Subject: [FFML] [Z-Gundam][Short] Window Shopping (1/1) [PG-13]
From: "Carmen J. Bernardo" <Yujon3D@concentric.net>
Date: 5/14/1999, 1:43 PM
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Zeta Gundam: Window Shopping 1/1 
by Carmen J. Bernardo (Yujon3D)

DISCLAIMERS 

   All characters named in this story belong to Bandai Sunrise and are
created by Yoshiyuki Tomino and Yoshikazu Yasuhiko.  They appear here
without their permission, but no money is being made from their
appearances. 

        [NOTE: I think I'm playing loose and fast with series continuity here
        because I don't recall the character Won Lee appearing anywhere
        else except for the lunar colony Granada during "Zeta Gundam" and
        "Gundam ZZ".  I'm setting this story on the mobile supply station La
        Vienne Rose and presuming that Won is there inspecting the site.] 

RATING: PG-13 

  This story contains mature themes, mild language, and implied nudity. 
Otherwise, I don't think that many users will be offended by it. 

                                                             ENJOY! 
                                                          -- Yujon3D. 

                             ******************** 

  Drifting through the sea of stars, the La Vienne Rose looked not unlike an
eerie metallic blossom.  Nestled amidst the various robot arms inside of the
"flower petals" were two vessels flown by the rebel AEUG alliance, now
undergoing repairs following a particularly vicious attack by the Titans. 

  From the distance, observers could make out the scarred surfaces of both
ships, the Aghama and Radish, but wouldn't have seen too many crewmen
floating around in their deep-space normal suits at this hour.  However, two
figures could be seen on the deck of the former. 

  Camille and Katsu were to clean the launch deck together as a
probationary measure for recent "indiscretions" taken at their last stop. 
However, Camille had become so engrossed in his thoughts that he failed
to notice the younger boy's absence.  

  Naturally, he was peeved.  "Now where did that boy go?" he fumed.  Using
the heightened awareness that came as part of his Newtype abilities,
Camille began to seek his companion. 

  Glancing up, Camille caught sight of Katsu leaning against the hull as if
transfixed by something.  "What in the hell is he doing up there?" he
muttered. 

  Deciding to find out, Camille left the launch deck behind and drifted up
towards where Katsu was.  As he approached the younger boy, it became
clear that Katsu was peeking into a porthole.  It was immediately obvious
just where Katsu's attention was drawn. 

   However, curiosity got the better of Camille, too.  Bringing himself to a
halt using the magnetic boots as "quietly" as he could (considering the fact
that they were in a hard vacuum, the hulls of spaceships could conduct the
sounds of boots clamping to the outside), he got a position just over
Katsu's left shoulder. 

  Through the window, he could clearly see her, at least from the waist up. 
She was drying herself off with a towel, her face turned away from the
porthole, but enough of her showed to raise Camille's pulse and leave a
lump in his throat.  Katsu Kobayashi had just seen Emma Sheen naked! 

  The nerve, that lucky little bastard! 

Camille finally regained his composure enough to act.  Bending over until
his helmet made contact with Katsu's, he shouted. 

  "HEY!" 

  "AAIIEEEK!"  Katsu spun around, his beady little eyes bugging out
uncharacteristically as he realized what was happening.  Camille got a kick
out of his panicked reaction. 

  Then he kept up his offensive, "Do you know what you're doing, Katsu?" 

  "I, uh, I was, uh, just looking at something.  Window shopping, really!"  
Katsu was looking really nervous, glancing frantically from side to side as if
expecting an audience to be present at his moment of humiliation.  No one
was there to rescue him, let alone watch. 

  Camille pressed his offensive, "Yeah, right. It doesn't take much to know
whose window that was." 

  That's when Katsu turned the tables on him.  "You were looking at her,
too." 

  taken aback, Camille lied.  "No, I was not." 

  "Yes you were." 

  "No, I was not!" 

  "You were, too!" 

  "I was not!" 

  "Did too!" 

  The exchange finally became too much for Camille.  Waving his hands
frantically, he shouted, "I don't have time for this!" 

   Katsu knew that he hit a nerve, and dug in.  "You're a coward, Camille
Vidan!  You can't even admit how much you liked looking at her." 

