[FANFICTION] Gundamn (1/1)
Title: Gundamn
Author: jongwan&
baka_tenshi
Rating: PG
Warnings: This is a dumb OTP. Don't lose braincells.
Summary: From the mind of an unusually smart person comes unusually strange fantasies.
Author's Notes: This is a gem, in my opinion. jongwanwrote the beginning half and
baka_tenshifinished the second. This is Tablo's wedding and a baby shower gift, so naturally it would be in his point of view. We hope he and his beloved fans would love it as much as we had fun writing it. :)
Words: 1,837
Gundamn
By Peekay and LilyChan
I arrived in Tokyo. Even though sometimes I'm a little iffy with Japan, there is one thing I am definitely not iffy with: Gundams. Their smooth steel legs and well-defined faces; their weapons, which were as graceful as deadly -- how could anyone not like Gundam?
Right away I set off to Akihabara where the Gundam should be. I like to pride myself on being fully multilingual but sometimes it's tough when you're labeled a genius. My Japanese is still rough around the edges so when I asked for directions to Akihabara, I accidentally asked for directions to their pants.
That got me exactly where I didn't want to go -- nowhere and a slap on the face.
By then it got dark and I decided to check in for the night. This bag I was carrying around for a while from the airport was starting to take its toll on my back.
Go to hotel, check in, take elevator to the sixth floor, go in room, plop down bag on floor, and collapse on bed.
I stared at the ceiling for a while as my back recovered and my feet rested from the ground. After several minutes of lazying around, I decided to unpack my bags next. I carefully took out my transformers, a few pieces of my lucky lego collection and the most important of all, my model Deathscythe that sort of resembled the new one just recently erected in Japan!
I stared into its steely eyes for a moment. "Oooh, you cold bitch," I muttered to myself, "I would pilot you any day."
By the time I was done putting them on the dresser next to me, I decided to rest for the night. There was still all day tomorrow to look. I closed my eyes and went under the covers. I was beginning to drift off when I heard a deep, serious voice.
"Hey, get up."
Bleary-eyed, I pushed myself up and tried to reach for a phone to call security, except for some reason my arms wouldn't move after that. The young man had messy brown hair, piercing blue eyes and a very serious, detached expression.
"Thought there'd be one last person here. It's been a long time, Tablo," he greeted.
Holy shit, I thought to myself. How did this punk know my name? After some attempts and tries, I managed to make very slurry, lispy, haphazard demand.
"Who're you and whath thdo you wan? Ath you can..."
"It makes no difference. This place is gonna blow and unless you trust me, we're both going to die," he replied in a very matter-of-fact tone, like it happened everyday in his life.
All going to die? Did North Korea take over while I was asleep or something? No way that could be happening, this was Japan! After that thought, I heard a loud wizzing sound going by until a huge explosion could be heard.
I clumsily reached out an arm,
"Fine. Juth get me out of here. Oh and can you take my Gundamth and tanthformerths and legoth too? I..." I started
"All ready packed."
"Coo. Thanthks."
He then picked me up, my bag in another arm, and ran with me all the way down. I couldn't help but think I'd seen this guy and his weird build before. Was it when I was saving the world from The Big Cheese? Was it from when the force was with me? Or was it when I was trying to stop that dastardly Batman from his crimes?
But you know, you do feel uncomfortable when someone you don't know just picks you up in a hotel room and runs off with you under his pale, muscular-yet-skinny arms. Oddly attractive arms. The kind you'd only see in anime.
He leapt over a building. I screamed because I was scared, but it was kind of cool too! Then we stopped in front of something metal and he dropped me onto the floor.
"Ow. You could at least put me down properly," I complained as I got up off the floor and brushed off the dirt.
He ignored me but was instead dramatically looking up. Up to where, I wondered? So I looked up too.
I screamed.
"HOLY SHIT! THAT'S A GUNDAM! ARE WE AT AKIHABARA?"
"Will you shut up?" demanded the mystery guy.
"BUT IT'S A GUNDAM," I screamed.
He rolled his eyes at me and I guess I was in full fanboy mode by now. It really was a gundam and it looked much larger than I imagined it to be. And were those wings from the classic Wing Zero from the Gundam Wing series? I felt my brain breaking but my fanboying going into overdrive.
"A-am I dreaming?" I asked weakly.
"Yes."
Suddenly mass explosions were heard from the horizon. The mystery guy swiftly turned around and panicked.
"Can you get up?" he asked urgently.
"O-of course! Will I get to ride in your gundam?" I asked giddily.
"Yes."
I moved my arms and for some reason they worked this time. I got up and stood next to mystery guy.
