Char, you tickled me Char!

A shadow of indecision loomed over Kamille Bidan. His eyes pierced ineffectively through the ivory wall secluding the eyes of the man in front of him. Despite being a trustworthy ally, the young boy had trouble knowing what could be crossing his mind.
The man seemed to notice Kamille’s intense stare and turned his head topped with a luscious blond mane towards him.
“What a scary expression. Are you finding it hard to relax? You should hold these moments as much as possible. One never knows when we will have to sortie, or if we will ever return to see these walls...”
His tone was gloomy, although everything in this man carried enough charisma for any listener not to be taken away by the gloominess in his voice, almost as if the words carried a soothing message filled with hope.
“That’s not the issue, lieutenant Quattro.”
It was true that, as the main pilots in the Argama, they should always be prepared to launch in their respective Mobile suits: the Z Gundam and the Hyaku Shiki, should they be attacked by enemy forces sent by the remorseless Titans. Nonetheless, the blue-haired boy’s agitation was not caused by the uncertainty of battle; he was getting accustomed to it.
“What is it, then?”
Kamille shot a glance at the older man, imagining their eyes were meeting and took no detours to speak his mind out.
“Was there a story between you and Miss Karn?”
The dark glasses, failed in their purpose to hide Quattro’s emotions, who tensed his body. This led Kamille to think he was right on his assumption.
“There was, but not the kind of story you might think.”
He brushed flocks of golden hair from his forehead before sighing.
“Then, how did you manage to convince her into having Axis joining the AEUG in the fight against the Titans?”
A manipulative sneer formed in the man’s lips.
“Kamille, take this as a lesson, both for battle and when dealing with others: if you ever notice a sign of weakness, no matter how small, never forget it and take advantage of it when the proper time comes.”

“Haman.”
A childish voice, acute and spoiled to some extent spoke not devoid of command and poise.
“What is it, princess Mineva?”
A woman who could pose as the older sister of the person sitting over a throne that threatened to either engulf or crush the girl seating on it due to the heavy weight put on the creature’s shoulders, kneeled humbly in front of her. She was her knight in shining armour, for the world outside. In reality, the child, the sole survivor of the Zabi bloodline, was nothing but a puppet in the scheming hands of Haman Karn, who played the role of the faithful servant for a bit longer, until she could achieve the goals in her secret agenda, no matter the cost, either material or human.
“Your face is all red, are you ill?”
The innocent question took the pink-haired woman by surprise.
“It’s an honour you worry about my health in that way, but nothing is wrong with my body.”
The voice was neutral. However, Haman hid anger within. Was her body betraying her as to show her real desires?
“Your cheeks are all bright since those people left. Don’t you want the doctor to see you?”
Enquired Mineva Lao Zavi, her eyes shining with preoccupation for her vassal.
“I insist. That won’t be necessary.”
“If you say so...”
The little girl did not seem pleased. She would have to live with it. Haman’s real resignation was something not for a child like her to understand.
“Damned you be, Char!”
She bit a fingernail as she recollected the events that had taken place less than an hour ago, at the couch in the corner of the spacious room she and her puppet were.

“Why should Axis ally with the AEUG?”
Haman stood next to the throne, her words left no place for doubt. No matter the seat was occupied, she was the one in charge and as such, she would not let her authority be questioned.
“Char, it’s been a while!”
Unfortunately, the girl had much to learn. Mineva wanted to jump from the seat in order to greet the tall blond man with a hug. Haman clearing her throat stopped her from doing so.
“I’m also glad to meet you again, princess.”
Replied the man in a court tone. Kamille, at his side, observed the situation unsure of what to make of it. He was aware of his tutor’s real identity, that of the infamous Char Aznable, Zeon’s hero during the One Year War. What he did not expect was the familiarity he showed with the pressure-emanating woman staring coldly at them.
“As for our request, it’s simple. Our interests don’t need to clash as we both would benefit from the dissolution of the Titans. Their extremism is unacceptable.”
Explained Quattro, apparently to Mineva, in reality, his words and attention were for Haman.
“I wonder about that...”
Replied the woman unfazed.

Negotiations did not seem to work in the AEUG’s favour. Quattro knew it was pointless to talk things with Mineva having Haman nearby; she was the one in control of Axis, not the other way around.
As he inspected the way years had treated what used to be a girl advancing at him ages prior in that same asteroid, Axis, an idea crossed his mind.
“Kamille, return to the Argama. And princess Mineva, I’d wish to speak with Haman, alone. As your counsellor, there is much she and I could share. Don’t worry; I’m sure she will fill you in once we are done.”
The request was received with different reactions and intensity in the vast antique-decorated room. On the one hand, Kamille raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. On the other, the little girl nodded eagerly. Finally, there was Haman, whose purple eyes shot directly at the tall man.

