Author: Peenya Kowlada
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Gundam Wing. )insert witty remark here(
Warnings: At least one little teaser. A little bit of drama to pump up the story and make you interested. Remember, the story is, indeed, (I love saying that…) rated R, so don't complain or report me or anything because I happen to like my account. Nothing much else other than that, though.
Summary: "Hello?" It was a man's voice!! "Can I speak to Hilde? This is Relena." "Err, she's sleeping be-" "Oh nonononono, I understand. Busy night, eh? Well, tell her to call Relena back. Enjoy youself!" "Wai-" Click.
Notes: Well, I was rereading the first chapter, and I realized that I'd added too much dialogue to the point in which you'd become bored with the 'talk talk talk' 'talk' 'talk talk talk talk' 'talk,' so I'm gonna try and cut back and add more action! I'm actually suppose to be working on a narrative for English right now, but err… you know how it works. REVIEW! ^.-
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Acquaintances
Ch. 2:
Hilde was having a blast. The loud pumping of the beat to the techno music was making her ribs rattle in her chest. Hilde was always one for dancing. The way the bass made her heart race and send energy to course throughout her body made flush a pretty pink. Whenever Hilde was dancing was the time when she felt most confident.
Which was exactly why she was not exactly happy when some one rudely pushed into her.
"Sorry," yelled a rather attractive guy over the loud music. He had brown hair and was dressed in all black.
"'S okay," said Hilde. She didn't really mean it but she wasn't exactly about to go and yell her head off. (She wasn't drunk, shot-tempered, foul-mouthed, or Relena.)
The guy, whoever he may be, seemed to specially notice something about Hilde, and smiled sweetly at her.
"What's your name?" he shouted over the music.
Now, under normal circumstances Hilde would have already introduced herself and clarified his status to insure he was indeed, single, but something about him seemed slightly familiar, maybe even suspicious.
"I don't ordinarily tell my name to people who I don't know and make bad first impressions," replied Hilde with a small lopsided smile.
"Well than let me buy you a drink and see if that'll make a good enough impression on you," said the guy while widening his smile, violet eyes twinkling.
Seems harmless enough, thought Hilde to herself, as long as I stay in crowded areas and keep my pepper-spray within easy access, I should be A-okay.
The, still, nameless guy lightly took her hand and led her down the stairs and toward the bar. They sat down on one of the unusually many empty stools. (Did Relena lapse into one of her 'moments?') The bartender took their orders, and brought them back setting them on the counter in front of the two before taking off again.
"So, what is your name anyway?" asked the STILL nameless guy.
"It's Hil-err-ree? Ah, yes Hilary!" said Hilde with a nervous laugh. Maybe AFTER she'd done a background check would she tell him her real name, but until then, best to be on the safe side of the road because unless you have right of way will there be less chance of an accident. GAH! Now wasn't the time to be having driving lesson flashbacks!! Concentrate!!
"That's a pretty name. I believe its Latin for…joyful. So am I right in assuming you're usually that way?" he asked looking deeply into her eyes with yet another small smile gracing his lips.
Ooh! Intelligent, charming…cute! He's soooooo perfect! I knew tonight would be the night I finally met some one, thought Hilde, her cheeks flushed from the compliment.
"I suppose you could say that," she murmured somewhat shyly.
His eyes flicked behind her. "Is that the girl you arrived here with?" he asked.
Hilde turned around and searched for her blonde friend, but could see her nowhere.
"Guess not," she said with a small frown, "Well, anyway how old are you?"
"23," he said taking a small sip of his drink.
"I'm 21," said Hilde, taking a sip of her drink as well. It tasted a little different then usual, but maybe the bartender just put a little bit more of one ingredient than usual? But who cared if the booze was a little off? She'd just met a seemingly decent guy!
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His breathing was labored. He could hear the fast beat of his heart in his ears. A thin sheen of sweat formed along his trembling body. He could feel something coming. It was almost there…
A feminine scream tore through the air, a manly groan following it.
"My dress! My over 4,000-dollar Gucci dress! And it has MARTINI all over it! MARTINI!"
