"Fan fiction
is the way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where
contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of owned by the
folk."
--Henry Jenkins, Director of Media Studies, MIT
I don't own Gundam
Wing. Sorry!!! This story was inspired by Rammstein's song " Zwitter"
off of their new album "Mutter" This story is pure fluff.
Zwitter: German slang? For Hermaphrodite
Now on with the story!! Yah!!!!
One day at the safe house, Quarte was cleaning the bathroom. "Why in the
world do I get suck doing all the crappy household chores." Quarte thought
to himself. " Because you are a fucking push over!!" His alter ego
told him. " I am not!!!!! Well maybe." As Quarte sat and argued with
himself, Quarte reached back into sink cupboard and found Maxi Pads!!!
Quarte jumped back in surprise. "Maxi Pads? Where in the hell did these
come from? There are no girls here, unless." Quarte thought to himself.
" Unless..., Duo!!!!!" Quarte yelled for the long hair pilot.
"Yah" Duo replied, munching on an apple. " What do you
want?"
"Are these yours?" Quarte ask while waving the Maxi Pads in Duo's
face. "No" Duo reply, still munching on his apple. "And why
should I believe you Duo with you long hair?" "Here, I will show
you." Duo answer with his hands going down to his pants. " Nooooo!!!!
Please not drop your pants Duo!!!" scream Quarte " I'm not.
Here." Duos reached down and pull up his pants leg. There on his leg was
enough hair to create enough wigs for 20 Barbie dolls. " Oh!, I'm sorry
Duo. I'm bad." " It's ok Quarte, but I think you need to ask Trowa if
you know what I mean." " Yeah, I know." Duo just laughed and
walked off finishing off his apple.
Quarte on the other hand was thinking how in the world he was going to ask
Trowa if he was a girl.
"Trowaaaaaaa!" Quarte spotted the one eye crazy bang hair pilot.
Trowa turned around and stared at Quarte. " Are these yours?" begged
Quarte, with the Maxi Pads. Trowa just blinked. " Are they!?!?!"
Quarte was beginning to panic. Trowa blinked. " AHHHHH! You can't be a
girl!!!! You don't react to anything!!!" Quarte screamed as he stomped
down the hallway. Trowa just shrugged and walk towards the TV to watch
something.
Quarte was pissed. " I am going to find out who these are or else.."
Quarte giggled to himself. " Heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooo!!!! Are
these yours!!!!!!" Quarte cry out like a certain pink thing, standing in
the middle of the house waving the Maxi Pads like some kind of flag. "
Shut up bitch or I will kill you!!!" Quarte turned around and blink. There
in front of his face was Herro Yuy's gun and behind that was on pissed off
pilot. Quarte gulped. "Are these yours?" Quarte squeaked. " Hell
no!" "Well how do I know that you are not a zwitter Mr. Yuy? Huh!"
" Well..."
" Damn!!! Where in the hell is my fucking chocolate!!! Damn the injustice
of the world!!!" Wufei came storming in from outside. All the other Gundam
pilots were around Quarte and Heero to make sure Heero didn't killed Quarte.
" I want Mister Fluffy!!!" screamed Wufei with tears coming down his
checks. Wufei stopped dead on his tracks. He just noticed that all the Gundam
pilots where staring at him . " What!!!" Wufei ask as he grabbed the
pads from Quarte's hands. " It's that time of the month." Wufei said
in a matter-of- fact tone. Then Wufei stormed down the hallway towards the
bathroom bitching something weak women or something.
The other Gundam pilots just studded there in total shock. " Well I guess
he is the zwitter? I would never guess." Quarte said. The other pilots
just shook their heads in agreement.