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[Iris]

I just need to say it: THAT ROCKED.

Seriously. I've read it about five times and I still go into gigglefits every time I read it again. Keep 'em coming! ^^

[Bardiche]

Haha, in all seriousness, words alone cannot signify the absolute godliness of this fanfic. XD It's so nice to read something in which everyone is in character and yet still amusing. *coughs* But then, I've read too many badfics, as you know.

[InsaneZero]

Fanfiction, eh?
I've never noticed this topic until now.

I've got one, though you may have seen this one at FF.net (And it's written for that format), and it has nothing to do with Fire Emblem. Instead, it's about Gundam and other misc. anime stuff that you'll probably see on TV.

But, being the lazy guy I am, I'll post it later.

[SummerwolfatCollege]

I've thought of maintaining strict radio silence on commenting back, but the evil narcissist got the better of me, so here. Besides, the story won't be continued for a few weeks at the least, courtesy of encroaching finals.

Words themselves cannot express the feelings those two posts made me feel. Seriously. I'm a praise-seeker. It's nice to know one's being appreciated. Especially from grammar freaks. I kinda suck at grammar, really---English still do confound me at some point.

On the other hand, I won't say everyone is in character. ^^ Nanna is out there, and Lynn is a bit too---and so's Celice. Teeny, too---though 'tis possible that she could be like that for real. Leaf overdramatizes his part a bit. But that's what you get from someone gone insane from staring at fanarts.

[SummerWolf]

Shorter than I intended, and Iria got more lines than I intended, but meh. I'm sleepy.

Once Upon A Fanfiction, Finally Eight


The ancestral seat of House Velthomer was situated on a cliff overlooking the Yied desert, Grandbell’s eastern watch over the darkness of Yied. History recorded it as an integral fortress in the hundred years war, the fire that kept shadows at bay, the wall that guarded Light and Life. Its stones spoke of ancient struggles, forgotten sorrows and triumphs. Current rumors had it that it was the birthplace of blasphemies, the terrible of rule of Emperor Alvis and the terror that was Yurius. Tourist information centers regarded it as a dreary place with grim people and grim customs, though it wasn’t like tourism was a popular industry in the past few years.

For Teeny of Freege, however, it was a place of mixed emotions.

On one hand, it was her father’s birthplace...the kind, uncertain young man that mother often told her about, her eyes fixed on a place faraway. A drop of Fala’s blood burned in her as it did in him and her brother, and she’d always wondered about him and how he died, what sort of person he was that would compell Lord Alvis to check on her, his brother’s daughter, on numerous occasions. And there was her brother, who’d been kinder to her than most of the people she’d met in life.

And there was Hilda.

Teeny shuddered whenever she thought of Hilda, that terrible Velthomer witch. Even with the warm winds coming from the desert, she still felt trapped in the worst of winter. They were of kin...Freege had long been allied by blood to Velthomer, and so they were related on her mother’s side as well. What made Hilda, presumably, resided in her, too.

You’re beautiful, you know that? You’re my most precious treasure in the whole world, Sety’s voice drifted from one corner of her mind.

In the whole world.

Teeny steeled herself, then turned her horse toward the looming fortress. It wasn’t the time to be brooding. There was a liar to deal with...either the treacherous mongrel who dared to spread such rumors in the first place, or a certain Silesian sage. Either way, one of them would face the consequences.

The silver-haired Lady Freege grinned as she urged her mare up to a gallop. Arthur’s sure to come up with some creative way to go about just that.

------------------------

“What do you think about this one, Alven?” Iria asked, holding up a light javelin in one hand, testing its weight. “Worth the price of admission?”

The younger knight spared the javelin a glance from the corner of his eyes, then resumed flipping through the preowned Elthunder he’d been examining for the last fifteen minutes. “The craftsmanship’s nothing to swoon over, but that’s been true of all the batches we’ve looked at so far. At least it’s the cheapest store around. You’re the lance knight. If its weight suits you, then it’s fine with me. We’re running out of javelins, Noba be my witness.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Alven turned to give his companion a queer look. “Don’t tell me you’re saying it’s mine?”

“I seem to recall a certain occasion where a certain master knight got himself into trouble with Isaac’s border guards and had to throw all our spare javelins at them to buy running time.”

“Iria, that was five months ago,” Alven protested, wincing as he closed the spellbook. “And it’s not even my fault, not really. The guard just mistook my worship of Lady Patty for a kidnapping plan and---“

The lance knight stopped him short with one upheld hand, tossing her brown hair backwards for dramatic effect. “It’s the result that counts, and the results turned out to be that our stock of spare javelins still haven’t recovered. We’ve had to relied on sucky self-fletched arrows and spells for our long-ranged needs ever since we took a step south of Rivough. And don’t try to deny it. It won’t work.”

