Author: Peenya Kowlada
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I totally own Gundam Wing. That's why I'm sitting in a dinky little apartment, listening to Blink 182, typing away to make a Gundam Wing FANFICTION. Pfft. Not. Anything that's really mine consists of a couple of CD's and a bottle of blue nail polish. Also, I don't own anything that's mentioned in here that's Copyrighted.
Warnings: Eh…I dunno. What are you asking me for?
Summary: "Oh, no…Me and your boyfriend, err, Duo didn't do anything like that. I had no idea he was gay or bi or whatever but you see I'm only here because he saved me from a really shady guy and I didn't mean to offend you in anyway because me and your boyfriend didn't do anything and he's obviously taken by you and I know that might not ring true but-"
Notes: Hey I got a review! And in response to it, yeah I know Relena is way OOC. But the thing is, I have to do SOMETHING to totally put Heero off her, you know? Plus, it's hard to make an uberdeedooper pacifist Relena because I mean like, hello? How can you be all about peace if there is no war? (Not in MY story there's not! Die Bush-Family-Evil-Empire!)
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Acquaintances
Ch. 3: I'm Not Gay Dammit
The room was dark, all except the light from the TV screen. Not much was heard other than the random voices from the television, and the snoring, with an occasional snort, coming from the sleeping form of Relena, her mouth wide open.
This scene would've played on for hours if it weren't for the ring of the telephone.
Relena jerked awake, unceremoniously dropping an empty pint of Häägen Daiz onto the floor.
While mumbling a few incoherent phrases, Relena stumbled towards the Hello Kitty cordless phone located on top of the television. Why it was on top of the television was beyond her, but now was not the time to try and figure that out.
She picked up the phone.
"Hello?" asked Relena, her voice a bit hoarse from sleeping with her mouth open.
"Lena?" It sounded like Hilde's voice.
Now wait one tootin' minute! If Hilde's voice was on the phone and it was…
Time Check…
3:17pm…
Then where the heck was Hilde?!
"Hilde? Where have you been! Do you realize was time it is and how long I've been worrying about you?"
Another time check.
3:18pm.
She's been worrying, going on a minute, as of now.
"I'm sorry Relena. My whole recap of the night's adventures sort of groggy…but can you come pick me up?"
"Sort of grogg-oooooohhhhh………" Now Relena remembered what her friend had been up to last night. Heh. Hilde was trying to play dumb as to keep up her innocent façade, and to not have to share about what naughtiness she had been up to. Well she wasn't fooling this Relena. As of now, Hilde was forever labeled as a 'wild gal' in Relena's mind.
"Relena?"
"Yes wild gal?"
"Why are you-look. Never mind, I'm not even going to ask that question," Hilde sounded slightly frustrated, "Can you just come pick me up? I'd call a cab, but I don't feel very comfortable traveling alone right now."
Hilde wasn't comfortable traveling alone? Now why would that be? Ah…the driver would probably notice the smeared make-up and wrinkled, late-night, party clothing and would know what Hilde had been up to. And no one likes to be forever labeled as a 'wild gal' in a strangers' mind.
"Okay," said Relena, "Where are you at?"
Hilde gave Relena the address and told her not to bother getting dressed, as she wanted to get home before tomorrow. They hung up.
Relena grabbed her purse from its place on top of the refrigerator, (How it got there she didn't know, but as long as it wasn't stolen…) grabbed her keys, and headed out of the door to go and retrieve Hilde from her love nest.
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Hilde hung up the phone and turned to her 'rescuer,' so to speak. She really wasn't sure what to think about that.
According to her memory, and what he said, everything seemed to ring true, but he was still a stranger! And a male one at that! There was no telling what he may have done. No, he didn't, ahem, penetrate her, she could tell that much. But that didn't mean he didn't touch her inappropriately. There was no true way to judge that.
And the way he kept staring at her with that scratch, partially covered by a Power Puff Girl band-aid, on his cheek did nothing to calm those fears either. He looked as though he were trying to make sure he remembered ever inch of her face and body.
In short, it made her feel uncomfortable. But at least she didn't feel as uncomfortable as she felt when she first woke up.
When she opened her eyes after the night of sleep, her first impulse was to scream. She had no idea where she was, or how she got there, but she managed to suppress the scream she wanted to release to a slight whimper.
