Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Girls ❯ Part1: Mission Received ( Chapter 1 )

Gundam Girls

Part 1: Mission Received

Quatre stared blankly at the glowing computer screen. The complex mission outlined before him stirred a feeling deep within him, one he could not quite describe. His hands clenched his tan trousers, soaking the fabric with his sweat. His heart beat increased with each line read and his mouth felt as dry as the desert. Only one thought crossed his mind as he read the message for the fourth time . . .

"Oh, shit."

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"Speak." Quatre couldn't help but smile. Heero always did get straight to the point.

"Heero, I need your help with our next mission." His smile had disappeared by the time he spoke those last three words. A strange sense of foreboding settled in the pit of his stomach whenever he even remotely thought of their next mission. The simple phrase became synonymous with fear and dread.

"What do you know about it that I don't?" Heero commanded rather than asked. Quatre already knew from an earlier conversation with Trowa that the others were given a rather truncated message. He could tell Heero was a bit irked at being left out of the loop. However, he was about to be pulled head-long into the whole mess, and he most likely wouldn't be happy about it.

"More than enough. Meet me tomorrow at the usual place to discuss details. What time can you be there?"

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The next day proved to be an unusually hot day for the little town in Arizona, with the sun sweltering and not a breeze to be found. For once, Quatre was glad for the stone architecture of the building he was entering. He was surprised the old house was still standing after being built so long ago. He decided not to think about it as the cool, musty air enveloped him, cooling his skin as the sweat covering his skin dried slowly. Quatre checked his watch. 13:59:50 . . . Right on time, and if he knew Heero, he'd already be waiting in the living room. Quatre made his way through the dusty and dim kitchen and dinner room, then climbed the three, blue-carpeted steps into the living room. There, sitting in the middle of the dust-covered floor, was Heero tapping away on his laptop, the light from the monitor illuminating his features.

"Good afternoon, Heero. I hope you haven't been waiting too long." He greeted cheerfully, despite the circumstances. Despite continually reassuring himself that the mission shouldn't be that difficult or as bad as he fears, the large ball of ice that had settled in his intestines, formed from his doubts, still refused to be dislodged or thawed.

"Quatre." Heero replied, not bothering to look up. Several keystrokes and a few clicks later, he turned his full attention to Quatre, who had dusted a spot on the floor and sat down with his feet tucked under him.

"How much do you know, Heero? About the mission?" Quatre idly drew simple designs in the dust as every possible contingency ran through his mind.

"Only that the five of us are to rendevous at a designated safe house in Violet City in one month and to wait for further instructions. I also know that there is an OZ base located on the edge of the city."

"It's not so much as a base, per se, but rather one of Treize's mansions. OZ has soldiers stationed within and around the mansion as well as throughout the city for his protection. Because of this, we are going to have to take some drastic measures to keep from getting captured. Let me explain . . ."

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"What?!?" The reaction was pretty much unanimous, though Duo was the one to give it voice. However, Quatre could easily read the expressions on the others faces. Wufei's face held a mixture of shock, disbelief, and fear, mirrored on the window's surface as he sat on the windowsill. Trowa's features were schooled to that of calm acceptance as he sat stiff-backed in the one lumpy, overstuffed, so-called easy chair, but his eyes, well, eye belied his true reaction of fear and dread. Duo was showing what everyone felt, only louder, jumping up from his lounging position on the ratty, old, foul-smelling, slightly listing sofa. Heero just blinked when Quatre had told him, a brief flash of . . . something passing in his eyes before returning to cold calculation once again. Now, he was facing his laptop across the room, doing who knows what, and leaving Quatre to do all the explaining. He didn't really mind, but some things were hard to talk about and Heero's ability to be blunt would have helped. Quatre rubbed the bridge of his nose as three pairs of eyes begged for an answer, or at least some sort of explanation.

