Believe: Part Two
By Izzy
All standard disclaimers apply. Some people may not to read this because they 'think' Hee-chan's dead. If you're so stupid as to not have gotten a clue yet, I'll give you a little hint: What kind of world would there be with only a Rel-chan and no Hee-chan?'
*~*~*~*
"Well then, sir, what should I call you?" Sean lifted his eyebrows.
The colonel wracked his brain for an answer. "I ... I know this isn't my real name, but ... call me Odin." (AN: Or is it Adin? Oh well, you'll just have to frigging deal with it!)
"Odin, huh? Well, Odin it is, uh, sir!"
*~*~*~*
Haziel and Elena's view was being blocked by some old man would wouldn't move.
"I told you," Haziel whispered, accusingly to Elena, "we should have waited over there." He pointed to a little bench. "We would get a better view way over there." He pointed to a little bench about twenty feet away.
"Oh whatever. Flora's sure to find us anywways."
"Uh huh -" They both shut up as they heard an incoming plane. Elena began to jump, trying to see over the man's head.
"Ugh - this takes all the fun out of being at an airport," she whined, wrinkling her nose at Haziel.
His Prussian blue eyes twinkled. "That's your fault, shorty."
"Shorty?!? I'm only two inches shorter than you, mister!"
"Elena, shut up. I'll give you a lift." He turned around and picked Elena up, piggy back style. "Can you see now?"
"Yeah - there she is! Come on!" He set her down gently, and they scrambled off, only to slam into -
"Uncle Trowa! What are you doing here?"
Trowa grinned. "Your mom sent me to pick you up. Did you guys think you were going to take the bus all the way to the mansion?"
"Well, duh." Haziel lifted an eyebrow. "Did you think we would _walk_?"
"NO, Ziel. I was going to call a cab," Elena said, pointedly. "Now that Mom's the Vice Foreign Minister again, you'd think we could afford one."
"Whatever, Lena. Hey, Flora!"
She caught sight of the group and waved. Tucking a long black curl behind one ear, she grabbed her suitcase.
"Olaaaaaa ..." she practically sang. "Long time, no see, eh? Especially now that you're famous!"
"Famous? I don't think so," Haziel said, matter-of-factly.
Flora shrugged, tilting her head lightly to the side. Then she shoved a huge suitcase into his arms. "Now, be a dear and carry this for me."
*~*~*~*
Relena was in her room, getting ready for a meeting. Hilde was sitting in one of her more cussioned chairs.
"I can't believe I'm doing this, Hilds. I left to get _away_ from this. Now, fifteen years later, I'm backed where I started." Relena, now three months pregnant, stood in front on a full length mirror, tying her waist-length hair back with a navy blue ribbon.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," the nine month pregnant woman smiled. "I really think that you were made for this job. It's more of a passion, actually. Maybe you were just ... overwhelmed with everything the last time you did this. Ow!" Hilde stopped to rub her stomach. Relena turned back to her and she waved her off. "I mean, the weight the world is a little much for a fifteen year old. You were too inexperienced for this. Now, look at you. A thirty-one year old woman, _not_ a girl, who can hold her own. With everything that has happened, I don't see how anyone can criticize you."
Relena frowned. "But do you think the people'll accept this? I've been gone for fifteen years. How are they supposed to take this?"
Hilde sighed. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Rellie! Ooooh ..." She stopped to hold her stomach again. " I think this kid's already ready to take up the role of Shinigami, Junior. Anyway, the people view you as a role model. As a" - Hilde lifted her arms and moved them out dramatically - "symbol of peace. Of prosperity. They trust you!"
Biting her lip, Relena looked away. "You know, I hope you're right." She turned back to Hilde, smiled, and stood back up. Then turning to her side, she asked, "Well, how do I look? Do I look ... uh, noticeable?"
Hilde chuckled. "Honey, you never looked better. Now," Hilde said as she began to stand up, "do _I_ look noticeable ... ohhhh ..." Hilde plopped back into her chair, holding onto her belly.
"Hilde! Are you okay?!?" Relena rushed over to her friend.
"No," Hilde managed out through gritted teeth, "I'm - okay. Ow, Owww. Pain. Pain!" Relena rushed over to the phone. "Yeah, you do that. Owwww ..."
*~*~*~*
Heeheee ... I'm a little um, young, for this. So, don't flame me about that pathetic attempt at ... well, you know.
Ahem, sung in a very OFF-key voice while jump roping:
Judge, Judge, call the Judge. Hilde's gonna have a baby! Wrap it up in toilet paper, send it down the elevator. What's it gonna be? A boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets, a boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets, a boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets ...
YOU chose if it's gonna be a ... boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets! Ummmm ... yeah. Give it a(n) name(s) and personality(ies) that you want. I'll choose the one I like.
And I'm VERY very sowwy for not getting this out earlier. I've been doing homework since I get home every day until 11 each night, despite the fact that I've been sick with a sinus infection and have to take several pills three times a day that I choke on in order to get down because my throat is so sore. Take pity on me!