Alven signed in resignation. There wasn’t much arguing with Iria once she’d made up her mind. “I suppose.”

“Quite so. Are you going to get that Elthunder?”

“It’s got too much mileage under the sun, regrettably enough.”

“Then let’s start haggling, shall we?” Iria said in a cheery tone, handing the javelin to her companion while turning to fetch another one. “We would’ve much more money troubles were you not around. I’ve never seen anyone else who drives bargains like the devil.”

“That’s all I’m to you? A glorified wallet?” Alven shot back, though the playful glance in his eyes showed that he didn’t really mean anything by that remark. “Whoa---careful, Iria. I can only carry so much, you know,” he said after a fourth javelin had been thrusted into his arms.

Instead of answering, Iria grinned at him. Master Knights had a notorious reputation of being something of a multi-purpose Agustrian Army Knife, along with their amazing ability to carry all sorts of weapons within their battlefield arsenal. The myth had gained momentum and turned into a superstition that one such knight could carry six crates’ worth of silver equipment without balking, and this in itself lent far too many fun opportunities to be ignored. Alven glared back.

As they approached the counter, the shopkeep, looked up and stared at Alven for one long moment. Both of them remained quiet during the phenomenon, as they’ve been through it so many times it was routine.

“Sir Rengarmar, so it’s you again. Haven’t seen you in a few years,” the shopkeep finally broke the silence. He was a plump man in his late fifties with a very healthy belly, and this gave him a rather stunted look. “Making a big purchase again, eh? Remember, no big discounts ever again.”

Iria gave the other knight a look. “Rengarmar?”

Alven shrugged. “Long story.”

”How many names do you have, really? I’ve seen you referred to as Plutian and Zathoshe before.”

”Like I said, it’s a long story.”

Sensing that he wasn’t about to elaborate much more on the subject, Iria decided to drop it altogether. “Just be creative, all right? This guy already knows your deal.”

”Piece of cake,” Alven replied, rubbing his hands together in strange glee. “Meet you outside in ten minutes.”

”Deal,” Iria nodded, navigating throught the dusty walkways inside the shop toward the door. Traveling with Alven definitely had its advantages. Although he could be unreliable at times, he was invaluable in fights...and in shopping. The man seemed to have much more connections than she could count.

Next thing I know he’ll be telling me that he was related to the Isaacian swordmasters, she thought to herself with a smile as the blue skies above Dainwrath square opened before her. It certainly wouldn’t surprise her, coming from him. Anything to get closer to the image of Crusader Patty. As a Lensterborn, she could relate to the near-worship of someone, but sometimes Alven managed to surprise her as to how far his devotion could go. The scary thing was, it was rubbing off on her, too.

Recalling the one time when the master knight got unseemly drunk in a tavern and spontaneously composed an incredibly bawdy ballad on Patty, Iria couldn’t help but snicker. They almost didn’t get out of that one alive. Zynthe and Bardi had to spend the next few weeks repairing their broken lute afterwards. Their complaints lasted for only a few months.

“I wonder how they’re doing right now,” she muttered to herself, looking at her surroundings. The buildings in the vicinity were mostly stones and there weren’t many plants to speak of, save for the hardy mountain varieties. The sky was flaming blue, the wind significantly colder and clearer than Lenster. It could be beautiful, in a way, even though the lancer didn’t care much for Thracia at all.

“…since when was the dream over…and torn apart in the sand…” she whispered softly, the melody of the old song replaying itself in her mind.

Alven chose that moment to exit the shop, and the song died on her lips. Wordlessly, he thrusted two of the javelins to her, himself carrying another two and a quiver of spare arrows. Together they made their way back to the tavern, through crisscrossing streets and alleyways more numerous to remember. Or at least, it did seemed that way to Iria. Maps and navigation was never her strong point.

And just as they stood before the door, they heard a woefully wince-inducing song that sounded like a strangled baby wafting from the inside. Iria and Alven looked at each other.

“Once again,” the lance knight said, shaking her head. “It always happens after the war, and I’d thought this area might escape the cheesy troubadour curse.”

“No place is immune,” Alven agreed. “There might be a few things we can still do, though. Shall we?”

”Why not?”

[Satoshi]

Nice.^^ I could actually see myself do that actually. Umm.. I'm not stalking patty, it's a form of worship..yeah... anyway, great job. ;D

[Iris]

w00t! *cheers* More more more!

One grammatical quibble: "Both of them remained quite during the phenomenon, as they’ve been through it so many times it was routine."

I think you want "quiet" rather than "quite" there.

But it rocks! (You gonna put this on FFn at some point? ^^)

[InsaneZero]

Alright.

Not FE-related, and you might have seen this on FFN a long time ago. Too lazy to even write a second chapter, despite what is written there. And this was before I realized that Gundam Wing was crap.