"Oh hey, bad time for a question, but... are you who I think you are?" I asked.
"I said it's not important," he said coldly, in a brush-off sort of manner.
He took me around the waist again and we leapt up into the cockpit of his gundam. He pulled around some levers. At this point, I was the equivalent of a squeeing Japanese schoolgirl. I could hear noises you could only hear from sci-fi films. Even if this guy was an axe murderer, I thought to myself -- at least I'm in a Gundam.
At least I'll die in style.
But who was that strange, emotionless kid? And never mind he spoke perfect English, how and where the hell did he get a Gundam? I thought those weren't invented yet, and I wanted one too. I became a big celebrity rapstar in Korea just to afford a life-sized Gundam one day.
That’s why I kept my action figures in a special case - why I never wanted Mithra Jin and Tukutz to go near them. I knew how the economy worked, I am a genius after all, and I knew my precious action figures would only rise in value. Once they’re at its highest, and once the Gundams have actually been invented, I can cash those in. Oh, life would be sweet.
I smiled bigger in anticipation of the inevitable when I realized the young man had started the Gundam. I would know, I’m a genius - unlike the idiot fan girls and fan boys of the series, I actually pay attention to little details like that.
Because of the rumbling noise, I grabbed to whatever I could and braced myself. I yelled out loud, this had to be a dream! I mean, I know that kid told me it was but it couldn’t if I could feel the rumble of the Gundam! There were no earthquakes in Japan! Even if they were, it’s not like anyone died in them, right?
I felt so elevated, even though the aerodynamics was similar of that of an airplane; but the fact I was in a Gundam somehow made it much more special. Somehow it was that much more exciting. I let out a breath I didn’t know I held as I heard the machines groan, whine, and moan. I could seriously drown myself in this fantasy if I didn’t hear the sound of something hitting the precious Wing Zero, this beautiful, rare, one of a kind Gundam.
Maybe it was rain?
“Damn it,” I heard the kid pilot mutter in front of me. He mumbled something about duos or whatever. I couldn’t pay attention. I was lost in this wonderful world of Gundam. What it was like to be in such a rare machine.
“Eat this!” he said as he pushed the Gundam forward; he seemed to forget that I was in with it so I let out a yell.
“Hey!” I said. “Watch it! Don’t forget, you have a passenger in here!”
“Shut up back there! I would’ve forgotten if you weren’t back there screwing things up!”
Oh, that hurt! I kicked the back of his seat just as we experienced some turbulence. Or at least, I thought it was turbulence.
“Goddammit!” the kid yelled. I could tell that him yelling wasn’t his nature so I was surprised when he did. I grabbed something again and braced myself.
“WHAT’S GOING ON?” I calmly asked. I only had to yell because there were suddenly loud noises - missiles, gunshots, radio feedback, and other noises I couldn’t identify.
“JUST SHUT UP, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.”
Because I did want to live, I kept my mouth shut. I even went the extra mile and helped out this young man by pressing whatever buttons he ordered me to.
Some people came on the screen and talked to him in Japanese. And because my Japanese isn’t up to snuff, I only understood a little bit than half of what they were telling him. It seemed though they were battling for world peace.
“KIM IL JONG,” I suddenly said. That was the only man in this day and age who would try to destroy a beautiful craft like a Gundam. I wouldn’t expect someone like him to understand the worth and beauty of a Gundam! Truly, he was a foul man!
The kid growled audibly and I sat down. I couldn’t understand at my actions - clearly I was more emotionally controlled than him. Why did he growl at me? Very soon it seemed the two men had came to an agreement. The other man’s face disappeared and once again we started to move.
Soon, like all good things, my trip with the Gundam sadly had to come to an end.
“Thank you,” I said softly. “I-I’m sorry for my unacceptable behavior. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to go to Akihabara today and see a Gundam. You took me on a journey and even dealt with my outbursts. This-this has truly been an experience for me.”
I cupped the kid’s face in my hands. His eyes grew suddenly kinder and he even smiled at me. Now I knew it was a dream.
I reached down to kiss him - because I truly that grateful. But as I pulled away, the man’s face changed from that kid to … Tukutz?
Tukutz laughed at me as I realized - I had just kissed Tukutz! Out of all people!
I suddenly open my eyes and I realize I’m back in my hotel room. The television was on and some children’s program was on.
The Gundam? The Japanese? KIM JONG IL? I didn’t know what I dreamt about. I know it wasn’t Tukutz, because Tukutz was somewhere back in Korea, alone with his ‘girlfriend’.
I brushed my teeth extra hard today as I decided to go back home.
Maybe next year they’ll have the Gundam exhibit. Yeah. They will..
