Author: Sorceress Fantasia
Warnings: Heero POV, fluff, some sap, AU (Our world and time)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 1+2
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 and naming this part!
Seventh Heaven Series Part 6
There's Always Tomorrow
I peer down the road, hoping to catch a glimpse of the damn bus. No, still no sign of it anywhere.
I sigh, looking at my watch again. 1.45 p.m. The bus should be here anytime soon. It had better be, or I'll curse it to hell and back. This summer heat is really getting to me, and I'm already perspiring like... I dunno... like a stream? The sun's blasting the earth like it's trying to fix lunch, and I'm just another random poor guy stuck in this giant microwave.
Che.
Yes! The bus is here! Finally!
Quickly, I scramble up the bus and almost immediately, I feel the cool breeze of the air conditioner and I slide into a seat near the back. I like the back. It's quieter, and you can actually see almost everyone in the bus. Well, and I admit that the latter is the main reason for my choice today.
I'm placing a big bet on my luck today, and I hope I'll win something in return. At least, let me get on the correct bus so I can see Mars again! I'm really hoping that he'll be taking this bus again.
Yesterday, when I found him on this bus at this time, I thought I was dreaming. I mean, after 5 days of eluding me, it's really a little shocking to find him so easily and by such a quirk of fate just because I had taken the 'wrong' bus. The only thing that bothered me was that I hadn't paid much attention to his face yesterday because it took me quite a while to realize that he /really/ was Mars. And by the time the fact slammed into my face with a healthy dose of epiphany, he had already slid into a seat near the front of the bus, and I could only content myself with looking at his back.
The only thing that I know for sure now is that his hair is a very pretty shade of chestnut.
You must think I'm stupid not to approach him when he's like... within 10 meters of me. I blame that on... I'm not even sure where I got my pathetic social skills, especially when it comes to befriending someone. Is this sort of thing hereditary? If it is, I guess I could shove the shit-load of blame onto my parents. My father, most probably. But really, I think that's not the main thing here. The problem with me now is that I had absolutely no idea on how to even start talking to Mars, let alone getting to know him.
Moreover, he had a set of headphones stuck to his ears. The last time I checked, it's rude to talk to someone who has a pair of headphones on their heads. I tried talking to Hilde once when she had hers on her head, and she blatantly ignored me. When I tried to take off the frigging headphones, she nearly decked me for it.
Che, that's what a guy gets for pampering his sister.
So, no, I didn't try to talk to Mars. Which is why I'm currently sitting in the same bus as I did yesterday, hoping to see him again.
I'm just worried that he won't be taking this bus today, or he'll board it at a different time. If that's the case, I'll wait at the bus stop where he alighted yesterday.
Quatre knows about my obsession now. When I had failed to turn up at his place yesterday, he had, according to Catherine, freaked out because I was known for keeping my promises and of course, appointments. So he called me last night, and proceeded to rip every piece of information out of me. Actually, I would say that he coaxed everything out. There's just something about him that it's hard to deny him nearly anything. He could threaten you so subtlety, but his way with words would make you think that he had merely been cajoling.
And his first reaction was silence. Followed by a surprised 'Oh my god!' Or 'Oh Allah!' Whatever. I didn't actually catch the sentence because my eardrums were ringing at the sheer loudness of his scream and I had to take the earpiece away from my abused ears. Anyway, he is now convinced that I'm in love and I'm very sure that the piece of news will be the hottest topic in school tomorrow when the summer holidays ends.
That Quatre. You don't see him get so excited over his own birthday. If I visit him now, I'm pretty sure he'll want to celebrate the thing like a god damn event.
Well, actually, Quatre might be right. With all those dreams featuring an imagined Mars, I know that I'm attracted to his body at least. Furthermore, I have a severe hair fetish and Mars' long hair adequately solves that. But then again, I still don't know him as a friend. I suppose I'll have to know him first before I can be sure if I'm in love with him. And that just brings me back to my current predicament.
Where is he?
The bus comes to a halt at the stop where he boarded yesterday, and I'm almost praying that he'll be here.
I can just dance in joy when I see him coming up the bus. I know that description's lame, but it's the best I can think of when my mind's going on overload from sheer relief.
I look at him closely, and immediately realize that all my fantasies about him are wrong. His eyes aren't blue. They're a lovely shade of violet, almost sparkling in the light. His nose's straight, and not as big as I had imagined. And his lips are a lush red instead of the pink I had envisioned. His complexion's a little tanned - just a little, not too much- unlike the translucent pale white skin my mind's eye had given him. And he looked just as tall as I am.
Even his hair... it's not only chestnut. It's chestnut with streaks of golden and red running down his neat braid.
Beautiful. Even more attractive than I had imagined.
And he's only dressed in a black shirt flowing out of his faded jeans. What is it about him that makes even the simplest clothing look so special?
The only thing I'm not that excited about is his headphones. Yeah, he's still got them on his head and I know that that'll just impede our conversation. If there's one in the first place. He's so beautiful that I'm almost thinking of backing down. A beautiful person and a socially inept guy? I don't think so.
Still, I want to try. Maybe I'll just get lucky? Who knows?
Quickly, I leave my seat for the one just behind his. Luckily, the bus is rather empty and I can do that fairly easily, without the grumpy old lady complaining of restless young men or the horde of people blocking my way.
Once I'm behind him, I catch a whiff of Japanese green tea. It must be his shampoo. Hmm... it smells wonderful. I like green tea. It soothes my nerves.
The next thing I notice is the music that's blasting out of his headphones. It's loud, like the percussions are being abused and someone's shouting over the ruckus.
I sigh. Now that I'm behind him, I still have no idea what to do. I try calling him.
"Hey."
I don't think he hears me. I try again.
"Hey."
Nope, still doesn't register. That damned music.
I'm not really willing to nudge him or anything. What if he gets mad?
I sigh again.
The bus nears his stop, and he gets up to the door. When they open, he alights, and I'm mentally berating myself like crazy.
Tomorrow, I tell myself. Tomorrow.
OWARI
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