"He'll love it!" Rei gushed as she watched her friend walk down the hallway. At the moment, the four non-married women were all sharing the same apartment. Their home was cozy and color-coded.
Makoto had the green room, a nice mixture of the nature she was blessed by, the canopy bed had fawn-brown covers and a sheer green overthrow with designs handstitched by Ami herself. Light green and white mingled together to create the curtains that could be closed at will, her carpet was an impeccable cream shade, from there, her walls were a light green, with one contrasting forest green behind her bed. Her floor still had the dark and light pattern on the floor from the vacuuming she'd completed earlier. Candles and plant pots littered the edges of the room, giving it an earthy atmosphere. She also had a small full wood desk and a spinning brown chair, a large mirror sat propped against the wall her door was on, purposely left in the position so she could see herself before she left, whether she wanted to or not. The room was her own, she'd designed it, and simply put, she loved it.
Ami had the blue based room, she had a small aquarium all to herself filled with freshwater fish sitting on her glass-topped desk, accompanied by multitudes of books. Her covers were a light blue with bubbles embroidered on the edge, she remembered making the covers herself when she'd first started learning how to sew, she'd made each girl their own bedset for Christmas, it was the first gift she'd given that was handmade. Her floor was also completely clean. A nice pure white was what she stood on every morning in her fuzzy teal slippers. Her vanity was small and had pictures taped to almost every area of it, in a perfect chronological order of course. Her walls were blue and had several of her father's pictures framed on every side. Her mother called on her personal telephone line, Ami was surrounded by everything she loved, her family, her friends, her element, it was perfect for her.
Minako's now empty room was of course the yellow room. Bright orange dots stood out against the light background the sunlit walls made. Everyone had a sneaking suspicion that Heero's new bedspread was that of a bright yellow backing to a pale orange sun, though he denied the accusations, Minako had assured Ami the bedspread had been in use, and through the washing cycle numerous times. Something Ami didn't need to know. Minako had left something behind however, her scent and a small piece of her spirit. Laughter was immediate when one walked into the room, memories would flood back to when they were awkward teenagers still finding themselves in the world. Minako was their sunshine, no one could ever take that spot from her.
Rei's room was styled red. However, her walls weren't a bright red one would expect, no, her room was lined with dark red walls, an almost mahogany color, a more neutral color, her carpet was tan and once again, clean. She had made sure a fireplace was in her room, and because of that, she'd gotten the largest, the previous master bedroom. Her sheets were black and white, a small flame stitched lovingly into the very corner of the comforter. Her room was rather plain, just as the other girls' were. Minako's old room was really the only one with anything more than small group pictures or the furniture. The dark burgundy curtains surrounding her mattress were currently held back by black tassels. The room had a very mysterious feel, the dark coloring giving the fire-lit room a homey old-time theme. The mat on her floor completed the look, she was calm in her room, restful and secure.
Usagi's room was very much a princess room. Light pink walls with contrasting crisp white. Her bedspread was covered with bunnies and moons with a miniature Tuxedo Kamen in the very corner. Her floor was littered with clothing and other various items, the floor color could not be distinguished due to some stains caused by Usagi's endearing clumsiness. The canopy had layers upon layers of pink and white lace, girly and youthful, both describing their princess. Pictures of friends and family were taped disastrously to the walls, her room was actually quite plain, but the mess made up for that. It was all Usagi, all the time.
The green door had opened to giggles and smiles, all waiting, Quatre had come over as well, though he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but the chair he was lounging in. It was the "Quat and Mako chair." The green and white loveseat was shared by the two when together, or was just laid back on when the other wasn't there. On more than one occasion, the two had fallen asleep on the comfortable cushions while watching a movie. That was their spot, their chair. Important memories were imprinted on that chair, her first time drunk on her 21st birthday, the first time Quatre had worn the pink shirt she'd gotten him, the first time they'd watched a rated R Horror movie, and her first kiss. It was an accident really, it was Christmas time, and the whole group had gotten together, Trowa had just moved away to live with his sister and Makoto was introducing Quatre to the senshi. She wanted to get back at them for a practical joke they had pulled on her earlier and decided to announce that Quatre was her boyfriend. He'd given in after she'd given him the puppy-dog face. That was back when the tactic had still worked.
//Flashback//
"Mako, really? I don't even know these people!" Quatre determinedly looked over her head and safely past her glittering eyes.
"Yes Quatre! Come on! It'll be fun, you may even get a kiss tonight." Makoto replied winking as she sashayed up the steps. Her coy act fell apart when she began giggling uncontrollably. "You and me? That'd be the day!" Little did he know her heart was coming apart as she said those words, the words he remembered. Maybe, just maybe, if they did this trick, he'd realize just how good they'd be together, that's really what she was planning after all.
"No kidding, just think about it, our kids would be weird looking, seriously, isn't it against some law to date your best friend? They'd probably be all mutated and stuff." Makoto giggled at the look on Quatre's face as he spoke.