Author: jongwan&
baka_tenshi
Rating: PG
Warnings: This is a dumb OTP. Don't lose braincells.
Summary: From the mind of an unusually smart person comes unusually strange fantasies.
Author's Notes: This is a gem, in my opinion. jongwanwrote the beginning half and
baka_tenshifinished the second. This is Tablo's wedding and a baby shower gift, so naturally it would be in his point of view. We hope he and his beloved fans would love it as much as we had fun writing it. :)
Words: 1,837
Gundamn
By Peekay and LilyChan
I arrived in Tokyo. Even though sometimes I'm a little iffy with Japan, there is one thing I am definitely not iffy with: Gundams. Their smooth steel legs and well-defined faces; their weapons, which were as graceful as deadly -- how could anyone not like Gundam?
Right away I set off to Akihabara where the Gundam should be. I like to pride myself on being fully multilingual but sometimes it's tough when you're labeled a genius. My Japanese is still rough around the edges so when I asked for directions to Akihabara, I accidentally asked for directions to their pants.
That got me exactly where I didn't want to go -- nowhere and a slap on the face.
By then it got dark and I decided to check in for the night. This bag I was carrying around for a while from the airport was starting to take its toll on my back.
Go to hotel, check in, take elevator to the sixth floor, go in room, plop down bag on floor, and collapse on bed.
I stared at the ceiling for a while as my back recovered and my feet rested from the ground. After several minutes of lazying around, I decided to unpack my bags next. I carefully took out my transformers, a few pieces of my lucky lego collection and the most important of all, my model Deathscythe that sort of resembled the new one just recently erected in Japan!
I stared into its steely eyes for a moment. "Oooh, you cold bitch," I muttered to myself, "I would pilot you any day."
By the time I was done putting them on the dresser next to me, I decided to rest for the night. There was still all day tomorrow to look. I closed my eyes and went under the covers. I was beginning to drift off when I heard a deep, serious voice.
"Hey, get up."
Bleary-eyed, I pushed myself up and tried to reach for a phone to call security, except for some reason my arms wouldn't move after that. The young man had messy brown hair, piercing blue eyes and a very serious, detached expression.
"Thought there'd be one last person here. It's been a long time, Tablo," he greeted.
Holy shit, I thought to myself. How did this punk know my name? After some attempts and tries, I managed to make very slurry, lispy, haphazard demand.
"Who're you and whath thdo you wan? Ath you can..."
"It makes no difference. This place is gonna blow and unless you trust me, we're both going to die," he replied in a very matter-of-fact tone, like it happened everyday in his life.
All going to die? Did North Korea take over while I was asleep or something? No way that could be happening, this was Japan! After that thought, I heard a loud wizzing sound going by until a huge explosion could be heard.
I clumsily reached out an arm,
"Fine. Juth get me out of here. Oh and can you take my Gundamth and tanthformerths and legoth too? I..." I started
"All ready packed."
"Coo. Thanthks."
He then picked me up, my bag in another arm, and ran with me all the way down. I couldn't help but think I'd seen this guy and his weird build before. Was it when I was saving the world from The Big Cheese? Was it from when the force was with me? Or was it when I was trying to stop that dastardly Batman from his crimes?
But you know, you do feel uncomfortable when someone you don't know just picks you up in a hotel room and runs off with you under his pale, muscular-yet-skinny arms. Oddly attractive arms. The kind you'd only see in anime.
He leapt over a building. I screamed because I was scared, but it was kind of cool too! Then we stopped in front of something metal and he dropped me onto the floor.
"Ow. You could at least put me down properly," I complained as I got up off the floor and brushed off the dirt.
He ignored me but was instead dramatically looking up. Up to where, I wondered? So I looked up too.
I screamed.
"HOLY SHIT! THAT'S A GUNDAM! ARE WE AT AKIHABARA?"
"Will you shut up?" demanded the mystery guy.
"BUT IT'S A GUNDAM," I screamed.
He rolled his eyes at me and I guess I was in full fanboy mode by now. It really was a gundam and it looked much larger than I imagined it to be. And were those wings from the classic Wing Zero from the Gundam Wing series? I felt my brain breaking but my fanboying going into overdrive.
"A-am I dreaming?" I asked weakly.
"Yes."
Suddenly mass explosions were heard from the horizon. The mystery guy swiftly turned around and panicked.
"Can you get up?" he asked urgently.
"O-of course! Will I get to ride in your gundam?" I asked giddily.
"Yes."
I moved my arms and for some reason they worked this time. I got up and stood next to mystery guy.
