Summary -
Chapter One
Heero turned his Gundam calmly, smoothly passing his laser sword through another enemy mobile. Bits and pieces of metal and iron flew past his window, but he ignored them. They were nothing.
Then, out of nowhere, a gentle yet rich voice echoed through his head. A prickly sensation overcame Heero's usually emotionless body as he found himself leaning forward to hear the voice once more.
"Behind you," The voice said again, this time more urgently. Heero allowed the liquid words to flow through his body, forcing him to shudder in delight. Then it kicked in.
His eye's snapped open, allowing his logical mind to take over. Heero turned and forced his Gundam to do the same. The shot took wing zero through the shoulder, instead of the cockpit, where it had been originally aimed. The person who fired the shot paid for his miss with his life.
Heero growled, looking around for more people, almost disappointed when he saw they had all been destroyed. Another battle and he was alive. He felt the usual depression set into his body, but this time, it wasn't so bad.
Heero closed his eyes, listening with all his might for the angelic voice that had saved his pathetic life. But it never came. No, it was gone, and with that conclusion, Heero jumped out of the Gundam, and to the ground.
"Heero!" Duo yelled as he touched the ground. His friend's usually bright face was white. His eyes were wide with fright, "I thought you were dead there for a moment,"
Heero said nothing. Obvious he wasn't. Unfortunately…
~*~
A few hours later….
Heero sat back, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He was at a place called the Angel Café. It must have just moved here, because Heero had never seen it before. Usually, he would have been fine with simply going back to his apartment for a cup of Coffee, but for some reason, he felt an urge to try this place out.
And he was glad he did. The coffee here was amazing. Closing his eyes, he allowed the steaming liquid to run down his throat, content with the feeling of warmth spreading through his body, emitted from the coffee.
"It's pretty good isn't it?"
Heero's eyes snapped open, angry he had been caught unaware. The person who had spoke was only some woman.
Heero stopped and looked the woman up and down. A very attractive woman.
"What?" He asked tonelessly. To her ears, it wasn't exactly rude, but in another sense, it wasn't exactly polite. She simply smiled. That was more than she expected from the perfect soldier.
The woman sat down, placing her own steaming drink on the table, "You're a coffee person?"
Heero simple glanced at her, hoping she would leave. The woman simply gave out a rich laugh that sent Heero's body into shivers.
"I prefer Tea myself. But then, I also prefer not talking to myself. Anyway, My name's Minako. And you are…." She stopped, allowing Heero to finish the sentence.
Heero frowned and picked up a newspaper, holding it in front of him to block out the woman. She was a distraction, something he had been warned about.
He heard a sigh from behind his newspaper. Maybe she had given up and left. Heero's mind screamed with curiosity. Why was he feeling so… emotional? He had never really felt curious before. But then, this was no mission right?
He lowered the paper, and frowned. She was still there.
Minako, that was what she had said her name was, lifted her drink to her lips. As the steam danced up and tickled her lips, she rolled her tongue over her cherry lips, as in preparation for the hot drink. Slowly, she tilted it further up, but only slightly, allowing a small trickle of tea to fall into her mouth. Heero found himself watching her perfectly creamy neck as it accepted the drink. Minako emitted a small moan and gently placed the drink back on the table.
Heero found himself staring at her stupidly, fascinated by her simple movements. He growled, realizing what she was doing to his body, and jumped up from the table. He needed…. something. Some how a cold shower seemed the best.
"You're leaving?" She asked cocking her head to the side, allowing her sun kissed hair to fall into her face. Heero barely resisted the urge to reach over and push the silky hair out of her way, "Your not done your coffee," She reminded him, pointing to his half full cup.
"It doesn't matter," He said, monotony as he walked out the glass doors.
"Heero!"
Heero whirled around, more in surprise than anything. She knew his name. How?
Then, something whistled past his face, grazing his cheek. Heero looked at a person, holding a gun on the sidewalk. The man gave a frightened squeak and took off down the street. Heero reached up and touched his bleeding cheek. If he had of kept walking he would have been dead. He growled again, cheated out of death for the second time in one day.
He turned to yell at the girl, but to his surprise, she wasn't there. People stared at him wide eyed, someone yelled for someone to call the cops, but by that time Heero had stopped listening.
His soldier instincts took over and he took off down the street.
~*~
Minako sighed deeply as she turned in her seat, holding the comforting Tea protectively. This was going to be difficult. Wait, no HE was going to be difficult.
"Till next time, Heero Yuy," Minako said over the top of her cup.
"Poor Minako," Came a gentle voice from behind her.
Minako frowned, "Hello Usagi," She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Why don't you just back out? No one will think less of you," She reasoned as she took a seat across from Minako.
"I think not,"
Usagi sighed, "Your being stubborn. This is just going to hurt you in the end. This guy wants to die. He's the guy who's died a thousand times remember?"
"Not anymore. I'm going to change all of that," Minako told her firmly.
"Well, if I can't change my mind, then good luck I suppose. Just… be careful. Remember the golden rule," Usagi chided.
"Of course," Minako grinned mischievously, "No kissing. Besides, it's not like I'd fall for someone like him anyone's. Too cold,"
Usagi sighed, "Minako, this is an impossible task,"
"Nothing impossible,"
"This is. He's a lost soul," Usagi tried to convince her.
"Well, by the end of this, he'll be found," Minako smiled reassuringly.
"Minako… just give it up. Come back to heaven. We'll find someone else, I promise," Usagi pleaded.
Minako smiled over the rim of her cup. There was no reason to tell Usagi she found Heero Yuy intriguing. Trained to be a soldier, yet, still human. Emotionless, they called him, but she could see straight through him. He had emotions, like everyone else, he just hid them better. Forgot how to use them, was a better way to say it. Something like that could be dangerous.
"Are you staying?" Minako asked, to change the subject.
"Yes, We all are," Usagi frowned as she leaned back in her chair, "We care about you, you know that right?"
"Of course," Minako told her offhandedly, "I don't see why though, this will be easy,"
Usagi snorted, "Sure it'll be easy, it occurs to me right now, you might want to go chase after your little death on wheels. He's about to have a run in with a few big men, with lots of guns."
Minako stopped in mid sip, going white, before she began cursing, and running out the door.
"Oh Minako," Usagi sighed, "This is going to be interesting,"
~*~
Well, there we go, my first Heero/Minako fic, dedicated to all those Minako/Heero who reviewed to all my other stories, even though they wanted Minako/Heero! I'm babbling -_-;; lol
That's about it for now!
Hope you enjoyed!
~Ceso
