"Well, that's it." Heero stated flatly. "You can't pilot Shinigami for at least three months. It'll probably be closer to six."
"Whaaaaat?" Duo yelled as everyone covered their ears.
"You have two broken legs and a broken arm, Duo," Quatre said gently. "Compound fractures. You're not going anywhere for awhile."
"Dammit! I have an important mission in two days! No one else can do it! Shinigami's the only one properly equipped! And the rest of you have missions! I refuse to be stuck in bed while-"
Heero's fax machine off of his laptop went on suddenly, making a litany of strange beepings. and interrupting Duo's tirade. Heero sauntered over to read about- presumably- a new mission. As he scanned the paper, his eyes widened marginally, the closest thing to showing suprise he could ever manage.
"Well. Seems like Dr. J is sending a replacement."
"Wha?" Duo asked.
"Some pilot coming here for the time you're stuck in bed to take over your missions." Heero's eyes skimmed down the paper, reading off the information on it to the other pilots as he did so.
//Name--- Leo Anse
Age--- 16
Background--- Orphaned at a young age, raised by an ex-assasin.
Military training--- Most compatible match with Gundam 02 other than Maxwell-san that we've come across. Taught very well by the ex-assasin. Skilled with all weapons. Also capable of piloting almost any mobile suit.//
"He's named for a mobile suit!" Trowa wondered.
"Not a mobile suit..." Quatre said. "A contellation of a lion."
"Oh! Cool," Trowa decided.
"I wonder what he's like..." Quatre said. "I hope he's as nice as you guys."
Trowa, Heero and Wufei all gave him the death glare, while Duo looked at him as if he must be nuts.
"What?"
"Nothing," Duo said.
"Well, he's gonna arrive here tomorrow morning." Heero said.
"Oh, I better get a room ready!" Quatre said, as he wandered off to be a good host.
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Next morning...
"Oh, that's� disceet," Duo commented, as a huge shuttle landed on Quatre's lawn. When all the dust died down, the four healthy boys wandered out, Heero pretending to be uninterested, but actually very curious.
"Hey, you can't leave me here! I wanna meet him too! C'mon, guys! You should feel sorry for me! I'm stuck in bed for three months. Hellooooooo? Heero? Quatre? Trowa? Wufei? Anyone? Lemme outta here!!!!"
The four just ignored him.
After a few minutes of waiting on the lawn, the door to the plane opened. Four pilots leaned forward in anticipation. A girl and an older man stepped out, and...
"Where's Leo?" Heero demanded.
"Whaddya mean?" the girl snapped. "I _am_ Leo."
"...Oh," Heero said. Then the reactions hit.
"Whaaa-aat?" Quatre and Trowa yelped simultaneously.
"Someone forgot to include one _very_ important peice of information," Wufei growled, cracking his knuckles. Heero didn't say anything, but his eyebrow did a little dance.
"What's that?" Leo asked curoiusly.
"Oh...nothing," Quatre said innocently. "C'mon, I'll show you inside."
Wufei's dark eyes scanned the figure before him. The girl had dark brown _very_ wavy hair cut in a very short wedge. Her eyes were cornflower blue, and she looked about 5'5". She had a medium-sized, very round nose, and a very pale face. In fact, she had to be the palest person he'd ever met, but she didn't make it look unnatrual or unhealthy. It was actually quite beautiful a color. He also noticed her cheeks were round, as if she'd never quite lost all her baby fat, and they were freckled and stained by a slight sunburn. Her lips were small and round.
In short, though she wore no makeup and had such a masculine haircut, she still managed to seem feminine.
The thing that struck him most about her, though, was the total lack of fashion sense. She wore _very_ baggy cargo pants that pooled around her feet. He could just see black sneakers sticking out from around the baggy pant cuffs. For a top she wore a tank much like Heero's, but it had the logo for some surf shop on it. (AN: Hee hee, I have this shirt. Anyway.) Wufei could tell she wore a sprots bra because it showed around her overly baggy tank. She didn't have much chest to hold back, though- so how did she manage to look so damn feminine?
To summarize: the girl was a fashion disaster.
*Hn.* he thought, *I'd like to see her pilot a Gundam.*
