Author: Sorceress Fantasia
Warnings: Heero POV, fluff, some sap, AU (Our world and time)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 1+2, implied 5+H and 3+4
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story. GW and all the brands mentioned here belong to whomever they belong to. Thank you for paying attention. ^o^
Thanks to Dark Tenchi for beta-ing!
Seventh Heaven Series Part 2
I Spy a Mars Bar on the Streets
I'm pathetic.
I actually locked up my room so Hilde wouldn't be able to get in and destroy my photos. Specifically/that/ photo.
Either that, or my sister's a monster.
After I put up that photo and tossed out the Grand Canyon, she's been after me, hounding me about how Heero - with - a - stick - shoved - up - his - ass - Yuy was finally settling down. I'm almost surprised that she wasn't repulsed by the idea of me with a guy. Not that it's happening though, but I think I've been alone for so long she thinks I should take the first person who comes along. It must be her relationship logic: Choosing a boy/girlfriend is just like choosing vegetables at a supermarket. You have to check the product carefully, especially the expiry date. But some people would arrive at the supermarket late, and be left with the not-so-fresh veggies. However, those who forget to go altogether would only get the rotten ones. Hilde is a lazy one. Should I wonder why Hilde is going steady with Wufei now?
But she's just mistaken. How can I be in love with someone I've just met? And I haven't even talked to him! It's just impossible.
I walk down the streets, strolling along, loving the feel of the breeze blowing against me. I know I'm supposed to be getting my butt down to Quatre's, but the weather's fine and I actually feel like walking today. Sue me if I'm late. It's not something important anyway. The only important thing he's doing now would be Catherine trashing him on Marvel Superheroes VS Capcom. And Trowa'll be caught in the middle. It's not nice when one is stuck between one's cousin and one's boyfriend. That's probably why he's so tall. Easier for him to get onto the fence and sit there. Or maybe it's just from all the squeezing and squashing from being stuck between them.
Or perhaps Quatre wants my help because Dorothy had just launched her newest plan of getting him into her bed. No, she's not interested in him that way. They just have a long-standing feud, and Dorothy probably just wants to get Quatre into a water bed, burst it, and watch him flail his arms around like he's going to drown before realizing the water's just up to his ankles.
As I amble along the sidewalk, I indulge in one of my favourite pastimes: people watching. My eyes dart out, searching the crowd. Yeah, that guy over there really knows how to choose his clothes. Nice jeans. Whoa! Street punks! After all these time, I still wonder which brand of gel they use to keep their hair up in spikes. Maybe I can ask Trowa, but I keep forgetting; the bangs look too natural on him. I like the metal chains on their wrists, but no, it's not for me. Just because it looks good on others, it doesn't necessarily mean it'll look good on me too. That's a lesson I've learned from Hilde. Yeah, that Brit-what's-her-name girl looks okay in her slave garb for her MTV. But for Hilde it looks... I can't even start to describe it. There's just no word for it. And she is the reason why I don't attend cosplays anymore.
"Heero!"
A voice rings out from behind, and I spin around, only to cringe at the sight.
"Relena."
She smiles widely, oblivious to my discomfort.
"What're you doing here?"
My mind screams at just how incompatible baby pink and an adult is, but I don't tell her that. Even though her fashion sense is questionable, I'm not the kind to shout at girls. Even if said girl is a stalker.
"Quatre invited me over."
"But Heero... Quatre's house is on the other side of town. And you're walking."
I shrug, willing myself to stop backing away.
"Anyway Heero, are you free tomorrow afternoon? There's this new diner I want to try out, and Dorothy's not free. She has to work or something. Please?"
Just as I'm about to refuse for the simple reason of trying to not give her hope that I'm available, I see a blur of chestnut and black around the corner. Quickly, I sprint towards that direction after muttering an apology to Relena over my shoulder, hoping to find that guy I had seen yesterday.
I round the corner, and nearly fall flat on my face in surprise. Of all things... It's a walking commercial. A guy dressed up in a half-eaten Mars bar costume (1), is walking around and offering samples of the chocolate. Yeah, it's brown and black, but it's rectangular. Apart from my childhood doodling, I haven't seen a person made up of Lego blocks. The poor chap sees me, and he walks over to hand me one. Suddenly, I feel like those anime characters shown on TV. You know, where this big drop of sweat look-alike appears on top of heir heads? Yeah, that one. But I take the chocolate anyway.
As I bite into the already melting brown goo, I sigh. So much for meeting him. But suddenly, I see another flash of brown and black. And this time, I'm sure it's a human, unless animals have started to stand up on their hind legs and wear black shirts. So I run towards the person, and grabbed his shoulder.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?"
Damn, it's a her. And she looks irritated. But the gruffly guy beside her looks even more irritated though.
"Sorry, go the wrong person," I explain, and quickly scamper off. As much as black and brown reminds me of the guy I'm looking for, I do not want to sport a black eye and a brown bruise later.
One street later, I lean against the wall and sigh. Maybe I should just take a bus and go to Quatre's. At least it's safe there. Rolling my eyes, I get in line for the bus. And I wait. And wait. And wait some more. Just when I'm seriously contemplating getting a bazooka and threaten the bus to arrive, it finally comes along, spewing grey smoke like it had puffed the wrong end of a cigarette. Can you even do that though? I'm not too sure. I don't smoke. But my mind likes to mutter crap when it's bored.
As I'm about to get up the bus, I see him. On the other side of the road. No wonder I didn't see him earlier. He's wearing white today. Geez. And he's around a corner!
I hastily leave the queue and try to cross the road from behind the bus, but the smoke from the exhaust pipe chokes me and I cough like the time when Hilde had replaced my toothpaste with wasabi. And people wonder why air pollution is getting worse. When I finally do get over to the other side, he's already gone. Again. Damn.
And my bus is long gone. Double damn.
Just then, my cell phone rings and I nearly drop it in my haste to get it out of my pocket. I put it at my ear, and I can feel my eardrums vibrating from the loud voice on the other side of the line.
"Heero! Where are you?" Trowa. Figures.
"Still waiting for a bus," I reply, quickly getting back into the line. "What's wrong?
"You're late! Very late! Quatre told you to come over by 3! It's almost 5 now!"
"Sorry, I got caught up in some... things," I say. In my leisure walk, I had forgotten all about Quatre's tendency to whip up a fuss when he gets worried. Add that to my habit of arriving early for most of my appointments, you have a Quatre who's almost freaking out. I pity Trowa and Catherine who are no doubt holding him back from calling the police and file a missing person report.
"I'm coming over now. I'll be there in... half an hour. I'll treat you guys to dinner, okay? By the way, tell Quatre to stop freaking out." And I disconnect the call.
Sigh. I'm pathetic. And my wallet will be even more so when I get over to Quatre's.
OWARI
(1) I'm not sure if things like this actually happen, but well... ^^;;
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