Gundam Seiyuu (The OAV) Part 3
"Duo... baka, wake up."
I moaned and rolled over in the seat, my side meeting with a very uncomfortable thing poking in my side, not to mention something was holding me strapped down in bed. Strapped down in bed? No, that couldn't be right. Rubbing my nose and twisting around so I wasn't so uncomfortable I opened an eye to bright lights. Heero poked me in the side and I opened both eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake. Give a guy a second, jeez."
Heero crossed his arms and just looked at me. Behind him other people were gathering their bags from the overhead compartments and heading off the plane in a sleep stupor. Yawning I glanced at my watch, but my vision was too blurry to read it from sleep, I gave up quickly.
"What time is it?" I asked as I undid my seatbelt and was finally able to sit up comfortably.
"Late. The plane's landed." Heero stated flatly.
I sighed melodramatically and stood up, and snatched up my bag as he stepped aside.
"The others are waiting for us in the lobby. Relena and your cousin's group went to get the luggage."
I nodded and followed him out of the plane, my good mood completely gone. You'd think that when a person slips off to sleep with beautiful visions of Heero in skintight leather that he'd wake up in a good mood. But no, of course not! I'm never that lucky. Instead I fall asleep with a wonderfully delicious vision of Heero in my head and I wake up to the real person, who I swear gets colder every day. He almost never smiles anymore since the series ended and I honestly don't think he's just depressed that that particular job is over.
Maybe I was wrong, maybe moving in with him was a bad idea.
I sighed again and stepped into the lobby, painting my face with my trademark grin. Cheer up, I scolded myself, you're on a trip. A vacation. I've still got a chance, and if... if the unthinkable happens... My thoughts stopped and I glanced sideways at Heero who nodded as Relena beckoned us toward the doors where the car and luggage was waiting. I made sure no one was watching me and took a deep breath to steady myself, then I finished my horrible thought with determination.
I've still got a chance, and if I can't fix it here. When we get home, I'll move out and leave him alone.
~*~
We arrived at the hotel after a long and tiring taxi ride. I opted to take the same taxi as Quatre and Trowa and Mariemeia. This got me a strange look from Hilde's entire group and I could swear I saw a bit of disappointment in Heero's eyes but I probably imagined that. Relena took a spot in the second taxi with Milliardo and Wufei and Heero while Hilde and her three friends got an entire taxi to themselves. Man, I pity that poor taxi driver, he would most likely have to listen to their constant chatter about fanfiction, doujinshi and yaoi the entire trip there. Poor guy.
I climbed into my taxi and sat down next to Trowa who held Mariemeia. The little girl yawned innocently then immediately her hand flew out and snatched the end of my long braid, tugging it playfully. Quatre attempted to laugh while yawning and failed. Sitting down in her seat she directed the taxi to follow Relena's, then curled up in the seat to catch the sleep she missed on the plane ride.
As the taxi driver started the car and pulled out of the airport, Trowa managed to get my braid untangled from Mariemeia's hands, much to the little kid's disappointment. I settled back in my seat and concentrated on the lit up buildings as they flew by. The moon was bright, and all around us the stores were alight with bright neon lights advertising restaurants and movies and stores.
"Duo."
"Yeah?" I answered without looking back to face Trowa.
"What's going on between you and Heero, if I can ask." Short and right to the point, damn. And I thought I was hiding it so well, yeah right. With my luck the entire group knew by now and Milliardo or Wufei was probably having this same conversation with Heero at this very second. Shrugging I still refused to face him.
"Difficulties," was all I said. Duo Maxwell, master of the bloody obvious.
"Any thing Quatre or I can help with?"
That got a genuine smile out of me and I turned to face Trowa, who had a concerned look on his normally blank face. "Thanks for the offer, Tro."
He nodded. "Just let us know."
"I will."
The rest of the taxi drive passed by in silence, well almost. To tell the truth it would be hard to call it silence since it was interrupted quite often by little baby like sounds from Mariemeia, who took every chance she could to try and snatch at my braid again, and the soft sounds of Quatre's cute little snoring. But we arrived at the hotel in a short amount of time and before I knew it we were all piling out of our respective taxies to step into yet another lobby.
The hotel was actually fairly nice. Who am I kidding? It was a lot nicer then I'd expected and I certainly didn't expect OZ Studios or whoever was paying for our trip to this con to be able to afford something this nice. The lobby was decorated in thick red carpet that probably would have felt like fluffy clouds to a set of bare feet. Tasteful dark oak chairs and couches, with cushions that matched the pattern on the carpet, dotted the lobby along with black vases of multicolored flowers. The large front desk was the same dark oak color, while the employees wore uniforms of black and white. All in all the hotel had a strangely dark atmosphere, though there was enough white and color scattered around to dispel the gloom. I couldn't help but smirk, the entire place looked like something Solo Reaper would have designed, the self-named Shinigami, God of Death. It would fit him perfectly to have a house, or at least a room, decorated in this style.