Her next thoughts were of how to get out of the place. From what she could tell she was in someone's home, in a rather nice room at that. Those were a nice pair of sheets she could've sworn she saw at Pottery Barn…
She sat up, and stood as lightly as she could with the huge headache that she could feel throbbing, and picked up her purse. She treaded as quietly as she could towards a window, and looked outside to see if that was a possible escape route. And from the view she saw, there was no jumping out of that window without going to heaven. Or Hell.
So, apparently the only way out was through the door, and Hilde did not know what lay beyond that piece of wood, so she figured it would be best to listen and see what her womanly instincts told her to do.
She could hear someone moving below her, but that could've been anyone as this was most definitely an apartment complex.
So she decided to do what her womanly instincts told her to do, and that was to run out the door and to whatever exit was nearest, and scratch anything that got in her way with she with her ½ inch manicure.
Hilde did exactly that.
She ran out the door, and towards the stairs to her right, down the steps to the bottom floor of the apartment, through what looked like the door out of the place, into a kitchen, and smacked right into a nice firm chest.
Since this girl refused to be doped a second time, she caught her balance before she fell backwards, and lifted her hand in what appeared to a slap, but instead was a scratch across the cheek of her captor.
Hilde heard an "ow" of pain, but decided not to stick around any longer to see how long her nails would last her before she ended up having him molest her.
So she turned around and tried to backtrack out of the kitchen and try another door, when she felt a pair of arms pull her to her captor's chest, locking her arms down, leaving her upper body motionless.
"You're a feisty one, aren't ya'?" she heard her captor say in a slightly familiar voice.
Oh no! He might be one of those masochist, (or was it sadist?), guys who liked their rape-ee's alive and kicking! She turned her head to try and get a good look at her kidnapper, and was surprised to see the smiling, violet eyes of the guy from Jamba Juice.
Now, Hilde knew seeing a (slightly) familiar face could mean two things.
A.) He was a freaky stalker person that followed her and waited for the perfect time to capture her and take her to his dwelling where he could keep her in a closet for he and himself only.
B.) Or, he recognized her at the club and decided she was a nice enough person to try and save from some unwanted male.
Hilde prayed for the former theory to be the right one.
As Hilde did not know what else she could do to see what the man behind her wanted from her, she decided to be straight, and to the point, and to judge his reaction.
"Hey, you're the guy from Jamba Juice!" was what she said.
She watched, as he looked hard at her, before a look of recognition brightened his eyes.
"So that's where I know you from!" was what he said.
And from that reaction, Hilde knew there was one and only one more possibility as to why she was at his home.
"Oh my god! You and that other guy are going to take turns with me!"
At this, her captor let her go, and turned her around by her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes.
"I know this might sound pretty farfetched, but I saved you from that other guy at the Buddha Lounge last night."
Hilde looked at him, Duo was his name she remembered, to look for any signs of lying and saw none. But she did notice a particularly nasty looking scratch beneath his eye on his cheek.
"Oh, did I do that? I'm sorry."
"It's alright," he said as he let go of her shoulders, and slightly backed away from her. "Wow, you sure look like a mess," Hilde twitched, "If you want you can take a shower. There's a bathroom upstairs."
"Thanks," said Hilde with a sigh. She knew she shouldn't be so trusting, but he seemed harmless enough, for now. "Let me just call my friend to pick me up."
And that's where she left off before she called Relena.
"Everything's okay?" asked Duo.
"Yeah," said Hilde, "Now could I go take that shower you offered? My face feels kind of sticky."
"I'm not surprised from they way you slept with your mouth open," At this, Hilde glared. "You could borrow some of my clothes for when you're done. I'll show you where the bathroom is before I go get them," said Duo.
"Thanks," was Hilde's reply as they headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"No problem," said Duo with a half-smile.
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Some would call it irresponsible driving. Others road rage. And other people wouldn't bother to call it anything because they were too busy cursing from the close call they had with the deep blue Mustang.
But the reason wasn't really any of those.
