The Gundam Beauty Pageant|
by Charon the Sabercat
It's a little character development, a new event for the pageant, and the beginning of some new feelings in Maxine...
Lesse, I know that I'm going to have subplots for a bunch of characters... I've just gotta try and remember which ones... oo, here's one! Captain and Maxine! (And it's not going in the direction you think!)
Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12
The Gundam Beauty Pageant|
11. The beginning of Round 2
Captain brushed past Grappler Gouf on his way back to the Neotopia room; they gave eachother not-so-friendly glances at first but exchanged a forced, but respectful, nod before parting.
Captain entered the Neotopian room and sighed. It was decorated in the colors of the SDG Base, but the furniture inside was cushy and comfortable, a relaxing mix of the two worlds he knew. Gundiver 1 was parked in front of the computer checking for updates on Homestar Runner, but gave Captain a salute before getting back to "work". Gunpanzer was fiddling with his rifle as he watched "Dirty Jobs with Mike Row" with Guneagle. Maxine jumped to her feet to meet Captain before he could see what she was doing.
He opened his faceplate and caught Maxine in a hug, touching his cheek to hers for a slight electric tickle. "Hello again, Maxine."
"Hello, Captain." Maxine touched her nose to his before closing her faceplate again. "What took you so long getting back?"
"I wanted to visit Shute. I also wanted to ask what the qualifications were for this contest."
Maxine made a small, confused-sounding noise. Gunpanzer turned his head slightly to listen.
Captain continued, looking towards the floor so Maxine wouldn't notice his confusion. "Well, I wanted to know why I was selected for the first round."
Maxine raised an invisible Gundam eyebrow. "That bothers you?"
She got a nod in response, and Captain met her eyes again. "I do not know why I would be selected over anyone in the Neotopia group; I still do not see myself as attractive."
"Well, that d'feats the point, don't it?" Gunpanzer asked, making everyone in the room jump a little. "You're not s'posed to think ya look good. Other people are s'posed to think ya look good!"
"I agree with Captain!"
Gundiver's shoulders slumped. "Oh no..."
Guneagle jumped up from the sofa. "I should've been in the first round!"
Gundiver sighed. "Here it goes."
Guneagle jumped off the sofa and began to pose himself in any way he could think of. "Look at me! I'm lean, I'm strong, I'm handsome! I've got more attitude protocol in my little pinky that Captain does in his whole body!"
Captain nudged Maxine, who had been previously transfixed on Guneagle. "He's got a point."
Maxine didn't really notice. Her eyes slid back to Guneagle, who had placed his hand behind his head and stretched out his hips, exposing a tiny sliver of stomach and the tell-tale muscle crease that led her eyes below his belt. His shining eyes flashed at Maxine; she blushed and covered her mouth.
Something stirred in her core. She felt... light. She felt tickled, she felt hot, she felt something that had never fired inside of her before. But more than anything, she felt like if she looked at Guneagle again, she was going to pass out.
Guneagle smirked. "Tell me I couldn't have won."
"I-I-uh, um..." Maxine stuttered. "I-I-I can't, I-"
She was saved by a knock on the door. "Hello, Neotopia! Come on, time to let the cat in!"
Charon's arrival was well met by the four rooms, who were more than ready to here who was going out next. "Okay, boys, it's time for the next round, Most Detailed. For this round, you will be judged based on use, number, and blend of colors as well as your overall reaction with the crowd. The four contestants will be..."
"...once again, Captain."
Guneagle's eyes burst out of his head. "WHAT?!"
Captain blushed red and rubbed his neck, looking at the floor.
Deathscythe wiped the sweat of his brow. He turned to point to Zero and wound up poking him in the nose. "Now YOU have to deal with him!"
Zero sent Talgeese a warning glance. Talgeese wasn't phased. He instead wrung his hands together and began to look Zero up and down.
"Daishogun, Perfect Virtue."
The Ark room applauded the Daishogun. He flipped his fan shut and bowed in thanks.
Dark Axis Room:
"And Destroyer Dom."
"Dom be pretty!"
Dom began dancing across the room. "Dom be pretty! Dom be pretty! La-la la-la laaa la!"
Madnug chuckled. "This won't end well."
Sazabi nodded. "At least it'll be fun to watch."
"Yeah, like a train wreck."
The two evil ones laughed, and Dom continued dancing.
Charon ended the conversation with, "Okay, everybody find your stylist and move out!"
Killer could barely keep Dom still; he was bouncing in his chair like a toddler with cake. "Dom pretty! Dom pretty!"
Now, Killer could stand Grappler's company, but wasn't too fond of the giant mecha who threatened to topple her chair. She danced around him lightly, hoping to avoid anyplace that he might land if he fell. "Dom, please, hold still so I can polish you!"
"Dom pretty! Dom pretty! Nobody think Dom pretty!"
Dom leaned over on the chair's armrest, resting on his wrists, so he could talk to Daishogun. Killer grabbed the chance to polish his back. "Nobody think Dom pretty. Everybody think you pretty."
Daishogun showed no emotion, but answered with, "Thank you."
Dom's demeanor then changed somehow, as if all his energy had left him. He loomed like a boulder next to Daishogun, who began to notice his shift in personality. "Everybody think Dom stupid too. You think Dom stupid?"
"Oh..." Daishogun's front began to fall. His eyes darted around as he searched for an answer. "Um..."
"Don't answer. Dom already know." Dom's eye slowly floated to the bottom of his face. His anger melted away, leaving in its place a stoic sadness. "Dom don't use words good, so people think Dom dumb. Dom not dumb..." He paused for a second. "Dom..."
A flutter of a sob escaped from Dom's throat, but that was all it took to get Daishogun's full attention. It didn't just "get" his attention either; it stabbed it through the heart with a harpoon and reeled it in at full speed. Daishogun turned in his chair and sat on his hip, closing his fan and placing it in his lap.
"Dom just don't use words good."
Before Daishogun could say anything, Killer had slapped Dom across the face. "Shaddup, you! You're with the Dark Axis, you don't cry!"
"Let him talk," Daishogun ordered.
Killer glared at the Daishogun, her lips forming a near perfect copy of Zapper's trademark snarl. "You be quiet, you don't have an juris- jurydu- you're not the boss of me!"
"Dom done." Dom sat back in his chair, sitting of Killer's hand and not realizing it. He either didn't hear or ignored Killer's scream, but he looked at Daishogun out of the corner of his face. "Thank you."
Daishogun leaned back in his chair. "You're welcome."
Aw... (pats Dom) Dom needs a friend, doesn't he? Well, that's all for now, more later.|
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