Title: Language Lesson
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Language Lesson
She blinked. And blinked again.
Had she heard right? Heero was fluently talking in several languages? And translating it for the others on the press video comm. also?
She found it hard to believe. Then again, HE is Heero Yuy a.k.a. 'Mr. Perfect.' She had to admit that even she is envious of him sometimes.
He ended the call… and she waited on his office's door.
"Relena?"
She blinked. "Heero…"
He was looking curiously at her, and she found herself thinking hard, maybe he can help me out with my problem…
"Are you alright, Relena?" she nodded. He was obviously unsatisfied with her answer but decided to let it slide. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long." She watched as one of his brow rose. "Listen, I overheard you talking just moments ago, and I was wondering perhaps you can help me out with my problem?"
"Go on, I'm listening." he urged her.
She gulped and tried to convey all her pleas on her eyes, "Can you teach me Mandarin and Japanese, Heero? I'm already able to speak in French, but the meeting next week requires Mandarin and Japanese too. So, would you? Please?"
He blinked. "Okay."
She smiled and he swore that he was the luckiest man ever. She reached over and gave him a peck on his cheek. "Thank you." she said warmly.
What he thought would be fun was beginning to be torture. For all of her talents, determination and organizational skills, she sucks in languages.
He sighed again. "No, Relena, it's voiced as māmā." he patiently told her again.
"Mă…uh, Heero this is hard! I never thought that learning Mandarin would be this hard."
Neither do I, he added silently. He looked at her flushed features and sighed, at least she really is trying her best.
"Let's move on to Japanese, then." He brought forward a paper and wrote something on it. "What does this read, Relena?"
She crunched her face in concentration. "Uh…ku…kuso, kusotare?" She frowned.
"No, Relena. That is Duo."
"Huh? This reads "Duo"?"
"No, it reads as "sentaku", meaning laundry."
"Then why Duo?" she asked confusedly.
He smirked. "Because you said "kusotare", and Duo IS a dumbass."
There was a burst of muffled laughter and the indignant yell of said Duo Maxwell, "Hey! That's mean!" could be heard from outside the office.
FIN