The fact was that Heero was angry. After Relena disappeared from the bathroom, (and he knew she disappeared because he checked,) he decided to go home. But then he couldn't because his car wasn't there. He figured someone must've stolen it because Duo would never leave without him. And it wasn't as though he could check to see because Duo didn't have a cell phone. ("The only person I'd ever call would be you, and I don't want to share a line under the pretence that we're a couple, thank-you.")
He figured he might as well just go and get a rental car to save them both the trouble of having to search for one. He called a taxi, and when it finally came after half-an-hour, and took him to a rental car place, he had to go through all sort of security measures to make sure he wasn't some outlaw who'd murdered someone that was trying to escape to Mexico in a car that wasn't registered in his name. It was late at night, and his claims probably sounded false to their ears, so he had to stay at the rental car place for 4 fucking hours! When he found a car he liked (that wasn't purple,) and was finally allowed to leave with it, he headed out of there and to the nearest Starbucks for a nice, hot Caramel Latte, with extra sugar to give him a boost or energy since he hadn't slept at all all night, and it was nearing noontime.
After that, he went to the mall, The Grove, to do his ultra-super-dooper-big-time-secret-stress relief, which was shopping. No, he was not gay, or metro sexual or anything, but he always enjoyed buying nice new things. After he found an outfit he was willing to wear, as well as several other outfits, all courtesy of Abercrombie, Gap, and American Outfitters, he changed into one. Then he went to Barnes and Noble, and bought a couple of books to read. After that, he went and had lunch, and another latte for energy. When he returned to his car, and looked at the little digital clock, he realized it was 2:26pm, and he'd been out for a long time, so he decided to drive on home, and take a nice long shower, and then take a nice heavenly nap so he could forget about all the problems in his life.
When he got to his apartment, he drove down into the underground parking lot only to see a little deep purple Volkswagen New Beetle, in the space between and blue Ford Explorer, and red PT Cruiser.
Now, Heero wasn't mad.
Oh no.
He was livid.
He sped into the nearest empty space, grabbed his shopping bags and slammed the car door shut. He locked the car's doors with the little remote and angrily walked to the elevator that was already open as someone had just walked out of it. The only thought going through his mind was I'm gonna kill Duo.
He pressed floor 4, and waited while muttering curses under his breath. When he heard the ding of the elevator signifying the doors were open, he closed his eyes and walked forward and opened the unlocked door to his apartment.
When the door was closed, he took a deep breath and yelled,
"Duo!"
He heard a thump and the sound of running feet upstairs. Heero opened his eyes and saw Duo, slightly panting, his face inquiring, at the foot of the stairs.
Then Heero started the tirade, topics ranging from where was he at the club, why didn't he wait for him, did he know how much trouble he went through to get a rental car because he thought their car was stolen, what was he thinking, and why was he so stupid?
"Hey, um Heero…" started Duo nervously.
"What?" asked Heero with a glare, his voice never rising.
"Err, eh, why didn't you ehm, just maybe sort of call me at home as in here because, ummm…yeah. That…would've been, uhm you know. Err. Uh-huh."
Hmmm. Heero never thought about it that way…
Oh well! He was angry and he had a right to be angry! Who did Duo think he was just taking their shared car without permission….stpdidthothnksheoonsevrthng…
"That's not the point," drawled Heero as he started up the stairs, silently fuming. He was going to get his laptop from the guest room, and search for a way to hire and assassin to murder certain people legally. Oh yeah, then no more annoying roommates, two-timing (ex)girlfriends, insane Gucci wearing blondes, or any of that. They'd all be gone and out of his brown hair forever… Yes. That sounded like exactly what he wanted…
Heero opened the door to the guest room, only to see a red-faced, black haired, petite girl in some of Duo's old pajamas fall from behind the door. Apparently she was listening intently with her ear to the door, when Heero surprised her and burst into the room.
"Oh yeah, Heero don't go in the guest room because there's a guest in there!" yelled Duo from downstairs.
Okay. Now Heero was very very angry.
"You mean to tell me you left me stranded at a club so you could bed some hussy!"
The girl immediately flushed even redder, and picked herself up, slightly stumbling on the red plaid of Duo's PJ pants she was wearing. She started shaking her head furiously, as she twiddled with her fingers, barely poking out from the large, grey sweatshirt she was wearing.
