Mail Order Heero Part 3
His face coldly set but his eyes disgusted, Heero finished packing his meagre belongings. He shot a glare o' death at the rag his aunt, Mariko, had called a dress and left it hanging on the door. He knew she was watching him to make sure he didn't 'steal' any of the things in his room. Even though most of them, like a lot of the nicer things in his aunt's house, had been his parents' and were rightfully his.
He didn't have anywhere else to go, so he was using the ticket. He had decided to make the best of things and hopefully this Duo Maxwell person would understand. He didn't have the money to pay him back for this past year, but he was young and he wasn't afraid of hard work... he could be the perfect housewife even if their relationship had to remain strictly platonic.
He still didn't understand why anyone would pick him. When he was younger, his mom used to call him her secret miracle and his dad introduced him to everyone as Mr. Yuy, his dream son. But this time spent living with his aunt and being treated like a despised servant had put cracks in his self-confidence. Sure his parents were bound to think he was the best. But others probably thought he looked freakish, like his Aunt Mariko did.
Leaving the house on foot, he made a detour at the dojo. Making sure no one was looking, he waited quietly and in five minutes his cousin Toshiko came running in her straight black hair slipping out of the pigtails her mother constrained it in. Slightly out of breath, she winked at Heero then gave him the key. With a smile for his little cousin he unlocked the safe which should have contained their ancestors' swords and revealed a large but unspectacular box.
"I can't stay long Heero-kun, 'cause mom will notice I'm gone and have a fit, but I knew you would want to get your mom's stuff."
"Thanks Toshiko-chan for keeping her stuff safe for me."
"No big deal. It would have been a shame if we couldn't have saved anything of Aunt Aurelia's before mom burned all her belongings. You know Akira is gonna be pissed when he finds out what mom did."
Heero shrugged at the thought of his older cousin. He didn't care what Akira thought, Toshiko's brother always made him uncomfortable, watching him with those intense eyes. He had been glad when Mariko had sent Akira to a boarding school.
"Don't worry about me. I always land on my feet."
"I know, um Heero-kun?"
"Yeah?"
"Since you're going to meet your husband, you should wear your mother's wedding kimono. I can help you dress! And you won't have far to walk, Mori-san is gonna pick you up at the end of the drive!"
"Nani?"
"It's good luck, I should bring you happiness and I wanna see you in it!" She blurted out with a giggle.
Looking at his nine-year-old cousin, Heero didn't have the heart to disillusion her.
"Okay."
"Really?"
"Really."
TBC...
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