Cinderelena
Mika Yuy
~Disclaimer~
I
don’t own Gundam Wing, wish I did, but I don’t.
~Authoress
Notes~
I
know that I should be working on Heartache, but the first fairy tale I did, I
got good reviews and many said that I should do another, so I’m back. This is
Cinderella, but with the Gundam cast. I hope that it is funny enough, if not oh
well. Remember, I love reviews. By the way, this story has bashing on most of
the characters, some managed to get out without any bashing. To those I
congratulate them.
~Another
Note~
About
Heartache, I have major writer’s block; so if you have any suggestions on it,
feel free to e-mail me at mikayuy@yahoo.com.
Long ago and far away, there was a widower (Mika: Milliardo)
who had a young daughter named Relena.
One day, Milliardo introduced Relena to a lady (Mika: Noin, cute couple isn’t
it.) with two daughters.
“This lady and I are to be married tomorrow. She will be your stepmother. And
these are your stepsisters, Hilde and Dorothy.
Hilde:
Yea, you are, you and your eyebrows.
Dorothy:
Shut up! You couldn’t even keep your man after the last fairy tale.
Hilde:
Bite me! At least my man wasn’t queer.
Quatre:
Now you crossed the line. : attacks Hilde with Dorothy’s help:
SD
Mika: :really hyper thanks to sugar: ON WITH THE STORY!!!!
Said Milliardo. “Sadly, I must leave on a long trip right
after the wedding.”
Relena
was very surprised.
Relena:
Surprised my foot, just like a man to leave, when you need them.
Mika:
:annoyed voice: Are you quite through?
Relena:
Yes, I am, continue, please.
Mika:
Whatever.
But she was so sweet and good she welcomed her new family.
Relena:
SHUT UP!!
Mika:
QUIET!!!!
“I shall see to whatever they need, Father,” Relena promised.
Relena worked hard to make everyone happy. Noin always had a chore for Relena.
As for Hilde and Dorothy, they played, rested, and ate sweets all day.
“My daughters are to delicate for common housework,” said Noin. “They are fine
young ladies, sure to married royalty.
Relena worked along into the night sitting down to a plain supper many hours
after everyone else had gone to bed.
Even thought Relena did all she could to please her stepsisters, they often
teased her cruelly.
Mika:
Not in this story, besides you get the guy in the end.
Relena:
Yeah right.
Mika:
Another Dumb Blonde. If anybody thinks of singing, I’ll kill you, besides,
people always blames the author when a character gets hurt or killed. The way I
see it, it is the character’s fault because they most likely did something
stupid to get themselves hurt or killed. So when I say I’ll kill you, it is
indeed the characters fault because they did something stupid that really makes
me mad or drives me insane.
Catherine:
Are you done?
Mika:
I finished, I just had to vent that out to everybody, so that they don’t blame
me if a character gets killed in this story.
Hilde:
Whatever.
Mika:
HEY!! That’s my word. : attacks Hilde, she is now unconscious on the floor:
Relena:
:dancing around: The witch is dead, the witch is dead.
Mika:
On with the story.
One day, Hilde said to Dorothy, “Look at her gathering
cinders from the fireplace. Let’s call her Cinderelena!” (Mika: Major pun
don’tcha think.)
That afternoon, a royal messenger came to the door with an invitation to the
prince’s ball.
“Whatever, shall we wear?” cried Dorothy.
Duo:
Relena… sweetheart!! The faster you stop talking, the faster the story ends,
the faster we get to make out.
Relena:
I finished.
Mika:
:annoyed: Good!!!!
Hilde, Dorothy, and Noin dressed in their finest clothes.
“What shall I wear?” asked Cinderelena.
“You were not invited!” cried Noin.
In truth, Cinderelena had been invited, but Noin knew that if
Cinderelena went to the ball, the prince (Mika: Duo of course, if you want to
know what happened, I’ll tell you after the story.) would never look at Hilde
or Dorothy, who were somewhat homely, and not very nice.
Cinderelena did not trust Nion’s word. She went to check the invitation, but
found it had already been burned in the fire.
Relena:
I know you would lie to me if the opportunity came up.
Noin:
Never mind.
Hilde:
Wait a second, Duo left me for you.
Relena:
Yep!!