EDIT: What the... it saids my fanfiction is too long!

[TogeKiD]

Than make it shorter! ^.^;;

[InsaneZero]

I, the great genious, have found a solution.

All right! Fanfiction story all set!

Ready?

Go!

-=+=-

InterUniversal Gundam Fight! Ready? GO!
By InsaneZero

At first, there is only darkness. Then, a light turns on and we see a man with an eyepatch sitting on a stool. He is the Gundam Announcer, and he’ll tell you what this is about.

-=+=-

Hello, and welcome to the InterUniversal Gundam Fight, the solution to all of our
problems. As long as there was Gundams, there was also a conflict on which was better.
People would fight for hours on end because of this conflict. That is, until now. Cartoon
Network proudly presents an solution to the problem: An Americanized Gundam series
purely for the sake of fans, which we have lost so much since we aired Hamtaro. This
series, which was created despite the fact that we had Yoshiyuki Tomino yelling at us for
butchering up the franchise (at 3 in the morning, mind you. Besides, he could butcher his
own creation pretty well by himself, cough*DoubleZeta*cough.), will determine which is
better: the Wing Zero or NT-1 Alex? The Alpha Azieru, or the Burning Gundam? The
GP-02A or the Turn-X Gundam? The Char Aznable, or Zechs Merquise? (Waitaminute...)
Does anybody even know some of the mecha mentioned? Oh well. And as always, we will
edit out any mentions of drugs, blood, religion, profanity, sex, death, etc. (Turning this
into another Gundam Wing, which is good for getting watchers, who don’t know that it’s
the Universal Century squeezed into a 49-episode series. It might lose some stuff like
character development and actual story, as well as realism, but those aren’t important.),
and paste together episodes so that we don’t have to waste any more money on this. Also,
since that Toonami is now aiming for 7-year olds, we will put this on Adult Swim, which
is for (dramatic pause) 7-year olds who sleep really late or could operate the VCR! This is
the moment you have (or have not) been waiting for! InterUniversal Gundam Fight!
Ready? No? Go!

By the way, if you believe all this, then boy, do I have a great sale on bridges for you.

Seriously, this will also have fighters from non-Gundam shows, and the InterUniversal
Gundam Fight Tournament will have different rules from the regular Gundam Fight. Here
it is, if you get bored go and skip this to go straight into the story.

1. Anything that is made from a Gundarium or Gundanium alloy is allowed. If you meld
the alloy outside any other metal, that is fine as well.

2. We do not hold responsible for any death or injury.

3. Fighters do not need to have the Mobile Trace System, although it is recommended.

4. The match is over when one Gundam cannot be operated any more, if a fighter resigns
from the match, or they are down for ten seconds.

5. If a fighter does not come in a hour by their match begins, the opponent wins by
default.

6. The fighters are only eliminated from the tournament if they are not in the top 25
rankings by the third round, Top 15 by the fourth, Top 12 for the fifth, and 1st for Battle
Royale.

7. No fighters are allowed to leave the fighting arena when the match begins until the
match is over.

8. Death will not be punished.

9. Cheaters will be kicked and banned from the tournament.

10. If a fighter resigns, the match is over at that instant.

11. After the fifth round, all fighters who are still participating must enter the Battle
Royale, held in the Colony of Axis.

12. The only point of the InterUniversal Gundam Fight where you are eliminated if you
lose a match is the preliminary round.

13. Anything else is allowed.

And now, we head straight into Neo-Hong Kong, where the InterUniversal Gundam Fight
is signing up for competitors! There will be weird and absurd events that will take place,
even before the tournament! However, there are conspiracies behind the tournament, and
one certain Fighter is determined to find out what they are. Okay, no more introductions!

NOW!

LET’S GET THINGS STARTED!!!

GUNDAM FIGHT ALL SET! READY?

GO!!

Episode 1: Welcome to Neo Hong Kong! Arrival of the Fighters!<center>

Domon Kasshu walked back into Neo-Hong Kong for the second time. It was sunny,
clear, and depressing. Along with him was Rain Mikamura, who quite couldn’t figure out
why Domon was so depressed. He was like this ever since that the Gundam Fight came
back again, even after the Ulube-Dark Gundam incident. Whenever Rain tried to talk
about it, Domon changed the topic to the other stupid-looking Gundams he had to face.
Finally, Rain got the message and they walked quietly to their motel. Rain had this other
feeling that his depression had also to do with the death of that fisherman, who died two
years ago. The children with him had to go to foster homes, against their wishes. Domon
found out what happened two months later, and until only recently blamed himself for it.
Rain was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t realize that Domon already checked
in. She ran after him, dodging several guests in her path.

Domon smiled as he opened the door to his room. He knew that Rain had been fussing
over him too much, he could see that in her. Rain will catch up to me eventually, he
thought.

