
was nice?”
“Well, she hasn’t, so I think she’s nice,” retorted Mihoshi. “So shut up and go with the
flow, Ryoko.”
Ryoko looked stunned. “Mihoshi, that’s so unlike you! I’m proud of you!” She slapped her
on the back and smiled a Ryoko smile.
Mihoshi looked annoyed and ignored Ryoko.
Duo dialed the White Fang hotline.
“This is so weird,” said Kiyone. “You’re in the middle of a war and we just butt in, so the
war freezes for us…”
Some soldier answered the phone. Duo said he wished to speak to Dorothy privately,
since he was her boyfriend (which he wasn’t) and had an important thing to tell her about
the war. The soldier looked suspicious but connected them to Dorothy. (“Well, he’s a
genius,” muttered Ryoko sarcastically.) Before Dorothy answered, Tenchi turned to Duo.
“You’re a Gundam Pilot, of course,” he began. “So if she received a call with you
answering, she’d immediately track you down and try to take a certain... uh, whatever
you call it…well she might try to take your Gundam and kill you. So maybe Mihoshi and
I better answer the phone.”
“Good point,” said Duo, scratching his head. Mihoshi and Tenchi sat in front of the
screen, blocking Duo from view.
Dorothy finally answered. “What do you want?” she snapped, before looking at them.
“Do you remember us?” asked Mihoshi.
Dorothy glanced at the screen. Her expression changed from annoyance to surprise—
not exactly pleased surprise, but surprise—and she demanded, “What—how—where are
you?”
“We’re in your world!” exclaimed Mihoshi in her old, immature voice.
Dorothy rolled her eyes. “I can see that.”
“Anyway, Dorothy…” Tenchi began. Then he explained everything, and he added at the
end of his speech, “…just pretend it’s like the war froze. You’re not our enemy, we’re
not yours. We just want to have a get-together and have a party.”
Dorothy sat back in her chair and seemed to be thinking deeply as she closed her eyes.
Finally she answered, without opening them, “Yes. I’ll come. Where and when?”
Tenchi explained where and to come as soon as possible.
“Fine,” she said shortly.
“And, Dorothy,” added Mihoshi before she hung up (in that new, mature voice), “don’t be
late, and don’t get killed.”
Dorothy looked surprised. “What?”
But Mihoshi had already hung up.
“Okay,” said Duo, “so now I dig in the fridge for some sodas, beers, and chips, we have
the party, we sort everything out…”
“Did you notice Dorothy’s stomach?” Washu asked in an undertone to Aeka.
“Well, I don’t really look at those places,” said Aeka.
“She’s pregnant, too.”
“Ooh, I wonder who with?” said Aeka mischievously. The others were planning out the
party and the part afterward.
“It’s actually not even her child, really…” said Washu, smiling in an evil way.
“What did you do to her?” demanded Aeka.
“All I did was insert something of mine and something of Heero’s mixed together into
her,” said Washu, casually and innocently.
Aeka looked shocked. They rejoined the others. They had just decided that after
Dorothy went home, they would discuss the plans for the downfall of the White Fang.
Soon evening came. There was a knock on the door.
Kiyone flew to the door and opened it.
Trowa was standing there, in his normal clothes.
“Trowa!” exclaimed Kiyone, flinging her arms around his neck. They kissed and held
each other.
“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” called Ryoko sarcastically.
Kiyone broke apart from Trowa. “That does it!” she creamed. She pulled out her nitrogen
gun and started firing it at Ryoko. Ryoko flew around the room, dodging and cackling
evilly as Kiyone kept missing.
“God—damnit—keep—still!” she exclaimed as she missed yet again.
The ceiling and walls were becoming ice. Everyone tried not to touch anything.
“Kiyone!” exclaimed everyone.
Kiyone stopped. “Ryoko, just stay out of my way!” she cried, then turned back to Trowa.
“Anyway…” she said, blushing and looking a bit shameful.
Trowa laughed and came inside. No sooner had they closed the door then someone
else knocked on the door.
They opened it again. Heero and Quatre were waiting; Heero with his arms folded and
looking sulky, Quatre looking cheerful.
“Hi, everyone,” said Quatre, smiling at everyone.
“Hi,” muttered Heero.
Everyone shook hands (including with Trowa) and Mihoshi flung her arms around
Quatre.
“Hi, Quatre!” she exclaimed.
Quatre looked surprised and blushed.
They all took sodas and beers and sat down on the couch (“Poor me,” muttered Kiyone,
“I can’t drink beer…”) while they waited for Relena and Dorothy. Then Duo sat up.
