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A Los Angeles Tale...	By : MissReiFaun Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Los Angeles Tale

Inspiration(s): Not based
on anything in particular, but here are many inspirations...

Author: Miss Rei Faun

Anime: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing

Type of Fanfic: Alternative Universe; set in LA in the present (high school drama)

Genre: Drama/Comedy/Romance
(some chapters have more comedy then drama)

Couple(s): OC x HS; DM x
HS

Yaoi Yuri or Het:
Yuri and later Het

Original Characters: A
lot...

Notes/Warnings: Well...it�s
a Gundam Wing story and my first fanfic
with an NC-17 rating (but I�m a slow writer so by the time I get to THAT part,
I�ll probably be almost 18...). This stars my favorite couple (but nothing
happens between them until the middle of the story...). Many of the characters
of GW will be here and there are some small subplots. Despite the content that
will be in it (look at the rating), the story�s not that dark. A bunch of humor
will be in it, too. Think of it as �Great Expectations� (the movie) mixed with
�Not Another Teen Movie� and �Family Guy.�

So it�s a high school
drama with me making fun of high school stereotypes (well, some anyway).

Then there�s the bunch
of songs featured...

Most of the OC are the
characters� family members and friends (and you�ll be seeing a lot of them...)

I don�t know when
schools and breaks began or end in LA, so I�m just making that up..

And if Duo�s more
serious than he needs to be (aka OOC), I�m sorry

Rating: NC-17 for lemons, angst, some drugs, sadness, and
mentioning of rape.

Chapter Rating: PG-13
(for language)

Disclaimer: GW belongs to
Sunrise/Bandai; and all my inspirations come from their respected owners...

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April 4^th...

Spring
break sadly had ended. Now everyone was to go back to school.

School
buses would rein the school streets once again.

Then there�s homework....

�All right!� A little red-haired girl shouted with triumph.
She held up her typed paper and smiled. �I finally finished my paper about
spring break!�

�But Ana! Spring break is over,� a smaller red-haired boy
replied.

The girl
known as Ana�one of the many names short for Anastasia�turned to him and
smiled. �Mrs. Harrison wanted us to write about it while we�re experiencing it. I just wrote what
happened yesterday.�

�...Oh.� The eight year old boy looked down at the paper for
a moment. �But I dun wanna go back to school!!!� He
whined.

�I know,
but look on the bright side, Nikolai.
We only have seven more weeks to go...�

�Yeah...seven more weeks....� Nikolai �Nicholas�sighed miserably...

Suddenly
the eleven year old girl stood up and cheered, �Now repeat after me!�

The boy
looked at her with na�ve, beady eyes. �Okie...�

�I, Anastasia
O�Malley Trotsky!�

�I, Nicholas O�Malley Trotsky...�

�Will survive!�

�Will sufive...�

�These last seven years of school
before summer break!!�

�The last seven
years o� school before sum�r break.� The boy looked
up at her. �Now what?�

She then pointed
up in the air and shouted, �Now let�s go kick some last-seven-weeks-of-school
booty!!!!�

�...Yay...�

--------

At
another house....

Down at the
house�s basement, the alarm clock went extremely off at exactly 7:15am.

And then that very clock was thrown
at the wall, smashed into about a dozen pieces of scrap metal....

Suddenly a red-haired lady opened
the door and yelled, �For god sakes, Duo! It�s freakin�
seven!�

�I wanna
stay home!� came out a muffled reply...

The lady scoffed. �Well maybe you
should�ve stayed home all last week instead of who knows where...and getting stoned�again!�

�Blah-blah-blh-blh-blh-blah!� That voice babbled... �Bitch
bitch bitch...�

The lady quietly shut the door.
�Okay...well....I got that CD of�what was that band
you like? Oh yes! KoЯn! That�s their name.
Well, it�s going right to the trash bag....�

All of a sudden, there was muffled
large stomping on the stairs, followed by a crash, followed by explicit
cursing....

...And out crashed in a very fucked up guy with a very fucked up long braid....

This guy is Duo....Duo Maxwell...

...You know...that guy....he rides
on a large, spooky-looking robot (gundam) on the
anime Gundam Wing....

