The Five That Fell Chapter 2
Call
me…
The
rain poured down as a lonely figure sat on a secluded bench in the park. "I
swear to god I'm going to kill Duo." Trowa threw down his clown mask and screamed
in frustration. "That is the last time I let Duo set me up with anyone." He
threw his head back and couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Guess that's
the old Barton luck holding up."
~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~
Trowa
walked up the stairs to his date's apartment. He was a little nervous but more
than anything he was anxious. For the first time in his life Trowa had a date,
and she was a very sweet girl by Duo's account. He finally reached her door and
knocked. After what seemed like an eternity she opened the door with a big
smile plastered on her sweet pixie like face. "Hello Sarah, you look absolutely
ravishing tonight." Sarah stepped out from behind the door and Trowa's jaw hit
the floor. She stood before him in a black leather mini skirt, red halter-top
and black stiletto heels.
"I
take it you approve?" She smirked at Trowa who was still at a loss for words.
All shed did was take his arm and walk him down to her car. "I've got this
great little Italian place in mind. I'm sure you'll love it." Trowa just nodded
and stepped into her car.
The car ride was spent in
relative silence. Sarah just hummed to the radio while Trowa just stared at her
in awe. 'I'll have to thank Duo next time I talk to him.' Ten minutes into the
ride they pulled up to the restaurant. Once inside the hostess sat them in a
small booth in the corner and brought them some menus. "This place is really
nice. How'd you find it?"
Her hands started to shake
and her eyes welled up with tears. "M…my ex boyfriend took me here the night
he," Trowa couldn't make out the last word; she just broke down and started
sobbing uncontrollably.
He was frozen;
'What am I supposed to do?' Trowa grabbed her hand and tried to soothe her.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I brought it up." For twenty minutes straight all Sarah
did was cry and go on about her boy friend and how he wanted space. All Trowa
did was bight his lip and occasionally tell her it was okay. The waitress came
but turned tail when she saw Sarah's current state.
After another hour
of her crying Trowa was anxious to leave. He looked down at his watch, "I'm
sorry but I've got to go to work." She looked up at him with her swollen red
eyes and sniffled. "You can come with me if you want, I work at the circus."
She inexplicably shot up out of her chair and started for the door. "Where are
you going?"
"It's my boyfriend, I just
saw him out the window." She smiled back at him one last time and took off out
the door and out of his life. 'I really have to kill Duo when I see him next.'
~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
The rain continued its assault on
Trowa's body as he looked up at the star lit sky. 'It could've been worse. She
could have been a man.' Trowa got up off of his bench, picked up his mask and
just started walking down the road. His legs started to take control and lead
him down a deserted stretch of road. Every now and then a car would speed by
but Trowa took no heed to them.
Trowa's mind was running over his
brief experiences with the opposite sex. 'Lets see there was that Middi girl. She
got most of my friends killed and expected me to be grateful that she spared
me.' He shook his head as the images of the young blond girl filled his head.
'And to think that was my most successful first date.' Then it hit Trowa, 'God,
I suck when it comes to women.'
As Trowa continued down the street
another wayward soul was speeding down the road in her car. Inside the car she
looked into the backseat and checked on her sleeping daughter. "so much like
him," she mumbled. When she turned back around she saw a figure walking down
the same street. Upon closer inspection she recognized the figure, "hey that
looks like…it is, it's Trowa."
The car came to a screeching halt in
front of Trowa; as the window came down he recognized his former employer
sitting in the drivers seat. "Lady Une, what brings you out here at this time
of night?"
"Oh, Marie wanted to go see her
father again." Une nodded towards the now sleeping girl in the backseat. "You
need a lift?" Trowa shrugged and opened the car door. "So where are you
headed?" Trowa shrugged his shoulders again. "Whats wrong?"
Trowa let out a heavy sigh, "Just
contemplating the benefits of a celibate lifestyle." He put his head in his hands
and started to laugh again. "Because after tonight, I'm really starting to
consider it."