Hilde:
You bitch!! :attacks Relena, Duo comes in and beats the hell out of Hilde:
Hilde:
:drug up, thanks to painkillers, smug: I got your man Heero.
Relena:
Heero is a fag anyway.
Heero:
:childish pout: I’m not.
Mika:
:caffeine high voice: On with the story!!
That night, Cinderelena sat in her room, sadly thinking about
the ball.
“How I wish I could go,” she sighed.
“And so you shall!” said a voice.
To Cinderelena’s amazement a fairy appeared from out of nowhere.
“I am your Fairy Godmother,” (Mika: Sally.) said Sally. “I’ve come to grant
your wish.
Trowa:…
Wufei:
I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’
Trowa:…
Catherine:
Trowa, are you okay?
Trowa:…
:falls over:
Catherine:
On my gosh, she killed Trowa!! :Catherine than faints:
Mika:
Pointless to say the least.
Trowa:
What happened, what I miss? What happened to Catherine?
Wufei:
She thought Mika killed you.
Sally:
Why didn’t you answer her, when she asked you a question.
Quatre:
That one easy, when he doesn’t answer anybody, he is most likely asleep.
Trowa:
Thanks a lot Quatre, my secret is out.
Duo:
So, you learned to sleep with your eyes open. That is so cool man, teach me!!
Mika:
Are you guys gone yet?
Guys:
Yes!
Mika:
Story Time!!
She led Cinderelena out into the yard. With a wave of her
wand, Sally changed a pumpkin into a golden coach, and four white mice into
white horses. Two salamanders became handsome coachmen.
“That’s wonderful.” Cinderelena gasped. “But Sally, I have nothing to wear.”
Sally smiled and waved her wand once more.
Cinderelena looked down and found herself wearing a beautiful ball gown. There
were jewels in her hair, and on her feet were a pair of tiny glass dancing
slippers.
Duo:
You sure do, now on with the story.
Mika:
Hey, that’s my line.
Duo:
Oops… I did it again, I played…
Mika:
Stop singing, story now!!
“Thank you, Sally!” Cinderelena cried.
“You must leave the ball before midnight!” Sally warned. “the
magic will last only until then.”
Cinderelena promised she would, and off she went to the ball.
Everyone at the ball noticed how Prince Duo gazed at the
beautiful stranger, and how he danced with no one else for the rest of the
night. Nobody knew that it was Cinderelena.
Suddenly the clock struck twelve.
Cinderelena ran from the palace as fast as she could. Prince
Duo followed, but Cinderelena disappeared into the night, before he could catch
up to her.
In her haste, Cinderelena lost one of her glass slippers.
Prince Duo found it and picked it up. Cradling the tiny shoe in his hands,
He said, “If I must search the kingdom ten times over, I will
find the beautiful lady who fits into the slipper. When I do, I will merry her,
for she is the most wonderful maiden I have ever met!”
The next day, the search for Prince Duo’s true love began.
Every home in the kingdom was visited and every maiden, including Hilde and
Dorothy, tried to squeeze her foot into the glass slipper. The shoe was so
tiny, no one’s foot could fit inside.
Relena:
Dorothy and Hilde have big feet.
Hilde:
So what, it not a crime.
Relena:
Oh!
Mika:
POINTLESS!!!
As Prince Duo’s men were leaving Cinderelena’s home, they saw
her working in the garden.
“Why she’s just a common servant,” lied Noin. “Surely you don’t mean to have
her try. She didn’t even attend the ball.”
The Prince’s men insisted that Cinderelena try on the slipper.
It fit perfectly.
While Hilde, Dorothy, and Noin shrieked in outrage, Cinderelena was led out of
the house and away to the castle.
Cinderelena and Prince Duo were married, and lived happily ever after.
~Another
Note~
Okay!
About the whole Heero and Relena thing from the last story, Relena caught Heero
in the sack with one of her sisters, I think it was Hilde, but anyway, that
fairy Heero met on the way, Relena asked her to bring the other dead princes
back to life. Relena and Duo hooked up. If you want a continuation of that
story, tell me when you review and if I get a lot of reviews asking for it,
I’ll write one. But as I said at the beginning I have major writer’s block, so
please help me out if you want the rest of the story.
Mika
Yuy