It had been five hours since Quatre first arrived in the dismal, rundown townhouse that's acting as a safe-house for the five , young, Gundam pilots, and the sun had long since set. The building, though sturdy, was in quite a disarray, rooms filled with junk and filth, and undoubtedly infested with rodents and insects of various shapes and sizes. The only area remotely liveable was a large room on the top floor overlooking the street. The bay windows had long ago been boarded up, but a few planks had worked themselves loose over the years, letting sun filter through the filthy grime on the windows. There was little furniture occupying the capacious area, consisting of a dilapidated couch, something that resembled an easy chair, and an old school desk. The floor was covered in so much dust and dirt, Quatre first thought it was a carpet. After a bit of looking around, he found a working, albeit disgusting, bathroom adjacent to the room. Dissatisfied with the current condition of the temporary living quarters (it made his skin crawl), Quatre spent the afternoon cleaning and scrubbing the two rooms as best he could, his blue denim overalls and tee-shirt grimy from his efforts. He had just barely finished when Heero arrived, wearing a similar outfit with the addition of a red plaid shirt and a baseball cap, driving a truck full of supplies. During the last month, Heero had been letting his hair grow out and it was now long enough to pull back in a small ponytail. It was arduous, but the two of them managed to get all the boxes and trunks up to the top floor and ditch the truck before the other three arrived, though the extra hands would have helped.

Now, tired, frustrated, and nursing a migraine, Quatre began to explain, in minute detail, their new mission to the other three pilots.

"Duo, please sit back down. Believe me, it's not my idea to disguise ourselves as girls for an indeterminable amount of time. However, I see no other way around it. As ridiculous as it sounds, it makes perfect sense."

"Perfect sense my ass!" Duo exclaimed. He had returned to the couch, sitting with his arms crossed and an indignant expression on his face. "We've never had to do something this drastic before!"

"Which is why they won't be expecting it, Duo." Heero spoke calmly from behind him.

"Drastic times do call for drastic measures. Surely even you can see that, Maxwell." Wufei scowled into the window.

"You can't be serious, Wufei!" Duo had risen again, "I thought you out of all of us would be the most against this!"

"We have no other choice, Maxwell! If you'd just open your eyes and look at the facts you'd understand that!" Wufei shouted, jumping to his feet.

"Please stop fighting!" Quatre pleaded, stepping between the two boys, "It only gets worse from here on in and fighting amongst ourselves is not going to help!"

Resigning to reason, they returned to their seats, looking elsewhere than each other. Quatre gently sat down on one of the steamer trunks behind him with a sigh, running his hand through his gritty hair.

"Quatre," Trowa spoke softly, settling further into the decrepit chair. Quatre looked up at the taller boy who seemed to be sinking into the superfluous stuffing, the gaudy shirt he was wearing surprisingly blending in with the stain-saturated upholstery. Quatre would have giggled at the spectacle if the tension in the room wasn't quite so thick, "please continue."

Quatre gave a small sigh, crossing his legs ever so lady-like. He gently massaged his temple with one finger while he thought on his next words. However, it was Heero who spoke next.

"Before we continue, I think it's best to make sure we are all clear on the purpose of this mission. Duo, you start."

"Fine," Duo huffed, directing his glare at his shoes since Heero was out of his line of sight. "From what I gathered, we're here because this is the central point between several OZ bases that we are suppose to destroy. We'll be notified intermittently when and where to strike throughout an undetermined time. During that time, we are to go under cover and attend one of these private schools this city's so famous for. But, since Treize has a mansion on the city limits, resulting in OZ soldiers being stationed all over the city, we must disguise ourselves. Even though the chances of them looking under their very noses for us are slim to nil, there is still a chance we could be recognized as we are. And the odds of them even thinking of looking for us in a girls' school as girls are microscopic."

"Good."

"But why girls?!?" Everyone groaned. "Why can't we just disguise ourselves as other boys? Or some of us boys, like me, and some of us as girls?"

"Duo . . ." Quatre held his hand to his forehead.

"Besides, the other students are bound to notice a few things are not quite right. And what about dorm rooms? And showers? And . . . and . . ."