“Hey Domon! Nice to see you again!” Domon instantly recognized that voice. He turned
around just be sure.

“Is that you, Allenby Beardsly? It‘s been a long time since I last saw you!” Domon said,
grinning. Indeed, it has been a long time, about four years to be exact.

“When was the last time you saw me? Anyway, I have heard that the Gundam Fight was
back, is that true Domon?”

“Yes, sadly. That’s the only reason I’m here. I need to find out what is going on. The
funny thing is, none of the colonies are affected by this. I thought that a Gundam Fight is
to determine the ruler of Earth is. When I got word about this tournament, I went straight
to Neo-Japan authorities. They had no clue about this. Hoping that they could get
something from this, they allowed me to borrow the Burning Gundam. But enough about
me, what about you?”

“Me? I’m waiting for some friends that I made before I met you. To tell you the truth, I
didn’t know that this will be taking place at all until someone told me. I’ll guess that the
Neo-Sweden government is going to bring the Nobel Gundam here as soon I tell them.
Well, I guess that I need to go now, I’m sure that my friends are waiting. I’ll introduce
you to them when I meet up with them! See ya!” And with that, Allenby headed for the
nearest elevator.

Domon thought to himself, ‘If Allenby is here, then I wonder if the Shuffle Alliance is here
also. Nah, my meeting was probably a coincidence. I do hope that Rain knows where I
am. Heh, knowing her, she’s going to yell at me when she finally gets here.’ And with that
he went inside. Before he closed the door, he had a bad feeling about something.
Reopening the door, he looked around. He only saw two people, one looked probably in
his twenties, but the other had a silver mask on, so he couldn’t see his face. Domon was
suspicious about the man in the mask, but decided not think about this much. ‘Besides,’ he
thought as he went back inside, ‘I’m probably way too paranoid. Maybe he has a sickness
or something. Boy, I’m tired. I hope that Rain comes soon.’ And with that, Domon went
straight to bed.

End Part 1

[InsaneZero]

InterUniversal Gundam Fight!
Part 2 of Chapter 1!

READY? GO!

-=+=-

Ryouga was lost again, and this time, he was somewhere in the Brazilian jungle. How he
got there, only God knows. He was swatting mosquitoes the size of canned hams away
with his umbrella, and to not waste any time cutting down oversized plants, he jumped
from tree to tree. After jumping for half a day, he found himself in the Sahara. Again, one
of his many mysterious traits. So when he stepped foot on the Antarctica, he become
frustrated, and not for the first time. Stopping to rest, he looked up into the sky. Up there,
he saw Akane. Sure, the aurora borealis was nice, but nothing was better that Akane.
Then spotted Ranma from the distance, actually STEALING his Akane! He couldn’t take
it anymore.

“DIE RANMA!!!”

Ryouga jumped into the sky, but Ranma was getting away. He tried going higher, but
Ranma was still out of his reach. As Ryouga reached the peak of his jump, Ranma started
taunting him. Ryouga stated getting angrier, then turned depressed. He couldn’t get to
Ranma, much less beating him, and Akane was still in his greedy hands. He looked back to
Ranma, who was still taunting him, and then...

“SHI SHI HODOUKAN!!!” The ki blast went straight into the sky, and Ranma
disappeared from view. Instead, Ryouga saw another thing on the sky, but this time, it was
coming down. Ryouga saw that it not much of a problem, but changed his mind when the
object started getting larger. Soon, it was twenty times his size, and still growing. Then
Ryouga saw what it was: a big giant robot! He just stood there, admiring it, until he
realized that it was headed right for where he was! Running for his dear life, Ryouga
cursed his bad luck and the Kami above.

-=+=-

Dende sneezed.

-=+=-

Ryouga ran for a hour, then thought that he was far enough away. He changed his mind
when the robot actually hit the ice. He almost ran off the continent, before he stopped and
remembered that he forgot his backpack back at the impact site. He ran back, avoiding the
rush of penguins trying to get out of the way. Soon, the ocean of penguins was too much
to avoid, so he jumped to from penguin to penguin, wondering this penguin crowd ran
over his backpack. Then he wondered no longer, his backpack was in plain view, hanging
from a glacier. He continued to run on the penguins, and leaped to the glacier. This is
when he found out that people could NOT jump two miles, let alone two HUNDRED. He
started to fall, and on the giant robot, no less. He tried waving his arms, but to no avail.
His life started to flash before his eyes, which was mostly him trying to get out a hedge
maze, when his fall started to slow. You must know something: Ryouga is not much of a
panicky person, even if something unexplainable happens. So when he started to slow
down, he did the next best thing to panicking: fainting. So he was unconscious when he
landed in the giant robot’s cockpit and activated it....