Once the two of them were alone, a violent yet expected act took place: Haman slapped Quattro leaving a red mark in his cheek. He was unmoved by the attack.
“The nerve! Coming back after all of these years demanding a puny alliance. You were always a cunning man, Char!”
Quattro sneered; she was one to talk, taking advantage of a little girl. He found solace though in the fact that what he was about to do was no different than he always had to survive: manipulate others.
“How cold of you. After all the time we spend together. Where is the little girl who used to chase me around?”
Haman’s semblance twisted menacingly.
“She grew up and realised the kind of person you are.”
Despite being decided not to lose this battle of wills, the woman was taken aback at Quattro’s sudden approach. He was at an embrace’s reach of her.
“I can see that. But I wonder if something of that girl has also grown up. I remember there was this she hated above anything else because it made her lose her strength...”
Just as Haman was about to demand an explanation, a yelp of surprise escaped from the prison of her lips. Her face was the purest definition of surprise.
“Just as I remembered, you are adorable when you laugh.”
The pink-haired woman would have usually answered the sardonic compliment with a second slap. Nevertheless, her body did not move. All of her being was paralysed, save for her throat that quivered and built up a stream of solid laughter that did not match with her cold image. She glanced down to find with dread the impetuous man was scribbling his fingers across her midsection.
“How... ehehehe... dahahahare you! To tickle me like thishihis! Preposterous!”
Complained the woman whose knees threatened to fail at supporting her weight.
“Why don’t we get ourselves more comfortable? Let’s seat over that couch and do something about those boots of yours. You must’ve been on them all day.”
A spark of alert took over Haman, if she allowed that man to forego in such low act, her legs would be exposed and with them, the pair of feet no person in years​ had ever touched. They were definitively the weakest part in her body; the slightest touch would make her crumble.
“I wo... Ohohohohoho!!!”
She yelled powerlessly when Quattro slid his hands under her shawl gaining access to the ticklish skin in her tummy. From that moment, all was lost for her: she was robbed from her strength and fell on her knees. Quattro took the chance to pull her up, not stopping randomly attacking the proud woman’s ticklish body until he left her panting frame over the piece of furniture. Then, before she could catch her breath, he managed to remove her long boots, leaving a pair of pale toned legs visible. As a method of improvised bondage, he took said garments and used them to tie Haman’s wrists together. He smiled at his burst of inventive and resumed with his eloquent discourse. Instead of using his words, he made use of his daring fingers over creamy soles. All Haman could do, overpowered and lacking of hope, was to laugh desperately.
“YOHOHOHOUL PAY FOR THIS! LEAHAHAHAVE MY FEET ALHOHONE!!!”
Threats that did not sound as dangerous from a woman who was fighting for breath in her lungs over guffaws that controlled her. The sensations caused in her soles were washed all over her body like electric currents of ticklish dismay.
“How about I play with these two for a while until you consider our alliance?”
The blackmail was simple: Quattro would continue to tickle the wriggling toes until he broke Haman’s will, which, judging from the way her chest heaved, it would not require a long session of teasing over the pristine skin in those wonders no other man had ever toyed with like that.


A long-pending gift for my buddy 's birthday (which was on December) starring one of his most beloved ladies in fiction, Haman Karn from "Mobile Suit Gundam Z" being 'convinced' by one of the most charismatic characters from the Gundam universe. Let's be honest, who is this present actually for? If we consider that my pal is a vanilla (who knows about my fetish) and I wanted to have this strong woman shredding a laugh. Is this really a gift for him? XD

All of the character mentioned are copyrighted by Bandai/Sunrise.

Fun facts:
-The idea of this picture came from a long time. The tittle should hint that. It's a famous quote from the original series said by Garma Zabi before realising he had been set by Char. "Char, you tricked me Char!" he said. It has become a recurrent joke not only in the Gundam world, www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSJwNu….
-In japanese this variation would be "Char, kusugattana Char!" I know coz a friend who's fluent in Japanese told me.
-Full image of the painting behind 3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmmypO4iG9A… .Why would Haman have a poster of Altera/Athilla from the "Fate" franchise hung in her wall? For reasons... Actually, these two ladies keep fighting for the possition of waifu in Somacruzio's heart.
-There must've been an error in the tittle. The handsome gentleman here is Quattro Bajeena, someone completely unrelated to Char who by no means shares a resemblance with him.
-See? They were pink. Haman's panties, I mean. I dare you to find an official image of them.
-I had an interesting conversation with Somacruzio's brother: what in the world is what Haman wears on her legs? vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/v… Some kind of boot-leggings?
-I added a plushie of the Qubeley because that mech not only is Haman's personal mobile suit, but because it's one of Somacruzio's favourite. Be it because of its design or the pilot, I don't know.