....He was unfortunately paired
with some other dude.....

....Never mind....

Anyway, the lady shouted a very
fake squeal of joy... �Well, if it isn�t my only druggie son!!! Wheee!�

Duo just looked at the lady (his
mom) like she was completely fucked up...or something....

--------

Half an hour later...

Duo was out
of the bathroom, fully (....) groomed and dressed with his black hoody and his baggy pants. He was just walking though
another room in which his young fifteen year old cousin was sharing.

And then some corny song from Gwen Stefani ended up piercing his eardrums enough to make them
bleed...

If I was a rich girl...

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-naaa!

I would get all the money in the
world,

If I was a wealthy girl!

Duo heard
this song for the umpteenth time from his cousin...

�Ey! Cut that down, will ya?!�

The dreaded song kept going...

�I SAID shut that damn thing down!�

And suddenly, a red-haired (see the
pattern here?) girl with blond strands, flower-decorated nails,
and....glitter...peeked out. �I don�t have to!� And quickly went back...pissing
off Duo...

�You WHAT?!�

His next resort: banging the door down....

�If you don�t turn that damn thing
down, I�m gonna rip our fuckin�
head off and feed it to those damn monkeys!�

�You�re not gonna
do SHIT, so you can just go and TALK to the hand!�

�WHAT?!!�

�You heard me you mother fuck��

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Duo�s mom and grandmother were
sitting downstairs in the dining room, drinking coffee...

...And hearing the shouting from
the teenagers.

�Oh my,� sighed the worried
grandmother. �They awfully fight a lot, do they?�

�Heh...�

�Strange music, too...�

�That�s what you said about the
music I used to listen to, mom...�

�Well, Lizzie. You and your brother
used to fight a lot�him fighting over�what was that band called again?�

�AC/DC, mom.�

�And you liked...�

Lindsey (Duo�s mom, by the way)
O�Malley Maxwell groaned exasperatedly, �Mom!! It was George Michael, mom!
George Michael! I don�t care if he�s gay! He was straight to me!!� And then she
sat back down, getting ready to cry...

Mrs. Sarah O�Malley (grandmother),
no more than fifty-seven, sat there, staring at her thirty-eight year old
daughter.... �Well!�

All of a
sudden...

�MOM!!!!�

�AUNT LIZ!!!!�

Duo and his cousin, Nellie
O�Malley, both red in rage, stood there...

�Well hello, children!� Mrs. O�Malley
smiled. �Are you two ready to go back to school?�

�....No...�

�I�m very sorry, children, but look
on the bright side!�

�What bright
side, granny?!� Nellie whined.

�Well�� The elder lady thought for
a moment, �You guys now only have a few more weeks of school left.�

Duo grinned. �Yep!
And it�s my last few weeks of school EVER!� And then he turned to Nellie, �And
YOU have three more goddamn years of hell to go!� And then he started laughing,
being as cruelly to her as possible.... (the poor
girl�s tears were welling up...)

�Well, see you later, everybody!�
He grinned before grabbing his book bag and skedaddled out of there.

�Hey! Wait for me!� Nellie cried.

As they left, Lindsey grinned and
ran to the radio.

�Lizzie! What are you doing?!�
Sarah cried.

Lindsey put on one of her tapes
and:

Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to
make me cry!

�Don�t you see, mom?! The kids are
gone and now I can dance to my tune!!�

�Lizzie?�

�Yeah?�

�You have to go to work, you
know...�

�Shit!�

--------

The red car (often being compared
to a �little red corvette�...) was like a treasure to Lindsey and Duo. It was
his dad�s before he was killed and Duo convinced (and it was hard work, too)
Lindsey to take it.

Well, today, Duo ended up having to
pick of his little cousins (the two kids at the beginning) and drop them off.

And THEN he had to pick of his
three friends (well, two of them...one is more like an �arch enemy.�)

�Hello Duo and Nellie!� A red-haired
woman greeted as the car stopped by Anastasia�s and Nicholas� house.