-=+=-

Pen Pen felt something was happened to his fellow creatures, but he didn’t know what.
His master, or slave, depending who you ask, was away talking about a very special
mission to the two people who hang around her almost all the time. Pen Pen could nothing
about his scared friends, so he just got himself more beer and sat in front of the couch.

Meanwhile, Misato, Shinji, Asuka, and Rei was on a plane to Neo Hong Kong. Asuka was
sleeping, Shinji was looking outside, and Rei was doing nothing much. Suddenly, Misato
came out from nowhere and woke Asuka up. None of the children knew what was
happening, except that they were going to Neo Hong Kong to fight in their Evas. After
getting the attention of all the pilots, Misato put the details to their mission.

“So, you guys want to know why we’re doing this? First off, he have learned that an
Angel is in the area, so we’re using the Gundam Fight tournament as a cover. Also, people
at NERV want to see if we could get some of new skills and techniques to fight future
Angels during the matches. Also, the technology could be useful, too. Don‘t think of this
as a mission, think of this as a trip.” She added, noticing the boredom on Asuka’s face.

“Yeah, whatever. Wake me up when we get there.”

“But we’re already here.”

“WHAT?! I look awful! You should‘ve told me earlier!” And with that, she sped toward
the nearest restroom.

Shinji had other concerns. “Does everyone back home know about this?”

“Yeah sure, it’s all covered. Don’t worry.” Misato assured him.

“Okay, I guess.”

-=+=-

Somewhere at Tokyo-3

“WHAT?!?! THEY WENT TO A GUNDAM CONVENTION WITHOUT TELLING
ME?!?!?! WHY?!?!?!”

-=+=-

Ranma finally reached Neo Hong Kong. This place was a perfect place to get away from
the rest of the Nerima Wrecking Crew. But he started to get bored, and he forgot to bring
money. Ranma was starting to think that this was a huge mistake, at least there had be
something happening around here.

“Man, this is boring. At least at home, there was amazons, Kuno, and all this other weird
stuff. This place has nothing. I mean, there has to be some lunatics around here...”

Then he saw it: an advertisement for the Gundam Fight.

“That’s it! I’ll go in the Gundam Fight, and then I’ll have something to do! This is much
better than being beaten up or poisoned by Akane! Technology has done SOMETHING
right! Watch out, world! Ranma is going to join the Gundam Fight!” And in his zeal, he
forgot that he didn’t have a Gundam.

-=+=-

<Begin Conversation>

Akane - “But father, why do I have to go to Neo Hong Kong?”

Soun - “Because I have heard of a martial arts tournament there, and everyone from
around the world is going to be there. Besides, I have heard that the famous Gundam
Fighter Domon Kasshu is going to be there! This is a great opportunity for the Tendo
family! Meeting the great hero who saved the world! He might tell us some great fighting
techniques!”

Akane - “What about Ranma? We need to keep looking for him!”

Nabiki - “Dad, I cannot leave without any notice! I have a business here, you know, and I
need the money.”

Soun - “Nabiki, I have heard that the winner of the tournament gets over a hundred
GOLD bullion. PURE gold.”

Nabiki - “Well, I could get some profit over there somehow, I guess.”

Kasumi - “Oh my, where are we going to sleep there?”

Soun - “Don’t worry, I have it all planned out! I have a few friends over there who would
gladly invite us over.”

Kasumi - “And what about Mr. Saotome?”

Soun - “We’ll bring him over, too.”

Akane - “And Ranma?”

Nabiki - “Don’t worry about him; he’s already over there. I also have a few sources there
too.”

Soun - “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get packed!”

<End Conversation>

-=+=-

“Hey, Daisuke! I know where Ranma is!”

End Part 2.

[InsaneZero]

InterUniversal Gundam Fight!
Part 3 of Chapter 1!

READY? GO!

-=+=-

Somewhere outside Neo Hong-Kong.

“So, Spike, are you sure they are here? It‘s like a sauna in here!” Jet asked for the third
time. Jet had to stay with Ed because she got the flu, but she sure didn’t act like it. He
couldn’t handle the intense heat, and the fact that Ed was starting to annoy him didn’t help
either. Why didn’t he get an air conditioner when that salesman came around? Why
couldn’t he be outside? What is taking Ed so long to find the group? His thoughts were
cut short when Spike answered him.

“Yes, for the third time! It’s much hotter outside then inside! Did any of you come up with
anything yet?” Spike was traveling around the city, and big places were next to his list of
things he hated, next to children, animals, and women with attitude. He knew that the
Gundam Fight was coming up soon, and the people they were trying to catch is definitely
going to enter. However, Spike was determined to get them before then. Maybe Faye has
better luck.

“ARGH! STOP CALLING ME!!” Maybe not.

After searching for over a half a day, and coming up with nothing, Spike was ready to
quit. He stopped by a nearby hotel, hoping that they will come to him instead. Not a
moment later did he arrive that Spike saw them. A man in his twenties and a man with a
silver mask. He thanked Kami,

-=+=-

Dende sneezed again.