Heero was then, very afraid for his life.
"Sorry," he gruffly mumbled again. Heero really needed to find Duo and get out of the club before the girl turned violent.
"And what's sorry gonna' do, hmm Peach-boy?? Will it replace my dress? Hmm? Hmm?" demanded Relena angrily. She was not going to just let him brush this off! This was her dress she was talking about. Her mighty expensive. Bona fide. Designer. Dress.
"It was probably a replica, that you could buy another one of for $50 or something, so what are you complaining about anyways?" said Heero, annoyance lacing his words. He was starting to get ticked from her belligerent behavior. He hated really aggressive women.
And what was with the Peach-boy label? Oh yeah! Now he remembered her. It was that girl that works at Jamba Juice. The one Duo said he was hitting on. Now that he thought about it, she didn't look half bad. Kind of like Sylvia…Hmm…
Relena seemed to sort of daze out, but you could practically feel her aura darkening. You could even see it from the way her face was flushing.
"Replica?? REPLICA?? You think that I would wear a replica? The nerve of you!! I really ought to hit you, but it's bad karma to do that to a guy more than once in the same night. You'd better count your lucky stars mister, because you've been blessed, blessed I say to have escaped unscathed!" stated Relena, her gloved arms crossed over her chest.
"Insane bleach-blonde bitch…" muttered Heero turning away.
And it was after than one comment when Relena lunged.
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Duo was getting bored. Every girl he saw looked the same. Anorexic looking, artificially tanned skin (you could tell as when people naturally tan, they do not turn orange), bleach blonde hair, and the most tightly looking dress(es), probably known to humanity. He decided that he ought to go outside and take a breather before he went insane from the attack of the clones. (AN: Which I don't own by the way.)
He'd maneuvered his way through the crowds of dancing people towards the stairs, and walked down them slightly disheartened.
Whenever he went to clubs for singles, it always seemed like a rerun of that one episode you hated of your favorite show. He came in, hyped up and ready to meet people, got bored of seeing the same scene of the same girls, headed outside for a 'quick breather,' and than eventually left the club out of disappointment.
Duo thought maybe he would have a better time with Heero with him, but it turned out he just wanted to mope around over alcohol over his unfaithful fiancé.
He was almost at the entrance/exit when he spotted a slightly familiar looking dark haired girl. He couldn't remember for the life of him where he'd seen her, but she seemed to be stumbling along while some guy tried to guide her out of the exit door. (Hey, he looked kind of familiar too, hmmm…)
Now, under normal circumstances Duo wouldn't have bothered trying to figure out why the scene seemed rather suspicious, but he was bored and had nothing better to do and so decided he might as well just check to make sure the familiar looking dark haired girl was okay.
When he reached the exit and got outside and on the sidewalk, he saw the couple walking, and stumbling, a little ways off to his right, so he took after them, being sure to stay back far enough so that it wasn't obvious he was following them.
The two seemed to stop in front of a rather nice looking Porsche, when the girl suddenly fell forward. The guy effectively picked her up bridal style, and continued walking, a satisfied smile on his lips.
Now, Duo knew something was obviously not right. Theoretically, guys are not supposed to be satisfied when they noticed their theoretic girlfriend passed out.
So then that would mean…
Golly wolly! That guy was going to rape that girl!
At this thought, Duo broke out into run and when he reached the guy, punched him, grabbed the girl from him, (being sure to get her purse as he knew how women could get when they were without them), then kicked the evil-rapist-guy in the shins, then the groin, adding the license plate number on his things to remember list, and ran off as fast as he could, back towards the club and passed it.
He must've put rohypnol or something in her drink, thought Duo to himself as he ran around the corner of the block and towards the club's parking lot, The poor girl. I'm just glad she didn't get taken advantage of.
He slowed down to a walk as he spotted the car he and Heero arrived in and headed towards it. It may not have been much, but it wasn't nothing. It was a deep purple Volkswagon New Beetle. Duo had bought it in purple since it was his favorite colour, but Heero didn't really like riding in it, especially with Duo. Apparently, he didn't want people thinking they were "together," since purple "isn't exactly a manly colour if you catch my drift."
