Girl's Rule
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Anime2/Gundam
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
975
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the anime/manga that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Girl's Rule
Part One:
I didn’t know what to think of the message left on my desk when I came back from lunch, or running into five people who were frantically looking for me when I headed up to Une’s office. It looked like the Commander was afraid I was gunna ditch. Again. It was known to happen. Frequently…
I bypassed the evil-secretary-from-Hell that guarded Une’s doors. Even Cerberus would tuck tail and run from that chick. And she was only four years older than me!
I stealed myself before pushing open those doors and froze in place.
There. In front of my eyes was Commander Une, pulling up a High School girl’s skirt and checking out her legs.
I must have made a noise because her head suddenly whipped up, not the least bit embarrassed, and said, “You’re finally here, Duo, about time.”
My eyes darted back and forth, totally confused. “Um…”
Une let the girl’s skirt drop with a flick of her fingers and stood to her full height. “You’re next assignment will take you deep undercover at a private English school in Japan.” She strode over to her desk and picked up a file and flipped it open. “You’re partner will be Yuy-”
“Heero? Why isn’t he here?” My voice came out high and shaky.
Une raised and eyebrow and motioned toward the girl.
The girl spun on one heel, sending her traditional Japanese sailor uniform skirt flying around her knees and I did a double take.
“Heero!” And suddenly I didn’t see anything anymore.
…
The face in front of me was definitely not a girls.
“Oi, Heero, I had a dream you were-” Then I caught sight of what he was wearing and almost passed out again.
“Nice to see you back in the land of the living, Maxwell.” Une’s voice was colored with amusement bordering on full blown laughter. Which she would probably do once we were out of her office. Sometimes I hate myself.
I glared at her, forgetting I was still cradled in Heero’s arms on the floor. “What’s the meaning of this, Commander?” If she couldn’t read the sarcasm there then there was no hope for her.
She brought her hand up, pretending to scratch her nose while secretly smiling. “Like I was saying, your mission will be to infiltrate an English speaking school in Japan, as girls.”
Heero had hauled me up to my feet at that point but I was still clinging to his arm. I was going to fall otherwise. “Why girls? It’s co-ed right? Why can’t we go as we are?”
Une just glared at me. “Yes, two known gundam pilots waltz into a high society school and pretend nothings up, I wonder how that would work.”
I scowled. She got sarcasm all right.
“But if you really want to go as your own gender you can finally go by Preventer dress code and cut off that hair of yours. No one would recognize you then.”
I shut my mouth on what I was about to say.
Une just nodded. “I thought not.” She continued. “I wanted Heero to try on the uniform of the school to see potential hiding places for weapons that wouldn’t stand out.”
Heero moved forward and I ran my eye over him critically. Those sagging socks would be good for knives. Shoes would be useless since the Japanese switched shoes from inside to outside. Under the skirt maybe? Or the waistline for lock pics and so would that sailor thing around the neck. A coiled garrote would fit there…
Une’s voice intruded on my thoughts, “There’s some work to be done for either one of you to pass as female as you see,” Une pointed to Heero’s upper torso. “We’ll need to add believable brest sizes and a way for them not to come undone when you change or go swimming.” She pointed to his waist. “There’s also the hip problem, it needs to curve. The legs need to be shaved, maybe waxed or even removed. Thank god you’re both somewhat slight in the shoulders and in an average female height range so that won’t be a problem, wiry arms, not uncommon for women in sports. Then the hair-”
“Wow, hold down, what about the hair?” My hand reflexively went to the end of my braid. Haven’t we already gone over this? I was ignoring the jibe of being short. We’ll get back to that latter.
Une just glared at me. “You’re fine, Agent Maxwell, you’re hair can pass as female though we’re going to have to ban the braid, too memorable. Try a pony tail or pig tails for that matter.” She gave a sly smile, “You can always try the Vice Foreign Minister’s old hairstyle.”
I thought I saw Heero twitch. I know I got a chill.
She turned back to Heero, “Both your eyebrows will need to be styled, and Agent Yuy will need a wig.”
Heero finally spoke up. “I can grow it out. We aren’t leaving for a month after all.”
Une seemed to consider that then nodded. “Acceptable.” She turned and passed a folder to both me and Heero. “You’re dismissed, Agents. Be back by tomorrow at 0900 hours packed and ready to go. We’ll fly you out to where you’re transformation will begin.”