-=+=-

and moved around a crowd. After he got out of the crowd, he ran toward the two. Before
he got to him however, everyone got silent. Then, Spike heard a familiar tune....

“HA! I found you again, Spike, Space Cowboy!” Spike immediately knew who it was.

“GOD, I hope it’s not... him...” He said, with a look of utter disgust on his face. Before he
could finish, a ninja on a horse exploded from one of the windows. Everybody turned to
look.

“It is I, Andy, Space Ninja!” the horseman exclaimed. Spike’s jaw dropped to the floor.
After putting his mouth back in place, he pointed at Andy, speechless.

“I knew that it was you! I KNEW that you were the one behind all this chaos!” Andy
continued. Spike broke out of his trance and yelled back at Andy.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I DID NOTHING! NOW STOP
FOLLOWING ME!!”

“I figured that once I gave you the title of Space Cowboy, you’ll finally be able to be do
some justice! Now I find out that you don’t even deserve the title of space cowboy!” Once
that they knew that they had nothing to worry about, the other people inside resumed their
business. The pair started to leave the hotel.

“Look, I didn’t do anything, so quit bothering me! I don‘t have time for this!” He noticed
that the duo already left.

“I’ll see about that. Okay, ex-spa-” Before he could finish, Spike started a sprint straight
to the exit.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!”

Andy reared up his horse and rode around to cut Spike off. Spike, knowing that he’ll do
that, jumped onto a empty moving elevator so that even if Andy did reach him, he couldn’t
stop him. The ninja predicted Spike’s move and took out his bow and arrow. He shot an
arrow at the elevator cables, making it fall to the floor so that Spike had to get on the
ground. To his surprise, Spike leaped onto the chandelier and hung on. Falling would
mean instant death. Now the entire hotel was in pandemonium. Everyone was struggling
to get out, and thus running over Andy in the process. Seeing that Andy was now out of
commission, he swung the chandelier until it was high enough to jump off from, then
leaped toward the windows. Breaking the glass window into pieces, Spike soared across
the sky... or not.

“AHH!!!!!“ He forgot that he just jumped from the third floor! Flailing his arms
unsuccessfully, Spike knew that it was the end. Fortunately, luck was with him again as
the now revived Andy broke through the window to try and find the space cowboy. He
never had a chance.

Fifteen seconds later, Spike got up from the now crushed ninja, and started chase once
more. Already, however, he could see that the masked man and his friend was nowhere to
be seen.

End Part 3.

[InsaneZero]

InterUniversal Gundam Fight!
Final Part of Chapter 1

READY? GO!

-=+=-

In another part of the motel, it seemed that nothing ever happened. That was good for
Rain, who got lost after several minutes of her arrival. Every time she turned a corner, she
was positive that she was there a few minutes ago. She already tried to communicate with
Domon using her cell phone, but Domon didn’t answer. After walking into the wrong
room for the fiftieth time, she was ready to quit. Conveniently, Allenby was in the same
floor at the time, so when she saw Rain wandering from room to room, she decided to
help out.

“Hey Rain, long time no see.”

“Allenby! Have you seen Domon?”

“What, is that a way to talk to a friend you didn’t see for four years? Just kidding. Yes, I
saw Domon go into his room in the morning. Why weren’t you with him?”

“Some kind of a joke, I guess. So Allenby, are you here for the Gundam Fight?”

“No, I’m waiting for some friends, but they said they would be late. Here, I’ll show you
the way to your room.” So the two friends and former rivals talked about their lives and
such, but we’ll just cut to this scene here:

-=+=-

“Well, peace is great and all, but I want some action in my life! Nothing is happening ever
since we threw away the mobile suits! I’m so BORED! Sure, wandering around the world
is good for-”

“Duo. SHUT. UP.” In case you were wondering, the five ‘famed’ Gundam pilots just so
happened to meet up at Neo Hong-Kong at the exact time and place: the same hotel that
Domon and Rain were in. They met at the fifth floor, whereas Allenby and Rain are at the
fourth, Domon is on the third, Allenby’s room is on the second, and Spike and Andy are
blasting toy guns at each other on the first. Never mind about the events on the first floor,
let’s go back to the GW boys, shall we?

Well, they aren’t talking much. Oh, what do we have here?

“Hey Zechs! And Noin! What are guys doing here?”

“Heh, Duo, I see you haven’t changed, even after all this time. Basically, we’re taking a
break from Mars to visit Earth once more. So, what have you done all these years?”

“Well, actually, not much happened. I left the colony because it was getting boring over
there. How about you, Heero?”

“Not much. Just getting away from Relena, that’s all.”

Quatre spoke up. “Pretty much the same. I’m here to relax.”