When Duo reached his car he stopped to think of a few things. Like for one, what was he going to do with the girl considering he didn't know where she lived or anything? He wasn't sure if he should take her to his and Heero's apartment because she might not be exactly comfortable when she woke up. He knew he wouldn't feel particularly safe if he were a girl, went out to a club, and woke up in some unknown guy's apartment.
As a matter of fact, he'd probably think that he'd been violated.
But as there were no other options, he figured he'd have to.
At this thought, Duo set Hilde's feet on the ground, supporting her with his other arm, pulled out his keys and opened the door to his beloved Beetle. He then gently placed Hilde in the passengers seat, dropping her purse on her lap. Duo closed her door, walked around to the other side of the car and got in the driver's seat. He put the key in the ignition, turned it, carefully backed out of the space, and he drove off to his apartment.
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When Heero saw the wild and screaming blonde lunge herself at him, he acted quickly, cleverly dodging her and grabbing her so that her face was pressed into his chest and her body locked in his arms. When she started beating his chest with her little fists, he spun her around and quickly held her around her waist so she couldn't hit him.
Or so he thought until he felt her elbow in his gut.
Winded, Heero immediately brought his arms over his stomach, slightly bent over as to try and ease the pain.
That was when Relena did a turn kick, heel to the face, but not without Heero catching a glimpse of her underwear.
Hmm, black and lacy. Could've sworn Sylvia had a pair like that…SYLVIA!
As Heero began to fall to the floor, he felt a sort of…plan…coming to surface.
Now, Sylvia may be an evil, backstabbing, unfaithful, morale less, cheating, whor-girl, but she would never do something like string along two guys. (She didn't have the brains to pull it off, and knew it.) And Heero knew he was no longer in the running. (She would be dumping him soon, but not without giving back the engagement ring!) Ordinarily, Heero's pride would get in the way and he'd dump her first, just so he would have the pleasure of being the dumper, and not the dumpee, but not this time! Oh no, he would let her dump him…but when she saw his new girlfriend, a girl who seemed like a better version of her, she would come crawling back!! And when she did come back, (And she would come back as jealousy would not allow her to simply ignore the 'new girlfriend') she would be as loyal as a puppy because she would realize what she was missing, etc., etc..
There was only one rift in his plan, and that was getting the 'new girlfriend.'
Heero already had a candidate in mind, but the problem was whether or not the candidate was willing to be wooed.
Heh, wooed…
Heero looked up at the fuming blonde girl, ranting on and on about something.
"…and I hoped you've learned your lesson because if not, I will be forced to kick your ass again! Worse than I did just now and worse than I did to the bounc-"
"I'm really sorry about that."
"Hm?" Relena blinked at the guy still sprawled on the floor, suspicion in her blue-green eyes. Did he just say sorry in an all-nice genuine way?
Heero picked himself off of the club's floor and brushed himself off.
"I said I'm sorry about spilling the martini on your dress. It was an accident and I know that you women probably spend a lot on your clothes, and I shouldn't have just brushed it off as thou-"
"What are you getting at? I'm not easy if that's what your looking for!" exclaimed Relena, her eyes narrowed. Guys didn't have a menstrual cycle to her knowledge, so there was no reasoning for the sudden mood swing.
"Nonononono, I'm not trying to get in your skirt-"
"Dress."
"Dress, or anything. I just realized what a bastard-"
"Got that right."
"I was being and wanted to apologize, and offer to buy you a drink." Heero had to keep his eye from twitching from the blonde's incessant and unnecessary comments.
"Hm." Relena wasn't sure what this guy was up to, but he seemed genuine enough, so she would allow him to serve her to make up for all of the trouble he'd caused.
"Okay, you can buy me a drink. So, what's your name anyway?" said Relena, walking towards the bar, Heero by her side. "I'm Relena."
"My names Heero. Heero Yuy."
