hello everyone! i
hope you all had a good holiday weekend. for those of you who did not
have the american holiday break, i hope you had a good weekend.. i'm back
from seeing my family who does not have an internet connection. i apologize
for the non-posting and replying, but will get to it soon. but here's
something i thought up. if it doesn't make sense, sorry. i did have a
bucket of alcohol before i wrote this. enjoy.
Title: Superheroes 1/?
Genre: Parody, humor, bad taste
Pairings: I will get to them, but none as of yet
Warnings: it's a parody. i make use of overused stereotypes, make fun
of anything and everything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing GW. except the DVD's.
Note: Depending on the reaction i get, i may continue... it was a side
trip into my cynical psyche.
Five old men looked at each
other with a bit of consternation, if not outright chagrin. They were
quite a sight, mismatched and wrinkled, hardly the picture of superheroes.
"Thirty years ago, we kicked ass."
"Thirty years ago, we could wear spandex without the high embarrassment
So went the conversations, all comments centering around their glory days
when they were young, fit and swoon worthy. Unfortunately, time marched
on relentlessly, even over superheroes who defended the universe and other
"We need successors."
"Who do we get?"
"We should send out try-out forms!"
"Are you nuts? We'd get flooded with wannabes and other losers. No
"How about invitations? We must have noticed some worthy ones in
our stint, right?"
"Invitations! Brilliant! Nothing less from J, that's for sure."
"Yep, those prosthetic eyes haven't dimmed his inner vision at all."
"And they look better than G's stupid nose enhancer."
"Yeah? What about your sad excuse of a mustache, O?"
Bickering aside, the five heroes who had saved the universe many times,
otherwise known as the Superhero Alphabet Team (thanks to their lettered
names) decided to choose successors to their superherodom via invitations.
When the five invited successors arrived at the superhero hideout (or
hall, or whatever), the five old superheroes were already gone. In their
place was a hastily written note left on the center console.
We hope you like the hideout (or hall, or whatever). We wanted to be there
to train you, give you instructions and other useful things, but we decided
that the retirement home in Bermuda was too good to pass up. So get comfortable
and good luck in saving the universe.
Not a very momentous beginning, but it was a beginning.
The five successors looked around at each other. They were five boys,
all around fifteen or so. And as the laws of nature dictate, they immediately
began their pissing contest to see who would be the leader of this newly
found superhero group.
"I'm Heero Yuy. My superhero name is, of course, the Perfect Soldier.
I am most suited to be the leader because I come with my own spandex."
"Duo Maxwell here. Call me Shinigami. That alone makes me way cooler
than any of you here."
"Trowa Barton. Silencer." Intimidating silence followed. How
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. I think I should be called.. the
Desert Noble. Yes, that will do for now. I should be leader because I'm
really rich. The real world works that way, so why not us?"
"If there is any justice, I, Chang Wufei, the Dragon, should lead!"
Ah yes, who indeed would be the leader of this clandestine group?
A week later, the leader situation still had not been resolved, but that
was just fine since the universe did not seem to be in any immediate peril.
The boys were getting to know each other, however reluctantly, as they
argued over everything.
"The Hall of Justice! We should be called the Justice League!"
"Sheesh, Wufei, not only is it cheesy, it's copyright infringement!
Do you want to get sued?"
"Silence, long haired idiot boy!"
"SHINIGAMI! I told you that!"
"All superheroes wear spandex."
"Not me. I like my outfit."
"You look like a delinquent priest."
"And that's cool, I know. You should go for a new look. I mean, should
the Perfect Soldier really be that friendly with spandex?"
"It is standard superhero clothing. Look at them all. Superman, Batman,
Spiderman, any and all of X-men.."
"So what? I'm telling you, if you saw a guy in a blue leotard with
red underpants running around with a cape, the first word in your mind
won't be 'superhero'."
"Zero system for our central system? Is that a good idea?"
"Quatre, just because you go psycho on it does not mean the rest
of us will."
"Yes, it's hard to go psycho when you are already one, isn't it."
"I heard that, blondie."
"I meant for you to hear it, uni-bang."
"At least I don't go around wearing pink."
"I'm confident enough in my manliness to wear pink."
"Confidence, delusion, whatever works for you."
"What was that?"
"I happen to be qualified for superherodom, thank you. I'm telepathic."
"And that will help us how?"
"You're just jealous, Trowa."
"Not likely, Quatre. I can defy gravity."
"Just because your hair does, does not mean the rest of you can."
"Hell, I have better superpowers than the both of you combined. I'm
Shinigami, the invisible. No enemy can see me coming."
"Yeah, but they can hear you, oh long-winded God of talk me to Death."
"Shut up, Heero."
"Shouldn't that be YOUR modus operandi?"
"At least I don't have the standard superhero power like you, super
"At least my power is useful."
"Yeah, if we need to open the peanut butter."
"Will you two shut up? Everyone knows my power of justice is the
"Pay up, Heero. Wufei just said justice and it has been only five
"Damn. I was sure it would be seven minutes."
"Quatre, pay up."
So went the superheroes' days. They were able to choose a leader, finally,
after Quatre a.k.a. the Desert Noble went absolutely psycho on the central
system and threatened them all quite convincingly that he was the most
likely leader among them all. Zero System Quatre, as he was dubbed by
a stunned Shinigami, was a creature of no mercy and no style. Better to
make him leader than end up pushing up daisies. The naming of their group
situation also eventually resolved itself, this time thanks to Trowa's
ingenuity. He had meticulously written out all the names they had come
up with and picked one out of the hat. The Gundam Five. What a gundam
was, no one knew really, but it sounded like a superhero thing and that
was enough. Except for Wufei's mutterings about 'Justice', the name was
Now they were no longer nameless group of superheroes without a leader.
They were now The Gundam Five, led by the capable (and occasionally mental)
Quatre, the Desert Noble.
And after all that, the universe was not cooperating. No major crisis,
no natural disasters, not even a small sized invasion to spice things
up. Alas, the Gundam Five was bored out of its mind in its hideout (or
hall, or whatever). Then it came. The dreaded. The unthinkable.
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