“.......”

“I’ll take it by your silence that you feel the same, Trowa. You know, life as a civilian is
getting real old. Why I-.”

“DUO. SHUT. UP.”

Zechs laughed. Well, it was nice to meet up with old friends. But he had other things in
mind, more important things. Perhaps they would -.

“Hey, have you heard about the Gundam Fight taking place here?”

Silence, as every single person there stared at Duo, mouths gaping open. (Well, not
Trowa, he forgot how to do that.) Then Zechs spoke up.

“The Gundam WHAT?!” He couldn’t believe it. Every single person knew that war was
over and mobile suits were destroyed! Gone! How could there be a Gundam here, much
less anywhere else in the world? Maybe he hadn’t heard Duo correctly. “Say that again,
Duo.”

“The Gundam Fight, that’s going to held here, in Neo Hong-Kong! That’s why I came
here! I just finished signing up!” Noin was getting suspicious. How could only Duo know
of this, and not them? Judging the fact that even Heero was astonished meant that the
Preventers didn’t know of this either! “Who told you about this?”

“Eh... from a very, very familiar person. I’ll spare you the details but while I was going to
visit Mariemaia and Une, I just happened to meet up with one of our old friends. His name is..”

-=+=-

“... Domon, so he’s here too, along with almost all of our players.... Perfect. With all this
energy going to be released soon, I will soon be able to recreate and reconstruct the
Devil.... and soon, I will be the ruler of the universe! With him under my command, none
shall oppose me! But first.....”

End Chapter

[SummerWolf]

That was nicer than a lot of Gundam things I'd seen, Master Insane, sir...

Half of this is written before 8, believe it or not. I also hope I didn't go OOC....writing about your favourites is a hard thing to do. =P

EDIT : Before I forget it again, thanks to Iris for pointing that out. *sweatdrops* I really should stop writing at two in the morning....or at least find a decent beta. Wharoo. Not that I can produce anything regularly enough to even ASK for a beta.



Once Upon a Fanfiction, Rapidly Nine

Aless woke up with a headache.

Sitting up on his bed, the first thing that popped into the young man’s head was: Whatever did Lynn use to drug him this time?

The second was a particular dream sequence he had while sleeping, of his father’s silhouetted figure falling to bloody swords, a woman’s name on his lips. He hadn’t has a dream like this ever since he’d learned how to turn torment into hatred. A bad mistake, as he’d recently learned.

The third and most thought-provoking thing was the other sequence in the dream. Why were Leaf and Celice chasing each other in that flower field? And what were they starting to do just before he woke?

And what caused him to fall in the first place? He vaguely remembered the throne room...a courier...severe faces...shocked faces…then blackness.

As Aless pondered these intellectual malarkeys, a series of raps sounded at the door, disrupting his thought processes. The blonde king grimaced. He was just starting to get a good, albeit murky, recollection of what was going on, and mister whoever-it-was just had to be interrupting it.

The annoying knocks sounded again. “Come in,” Aless called, frowning. One irrational side of his mind, the one that adamantly refused to grow up, was betting in favor of Lynn. The other side, affected by the former for far too long, had thrown its chips on Delmud. The paladin had remarked to Levin of this strange phenomenon during the war, and that discussion ended with Levin promising to recommend a good counseling sage after the war business was over. Aless wasn’t sure if he appreciated the whole situation himself.

The wooden door creaked open, slowly, as if the person behind it was more than a bit unsure of himself. The young king squinted. A tuft of spun gold appeared out of the door frame, and for a moment Aless felt quite elated that his rational side had won. Of course, said elation went away in a puff of smoke as soon as he realized that it wasn’t quite rational at all. He could almost hear the other side of his mind snicker.

The door creaked open a few inches more, and Aless frowned. Delmud either drank a shrinking potion or chopped his legs off, since the last time he checked; his cousin was taller than five feet. Delmud also had an infamous distaste for robes, and this visitor’s sleeves seemed to be made of such garment.

“Come in. I’m not going to bite,” Aless called again, shoving the arguing voices inside his head aside. They’d start bickering about who was right and who was wrong, and it’d begun to grow tiresome. He was already slightly annoyed at this visitor who refused to show himself.

After a few moments as if in indecision, the door swung open and out stepped a figure who wasn’t quite a boy nor a man, carrying a staff almost twice his height.

Aless facefaulted. “Corpul,” he stated. The young master of Edda wasn’t quite the person he’d expected to see.

“Good day, Lord Aless,” the boy greeted, a forced smile on his lips. He still had tons to learn about the many faces of poker, the Nodion king decided. Sometimes gambling as a mercenary could help being king. You never know.

“Drop that ‘Lord’ business. I’m king and you’re duke, but we’re in private and after all, you’re my brother-in-law.”

