Phew. Thank gooselicious gooseness, peoples.

Kira is aight. He's finally awake. I was just goospitating while he was unconscious, I tackled him when I first saw him.  So did Kage....and Jackie too...and...dag on. He's popular. But I'm his favorite, aight?

Anyway, we're in Africa right now...the Commander and all dem bitc-ahem.."superiors" were talking to these Arab peoples...I think Kage told me they were revolutionaries fighting against da Coordies or somethin like that...she looked really happy to see them. She also say dat they gonna help us fight down here. Which is good. For some weird reason, me and Jackie's mobile suits don't work in the desert. Something about the heat and the sand....Kira fixed them for us though. But I'm still scared. I haven't done anything dangerous yet...but I know I'll have to soon...

Whatever. Kira's got my back, so I'll be aight.

"Please...just...tell me he ain't dead!" Michelle sobbed, clutching to Jaquelina's sleeve for support. "Tell me he's aight..."

"Pobrecita...está bien, chica...cálmate," Jackie whispered, rubbing her friend's back soothingly.

"He'll be alright, Johnson. He'll simply be unconscious for a few days." Murrue Ramius answered calmly, pitying the girl.

Watching the Strike fall through Earth's atmosphere had scared the hell out of Michelle (RHYMING!). She hadn't realized that Kira could actually die, that he could actually leave her forever...

For good.

Michelle sniffled, drying her eyes (I almost wrote ass! lmao) on the sleeve of her jacket.

"F-for real? Where he at?"

"He's being looked after in his room at the moment...I'm sure you could see him if you'd li-"

"Bye."

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"Jesus, if Kira ain't aight, Ima come up there to heaven and kick yo ass down to hell and back..."

Michelle softly knocked on the door, careful not to disturb anyone inside. Whoever was inside with Kira had probably given up sleep to take care of him, and really deserved to rest.

"Johnson?" Flay sneered, glaring at her in the doorway. "What do you want, nigger?"

In pieces.

The Negro rolled her eyes, but tried to calm herself down. 

This was not the time to fight with Flay Allster.

"Look, I just wanted to see Ki-"

"He's not able to take any visitors right now."

"I...oh."

Michelle wasn't in any condition to argue with Flay, so she simply shrugged, letting out a defeated sigh.

"When he wakes up....please.....tell him I came here?"

"I won't," she smiled, managing one last catty sneer before the door closed itself in her face.

Michelle shook her head in disbelief, not able to comprehend how anyone could be that...mean. Not even bothering to try the door (it had to be locked, Flay's cold that way), she sadly walked away.

((NYAA! I HATE FLAY! I made her really mean here, ne? o.o))

"Ludacris?" Miriallia blinked, staring at Michelle in disbelief.

"HELL YA!"she screamed. Once again, Michelle forgotten to use her indoor voice. "DAT BOI BE DA BES-"

"Michelle...it's not good to scream like that...especially when you talk to the superiors around here...."

"Oh...my bad!" the ghettolicious girl smiled apologetically and continued. "He was a very wise man, who said many wise words."

"Like?"

"Uh...you know! 'We wanna lady in da street but a freak in da bed...' 'Shake ya money maker like somebody boutta pay ya'...."

"Get back, get back, y'all don't know me like that!" Kira Yamato chimed in, smiling at Michelle as he entered the bridge.

"YEAH, BOI!!! You tell her, baby!" she giggled, lightly punching the fist Kira held out to her.

"Did you find out who was inside of it?" Miriallia asked the newly pimped out Coordinator, who was busy being glomped to death by his favorite cornrowed cutie.

"Not yet, baby gurl. They're still tryin to bust him out."

"While bustin a move?"

"And gettin in da groove."

"And-"

Miri-chan blinked. Kira was not....no. He couldn't possibly be...rapping?

