Introduction: This is a 3-part short collaboratively written by arcangelus, emochinchillia, forgottendiary, nickelwit, and steshin with the theme "Home" inspired by this image: i22. photobucket. com/albums /b301/steshin /present.jpg (cut and paste to your browser without the spaces).
Story 1
Contributed by: arcangelus, emochinchillia, forgottendiary, nickelwit, steshin
Sheryl frowned discontentedly from behind her blindfold as she listened to the low hum of the car's engine over the empty chatter of the radio. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently against the car's floor.
"Saotome Alto!" She snapped, "How much longer will you keep me in the dark about this great surprise of yours!"
"Just wait, just wait...it'll be quick." he swore under his breath as the light turned red, but periliously turned anyways, barely missed by the incoming traffic, received a chain of angry honks, all done with only one hand on the wheel.
Just because he made a name as the legendary VF pilot, he now thinks he can drive virtually everything.
Of course, Sheryl would be quick to disagree if she wasn't blindfolded.
True to his words, it wasn't very long before they reached their destination.
True to his words, it wasn't very long before they reached their destination.
Sheryl found herself being carefully led from the car by his gentle hands. The blindfold slipped away; she gasped seeing the view from high upon one of Frontier's observation decks.
Sheryl gasped in awe at the sight before her. She turned to Alto, standing beside her, beaming.
"It's just like before--on our date!"
"Ah." Alto confirmed with a smirk, stuffing his hands inside his pockets.
Her fingers curled around the cool metal beams as she took in a deep breath.
"So Alto," Sheryl craned her head to look at him from the corner of her eyes. "Is this a date too?"
"I just thought you...we needed a break."
And if I can use that as an excuse for a date...
He smiled inwardly at the thought.
...but he did not realize that he somehow voiced the words out no matter how low.
"Oh?" A brow went up as Sheryl walked closer to a blushing Alto.
A pair of slender arms rested on either of his shoulders.
She inched closer, lips edging on Alto's ear.
Then she whispered, "will this date end with you bringing me home?"
Alto let out a startled sound as he broke away from her contact. Sheryl was laughing gleefully at him. "Silly Alto!"
"Damn you, Sheryl!" He barked.
"Ah well," tossing her hair, she regarded him with a look of amusement and conceit. "I doubt you had the balls to do something like that.
"Na--!"
He was supposed to be used to these kind of comments from her, he told himself. And yet, he couldn't grow out of them as if they were already terms of...endearment.
"But Alto," she smiled at him before returning her gaze on the scenery.
"Thank you, for showing me this."
Sheryl paused as she absorbed all the details she could.
"Frontier has been my home, and all of these..." Sheryl held out her hands, "...reminds me of what is at stake; of what I, you, and everyone else has to protect."
She gave Alto a determined look, pointing at him as she did.
"That's why Alto, do your damn best as a pilot because I'll sing to the death if I have to!"
For a moment, Alto was taken aback. Then his face softened and a smile broke.
"Yeah."