Heero leaned against the back of his chair, the speed of his typing slowing ever so slightly. He sighed, allowing his work-roughed hands to rest for a moment. The stoic pilot glanced slightly to his left, a bright yellow post it note grabbing his attention. It wasn't the post it note that had captivated the perfect soldier, but the carefully and neatly written sequence of numerals written under an equally neat signature.
Nikita
266-2728

She had given him the number just before she left, telling him that he could always reach her by that number, and if she didn't answer she was dead. He had nodded, slipping the sticky note into the pocket of his jeans. Nikita had left, allowing the soft feeling of their kiss linger upon his lips. That was three and a half months ago, and he still hadn't called. The killer of millions, and soldier of absolute perfection couldn't bring himself to dial the seven digits that would lead to the sweet voice that would soothe his loneliness.

He was afraid.

Afraid that if he dialed, she wouldn't answer. Meaning that she would be dead. Even if she was dead, if he never dialed he'd never know, and he could at least pretend she would be pulling into the driveway at any second.
"Ignorance is bliss," He stated, quoting Nikita, "if you don't know, it wont hurt."
The ghost of a smile played upon his lips, to her , life was short, and precious, and that one should enjoy it while they can.
'Stop being afraid, Yuy' He thought bitterly, 'Fear is merely an obstacle, and what do you do about obstacles?'
"I eliminate all obstacles," He stated, his voice that deep, unchanging monotone he usually spoke in. Heero narrowed his cobalt blue eyes into thin slits, glaring daggers at the cordless phone that was conveniently sitting on his desk. He snatched up the phone, dialing the seven digits with an unseen speed, before he could back out.
"Bonjour?" A voice questioned. The voice was too deep to Nikita, in fact, to deep to female.
"Is Nikita there?"
"May I ask who is speaking?"
"Heero," He stated bluntly, his demeanor was suspicious , who was this man, and why was he answering Nikita's phone?
"Hold on a moment."
"NIKITA!!!!!! You're BOYFRIEND'S on the phone!!!"
Heero cringed slightly, holding the phone away from his ear.
"Give me my phone damn it!" He heard Nikita demand.
"Reowr!" The man cried, imitating a cat's swipe with his hand.
There was the sound of a smack and a 'shut up', before a more familiar and more feminine voice greeted.
"Heero?"
"Yes."
"Did you hea-"
"Yes," He interrupted. She just laughed.
"Sorry about that... it was just Nick. He's my.... um.... hold on..."
"Nick, what are you?
"Um... Human I hope..."
"No, gayness, what are you to me."
"Um your extremely sexy secretary that you have a passionate affair with at your office..."
The two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, eliciting a eyebrow quirk from Heero.
"You dumb ass," Nikita cried between laughs. Heero didn't have to see her to know that she was probably holding her sides because they ached.
"Is he serious?" Heero asked
"No! I don't have an office nor do I have an extremely sexy secretary, or am I having a passionate affair with him."
"Oh, just checking."
"But if I did, I probably would."
Heero narrowed his eyes, already envisioning the 'secretary' being squashed into pudding by Zero.
"I'm just kidding, so you can stop killing my imaginary secretary. Anyhoo, Nick is like my brother."
" So you can stop killing me to!" Nick chimed in from across the room.
"Go cross the wires on Miss Une's suit, make it sing or something! Go away!"
"Go away!" Nick mocked.
"I am going to kill you! After I talk to my baby, so vamuse! Move it! De!"
"Awwwwww, her wittle baby."
"Ouch! Okay I'm going!"
"Hey Heero, I'm sorry, Nick's being a faggot."
"It's okay, so when are you coming home?"
"It's December 20th right?"
"Yep."
"The twenty first, but Julia may get there a bit before me, so don't be mean to her, okay?"
"Okay."
"Promise, and tell every one else that okay?"
"I promise."
"Sounds sincere enough, well I love you, see you in few days."
"Aishiteru, koiboto," Heero whispered.
"Does that mean what I think it means?"
"Hai."
"Okay then...Je t'amine," She said.
"Does that mean..."
"Oui, bonne nuit mon petit shu-shu."
"Wha?"
"Good night, my love."
"Night, Neko-chan,"
"Whatever, bye Heero."
"Bye, Nikita."
Heero pressed the off button on the cordless phone, setting it down on the desk next to his laptop. He saved the document he had been typing, shut down, and closed the lid of his Samsung.
"Finished already? It's only eight o'clock! It's a record!"
"Shut up, Duo."
"Dude, you don't have to be so mean to me all the time! I have feelings, I'm a human being, and I want to be treated as one! I can't take it anymore!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!"
"Abunai," Heero muttered, scratching the top of his head.
"I know!" Duo chirped, running out of the room. Heero rolled his eyes, spinning the black cordless phone on his desk. He sighed, standing up. The blue-eyed pilot shuffled to his closet, pulling a pair of black jeans and an evergreen turtle neck. He pulled the jeans on over his white and black Dilber boxers, (A/N: Dilbert ROX!!!) and slipped into the thick turtle neck. He
grabbed his leather wallet, counting out how much money he had. Only fifty-five. Heero smirked, walking towards the desk. He opened the Samsung, and began to type rapidly. A few miniutes later, he straightened up, shutting the laptop down once more.
"That outta do it," He thought, chuckling under his breath, as somewhere 2 million dollars was drained from hundreds of banks, into his account. The stoic 01 pilot, shut his laptop and strode purposefully out of the room. He hurried out of the house, grabbing a black denim jacket off of the door. Heero hopped into the Jeep, slipping the key into the ignition. He started the SUV, and pulled out of the driveway. He was going to a place that he thought he would never go, willingly, that is.
The Mall.
But he had something important in mind, something for Nikita.