Lady Une cocked an eyebrow at her
former subordinate and chuckled silently. "Women problems?" Trowa nodded his
head in response. "Let me give you some advice, a celibate life sucks! I should
know. And secondly don't let Duo set you up again. He made me go out with this
architect who was a complete nutcase. All he did durin dinner was prattle on
about aliens and government conspiracies." She laughed heartily while she
recalled the events of that particular evening.
"At least you had dinner." Trowa
shook his head in an attempt to get the droplets of water out of his still
perfect hair. (What kind of hair gel does he use?) "My date just sat down and
cried for about forty five minutes. Then she took off after her ex boyfriend.
Hey I've got an idea, lets form the "I'm going to kill Duo for setting me up
with a complete lunatic club."
"Sure." Lady Une and Trowa shook
hands and exchanged an awkward look after neither of the two broke the
handshake. "So um where were you headed?"
"I don't know." Trowa noticed Lady
Une periodically glancing into the rearview mirror trying to get a glimpse of
the girl she considered her daughter. "You still miss him don't you?"
Lady Une nodded heavy-heartedly. "I
miss him terribly. But I have Mareimaia to remind me of him so it's not so
bad." She tried her best to not let her emotions betray her false sentiment,
but she knew he could see right through her. "So where can I take you?"
"I've got a hotel room on earth but
it's a thirty minute drive from here."
"I don't live far from here. You can
sleep on my couch tonight."
The rest of the ride was spent in
relative silence. The car finally stopped outside of a large condominium. "Wo
this is really nice." Trowa and Lady Une stepped out of the car but dove back
inside. "I'll get the girl." Trowa unbuckled her seatbelt and picked her up in
his arms. Slowly he walked up to the front door with Mareimaia in hand.
The door creeked open and revealed a
very elegantly decorated interior. "Would you mind tossing her in her room?
It's the second door on the left." Trowa nodded and carried the sleeping child
into her room. As he left Lady Une caught herself staring at his ass. 'C'mon
Une! Get it together.' A minute later Trowa came back out of her room. "How is
she?"
"Tired, although she did wake up
long enough to look at me and call me fake Trowa." They both shared a chuckle
and another uncomfortable silence. "I don't mean to be a pain or anything but
do you have anything to eat. I haven't eaten anything other than cotton candy
in the last ten hours."
"Um sorry I don't." Lady Une
searched through a mess of papers and then pulled out a Chinese menu. "But we
could order something. You like Chinese?" Trowa nodded and Lady Une moved over
to the phone. "You have any preferences?" He shook his head no and she dialed
the phone. He couldn't really follow what she was saying as she was speaking in
Chinese. Lady Une hung up the phone and sat down on the couch. "It'll be here
in about twenty minutes."
Trowa sat down in the adjoining
chair. "I'm sorry. I never thanked you for the ride." He gave her a half smile,
which she returned. For some reason Trowa found himself checking out Lady Une.
'Wow! I've never noticed before but she's really…what the hell am I doing?' He
averted his eyes to the floor and kept quiet until the food came.
When the delivery
boy arrived Trowa insisted upon paying. After dinner all that was left were the
two fortune cookies. "That was really good, thank you." Lady Une picked up her
cookie (the one facing her of course!) and cracked it open.
It is better to let things go. There is no sense in living
in the past
Your lucky number is: 3
"You're welcome." Trowa picked
up his cookie and crushed it in his palm. He unfolded the piece of paper and
read it to himself silently.
Love is right around the corner. Just keep looking.
Your lucky number is: 11
"Weird," they both said in
unison. Then, as if some foreign force was propelling them their lips came
crashing down upon each other's. Their kiss lasted for well over a minute and
was only broken by their need to breath. Trowa was the first to steady his
breathing and locked his eyes with hers. "I've gotta confess, I've wanted to do
that since we met in space."
"The why'd you stop?" Lady
Une pulled him close and resumed their embrace. Her arms went around his neck
while his hands roamed over her back. They sat there holding each other through
the night.
And to think, most people
don't take their fortune's seriously.