Ch2- The Unexpected Guest

I wish I'm dreaming.

I wish I'm having a nightmare.

Oh, please, I can't take this any longer…

Something is wrong with me. I'm not sick; I don't have a cold; my bones are not broken; I don't have an illness; and I'm not lifeless.

Then why do I feel so frail, blank, and bitter inside? Why are there clear liquids in my eyes?

Why does my heart seek for someone so badly?

'Colonel… …'

The sun escaped to nowhere, and the moon appeared without notice. The stars and the moon cooperatively illuminate the streets, though they are weak. No wind is created because it is summer. There are festivals outside with youngsters and the smell of fried foods.

Hayate is yawning beside the big veranda. I'm lying on my bed, and my pastel pink blanket is covering my whole undressed body. I can feel my pillow beginning to get soaked, but who cares. It's my own pillow.

Then I hear the door bell. Right now, it is twelve thirty, but who could that be? I tried to ignore the visitor, but he or she knocked on the door severally, which got on my nerves.

I get out of my bed and I put on my bathrobe. I hope this could cover up my body. As soon as I open the door, I was surprised to see Havoc on the other side of the entrance.

What the hell is he doing here?

"Hey, may I come in?"

He still has his cigarette on his mouth. At least they are not lighted up. I let him in and I noticed he wore his uniform back and brought some bottles of beer. Thank goodness… I was craving for those this evening…

I switch the lights on and Havoc sits on my small dining table as he pets Black Hayate. Then, when he looks up, he stares at my eyes directly. Suddenly he asks with a frown,

"Were you crying?"

I break out from his gaze, and I clean my eyes with the back of my palms. I pull the chair out, and I sit on it. I take out the bottles from the grocery bag and open up a bottle.

I can smell the alcohol through my nostrils. I forget about the cups and just take the whole bottle into my mouth. I gulp about five times, when Havoc takes the bottle away from me,

"Whoa, slow down! What's wrong with you?"

Some of the alcohol got on my bathrobe. I didn't mind, though.

"What's wrong with me? I- I don't know…"

Havoc sighs and fills the glass cup with beer. He takes a small gulp and starts talking pessimistically,

"I just came because I was bothered, and… to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so jealous of him that…"

I know, I KNOW. Don't talk about it, please… I just want to forget about it. I don't need your pity, and I don't need your apology. All I want is silent…

"Hey, Hawkeye,"

"What?"

I asked irritably. There was a pause for a minute. I can see he is thinking to say the precise words to me. Then he responds,

"The girl, I mean the boy you saw this morning… was The Full Metal, I reckon."

"I know, so shut up. Actually, get out. I don't want to talk about it. Just go."

Havoc sighs and gets up from his chair without any strength. At the last moment he got out of the doorway, Havoc said,

"I'm sorry and… don't get hurt anymore… because then, I won't be able to look at your face…"

Havoc switched the lights off and closed the door. I sat there and let my tears drop to the ground for a while…

'Roy… …"

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