"Oh, no no no…Me and your boyfriend didn't do anything like that. I had no idea he was gay or bi or whatever but you see I'm only here because he saved me from a really shady guy and I didn't mean to offend you in anyway because me and your boyfriend didn't do anything and I'm so sorry and I'm sure he doesn't have any attraction whatsoever towards me because he didn't take advantage of me and he's obviously taken by you and I know that might not ring true but-"
Wait a minute…What was this girl rambling on about? Wait, Duo taken by me…WHAT!?
"What are you going on about, Duo and I aren't…involved," said Heero coldly, his cheeks a light shade of pink. He was as straight as a board thank you very much.
"Oh," the girl paused to think a little bit, "Omigosh I'm so sorry it's just that I assumed because you were mad, because-and, but you-he, they, you both. Are, um. I'm sorry," she said, looking down at the floor sheepishly.
"It's okay," Heero looked at her. "Just don't talk anymore," he said as he grabbed his laptop and calmly walked out of the door.
"I'm Hilde by the way," said the girl, now identified as Hilde.
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After everything was cleared up, and Heero found that there was no way to kill someone legally unless it was in his defense, Duo, Heero, and Hilde, sat in the living room sipping on tea.
"So, are you planning on leaving anytime soon?" asked Heero bluntly, staring hard at the petite girl.
That stare of his always made her rather uncomfortable, so she shifted lightly in her seat and replied, "I called a friend of mine to pick me up but I don't know what's taking her so long. She can be rather ditzy at times, so I guess she might be a little bit lost."
"Why didn't you just ask Duo since he did have our car and all," asked Heero with a meaningful look at Duo.
"Err, I wanted to go shopping afterwards?" said Hilde with a sheepish look. The truth was she didn't want him knowing where she lived just yet. Duo was nice and all, but Hilde hadn't done a background check on him yet, and she didn't know of he had any stalker-like tendencies, and she was not willing to take the risk.
The ring of Hilde's cell phone broke their conversation. She shot an apologetic look at Heero, but he just raised an eyebrow at her choice of ring tone.
"Hello?" said Hilde into the phone, "What do you mean you can't find it?" she paused, "That's because it's not a hotel, it's an apartment…Why are you calling me wil- nevermind. Just never mind…You see it? Good…I'll wait outside for you...No? Why not?…You want to see who's the lucky guy? What are you talking about?…Okay, bye. It's room 401 okay?…See you in a few minutes." She hung up her phone. "Well, she's here guys. You don't mind if she comes up do you?"
"Of course not," said Duo nervously, "But I was, err. Wondering if maybe I could call you to, y'know? Make sure you got home okay."
"He just has a crush on you and wants your number so he can ask for a date when I'm not around," said Heero standing up, "I'll take these to wash," he said taking the 3 cups of tea, heading towards the kitchen.
Hilde and Duo both blushed, but she gave him her cell phone number anyway when the doorbell rang.
Duo went and opened the door to reveal a messy looking Relena. He hair was disarrayed, and obviously not brushed. She was in her pink, flannel pajamas covered with cute little flying kittens. She was still in her fuzzy bunny slippers, and was carrying an expensive looking purse that totally contradicted her I-just-woke-up look.
"Ooohhhh….so you're the lucky guy," she said, staring at Duo, inviting herself in.
"Goodness Relena, when I said you didn't have to get dressed I didn't mean you had to look like you just woke up," said Hilde, embarrassed for her friend.
"Well, I did just wake up when you called since I worked myself to sleep worrying about you! You didn't call or anything, and I was up half the night thinking about you!" Okay, maybe not half the night. "Besides, you don't look so great yourself, wild gal."
"Relena, please," said Hilde with as sigh as she picked up her stuff placed in a Macy's bag.
Heero chose this time to walk in from the kitchen.
When he caught sight of Relena he stopped, and stared.
She stared back, just as surprised as he was.
"You!" they said at the same time.
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There's chapter 3! Woo! What will happen next. I'd totally give you a preview if I knew myself but yeah. Sorry I took so long again, and that this chapter is so short but I ran out of inspiration for this chapter, plus I don't have any notes or anything telling me what direction I want to go with this story, so I'm just going with the flow baby. Maybe we'll see a bit of Sylvia in the next chapter, eh? If you have any suggestions, just leave a review! I'm always open to ideas. Bye yo.