  Camille raised his fist into the air as he lurched forward and grabbed the
younger boy by his arm. 

  "What what you say, Katsu, or I'll --" 

  Undeterred by the threat of violence, Katsu kept on taunting Camille. 
"You'll what?  Go tell Emma Sheen about it?" 

   And Camille wavered just a bit, unable to bring the words to his mouth. 
"I'll --" 

   "HAH!  You can't even admit to that.  Not without her knowing that you
were up here staring at her, too!" 

  "You --" 

  Katsu began to enjoy himself, knowing that Camille was now so
embarrassed that he couldn't make himself move.  "Look at you now! 
You're cracking up!" 

  Which he was.  "I'll --!  If you think I'll just --," Camille was nearly
screeching, all the while thinking of the dire consequences that would fol-
low if he did follow through on his threat. 

  Still, Katsu kept it up.  "You can't even beat me up without getting in
trouble, Camille!" 

  But Camille was no longer listening.  His eyes were now fixated behind
Katsu, widening noticably. 

  "Uh, Katsu?" 

  "You can't trick me with that!" 

  Camille was on the edge of panic now, pointing frantically behind his
defiant crewmate.  "No, you fool! Look --" 

  He never finished the sentence.  Something grabbed Katsu by his helmet
and yanked him violently off-balance. 

  "Huh? YAAH!" 

  Pinning the younger boy against his side with one arm was a new player in
the drama, someone whom Camille recognized amost immediately.  An
unyielding gaze fell upon Camille from the tinted visor panel. 

  "'Doing maintenance work', eh?" said the intruder. 

  Camille shouted his recognition, "Won Lee!" 

  "'Won Lee'?" Katsu managed to grunt from the uncomfortable position in
which he was held. 

  Won Lee's expression never changed as he commanded the boys.  "No
need to repeat yourselves.  Now come with me!" 

  Katsu had other plans.  "I'm not going anywhere with you --," he began to
shout as he struggled against the older man. 

  Won Lee wasted no time in responding.  Spinning about, he brought up
his knee, catching the defiant boy square in his crotch.  Then a sweep of
his other leg tripped up Camille, who had stood rooted to the spot as he
watched Katsu go down. 

  Katsu fell to his knees, cross-eyed and holding his bruised crotch firmly. 
As the pain of wounded manhood finally began to register, his eyes rolled
up in their sockets and he began to black out.  That was when Won Lee
caught him. 

  Won now held both boys by their helmets and proceeded to admonish
them.  "So you like to look at pretty women, do you?" he said, "Maybe you
should let them see you as well!" 

  He turned a dial on each boy's helmet and let their visors open.  Then,
after a full second of exposure to hard vacuum, he shut them again, letting
both boys recover momentarily as their normal suits repressurized. 

  Katsu literally looked ready to vomit into his helmet, but he managed to
keep it down.  Camille wasn't faring much better, as the momentary
exposure was enough to make him weak and dizzy. 

  Won proceeded to continue the punishment.  "I may have to use some
persuasion, then." he said as he forced both boys down with enough force
to make their ears ring as their helmets struck the hull. 

  Inside, Emma nearly leapt into the wall as the cracking noise reached her. 
She turned to face the source of the sound and saw the helmeted faces
shilloueted in her porthole.  When she recognized the wide-eyed
expressions on Camille and Katsu's faces, she lunged for the porthole,
grabbing a nearby chair. 

  Both boys got an eyefull of Emma Sheen wrapped in a towel, lunging
towards them with a metal chair in her hands, her face a mask of shock and
fury.  Their helmets served as conductors for the blows made against the
interior bulkhead.  Both boys howled in protest of the resulting torment. 

  "GAAGH!" 

  "YAAHG!" 

  Then, as quickly as it started, the pounding stopped.  Emma disappeared
from the porthole, no doubt moving out of sight to report the offense. 

  Won Lee saw that the noise had stopped.  "I think that should be enough,"
he said, "Now to turn you Peeping Toms over to your superiors." 

  With that, he lifted both boys up by an arm and dragged them away
towards the nearest entrance. 

  All Camille could muster in protest was a groggy "Oog." 

                             ******************** 

                                   THE END 

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