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Duo pulled into his assigned spot in the underground parking lot of the apartment building. He exited his Beetle and picked up Hilde and her purse on the other side, and walked off towards the elevator.
He pressed the 'up' button while thinking of what exactly he was going to do now.
He should probably just wait until she woke up, tell her what happened, and offer her a ride home.
But that wasn't what Duo wanted to do. The girl was a rather pretty girl, with an innocent and sweet looking face. He wanted to get to know her. She seemed different from everyone else he had met.
For one she wasn't blonde. She probably kept her dark hair just to defy the fact that blonde was "in."
There was a ding and the elevator door opened. Duo stepped in and pressed floor 4 with his elbow.
Her clothes were also more conservative than everything else he'd seen tonight. No, he wasn't saying she looked homely. She actually looked very sexy, but in a more subtle way. She wasn't flaunting everything that her mamma gave her.
The elevator finally reached his floor, and he only had to walk straight ahead to see his crème coloured apartment door, the number 401 painted in bold brown.
Duo gently placed Hilde's feet on the floor, supporting her by keeping her pressed to his chest with one arm around her back. He pulled his keys from his pocket, put the designated key in the keyhole, and opened the door.
Duo considered his apartment rather impressive. Heero's (ex)girlfriend had picked everything out, as she did not 'want her boyfriend living in some sort of bachelor shack.'
The whole flat was in a sort of zen theme. In the living room there were two adjacent couches. Both had a frame made of pale wood, with black and white seat cushions, a random stroke of kanji on each separate one. In front of the couches was a coffee table, made of the same pale wood as the couches. On the opposite side of the door, there was a balcony, white shades blocking and nightlight from entering. Parallel to one of the couches and after the coffee table was an entertainment system, doors opened to reveal a flat-screen plasma TV with a silver DVD player on the shelf below the television. Lining the area, every so often was a small silver speaker box, offering surround sound. Left to the door was another door leading to a small kitchen, matching silver toaster, microwave, stove, and refrigerator littering the room with white walls, super-clean white countertops, and a sparkling white tile floor. Beyond the door to the kitchen was a spiral staircase with shiny black steps, leading upstairs to where the 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms were.
Duo picked Hilde up again, and climbed up the steps, and entered the closest room, a guest room. In there was a bed with navy blankets and pillows, the head positioned on the left wall, and the foot of the bed facing right, and navy curtains shading the window directly opposite of the door. Under the window was a silver stereo. Opposite of the bed was an empty drawer made of pale wood, a black laptop randomly sitting there. Next to the door Duo was standing in was a closet with sliding screen doors.
Duo placed Hilde softly on the bed, putting her purse on the bedside table with the silver lamp on it.
I wonder when she'll wake up, thought Duo to himself as he left the room and climbed down the steps towards the kitchen to start boiling the water needed for cocoa for when Hilde woke up, when he heard the distinctive ring tone of Beyonce's song, "Crazy In Love."
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After introductions, and 'Hey, I remember you from Jamba Juice's,' Heero and Relena got to talking and it turned out they had a lot in common.
Like for one, they both agreed purple was not a cool colour.
And everything probably would've turned out great if it weren't for one, stupid, little mistake made by Heero.
"So, Sylllllll-lena, what'd you thin-"
"Selena?" Relena burst out. The man couldn't even remember her name, the nerve of him! "Is that your other girlfriend? I knew you were only out for sex!" Relena then jumped out of her chair and walked off, Heero behind her muttering various apologies.
As he obviously wasn't going to give up, Relena headed towards the one place she knew he couldn't follow her into.
The women's lavatory.
Also known has, the little girls room.
She burst through the door, barely glancing at the other occupant in front of the sink, as she headed for one of the many empty stalls, ignoring Heero saying her name through the door.
She wasn't going to burst out crying, that was for the weak! So she decided to call Hilde, wondering if she was still upstairs on the dance floor.
She plucked the cell phone out of the small black purse, still hanging from her wrist even after all of the nights activities. She quickly dialed Hilde's number, and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" Omigod! It was a man's voice!