"Calm down, Duo! All of that has been taken into consideration. We've figured out how to take care of some things, and the rest we'll just have to be extra careful. And besides, the way we'll be disguised will be so convincing, the possibility that we might be Gundam pilots won't even enter anyone's minds." Quatre tried to assure him, as well as the others. This decision had by no means been made lightly, and all possible contingencies had been considered. Between him, Heero, and Iria, they had managed to take care of just about all of the foreseeable problems. There was just one problem they couldn't take care of without an irreversible operation. Unfortunately, it just happened to be one of the biggest problems they had to face.

"How so?" Two simple words, spoken as soft as silk, captured Quatre's attention. He turned to look at the green-eyed pilot who had spoken them.

"Well, with hormone shots and practice, mostly." Quatre's cheeks began to redden. "The hormone shots will make us more feminine, but we'll have to practice acting like girls to make it more believable." He was now fully flushed and staring at his hands, which were folded on his lap.

"We should start by calling each other by our undercover names." Heero began typing frantically on his laptop, bringing up a list of names and copies of the school applications. "Trowa, you are now Tracy Barlow. Quatre, you're Katrina Williams. Wufei, you're Wanda Chan. Duo, you're Duet Maxwell. And I'm Helen Young. Everyone got that?"

"Duet?? What kind of name is Duet?!? Who picked these names anyway?" Duo received his answer through a glare from Heero, and shrank back into the couch. "I just *had* to ask," he muttered to himself.

"Anyone else have a problem with their name?" Heero dared anyone to complain. None was forth coming. "Good. It's too late to change them anyhow. The school applications have already been sent."

Everyone sat in silence for a while, digesting the new information. Heero and Quatre mulled over what they already knew and prepared themselves for the coming questions and objections.

"Alright then, Katrina, tell us more about these hormone shots. What will they do and what should we expect?" Duo broke the silence as he reclined into a more comfortable position on the couch, giving in to reason at last.

"Well, the details are rather complicated, but I can tell you what changes you should expect. For example, we'll grow breasts," Quatre's blush returned, "roughly two sizes smaller than any female relatives."

"Katrina, you, Tracy, and Wanda are the only ones who have, or even remember any female relatives." Duo reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. Your best guess is to imagine what would be accurately proportional to your body's frame. But you won't really know till they grow in completely. Besides that, body fat will be redistributed, rounding out your hips and reshaping your legs, particularly the thighs. Body hair will become finer and less noticeable, except for eyebrows, eyelashes, and such. Energy and muscles decrease, however plenty of exercise will take care of that. Skin will become softer and more supple. And . . ."

"Yeah, yeah, we get the idea. What I want to know is what's going to happen with our, you know, package?" Duo, ever blunt, got right to the point.

"I was just getting to that, Duo." Quatre rubbed the back of his neck. His blushed had deepened, creeping down his neck, and his hands became damp. This was not going to be easy.

"They'll shrink. More specifically, your testicle and penile skin. This makes your 'package', as you put it, less noticeable and easier to hide." Heero answered for him. Quatre silently thanked him. Everyone else were too aghast to say anything.

"Don't worry, everything's reversible, plus there is a way to keep your, uh, skin from shrinking too much. You just have to, um, how should I put this . . ." Quatre worried a button on his shirt as he thought of a tactful way to put things.

"You'd have to 'encourage' erections. In other words, jack off at least once a day. However, the hormone injections will also decrease the occurrence of spontaneous erections and decrease your sex drive." Heero said this without so much as flinching, his tenacity surprising even Quatre. No one made eye contact, somewhat uncomfortable with the current subject. Surprisingly, Wufei was the one to break the unbearable silence.

"What . . . what will this do to us . . . emotionally? I mean, women's emotions fluctuate often."

"He's got a point. And what about periods? I know we can't have them, but could we at least emulate them somehow?" Trowa added, speaking easily, considering.