“How are we supposed to contact Wufei? I forgot all about him!”
“Don’t worry about it,” came Heero’s cold drawl. “I managed to contact him and told him
about it. He’s coming.”
“Thanks Heero,” said Aeka and Duo.
“Don’t mention it,” said Heero. “Ever,” he added.
They sat around and talked (Trowa and Kiyone were talking privately, and Ryoko was
trying to hear what they were saying) and finally there was another knock on the door.
Relena was waiting there.
“Hi, Relena!” said Aeka and Tenchi. Tenchi sounded too enthusiastic.
“Hello, everyone,” said Relena, blushing a little when she looked at Tenchi. Tenchi did
the same thing and scuffed his toes on the floor, looking down.
Heero looked positively murderous. So did Ryoko and Aeka.
Everyone said hi and shook hands or hugged (Aeka and Tenchi hugged Relena) and
they sat around at the couch again, until Wufei arrived.
“Hi, Wufei!” said Ryoko, Aeka and Sasami when he arrived. Then Ryoko decided she
didn’t really care about Wufei, and Aeka and Sasami both hugged him and everyone
else shook hands.
Then they sat around waiting for Dorothy. When she came, everyone felt a little stiff
towards her.
“Hi, Dorothy,” said the Tenchi group, a little awkwardly.
“Hello, Dorothy,” said Quatre warmly.
Heero said nothing to Dorothy, Trowa muttered a hello, Duo shook her hand but was
looking grim, and Wufei said shortly, “Hello.” He added under his breath, “Why is she
here?” apparently to himself, but Aeka heard him.
“We’re having a get-together,” she said in a low tone to Wufei, “but when she leaves,
we’ll discuss the little matter.”
Wufei glared at Aeka for a bit, and then he looked like a change came over his face;
then he continued staring at the ground with a drink in his hand.
They all talked a lot. Then Kiyone stood up and said, “Who wants to play a game?”
“What type?” demanded everyone else.
“Ummm…”
“Strip poker!” yelled Duo gleefully.
“Later,” said Ryoko, grinning.
Just then, a phone rang somewhere. Dorothy reached into her purse and found it was
her cell phone. She answered it.
“Hello?…Of course, Mr. Milliardo. Right away.” Then Dorothy stood up and announced:
“I must be going. I’m sorry for leaving but this is an emergency…Goodbye!” Dorothy
flew out the door.
Everyone stared at one another. Then Heero said swiftly, “Alright, shall we get down to
business?”
Everyone else muttered sulkily, “All right,” and then they began to talk.
Washu cleared her throat. “Everyone,” she said, “in case you don’t know, I’m going to
help you Gundam pilots defeat your enemies. Of course, I shouldn’t help directly, but I
can help create special weapons and such for your Gundams. Now, we need to talk
business…” And Washu settled down talking with the pilots and Relena.
Kiyone and Mihoshi told everyone that they were going out for a walk on the town.
Ryoko and Aeka settled down to argue together.
Sasami looked bored and played with Ryo-Ohki.
Meanwhile, Mihoshi and Kiyone were walking on the streets, while cars rushed by. They
kind of liked the colony they were in, and they liked everything in it.
The two walked in silence. When they passed a carnival with a Ferris wheel and some
other rides, Mihoshi couldn’t resist any more.
“Oh, Kiyone, can we go and ride the Ferris wheel and those other rides? Please?”
Kiyone sighed, and, to her surprise and Mihoshi’s, laughed.
“Sure, why not?” she said.
They rode a few rides and bought cotton candy (yum ?).
Then they were leaving. Before they reached the exit, however, panic spread
throughout the carnival and through the entire colony. OZ soldiers had invaded and
mobile suits had landed in other spots along the colony.
One mobile suit landed right in the carnival.
“Stay where you are,” hissed the pilot. More soldiers were running around and herding
people in different places. “This colony is now OZ’s colony!”
Kiyone and Mihoshi were so surprised, and shocked, to notice what was going on much
after that. It felt unreal. It felt…not right. OZ wasn’t supposed to do this, was it? She
though the colonies were already on OZ’s side…She was confused. (They’re on the
White Fang’s side.)
Then Kiyone saw something that just about made her cry.
A little girl and her mother were being herded. The little girl shouted at the soldier,
“Leave me alone, Mister, you’re mean and you’re scary!”
“Shut up, stupid girl!” the soldier barked back, and hit the girl on the head with the butt of
his gun.