�Hey, Aunt
Marie!� Nellie shouted. She�s their mother (and as you will find out
later, the only normal child of Sarah
O�Malley)

�Well they should be here shortly��

�Nellie!�
Nicky shouted. �Guess what happened in Yu-Gi-Oh,
yesterday?�

�.....Do I care?� she simply asked.
�I don�t watch cartoons anymore!�

�Well, you should!�

Marie giggled.

�C�mon, Nicky!
We gotta go!� Ana shouted as she
ran to the car.

�Hey, Nastasia,�
Duo said.

�Hello!�

And so the car drove off.

And then that hamster dance song
came on the radio.

�All right!�
Ana cheered. �It�s the Hamster Dance Song!�

�Yay!� Nicky shouted.

Duo and Nellie looked at the
children as if they were retarded...

�Hey! A truck!�
Nicky shouted.

Duo turned around and a truck was
headed straight for them!

�Oh SHIT!�

�OH GOD!!� Nellie shouted!

The car immediately screeched back
to its right lane.

�Why don�t you
watch where you�re fuckin driving?!!� She
screamed,

�SHUT UP!� He screamed back!

The kids however were to bust
jamming to the hamster dance song to hear their older cousins cussing each
other out...

--------

Finally, the car reached the kids�
elementary school.

�All right!
Hop out kiddes,� Duo simply said.

�We�re not kiddies!� Ana protested.

�You are to me.�

�Whatever...c�mon, Nick!�

�Coming!�
Nicky quickly hopped out and the two ran off.

The hamster song kept going...

As soon as the kids were gone, Duo
quickly shut of the radio!

�Oh thank fucking god!� Nellie
groaned.

�Song was fucking weird...� Duo
muttered.

�Was that Nick and Ana running off
just now?�

The two turned to see a blond boy.

�Quatre!� Nellie shouted in a sing-song voice...

�Hi, Nellie,� Quatre
R. Winner smiled.

�Quatre,
what are you doing here?� Duo asked. �I mean, your driver usually takes you...�

�Well, I wanted to hang out with
you guys,� he answered. �The others are coming over.�

�Well, that�s just great!� Nellie
grinned. �Like, I�ll finally get to see what�s inside crazy head of Heero�s!�

�Oh I�m afraid it�s not that
simple,� Quatre giggled.

Duo stared at his cousin, and then
he muttered, �Excuse me.� He walked out the car and walked to a bush.

And the he threw up!

Three other guys walked to them.
(Which are Heero, Trowa and
Wufei...)

�What�s wrong with him?� Trowa asked.

Wufei
looked at Duo for a moment and then he turned to Heero.
�I think your name was mentioned....�

--------

�So, Trowa!� Nellie began, facing back. �I see you�re
doing some Shakespeare play or whatever
the hell it is...�

�Well, it�s just an audition...�

�Oh...�

The car was almost there to Mitchell
High School (I made up the name...)
...their school...

�How was your spring break by the way?�

�It was peaceful...� Wufei answered. �...until just last Saturday...�

At that, Trowa
glanced at Heero, and then at Duo. �Yeah.�

�YOU guys must be excited about
having only a few more weeks of school left before college...� Nellie stated.

�Yep.� Wufei simply answered...

�I feel bad about Relena, though,� Quatre�s face
fell. �She�s a junior and she�ll be all alone next year...�

�She�ll be all right,� Trowa reassured him. �If anything happens, Heero will come down and kill the harasser.�

Heero
glared at Trowa, slight blushing...

�Hmm...� Nellie sat back. �I wanna listen to Nelly...�

�Hell no!�
Duo protested.

�Why not?!�

�Because he�s
stupid!�

�You know what? I think Fred Durst
is stupid!�

�And thing�s just got chaotic...� Trowa smiled.

Duo smirked. �Well, I think Usher
is a retard!�

Nellie gasped. �You take that
back!!�

�Nope!�

�Take it back!�

�Hell no!�

�Take it!�

�N-O!�

�Take it back goddamn it!�

�NO!�

�Duo?� Quatre interrupted.

�What?!�

�You�ve just passed the school...�

�....Fuck...�

(A/N: Well, that was fun...well stay tuned to the next chapter.)
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