"The hormone levels will differ from week to week specifically to resemble a menstrual cycle. Our emotions will probably be bouncing of the walls for the first week or so, till we get used to the changes, but we will be more sensitive and emotional than we're used to." Quatre was beginning to relax a bit, now that most of the details were out in the open. More or less.

"We should start taking the injections now. Katrina, where are they?" Heero turned to the blonde youth, waiting for directions.

"Oh! They're in a little fridge under the sink in the bathroom over there," he pointed to a door to Heero's left. "There should be enough for two weeks, just long enough till we get into the school."

"And once we're there? How will we get our shots without it looking suspicious?" Wufei asked.

"The school's doctor is on our side. She'll be administering the shots once we're inside." Quatre informed them as Heero fetched the supplies. He returned shortly with five syringes, each marked with a different color, cotton balls, and rubbing alcohol.

"Each shot has been calibrated to work specifically with our own body's chemistry, so remember your color and try not to get them mixed up. Otherwise, they might not work or there could be an adverse reaction." Quatre explained as Heero handed out the syringes, matching the colors to each pilot. The purple, he handed to Duo, the green to Trowa, the yellow to Wufei, the blue to Quatre, and the red he kept.

"So that's why you needed our blood." Wufei offered.

"Yes, exactly." Quatre was glad things were going so well, he had almost forgotten what was next.

"The best places for the injection are the hip or the inner thigh. I will help administer the shots until you can do them yourself or until we reach the school." Heero told them, sitting back at his laptop, but facing the others for objections. There were none. Duo, Trowa, and Wufei just sat there staring at the liquid filled syringes and tried not to think of a needle-wielding Heero Yuy.

"Who's first?" The simple question caused the room to fill with tense silence. Even Heero, who uttered the two words, would speak no further, nor move till he had his answer. After a moment, it came in a whisper.

"I, uh, I guess I'll go first." Quatre bravely walked over to Heero and handed him the blue-capped syringe.

"Hip or thigh?" Heero asked him, taking the syringe and placing on the table.

"Uh, hip, I guess." Quatre's blush had returned, making him wonder how much more he would do so once the hormones take affect. Heero opened the bottle of alcohol and wet one of the cotton balls while Quatre untucked his shirt and unfastened his pants. He turned slightly to allow Heero access to his right hip. He held his shirt up as Heero slid down his pants and boxers a few inches and swabbed an area on Quatre's upper right cheek. All eyes were on Heero as he uncapped the needle and prepped the syringe. Quatre couldn't watch as Heero inserted the needle into the meat of his hip, moving it slightly to make sure it wasn't hitting any arteries. Quatre squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the sting of the needle sliding around with each little movement. A numbness spread from the needle, as the contents were emptied into him. It was over quickly, a sigh of relief nearly escaping Quatre's lips as Heero bandaged the small hole. Quatre gave the others a reassuring smile as he returned to his seat, nearly forgetting to re-fasten his pants.

"Next." Heero called, already wetting a new cotton ball. Trowa silently approached, handing Heero his syringe and making quick work of his jeans to expose his right hip. Heero worked with precision as he quickly repeated the actions he performed on Quatre. Unlike the fair-haired pilot, Trowa watched with fascination as the needle pricked his skin and invaded his body, still as a statue. Instead of returning to the chair once Heero had finished, Trowa decided instead to lean against the wall connecting to the bathroom.

Heero didn't have to call for the next person, as Wufei was already there, ready and waiting to get the whole ordeal over with. Wufei also opted for the hip, and faced no one as Heero performed the task. He couldn't allow anyone to see his embarrassment from Heero's prodding. Once done, Wufei returned solemnly to his perch on the window sill, eyes downcast to avoid anyone's gaze.

"You guys, or should I say girls, are nuts." Duo shook his head in disbelief. "I mean, how many of you don't sleep on your side?" The others exchanged looks, but remained silent. "Thought so." Duo said smugly.

"Duet." Heero called, tired of waiting for the braided blunder to shut up and come get his shot.

