Title Musings
Author Uozumi
Fandom Gundam 00
Genre General
Rating G
Word Count 634
Summary Patrick out and about where he and Colonel Manequin are holed up after the Solar Elevator incident.
Notes I sat down to write something and Patrick kinda took over….
They were in hiding. The confusion during the collapse of the Solar Elevator had been not only perfect but almost too confusing. Yet, Patrick knew that voice. He was sure he could hear that voice even as the faintest of weakest whispers like the voice shouted through a megaphone, and he would always follow it.
His hair was getting out of hand, but he simply kept his hood up to keep it at bay. They took refuge in a run down Middle Eastern town. Where else could they go? With all the nations of the world allied all over the place, only the Middle East was a safe haven where they would not encounter their comrades. That was not to say they were not busy. Not only was it a stretch to survive in the harsh climate, but his…
His what?
He pushed some bangs out of his eyes, fingers brushing across the freckles that plagued his face like a butterfly rash. The last time he had so many freckles, he was a little kid with no knowledge that women were wonderful things and meant for worshiping. Now in the intense sunlight of this forgotten land, he looked like a bigger version of then, but he was here because of a woman.
That woman was back in a run down building they squatted in without much argument from locals. Everyone looked like squatters here. Perhaps, Bedouin moving from abandoned town to abandoned town so that they would have more than tents as security from the sand storms. The building they held claim to was on the outskirts of town and quite small, just big enough for maybe three people or four. She worked hard to do something. He was not sure what she was trying to do. They technically did not belong to any group and he did not think she was communicating with anyone.
He surveyed the small market set up to sell whatever the local women could piece together. After being in this place for moths, he knew what foods to trust. The people changed sometimes, but the food remained the same. Even with the scant money they had on hand in South Africa before breaking all contact with the greater world, there was more than enough for this simple market. His whatever she was charged him with going to get food without being extravagant. He could not help that he had an extravagant personality. He liked to spoil women, even when their tastes were more set to no spoiling at all. This woman did not like spoiling, at least the traditional kind. He could only imagine the look she would give him if he presented her with some fancy necklace or something his other girlfriends from ages ago would squeal over. She did not squeal and even though that meant handling her harder than the average woman did, he liked that.
Not that she was his girlfriend or anything. At least, not yet. They went out sometimes, but that was it, and now was not the time to be asking questions like that. Even if they were in the last place on earth the A-Laws would be, that did not mean the A-Laws would not find them.
A humble, small pinkish-red flower stopped his thought pattern. The woman waving it inches from his nose spoke in broken English. "…to match pretty face?" He looked from the flower down her arm and to her basket. Several small desert flowers were in it. The woman waved the flower again.
"How much?"
The amount was small. The redhead bought three and hid them carefully amongst his other purchases so they would be a surprise but not a squished surprise. It was small and not very flashy, but he knew he'd like those small flowers.
The End