I leaned against the wall near the door and continued to survey the hotel surroundings as the others set down their bags and Relena approached the front desk, asking about our rooms. The clerk handed her the set of keys with a smile, but I could see Relena's reflection frown in the large mirror behind the check-in counter.
"Is something wrong?" The clerk asked.
"Yes, I had six double rooms reserved. You only gave me five keys."
The clerk's brows furrowed in worry as she flipped through her binder. "No..." she murmured. "I only have you marked down for five, there must have been a misunderstanding..." She bit her bottom lip and flipped through the pages again.
Relena shrugged. "That's all right, could you give us another room? And just add it to the bill."
"No, I'm sorry. We're completely booked because of the convention here this weekend, all the other rooms are taken. I can call the hotels around town." She offered with a very weak smile. "After all it is our mistake, I'll find a room for you-" She picked up the phone at the desk but Milliardo walked over and lightly placed his hand over hers, stopping her from picking up the phone.
"You don't have to do that." He spoke coolly, by now we were all watching. What was he planning?
"But-" Relena started to protest.
"Trust me," he said winking at her. He turned back to the clerk behind the desk and leaned on it, speaking in a low voice so we could barely make out what he was saying, or at least I couldn't. Whatever he was saying it had an astounding effect on the lady. Her nervousness of having messed up the reservations went away and she was quickly smiling and nodding, almost happily. I glanced to Wufei to try and get some clue of what was going on but Wufei only had the small beginnings of a smirk on his face. My eyes quickly went back to Milliardo and the lady as she handed him a key. I knew that smirk on Wufei's face and this smelled like a set up.
Milliardo thanked the lady and took the key, smiling at her brightly. Turning around he walked past Relena and tossed the key to me, which I caught with fumbling hands.
"Your room's all set, take the elevator on the other side of the lobby."
I looked at him in confusion as I heard Quatre stifle a soft giggle, Trowa nudged her in the side with his elbow. Wufei merely smirked and Relena looked completely lost. Meanwhile Heero scowled from where he stood near the bags.
"Don't look so down, Yuy," Milliardo said with a flirtatious smile. Heero returned a glare full of enough venom to drop a cobra dead in its slithering tracks.
"Well, it's late, we should all get to our rooms." Relena quickly passed out the keys and everyone began picking up their bags. I walked over to Heero and raised an eyebrow.
"What was that all about?" I asked, referring to Milliardo's comment.
Heero didn't answer, instead he just shot another glare in Milliardo and Wufei's direction and picked up his bags. "Come on," he said flatly.
I glanced back at the rest of the group in confusion, what in the world did they all know that I didn't? Quatre was smiling and nodding at me, in an encouraging fashion while Hilde was giving me a 'thumbs-up'. Milliardo and Wufei had twin smirks on their faces, and Trowa had a glint of curiosity in his eyes. Well, at least Relena looked almost as lost as I felt so I didn't feel that bad. With a shrug I dismissed it and grabbed my bags, hurrying to catch up with Heero. As we stepped into the elevator I had this ironically sinking feeling that all would be explained when we got to the top.
Heero pressed the button for the top floor and continued to scowl at the metal doors as they closed and the elevator began to move. I opened my mouth to ask him again what was going on, but thought better of it. Whatever it was had him in a bad mood and I knew him well enough that right now wasn't a good time to bug him about it. I'd pester it out of him later when I was reasonably more sure he wouldn't kill me.
We reached the top floor and as the doors opened I felt like running out and taking a deep breath of fresh air. Whatever was going on Heero was pissed, and I do mean pissed. By the time we hit the top floor his anger was almost like a solid thing filling up the elevator car like water. I needed to get out and breathe! As the doors opened I grabbed my bag and quickly stepped out... and dropped my bags with a thud.
My jaw dropped as I looked around. The elevator doors opened up into a large gathering area with a complete bar, and I do mean complete. Black barstools were polished and gleaming in the bright yet soothing electrical light. The entire place was wide open, as if waiting for a whole slew of people and some great party. Off to the side was a single door with one number on it. Heero pushed past me and headed for the room, still scowling all the way. I followed numbly, leaving my bags forgotten by the elevator doors, and handed him the keys.
"Wow, this place is nice! OZ can't afford this, can they?"
Heero grunted a neutral answer, which I think pointed responsibility to Milliardo and Wufei, then opened the door to the room. My mouth went dry and we both seemed to freeze as the door swung open.
