Note: All characters are registered trademarks of Gundam Wing, Sunrise and its affiliates, as well as all of the authors who originally created it. I do not own these characters. They are used here only for humor and shall not have any money made off of them. Any resemblance of the characters and or happenings in this story to those in real life is strictly coincidental. Please don’t sue me as I am a minor and could not pay you anyway.
GC: As was stated in part one this ‘fic is simply to make people laugh. It is not a torture device for Miliardo; he’s just mad because he didn’t get a shower this morning.
M: Well if a particular ‘fic writer with the initials GC hadn’t written in that a certain seven year old use up all the hot water I wouldn’t be this angry.
GC: Don’t tell them what happens, stupid! *Smacks Miliardo upside the head. * And, in case you are forgetting, oh fuming one, that little kid is you and acts just like you did at that age, only slightly happier.
M: I didn’t whine like that.
GC: Who cares weather you whined or not. I need to start this fic or else they *gestures towards screen * will stop reading.
M: But I don’t wannaaaaaah!
GC: Miliardo…
M: Yes…
GC: You’re whining.
M: Aaarrrgghh!
GC: Now, once again, shut your trap and let me start. Ahem, *clears throat * Now, once again, on with the 'fic.
"Who……who are you?" stammered the shocked soldier.
"I told you last night. My name is Miliardo. Miliardo Peacecraft, that is. I am here because you have lost touch with the joy and sanity of a normal life. And it is my job to keep you from going nuts. Now", he said with a huge smile on his face, "what’s for breakfast?"
Miliardo stood there, looking at the boy for a full ten minutes without saying a word. Then he slowly pushed him aside, went into the bathroom, and locked the door.
‘This is all just some creepy dream. After a nice hot shower I’ll go downstairs, make some coffee and everything will be all right. Maybe I’ll call Noin or something’, with that thought he turned on the warm water and hopped into the shower.
"Eeeee! Oh Damn, it’s COLD!"
"Are you okay Miliardo?" asked the little boy outside.
"No I am not okay. You used up all of the hot water you brat!"
"Sorry. I had to wash my hair. I washed it seven times. It was really quite dirty and…"
"Oh just shove it kid, just shove it." Miliardo stomped out of the bathroom wrapped in a huge blue towel. He slammed his door and could be heard grumbling for then next twenty minutes. What emerged from his room was not the Miliardo we all know and love, oh no. No, it was a man that looked as though he could have killed anything in his way and kept going. His normally beautiful hair was disheveled and dirty, his posture was slightly slumped, and he wore a scowl the size of Japan across his face.
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M: You…*sniff*…you love me? *throws his arms around the now petrified fic writer* I can’t believe it. You actually love me?
GC: Get off of me you creep! Get off of ME! I’m not even sure if I don’t hate you. No, I don’t even give a shit about you! I just needed that to enhance the story line! Now let go of ME!!
M: No. Now I know that you do like me and I won’t let go till you admit it.
CG: What kind of a nut-ball are you?! Wait a minute. You’re you; that’s enough. Now please let go! *begging*
M: *violently nods ‘no’*
CG: Fine. *turns to the now stupefied reader* Due to lack of cooperation by the cast at this time I will have to insert a small mini fic of mine while I pry Miliardo off. Thank you for your cooperation. We will return to our feature fic shortly. Please enjoy this short interlude at the beginning of the next fic.