I didn’t know what to think of the message left on my desk when I came back from lunch, or running into five people who were frantically looking for me when I headed up to Une’s office. It looked like the Commander was afraid I was gunna ditch. Again. It was known to happen. Frequently…
I bypassed the evil-secretary-from-Hell that guarded Une’s doors. Even Cerberus would tuck tail and run from that chick. And she was only four years older than me!
I stealed myself before pushing open those doors and froze in place.
There. In front of my eyes was Commander Une, pulling up a High School girl’s skirt and checking out her legs.
I must have made a noise because her head suddenly whipped up, not the least bit embarrassed, and said, “You’re finally here, Duo, about time.”
My eyes darted back and forth, totally confused. “Um…”
Une let the girl’s skirt drop with a flick of her fingers and stood to her full height. “You’re next assignment will take you deep undercover at a private English school in Japan.” She strode over to her desk and picked up a file and flipped it open. “You’re partner will be Yuy-”
“Heero? Why isn’t he here?” My voice came out high and shaky.
Une raised and eyebrow and motioned toward the girl.
The girl spun on one heel, sending her traditional Japanese sailor uniform skirt flying around her knees and I did a double take.
“Heero!” And suddenly I didn’t see anything anymore.
…
The face in front of me was definitely not a girls.
“Oi, Heero, I had a dream you were-” Then I caught sight of what he was wearing and almost passed out again.
“Nice to see you back in the land of the living, Maxwell.” Une’s voice was colored with amusement bordering on full blown laughter. Which she would probably do once we were out of her office. Sometimes I hate myself.
I glared at her, forgetting I was still cradled in Heero’s arms on the floor. “What’s the meaning of this, Commander?” If she couldn’t read the sarcasm there then there was no hope for her.
She brought her hand up, pretending to scratch her nose while secretly smiling. “Like I was saying, your mission will be to infiltrate an English speaking school in Japan, as girls.”
Heero had hauled me up to my feet at that point but I was still clinging to his arm. I was going to fall otherwise. “Why girls? It’s co-ed right? Why can’t we go as we are?”
Une just glared at me. “Yes, two known gundam pilots waltz into a high society school and pretend nothings up, I wonder how that would work.”
I scowled. She got sarcasm all right.
“But if you really want to go as your own gender you can finally go by Preventer dress code and cut off that hair of yours. No one would recognize you then.”
I shut my mouth on what I was about to say.
Une just nodded. “I thought not.” She continued. “I wanted Heero to try on the uniform of the school to see potential hiding places for weapons that wouldn’t stand out.”
Heero moved forward and I ran my eye over him critically. Those sagging socks would be good for knives. Shoes would be useless since the Japanese switched shoes from inside to outside. Under the skirt maybe? Or the waistline for lock pics and so would that sailor thing around the neck. A coiled garrote would fit there…
Une’s voice intruded on my thoughts, “There’s some work to be done for either one of you to pass as female as you see,” Une pointed to Heero’s upper torso. “We’ll need to add believable brest sizes and a way for them not to come undone when you change or go swimming.” She pointed to his waist. “There’s also the hip problem, it needs to curve. The legs need to be shaved, maybe waxed or even removed. Thank god you’re both somewhat slight in the shoulders and in an average female height range so that won’t be a problem, wiry arms, not uncommon for women in sports. Then the hair-”
“Wow, hold down, what about the hair?” My hand reflexively went to the end of my braid. Haven’t we already gone over this? I was ignoring the jibe of being short. We’ll get back to that latter.
Une just glared at me. “You’re fine, Agent Maxwell, you’re hair can pass as female though we’re going to have to ban the braid, too memorable. Try a pony tail or pig tails for that matter.” She gave a sly smile, “You can always try the Vice Foreign Minister’s old hairstyle.”
I thought I saw Heero twitch. I know I got a chill.
She turned back to Heero, “Both your eyebrows will need to be styled, and Agent Yuy will need a wig.”
Heero finally spoke up. “I can grow it out. We aren’t leaving for a month after all.”
Une seemed to consider that then nodded. “Acceptable.” She turned and passed a folder to both me and Heero. “You’re dismissed, Agents. Be back by tomorrow at 0900 hours packed and ready to go. We’ll fly you out to where you’re transformation will begin.”