"Oh hey, bad time for a question, but... are you who I think you are?" I asked.
"I said it's not important," he said coldly, in a brush-off sort of manner.
He took me around the waist again and we leapt up into the cockpit of his gundam. He pulled around some levers. At this point, I was the equivalent of a squeeing Japanese schoolgirl. I could hear noises you could only hear from sci-fi films. Even if this guy was an axe murderer, I thought to myself -- at least I'm in a Gundam.
At least I'll die in style.
But who was that strange, emotionless kid? And never mind he spoke perfect English, how and where the hell did he get a Gundam? I thought those weren't invented yet, and I wanted one too. I became a big celebrity rapstar in Korea just to afford a life-sized Gundam one day.
That’s why I kept my action figures in a special case - why I never wanted Mithra Jin and Tukutz to go near them. I knew how the economy worked, I am a genius after all, and I knew my precious action figures would only rise in value. Once they’re at its highest, and once the Gundams have actually been invented, I can cash those in. Oh, life would be sweet.
I smiled bigger in anticipation of the inevitable when I realized the young man had started the Gundam. I would know, I’m a genius - unlike the idiot fan girls and fan boys of the series, I actually pay attention to little details like that.
Because of the rumbling noise, I grabbed to whatever I could and braced myself. I yelled out loud, this had to be a dream! I mean, I know that kid told me it was but it couldn’t if I could feel the rumble of the Gundam! There were no earthquakes in Japan! Even if they were, it’s not like anyone died in them, right?
I felt so elevated, even though the aerodynamics was similar of that of an airplane; but the fact I was in a Gundam somehow made it much more special. Somehow it was that much more exciting. I let out a breath I didn’t know I held as I heard the machines groan, whine, and moan. I could seriously drown myself in this fantasy if I didn’t hear the sound of something hitting the precious Wing Zero, this beautiful, rare, one of a kind Gundam.
Maybe it was rain?
“Damn it,” I heard the kid pilot mutter in front of me. He mumbled something about duos or whatever. I couldn’t pay attention. I was lost in this wonderful world of Gundam. What it was like to be in such a rare machine.
“Eat this!” he said as he pushed the Gundam forward; he seemed to forget that I was in with it so I let out a yell.
“Hey!” I said. “Watch it! Don’t forget, you have a passenger in here!”
“Shut up back there! I would’ve forgotten if you weren’t back there screwing things up!”
Oh, that hurt! I kicked the back of his seat just as we experienced some turbulence. Or at least, I thought it was turbulence.
“Goddammit!” the kid yelled. I could tell that him yelling wasn’t his nature so I was surprised when he did. I grabbed something again and braced myself.
“WHAT’S GOING ON?” I calmly asked. I only had to yell because there were suddenly loud noises - missiles, gunshots, radio feedback, and other noises I couldn’t identify.
“JUST SHUT UP, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.”
Because I did want to live, I kept my mouth shut. I even went the extra mile and helped out this young man by pressing whatever buttons he ordered me to.
Some people came on the screen and talked to him in Japanese. And because my Japanese isn’t up to snuff, I only understood a little bit than half of what they were telling him. It seemed though they were battling for world peace.
“KIM IL JONG,” I suddenly said. That was the only man in this day and age who would try to destroy a beautiful craft like a Gundam. I wouldn’t expect someone like him to understand the worth and beauty of a Gundam! Truly, he was a foul man!
The kid growled audibly and I sat down. I couldn’t understand at my actions - clearly I was more emotionally controlled than him. Why did he growl at me? Very soon it seemed the two men had came to an agreement. The other man’s face disappeared and once again we started to move.
Soon, like all good things, my trip with the Gundam sadly had to come to an end.
“Thank you,” I said softly. “I-I’m sorry for my unacceptable behavior. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to go to Akihabara today and see a Gundam. You took me on a journey and even dealt with my outbursts. This-this has truly been an experience for me.”
I cupped the kid’s face in my hands. His eyes grew suddenly kinder and he even smiled at me. Now I knew it was a dream.
I reached down to kiss him - because I truly that grateful. But as I pulled away, the man’s face changed from that kid to … Tukutz?
Tukutz laughed at me as I realized - I had just kissed Tukutz! Out of all people!
I suddenly open my eyes and I realize I’m back in my hotel room. The television was on and some children’s program was on.
The Gundam? The Japanese? KIM JONG IL? I didn’t know what I dreamt about. I know it wasn’t Tukutz, because Tukutz was somewhere back in Korea, alone with his ‘girlfriend’.
I brushed my teeth extra hard today as I decided to go back home.
Maybe next year they’ll have the Gundam exhibit. Yeah. They will..