"Hm? Oh, right. It's my turn to get stung by the queen bee." Duo joked as he stood. He was met with a glare from the 'queen bee', but it disappeared as Duo stripped out of his pants and stood between his knees. With a sly grin, Duo propped his right leg up on Heero's knee, and pushed back his boxers to reveal his inner thigh. "I'm all yours, Yuy. Take your best shot."

Heero calmly re-wet the cotton ball he was holding, then swiftly lifted Duo's leg over his own left shoulder, holding it in place with his left hand on Duo's thigh. Duo was caught so off guard that he was speechless. Heero deftly continued his work, even with one hand. At one point, he glanced up at Duo. His eyes were wide, his mouth hung open, and a brilliant red blush covered his face as he stared at Heero. Returning his attention back to where it belonged, the corner of Heero's mouth curved upward ever so slightly. Despite his calm demeanor, Heero had been deeply affected by Duo's actions, and even now his own. His heart beat with the roar of the ocean in his ears, his temperature rose with the heat of a thousand suns, and it took all his will power to keep from blushing like a school girl who just received attention from her crush. His training kept his hands from trembling and his breath even. However, he was not able to control his sweaty palms. He managed to finish without incident, but a wet palm print remained on Duo's outer thigh once he let go. Fortunately for Heero, Duo was too stunned to notice, and the others had found something else to give their attention to during the whole ordeal. Heero patiently waited for Duo to move. He looked up at Duo, for the alternative was to stare at the crotch not ten inches from his face.

"Want me to 'kiss it and make it better?'" Heero managed to say with a straight face. Duo scoffed angrily and jerked his leg off Heero's shoulder, making him lose his balance and knock Heero forward. The two grabbed each other for support, which resulted in them landing on the floor with two 'oof!'s and a thud. This brought the attention of the other three boys. Quatre tried hard not to laugh at the position the two had landed in. Duo was on his back, his right leg had managed to get hooked around Heero's waist. His hands still clutched Heero's plaid shirt. Heero had landed on top of Duo, his ass up in the air, and his nose buried in Duo's bellybutton. He was still holding Duo's waist as he slowly sat up. As he did so, Duo let go and moved his leg to the floor, placing a hand to his already aching head. He tried to sit up, but found Heero straddling his left leg.

"Helen, get off. You're heavy." Duo said as he wiggled his leg. Heero quickly got up and offered Duo a hand, who gladly accepted. Both back on their feet agin, they noticed that the others were once again engrossed with whatever it was they found so fascinating mere moments ago.

"Think they noticed?"

"Hm . . ." Heero studied the three teenagers, who pretended not to hear what Duo said. "Yes."

"What makes you so sure?" Duo asked, playing along.

"Katrina's holding her stomach from trying not to laugh, and she's staring at the floor. Wanda is 'looking' through a boarded up window and sweating profusely. Tracy's legs are crossed, and she is staring at the holes in the wall." Heero stated, as if giving a weather report. The three now stared at them with shock and embarrassment painted on their faces. Duo laughed and flopped onto the couch once again, not bothering to put his pants back on. Heero returned to the desk to take his own shot, while the others hung their heads in embarrassment.

"What now, Katrina?" Duo asked, breaking the unbearable silence.

"Well, after Helen has, uh her shot, I figured we'd start on, uh, makeup." Quatre rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He looked up just in time to see Heero's overall's pool around his feet. He wasn't sure if he should look away or not, even as a blush crept across his cheeks. With his plaid shirt on, no one could really see if Heero had any underwear on or not. Duo stared openly, while Trowa watch Quatre instead, while Wufei simply denied the existence of anyone else in the room besides himself, his arms firmly clamped around his chest, as if warding off a chill.

Heero felt Duo's heated gaze as he propped his left leg upon the stool. He deliberately took longer than was necessary to complete his task, but the look he briefly caught on Duo's face was well worth it. Rather than bother with the overalls, he buttoned up the large shirt, which gave ample covering. He finished the top buttons as he unceremoniously sat down on the stool.

"Well ladies, shall we get started?"