[AU][Tiny Fic][This is not the AU you are looking for]
Somehow, Yoko felt, something was a little... off.
She couldn't quite place her finger on it, like a nagging itch just out of reach. A cursory glance around did nothing to allay or prove the suspicions: the skies were clear aside from the odd white fluffy cloud, and lacking that high keening noise that meant a fight was rapidly and suddenly about to land on them. Closer to ground level, the kids rested safely - for certain definitions of the term, she supposed - with Leron in the cabin drilled to the back of the Gurren, and the proud gunmen itself strode along as usual, both cockpits occupied and the black spiked monocle glinting in the sun.
Wait.
Back up, she thought hurriedly, and looked again; just as quickly, the focus of her ill feeling came sharply into view. As panic started to settle in, as one foot raised to start running, and as her mouth opened to yell, it had to be then of all times that the low droning whine that did signal an enemy incursion had to pipe through the air. So she ducked and rolled and sprang to one side and took cover because god damn it, whatever the fuck else was going on she was a soldier and staying alive was very definitely what the cool kids did. As the wave of airborne dust kicked up by the enemy Gunmen's landing washed over the scenery, she could dimly see Gurren's cockpit opening up for the traditional warm-up shout, and that was about the point she decided curling up into a ball would be the high point of the day.
A hat emerged first, closely followed by the cane and cravat, and then the hand daintily clutching a teacup with the little finger extended. "I say, sir," remarked the blue-haired man, "But I rather think you have gotten some dust on my vehicular mode of travel. I should rather demand an apology, or else I shall be forced to look disapprovingly at you, and you would rather not have that happen." He brought the cup and saucer up to sip at the rim; some things never changing, the sound came out more as a lengthy 'sluuurp'.
Yoko very dimly had enough presence of mind to blame that damn camp before the enemy Gunmen attacked; the monocle popped off in surprise as Gurren stumbled backwards, attempting to regain its balance. Two more vicious punches from the horned beastman craft followed up, then a vicious kick that impacted with the ankles of the Gurren and sent it backwards into a rock pillar in a cloud of dust and pebbles and Yoko had to take cover again to escape it and she was going to find that camp against some day and blast it to kingdom co--
"I say, I say, I say!" cut in the voice, from somewhere above. Resplendent in his tuxedo, coat-tails billowing in the wind, flanked above by the young but courageous boy with a peak cap and mud all over his face, Kamina adjusted his top hat and pointed down at the Gunmen from the perch that they had occupied while everyone else had been unable to see through the cloud of rockdust. Somehow, Yoko knew, her mind's eye should have been seeing a sunflare behind them; right now, however, all she could discern was a light drizzle. "That was below the belt a bit, don't you think?" he yelled in a manner that suggested the Gunmen maybe think it over quietly one afternoon in the study. "Not exactly giving us a sporting chance, you know. Whom, exactly, do you think you are addressing?"
Piped the boy: "We are the Great Gurren Brigade, guv'nor! Praad leaders'v'th'daft'n'barmy!"
"We will politely ask reason if it would mind moving into the gutter for a quick second, where it will be no bother!"
That was about when Yoko shot them both.
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There would be more but I have to go home now.
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