"Oooh, hello Mr. Man, can I speak to Hilde please?" Relena said, slyness underlying her voice.
"Is this one of her friends? She's sleeping because-"
"Oh, nonononono, no need to tell me exactly why she's sleeping. I completely understand! Must've been a busy night! I never knew Hilde was so fast to do that with a guy!" Relena couldn't believe her shy little friend picked a guy who was good enough to do that with.
"Eh? Oh wait-no!! I didn't-" The voice sounded flustered.
"It's okay. I completely approve as long as you know her name and don't hurt her in anyway, okay, dude?"
"But I didn't-"
"'S okay, just tell Hilde Relena called, mmkay?"
"Sure but-"
"Remember, RE-LE-NA. You go back to Hilde, okay? Wouldn't want her to get cold without you there would ya'?" said Relena with a wink, although she was all by herself in a bathroom stall where no one could see it.
"No but you see, I didn-"
"Ta ta, enjoy yourself!" said Relena, with a light chuckle, flipping her phone closed, effectively ending the call.
She opened the stall door and stepped to the sink next to where another woman who was applying mascara was.
"Can't get him to leave you alone, eh? What'd he do?" said the woman. She was an attractive girl, a bit too much make-up though. She was clad in a slinky red dress, red heels, and black fishnet stockings. She had dirty blonde hair, loosely curled, that cascaded down to the middle of her back.
Relena wasn't usually one for talking to strangers about her problems, but hey! Hilde was, ahem, busy at the moment so she might as well spill to someone.
"Well, in a nutshell, he spilt martini on my dress, had the nerve to call it a replica, eventually said sorry after I kicked his but, bought me a drink and then called me by another name," said Relena matter-of-factly to the other girl.
"Hm, well, the worst guys always come to the best of us sometime or another," said the girl in the red dress wisely, now applying a bit more of eyeliner.
"I guess they do. All I need to do now is figure a way to escape without him bothering me," muttered Relena with a sigh. She felt tired all of a sudden and wanted to go home to her little apartment, and enjoy some of Hilde's Ben and Jerry's, or maybe even go get a bit of Häägen Daiz from the grocery store.
"Well, in the last stall over in that corner," the girl pointed to it with her dark red lipstick, "There's a tile that you hit and a door will open leading to the space in between here and some kinky clothing store."
"Really? I've never heard of anything quite like that before. What if some pervert went in there and scared some poor girl trying to tinkle…" said Relena.
"Nah. It only opens from the inside. The architect for this place was a girl I believe. Made it for when ladies couldn't escape the annoying guys," said the girl, now adding a bit more eye shadow on her lids.
"Hmm, smart woman," said Relena thoughtfully.
"Yep. That's sort of why I prefer women myself," said the girl who was filling in her eyebrows, "Save you a lot of trouble. What did you say your name was again?"
Relena blinked owlishly at her. "Err, it's Bethany. Could you show me that tile you were talking about?"
"It's got a sparkly pink heart on it," she said, "You can't miss it."
"Thanks!" said Relena, hurrying to the stall before the woman in red could make a move on her.
"Anytime, dear," said the girl, "Nice rack by the way."
"Eh? Thanks…" said Relena, pressing the tile, when a door made of the tiles around the special tile opened.
Relena jumped out, closing the door behind her. She headed towards the sidewalk where she waited for a taxi to pass by. When one did, she told the driver the address to her apartment. When she got there she paid the driver, headed to her respective flat, and changed into her pink pajamas, covered with little flying kittens, and her fuzzy bunny slippers. She got her Häägen Daiz ice cream (vanilla with peanut butter and chocolate bits in it), plopped down on the couch and watched VIP reruns, until she eventually fell asleep.
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Well, that's chapter two! Sorry I took so long to come out with it. The thing is, I wasn't sure where I wanted this story to go. I've found a rather nice path, so hopefully I'll be able to update more regularly. But then again I might not due to all of the homework teachers LOVE to pile in. I hope I spelled Häägen Daiz right… Well, talk to you dudes later!