Corpul smiled. “Thank you, Sir Aless. Is Lynn well?”

”She’s doing much better than me, or so it looks. Is that why you’ve come? To see Lynn?” Both sides of his mind had agreed that it likely wasn’t the real reason, but they could be rather insane.

The boy shook his head lightly. “No, sir. It’d be nice to see my sister again, but my business here mostly concerns you, sir.”

“Drop the ‘sir’, too,” Aless commented, wondering what business it could be. As far back as he could remember, the pacifist Blagi boy seemed to be perpetually terrified of him, his black armor stained with red and the Mistortin drinking blood. Over time, he’d grow to accept the fact that Aless couldn’t help being a Black Knight of the Demon Sword, or the fact that his long-lost sister was in love with him. They were on good terms afterwards, but Aless could still feel the lingering fear in the back of the boy’s mind.

Then, one rather disconcerting possibility dawned on him. “Say, Corpul,” Aless started. “You’re not that counselor Levin talked about, are you?”

”Counselor?” Corpul asked, looking puzzled.

Aless suppressed a relieved sigh. He’d hear no end of it if Corpul was indeed the one. “Never mind that. So if it’s not Lynn, what brings you all the way here? It’s not exactly a short ride, even on dragon back.”

At this, his brother-in-law grew visibly discomfited. He fidgeted about nervously, kicking the air in apparent frustration. It wasn’t a good sign to see from the usually mellow Corpul.

“I think you may’ve heard about...the recent rumors regarding our old comrades, sir,” he finally said after a long break. “That’s the reason behind my coming.”

”Rumors?” Aless raised an eyebrow. “What rumors?”

Corpul, looking startled, blushed a deep shade of red and said nothing. The young king frowned. There had to be something of a disturbing magnitude going on, and he wanted to bang his head and the heads of his intelligence officers on a wall for not knowing. Judging from the blush and Corpul’s age, it had to be something scandalous. And if it was a dire enough matter to prompt a trip from Edda, it had to be something on an international scale, most likely involving Grandbell. And Corpul had specifically mentioned in was about their old comrades...

Suddenly, everything clicked together. His dreams. The courier. He had a faint recollection about what Leaf and Celice were doing just before he woke up, too.

Aless collapsed back to the bed with a loud thud.

“Sir Aless?”

Weakly waving a hand, the young king felt a sudden affinity for a long sleep. Preferably for a few weeks or so. “I just feel a little bit ill is all. So, about that rumor, what are you going to do about it?”

Corpul grabbed the Valkyrie staff in his hand, his face strong and determined. “I come to request permission to go the Blagi tower, sir. With escort. I’ve decided to find out the truth of this matter, straight from the gods themselves.”

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Lakche folded and refolded, read and reread the letter again and again. She’d lost count of the times she’d look at its message, contemplating, deciding, and that generally wasn’t a good sign. One of her virtues, as Shannan used to say, was her abilities to make quick, rational decisions, and she’d been reading Lynn’s letter for three hours straight.

The swordswoman saw the sense in what Lynn is proposing, saw it done many times, in fact. To be doing it herself...now, that was a whole matter entirely. She was trained in the sword and steel, the art of killing---it was something wildly different than she was used to. To even think about it sent chills down her spine.

Yet if it had to be done...

Glancing at the ring on her left hand, Lakche thought back to the day when Celice gave it to her. She’d protested quite a bit then, since giving her a sword would be much better than any ring that’d get scratched easily in battle. But then, the rose quartz carved in the form of an unfolding rose was exquisite...

A rose for a rose, he’d said.

While she didn’t exactly appreciate Celice going Johan on her, Yuria said her brother consulted her for days on end about what to give Lakche, being so distressed and flustered about it. That gave her a strange peaceful feeling, and the ring remained on her finger ever since. It might’ve been Yuria’s romantic notions that ended up in jewelry, but the intention was Celice’s.

And of course, he did add his own touches. Shannan didn’t train him all those years for nothing...and Lakche found it a pleasant surprise in one training session that the ring’s body was that of a Speed Ring, despite the rose quartz jewelry. That only added to her incentive for wearing it.

And now with that thing about Leaf and Celice...she’d almost kill him for it. She could certainly kill Leaf, if he was around. But if it could be disproved...or at least remedied…

Lynn said she’d be waiting at Edda in case they intend to pull it off. While she wasn’t all that sure about her own intentions, the swordswoman decided it was worth a try. Maybe in the talking some new ideas would turn up. One never knows.

Nodion’s dragon had long since flown off, but the horses in the stables were free to take. Even if she couldn’t fight on horseback, Lakche knew enough to ride a horse. And who to prevent the betrothed of Grandbell’s king from taking one of them to the House of his vassal?

Anything was worth a try.

[TogeKiD]

Like your other chapters, this one is wonderful!! ^.^