If I thought the party room outside was expensive I should have expected what was inside the room, but then I guess lack of sleep and a long plane ride slows down brain functions pretty well. The room was huge, easily as large as the bar and party room outside. Except this one was much more spacious. Two of the four walls were windows over looking the bright lights of the city but tinted, mostly for privacy I guess. The bed... well I'll come back to that.
The room was significantly bare save for the bed, two closet doors and a few scattered bedside tables. Next to the hot tub in the corner was a reclining chair and a nicely polished table. Wait, a hot tub? My eyes widened.
"Holy shit," I muttered before I even realized what I said and that I'd said it out loud. There was a hot tub! There was a hot tub in our room. My eyes moved slowly back over to the bed and my fears, or perhaps hopes were confirmed. The bed was a large king sized bed with thick soft looking quilts. That would have been all fine and dandy if it weren't for the designs on the quilts. Oddly enough the array of red and white hearts didn't make the quilt look cheesy in any way. In fact I didn't mind it, except for the fact that they were hearts. I coughed and felt my cheeks grow red.
We were in the honeymoon sweet.
I swallowed and managed to walk forward far enough to drop down to sit on the edge of the bed before my legs gave out from shock. I blinked and continued to look around the room. Finally my eyes moved to Heero. I opened my mouth to talk, I had millions of questions, but instead nothing came out. I mean what does one say when your friends purposely place you in the honeymoon sweet? They must have pestered him in the car about how we were acting around each other and somehow they managed this. Was it actually planned? No, it had to be a fluke, Milliardo and Wufei wouldn't pull anything like this on us... would they?
"They planned this," I heard Heero hiss dangerously. I watched with wide eyes as he turned and stalked back toward the elevator. I panicked and felt fear wash over me, oh dear god he really was going to kill someone. But, more important then that panic, I felt anger rise. I watched after him and spoke in a low voice without thinking.
"Does it bother you that much to be in this room with me?" I was shocked by the amount of coldness in my voice but didn't regret it. Immediately I was filled with anger at the current situation between me and Heero. Right after the show we'd confessed our love for each other and even moved in together, but after that we only acted like roommates, maybe not even that. I knew I was mad about it before but now that anger rocketed into me, and just the fact that he seemed so repulsed by the room hurt, and it made me angry.
Heero froze at the sound of my harsh words but didn't turn back to look at me. He took a deep breath and turned to look at me, the shock clear on his face when he saw my angry and cold expression.
"That's not what I meant," he muttered guiltily.
I stood up and walked over to the window, looking down at the city, even though I was actually watching his dark reflection in the tinted glass. "Then what did you mean?"
He faltered and looked away. "I... what's going on between us is none of their business."
I frowned. "Well, maybe they are making it their business, since we don't seem to be doing anything about it."
Heero flinched as if he'd been slapped and completely looked away from me. I took a deep breath and walked past him, retrieving my luggage from where I'd left it near the elevator. Ignoring him I walked back into the room and dropped the bags near the closet doors. Rummaging in them I pulled out my black robe and headed for the bathroom.
"Duo..."
I glanced up to find Heero standing at the door to the bathroom, his eyes pleading with me like a lost child. I felt my anger melt away... well, most of it.
"I-"
I shook my head. "Not right now. I'm tired Heero, we both are. Let's worry about it in the morning."
Heero nodded slowly and walked away from the door, leaving me to shut it and take my shower in peace. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and undid my braid slowly with numb hands, trying to get his look of anger out of my mind. As soon as I stepped under the warm water with the fan buzzing over head I let the tears flow, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear them. Leaning forward I pressed my forehead up against the cold tile and let the water drip down my face and body, mingling with my silent tears.
How had it gotten this bad? This was all wrong, I shouldn't have yelled at him. But he shouldn't have been so upset about the room. That had hurt the most, why was he so upset about the room? Did it bother him that much? It was just a room right? Did it really bother him that it was actually meant to be a honeymoon sweet?
I loved Heero and he loved me, right? But if he loved me then why did the prospect of sharing this room with me tick him off so much?
Wiping my eyes I turned off the water and just stood there for a moment, letting the water drip away. I toweled out my wet hair and tied it into a loose ponytail then tossed on my robe and slowly opened the door.
I found the room dark, only the light from the city outside seeping in through the windows. Heero was lying quietly on the far side of the bed, his back to me and the blankets pulled up to his chin. Sighing softly I pulled on a pair of boxers and a tank top then crawled into the other side of the bed. He didn't stir. Closing my eyes I blinked away the last of my tears and tried to fall asleep.
I felt miserable. But yet, I couldn't think of anything to say that would make the situation any better, so I just dropped it and tried my best to fall asleep.
TBC...
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