"That's just for relatives silly!" She shoved him playfully as she pulled the key out of her pocket. "Ok, time to act like a couple." She squeezed the hand she was already holding and pushed the door open, Quatre quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and began to nuzzle her neck. Makoto gasped and giggled as she felt his arms around her torso, his hair tickling the back of her neck. The other occupants in the room looked on as Makoto pulled away from her 'boyfriend.' She settled into her chair after kissing him on the cheek, using her momentum to drag him down with her. He collapsed into the chair falling on top of her, their lips met, teeth smashing together. That was the end of the act. They both grabbed their mouths and burst out laughing after the pain had subsided. Their viewers did nothing, too stunned to say anything or make any sudden movements. Makoto had split her lip and Quatre was pretty sure he'd knocked out a couple teeth. After a quick check up with Ami's minimal dental knowledge, they were both given the ok. In the end, Quatre had been accepted whole heartedly after Mamoru and Haruka had analyzed him thoroughly, both giving him the OK to date Makoto even though they now knew it was a joke. The night had gone well, Quatre and Makoto were closer than ever after that incident, but she had lost her first kiss, but she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather give it to.
//End Flashback//
'Ding Dong' Quatre's head jerked up as Makoto walked to the door, but he intercepted her, answering the door himself.
"Hello, I'm here to pick up Makoto? I might have the wrong apartment number, excuse me." Trowa said quickly vaguely recognizing the intimidating blond in front of him. Quatre had two inches over him and was visibly irritated. Then green tipped fingers pushed the irate menace aside.
"No, it's the right apartment, Quatre was just hanging out until you came." Makoto supplied after seeing Trowa's surprised and slightly afraid look.
"It's all good, so, we'll be going then?" Trowa offered her his arm and she took it. Trowa handed Quatre a bouquet of flowers. "Here, could you put these in some water for me? Thanks I appreciate it." Quatre grabbed the bouquet roughly, and thrust Makoto's purse into her hands.
"Don't forget this." He muttered. "Listen Barton, you have her home by ten thirty or I will have your hide, got it, and believe me, I'm not the only one you have to worry about." He looked over his shoulder. "Haruka, Mamoru, Barton's here!" Two more tall figures appeared at the doorway. The new blond was slightly shorter than he was and had a slimmer build, Trowa relaxed at that until the second person came to the door. Familiar dark hair and deep blue eyes topped the head of a tall, very buff, person. It was obvious Mamoru worked out, as his muscles were apparently against his tan skin, he was more built than Trowa ever remembered him being.
"Keep your hands to yourself Barton." The blond spat as he tugged their arms apart. Makoto rolled her eyes, Trowa however was surprised the man's strength.
"Chill Haruka, don't mind her Trowa." Trowa blinked, surprised. He looked at the man more closely, the face was definitely feminine, but that was all that hinted to her gender.
"Aw Mako, you know you're able to go out with me anytime." The woman said winking at the younger female in front of her. She reached out and pulled Makoto flush against her front. Makoto rolled her eyes once more and pushed Haruka off her as she grinned playfully.
"Maybe later Haruka, but for now, Michiru might just be a little jealous, you better go kiss and make up." Trowa looked over Haruka's shoulder, and sure enough, there was a teal haired woman tapping her fingers on her arm impatiently. Haruka laughed and walked back to the wavy haired goddess, kissing her passionately.
"Oh, we've made up alright." Michiru said after the kiss was over, she began to impatiently tug on Haruka's shirt buttons. "We'll be going too, Hotaru's at a friend's house and Setsuna's not home, so we'll have some time alone. Have fun Mako!" Michiru then proceeded to pull her lover down the stairs and towards their flashy sports car. Usagi then popped up at the door.
"Hey Trowa! Hope they didn't scare you too much! They do this to everyone, don't feel bad." She pulled at Mamoru's arm, the man relaxed and looked down at her smiling.
"We didn't get him too bad." Mamoru smiled at Trowa and clapped him on the shoulder. "Take care of her Barton." He and Usagi disappeared into the apartment. Soon it was just Trowa, Makoto, and the main source of the remaining tension, Quatre.
Trowa looked at Quatre, the man's eyes still told of Trowa's impending doom.
"I'm Quatre, Makoto's best friend." Trowa shook the offered hand and gritted his teeth as he felt the opposing hand try to crush his own. "You two have fun." Quatre leaned out and kissed Makoto on the corner of her lips. Trowa noticed the look on Makoto's face, on of pure love as he did that. His own lips twitched into a small frown, he glared at the blond haired suitor in front of him.
"Oh, we will." He wrapped his arm around Makoto's waist and led her away. He looked back at the pissed off male, it was obvious Quatre was seething. Eventually they reached the stairwell and they left Quatre's view.
"Bastard." Quatre murmured.
"Jerk." Trowa hissed under his breath.
Makoto looked over at her date and sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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Sorry it took me so long to update, I had prom this weekend and driver's ed, and then I went to the new Y and stuff so, yeah.
Anyway, so yeah. Trowa knows Mamoru and the inners but had yet to meet the outers and Quatre as he did today. And when Makoto thought it was going to be a long night, it's not because she doesn't like Trowa, it's because Trowa will be trying to outdo anything Quatre would have done, and Quatre will most likely try and ruin their date through his endless connections.
That's it really, thanks for reading. And I know that I don't beg for reviews, but it's kind of annoying when you know that you've had over 100 hits, yet no reviews or anything like that. Thanks to l-annethunder, Topazdragon, and Turquoise Fire for reviewing!
I really appreciate it.
And I was thinking of doing a Digimon fanfic later in life, I'm not a good judge on my writing, so I was hoping someone could give me advice on whether to continue, or just shoot my fanfic career and move on with life, either way, I'll listen.
Thanks again for reading!
