Author: Sorceress Fantasia
Warnings: Heero POV, fluff, some sap, AU (Our world and time)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 1+2, implied 6+9
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 5
Persecute Heero Day
10th March, 2003. I officially declare that this is the day my PhD, better known as 'Persecute Heero Day', arrives.
Maybe persecute is too harsh, but I'm nearly at a loss for words after all that has happened. If I'm supposed to be more positive about life, I guess I could say 'Pamper Heero Day'. Yeah, sure. Fate pampers me in the most special of ways that is so unique I think I'm the only one that gets the treatment. I feel sooo privileged.
It all started this morning, when I had gotten off the wrong side of bed. Literally. I stepped on a misplaced book, slipped, nearly did a split, and fell flat on my butt. That book must have slipped from my hands last night when I had fallen asleep while reading it. So that, I accept. I was careless. But I cannot believe my carelessness when I brushed my teeth. I mean, I know I'm not a morning person, but that is just too much! I actually didn't notice that Hilde had changed my toothpaste to wasabi again, and I nearly choked to death! Damn, but that thing is just too spicy in a choking way. Breakfast was another disaster in itself. I lost a dozen eggs, a plate and a bottle of honey syrup. Not to mention the chore of having to get the pancake batter cleaned up.
And that was just at home.
To add insult to injury, I missed my bus by a mere second. It's not that I'm in a hurry or anything; I just like waiting as much as I like riding in Relena's pink monstrosity. I know that car is expensive; I know that car is posh, but I've had enough of people looking at me like I'm Ken going to one of Barbie's dollhouses.
When the bus finally arrived, and just as I was about to board it, I finally noticed that my wallet was not where it's supposed to be. My wallet was still sitting blissfully on my nightstand.
Salt is nice when you're flavouring your food. Salt is not nice when it's rubbed into your injuries.
My home-alone wallet was the reason why I had to trudge back to my apartment in a hot temper. The damn thing had better be worth it.
Twenty minutes later, I found myself back in line waiting for the bus. In one piece, I'm glad to say. You wouldn't believe what happened to me back home. By the way things were going, I wouldn't be surprised if Max, the dog next door (1), rushed up and bite me in my foot, had the door been opened. By the way, my bus ran off a second before I arrived... again. Man, I'm starting to think I should have just stayed in bed today.
Anyway, just in case you're wondering why the hell I am torturing myself by waking up, I have a game of King of Fighters to finish with Trowa and Zechs. But from the way things have been going, I think I can say with certainty that I will get my ass kicked to hell and back.
I can almost roll my eyes at the way I'm going to spend my day.
Sometimes, I think that I really don't have a life. I mean, during term time, I finish my school assignments way before the deadline, seldom get into trouble with the teachers, and go home after a trip to the school's gym. At home, I cook, I wash, I iron, I vacuum, I dust... the one thing I don't do is laundry, because Hilde does that. My social life seems to only consist of hammering on the controller of Quatre's game consoles, a few games of pool or bowling... I don't think there's anything much past that.
If anyone knows where I can download a life, please drop me a note.
The only thing I really like about having 'no life' is that I get to see people like Zechs rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off while he flits from girl to girl, looking for help to finish his assignments and meet the deadline. Unfortunately, ever since Zechs hooked up with Noin, that situation has changed drastically. Well, not /that/ drastically. The 'flit from girl to girl' part is, of course, no longer in use, but that part where he rushes around like a headless chicken still happens from time to time.
But really, my main point is that, I don't seem to have a life. At least, that's what the other guys keep telling me. And they have been trying to 'rectify' the problem. They've tried dragging me into disco pubs, which they eventually gave up when all I did there was to sit and rot at the couches. The music's too loud anyway. Actually, they tried quite a few other things, but the worst was when they set me up for blind dates.
I think Quatre was just jumping at the opportunity to baby someone, even if that someone is me. But I guess I can't blame him; he's never had a chance to look after someone since his 29 sisters do enough of that for him. Just what were his parents thinking when they had all those children? Extinction of the human race because of a huge decline in world population?
Geez.
Just when my brain cells are protesting about the excessive exercise (they probably run on the treadmills a lot just to be fit enough to keep up with my thoughts) when the damn bus finally arrives. Without hesitation, I climb aboard. Immediately, I feel that something is out of place. This bus shouldn't be so empty during this time... But I'm too tired to care, and I just slide into an empty seat at the back.
Of course, fate just does not like dealing me breaks. Even on a bus, things can still go terribly wrong. For instance, at the junction, instead of going straight, it turns left.
"What the-?" I splutter. Yeah sure, so a black cat might have crossed my path this morning, or I could have walked under the ladder, but my luck today is just unbelievable.
"You haven't taken this bus in a very long time now, have you?"
I turn. The woman sitting behind me has this most irksome smirk sticking to her face, her eyes twinkling like she knows what's going on. Well, she probably does, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to wipe that grin off.
"Haven't in a while."
"Aa... That's probably why you don't know that this bus just changed its route a couple days ago. (2)"
Fate just loves me, I guess. But at least I'm not the only one. From the woman's tone, I must be the latest in a series of unfortunately ill-informed commuter.
I stay seated, at least until the next bus stop. In the mean time, I dig out my cell phone from my pocket and make a call to Quatre's. He'll get all worried because I'm late, and then the rest of the guys will start getting worried for him. I don't want to suffer through another bout of Trowa's silent glares. The ones I got the other day are enough to sustain me for quite a bit.
"Zechs?"
"Heero? Where are you? It's already 2pm. Are you coming or not?"
"I got on the wrong bus. Give me another half an hour at the very least." Well, that isn't the exact reason, but much shorter to say than the real one. So that's it. I got on the wrong bus. Period.
"Wrong bus? God Heero, did you forget your glasses?"
"Well, you forgot to loan me yours, Zechs," I retort, smirking. The blonde peacock hates to be reminded that he hasn't got perfect vision like me.
"I don't wear glasses."
"You wear contact lenses."
I think that if it isn't for the fact that the bus has pulled over, the banter will never see an end. But the real reason isn't because of the bus stopping. Rather, I mutter a curt apology to Zechs, telling him that I'm not going over and that I'll give them a treat sometime soon because of a certain someone boarding the bus.
Mars comes up, headphones covering his ears, and he takes the seat near the front.
I smile. Maybe fate does like to pamper me. In a good way too.
OWARI
(1) I'm not kidding; my neighbour's dog is really called Max. He's a cute little thing... when he's not barking like crazy, that is.
(2) This has happened to me before, and I would have gotten lost had the bus not eventually turned back to a familiar district. ^^;;
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