The girl started wailing. The mother yelled at the man, “She’s just a child! Why would
you treat her like this?”
The soldier screamed at the girl (he obviously had a short temper), “Shut up, you stupid
child, or I’ll shoot you!” The girl continued crying. Kiyone thought the man was bluffing.
He wasn’t.
He shot the girl in the forehead, and she died instantly.
Everything was quiet, except the mother’s strained sniffling, trying not to cry as she
cradled her dead daughter’s lifeless body.
Mihoshi’s eyes were spilling with tears. The officer spat at the girl’s forehead.
“Serves her right,” he snarled. “People who disobey orders get punished. The same
goes to all of you!” he howled at the stunned crowd.
Kiyone had enough. What was wrong with this world?
“What the hell is your problem?” Kiyone demanded loudly, and stepped out of line. “You
would kill a child because she was unhappy?”
“Who asked your opinion?” snarled the officer.
“This world is insane! What the hell is your problem? You can’t just go around shooting
people in the forehead like that! It’s inhuman! Killing a fellow human proves how
barbaric people can be, I say—“
The soldier raised his gun again and fired. Kiyone ducked down beneath the bullet.
“Oh, I need punishment now, do I?” snarled Kiyone sarcastically.
“Shut up, woman!” barked the officer.
Other soldiers were closing in. Kiyone pulled out her freezer-gun.
“Hold it,” she snapped, “or I’ll kill you.”
Everyone was staring at her. Some with hatred (mostly the soldiers) other with amazed,
dazed looks, others with triumph and happiness that someone was standing up and
standing out.
The soldiers that had surrounded Kiyone all held up their guns. One man was pulling
back the trigger when—
A gunshot fired. The man’s gun began to freeze to ice. He dropped it and it shattered
on the ground in a million pieces.
Mihoshi had pulled out her gun and shot it. She glared around at everyone as she stood
beside Kiyone.
“This isn’t needed,” she said quietly, but everyone could hear. “We don’t need to fight.
We don’t need to hold “captives” or take over this colony. It’s not right. There’s no
reason. So shut up, put away your guns, and let the people go. What reason is good
enough to explain an innocent child’s death?” She glared around at all the soldiers, and
then said to the head one (the one who Kiyone had been yelling at) “Do you enjoy this?”
“Of course I don’t!” the head soldier snapped. “It’s my job!”
“If you don’t enjoy it,” Mihoshi said, still in that quiet, deadly voice, “then why is it your
job? If you think you’re safe as part of this army, then you’re sadly mistaken. Anyone
could kill you, anytime, no matter where you are. If you resign, and leave for Earth, you
would be much safer than you are here.”
“That’s not why I’m here!” the man barked back, but he seemed like he was taken with
Mihoshi’s advice.
The soldiers suddenly all backed away. They left the people and ran to the ships they
had come to.
All the mobile suits and soldiers left.
Mihoshi and Kiyone were stunned. (So was everyone else; they weren’t moving.) Then
Kiyone and Mihoshi walked over to the mother of the child, kneeled beside her, and
Kiyone asked, “Are you all right?”
The woman looked up with tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, “for standing
up, standing out against them.”
Kiyone and Mihoshi smiled sadly back. Cheers went up and around, cheering for Kiyone
and Mihoshi (calling them Rebel Girls) and everyone pressed around them, asking why
and how they did such a thing.
“It’s not right!” Kiyone said hotly in a reply. “Killing a child just isn’t normal! And you all
should stand up for what is right! They have no reason for what they’re all doing! Why
would someone want to rule space and Earth?”
The crowd went very quiet and started muttering to one another. Mihoshi and Kiyone
escaped the crowds and ran along the street.
Mihoshi’s eyes were still full of tears.

They got back just as Washu said, “Then it’s settled.”
(The apartment had had no effect at all with what had just happened, for some strange
reason.)
Mihoshi broke down crying. Kiyone’s eyes were misted.
“You guys just missed it all?” spluttered Kiyone surprisedly, and questioningly.
“Missed what?” asked everyone else.
Kiyone and Mihoshi sighed depressedly and sat down on the couch, not speaking and
staring at the ground.
Washu was going to need to rent a hangar or place to build something she needed to
create. She was going to check out the Gundam Pilot’s Gundams and see what she
might be able to add and wheat she could create to help. She also had to design a
battle plan with the Gundams.
But that was going to be a long time, Kiyone thought, and they had now to kick back and
relax before the long, hard war. Kiyone, despite what had happened, leaned against
Trowa and smiled. What would come, would come…and they would have to meet it
when it did.