Something special.
~ Paris, France ~
A young woman sat in front of a piano, positioning her long fingers on the cool keys. She gently played each key combination, creating beautiful music, enchanting all who heard. Her soft lips dampened, as she ran her tongue over them, preparing to sing.
"Are God is an awesome God,
he reigns in heaven above.
In wisdom power and love
Are God is an awesome God."
Her soft, velvety voice carried about the room, Her brown eyes half-lidded, and her chocolate brown hair hanging in her face as she bowed her head.
"Julia!"
The girl looked up, turning towards the source of the sound. She faced an elderly woman with her graying hair pulled back in a bun, and small glasses masking her vibrant blue eyes.
"Yes?"
"Remember what I told you about perfect timing?"
The girl nodded, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The older woman smiled, handing her a Priority Mail envelope. The fifteen year old, tore open the envelope removing the package inside.
"One way ticket from Paris to JFK Airport in Ohio." Her heavy French accent, clouding the words.
"Nicholas said he would be taking you to your sisters place."
"Really?!"
"Yes, child."
Julia smiled, throwing her arms around the old woman who just laughed, patting her back gently. The woman, Marie, held Julia at arms length saying: "Go pack child, you must be gone before your Uncle returns from London." Julia nodded, hurrying out of the living room, and bolting up the stairs. She hadn't been so excited in her whole life.
~
Nikita sat behind a computer, her fingers dancing rapidly over the black keys. She narrowed her eyes slightly, as she double clicked on a file. The blue glow of the screen, reflected off her face, as did the white words of the documents that she was scrolling through. Her brown eyes lit up, as something of interest popped into her view. She smiled, pulling her fist back to her side.
"Yes! I got it!"
"You did?! That's great! Lemme see!"
Nick walked up behind her, leaning over her shoulders, looking at the screen. A smile reached his green eyes, as he hugged her from behind.
"Good one, Kita."
She smiled, nodding, leaning back into his brotherly hug. Nikita was so happy, she could cry.
~
"No, that one's to...fussy, I want something simple."
The man behind the counter led Heero to line of rings on the other side of the shop. He pointed to various rings, explaining the stones, and how much it was. Each time, Heero would rejected it.
Too big, too small.
Not enough stones.
Too many stones.
It must be diamond.
Gross.
...No.
"How is this one?" The irritated, and frustrated jewelry salesman asked, holding up the last ring. It was a one, one and a half karat diamond set in a simple platinum ring. Two light blue, rose shaped gems were situated on either side of the diamond. The mixture of the platinum, diamond, and light sapphire gave it an almost magical appearance.
"How much?"
The salesman broke into a smile, the feeling of a sale coming on.
"15,000, but it-"
"I'll take it," Heero said, cutting off his lecture on how rare that type of sapphire was, and how the diamonds were hand sculpted. He didn't care about all that. All he knew that the ring was perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
~
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That's all folks! Well...for now anyway. I think this one is the best one. It took me a while cuz of all the shit happenin at school. Algebra sux!!!! Well Review, and send comments and suggestions to Babysista2000@aol.com