"That has got to be the most frightening thing I-"

Tomino Kage used her anime asian-ness superpowers to pop up out of nowhere. "I finding sixty pound of cubano kouhii in kitchen and I drink it all!" she giggled, running around in circles and flailing her arms wildly.

"...never mind."

Miriallia was about to lecture Kage about her unhealthy caffeine addiction when Jackie Hernandez burst into the bridge, latina eyes widening in shock.

"Ay dios mio! Que sopresa, chica! The Coordinator girl in the escape pod-!"

"So they finally got it open..." Miriallia stood up and went to follow Jackie back to the hangar.

"Koudineta? It habing kouhii? YAY!!!" the certifiable nihonjin caffeinatedly skipped out of the bridge.

"It's...a girl?" Kira blinked. "I didn't think...wow..."

The Japanese soldier ran after the other girls to get a look at the strange girl down in the hangar, not even glancing at Michelle as he left the bridge.

The black girl stood there forgotten and frowned. She did get a bad feeling when she saw the escape pod that Kira had brought back, but she had thought she was just being paranoid.

"I wonder if...nah. Dats whack," Michelle shook her head. "I'm just trippin'. He don't even know her..."

Nevertheless, trippin or not, Michelle ran after Kira. Whoever the new girl was, Michelle was going to be watching her.

Very closely.

((Uh-oh. It's about to be a what? GURL FIGHT!!! lol. No, I'm just playin. If there's gonna be any girl fight, it'll be between Michelle and Flay. You can't beat up Lacus Clyne. She's just too....pink. ^_^))

Dag on, y'all, I hate the military more everyday! Badgiruel found my stash! And Jackie's too, and latinos always got the best shit! Damn. And if that ain't enough, I broke three of my nails doin all dat cleanin I had to do after she found it! >.<++ 

And she took away my cigarettes too, but she didn't get these! *pulls a pack of Marlboro out of her bra* Yeyuh, how you like me now, bitches?!

Yo, there be plenty of fine Coordi boys who look like they need a lil taste of brown sugah. *squeals*

This is so much fun! ^o^

Did I tell y'all how much I love the military? ^_^

"Yo! Did you see that Jap boy back there? Daaaaammmnnn...he is so FINE"

"Chica! Calmate! You'll get us in trouble!" Jackie giggles. "Besides, he's not all that great."

"WHAT? Are you kidding me? Not that great?!?!?!"

Psh. Dat gurl two kinds of crazy...that boy is FINE. I'm so sprung I can't even see straight!

"¿Comó creeas, Kage? ¿Es guapo o feo?"

My new roommate stretches out on the bed, thinking a lil bit. I wonder why dat gurl don't talk. Not to me, anyways. Only to Jackie Hernandez and Kira, aka da finest motha fuckin jap EVA.

"Es muy guapo, definitivamente."

The latina shrugs. "I guess I lose this one. Maybe I'm just blind."

Kage sits up in her bed while she be polishin a....KNIFE?! DAG ON. That's creepy! Oh my God...my roommate's a psycho...I'm gonna die...OH LORD I'M GONNA DIE!

"Posiburi..you no raik Japanese boy. Not yo favorite."

"Posiblemente," Jackie shrugs again, lighting up a cigarette.

"Rook! Kiti-chan!" the Jap giggles, pointing to a hello kitty sticker on the knife's blade.

What the hell?! She be puttin cute little animals on her weapons she be usin to cut people up into tiny pieces?!?! I'm scared, nigga...I'm scared...I'm scared....

"I go make kohi!" she cheers, skipping out da room.

"Noooooooooooooooooo!" I scream, trying to pull her back inside.

I failed my algebra class last year, but here's a formula for y'all:

Kage+caffeine= DISASTER

Mi amiga sighs, "I need to sleep, chica. You can sleep with me if she's too much."

"A-aight...see ya..."

Oh Jesus...please don't let the Japanese psycho kill me! Not before I get to go crazy with Kira Yamato, anyways. That coordi boy be MINE, aight?

I'm out, niggas.