Izzy-chan
By Izzy
All standard disclaimers apply. Some people may not to read this because they 'think' Hee-chan's dead. If you're so stupid as to not have gotten a clue yet, I'll give you a little hint: What kind of world would there be with only a Rel-chan and no Hee-chan?'
*~*~*~*
"Well then, sir, what should I call you?" Sean lifted his eyebrows.
The colonel wracked his brain for an answer. "I ... I know this isn't my real name, but ... call me Odin." (AN: Or is it Adin? Oh well, you'll just have to frigging deal with it!)
"Odin, huh? Well, Odin it is, uh, sir!"
*~*~*~*
Haziel and Elena's view was being blocked by some old man would wouldn't move.
"I told you," Haziel whispered, accusingly to Elena, "we should have waited over there." He pointed to a little bench. "We would get a better view way over there." He pointed to a little bench about twenty feet away.
"Oh whatever. Flora's sure to find us anywways."
"Uh huh -" They both shut up as they heard an incoming plane. Elena began to jump, trying to see over the man's head.
"Ugh - this takes all the fun out of being at an airport," she whined, wrinkling her nose at Haziel.
His Prussian blue eyes twinkled. "That's your fault, shorty."
"Shorty?!? I'm only two inches shorter than you, mister!"
"Elena, shut up. I'll give you a lift." He turned around and picked Elena up, piggy back style. "Can you see now?"
"Yeah - there she is! Come on!" He set her down gently, and they scrambled off, only to slam into -
"Uncle Trowa! What are you doing here?"
Trowa grinned. "Your mom sent me to pick you up. Did you guys think you were going to take the bus all the way to the mansion?"
"Well, duh." Haziel lifted an eyebrow. "Did you think we would _walk_?"
"NO, Ziel. I was going to call a cab," Elena said, pointedly. "Now that Mom's the Vice Foreign Minister again, you'd think we could afford one."
"Whatever, Lena. Hey, Flora!"
She caught sight of the group and waved. Tucking a long black curl behind one ear, she grabbed her suitcase.
"Olaaaaaa ..." she practically sang. "Long time, no see, eh? Especially now that you're famous!"
"Famous? I don't think so," Haziel said, matter-of-factly.
Flora shrugged, tilting her head lightly to the side. Then she shoved a huge suitcase into his arms. "Now, be a dear and carry this for me."
*~*~*~*
Relena was in her room, getting ready for a meeting. Hilde was sitting in one of her more cussioned chairs.
"I can't believe I'm doing this, Hilds. I left to get _away_ from this. Now, fifteen years later, I'm backed where I started." Relena, now three months pregnant, stood in front on a full length mirror, tying her waist-length hair back with a navy blue ribbon.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," the nine month pregnant woman smiled. "I really think that you were made for this job. It's more of a passion, actually. Maybe you were just ... overwhelmed with everything the last time you did this. Ow!" Hilde stopped to rub her stomach. Relena turned back to her and she waved her off. "I mean, the weight the world is a little much for a fifteen year old. You were too inexperienced for this. Now, look at you. A thirty-one year old woman, _not_ a girl, who can hold her own. With everything that has happened, I don't see how anyone can criticize you."
Relena frowned. "But do you think the people'll accept this? I've been gone for fifteen years. How are they supposed to take this?"
Hilde sighed. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Rellie! Ooooh ..." She stopped to hold her stomach again. " I think this kid's already ready to take up the role of Shinigami, Junior. Anyway, the people view you as a role model. As a" - Hilde lifted her arms and moved them out dramatically - "symbol of peace. Of prosperity. They trust you!"
Biting her lip, Relena looked away. "You know, I hope you're right." She turned back to Hilde, smiled, and stood back up. Then turning to her side, she asked, "Well, how do I look? Do I look ... uh, noticeable?"
Hilde chuckled. "Honey, you never looked better. Now," Hilde said as she began to stand up, "do _I_ look noticeable ... ohhhh ..." Hilde plopped back into her chair, holding onto her belly.
"Hilde! Are you okay?!?" Relena rushed over to her friend.
"No," Hilde managed out through gritted teeth, "I'm - okay. Ow, Owww. Pain. Pain!" Relena rushed over to the phone. "Yeah, you do that. Owwww ..."
*~*~*~*
Heeheee ... I'm a little um, young, for this. So, don't flame me about that pathetic attempt at ... well, you know.
Ahem, sung in a very OFF-key voice while jump roping:
Judge, Judge, call the Judge. Hilde's gonna have a baby! Wrap it up in toilet paper, send it down the elevator. What's it gonna be? A boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets, a boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets, a boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets ...
YOU chose if it's gonna be a ... boy, a girl, twins or triple-ets! Ummmm ... yeah. Give it a(n) name(s) and personality(ies) that you want. I'll choose the one I like.
And I'm VERY very sowwy for not getting this out earlier. I've been doing homework since I get home every day until 11 each night, despite the fact that I've been sick with a sinus infection and have to take several pills three times a day that I choke on in order to get down because my throat is so sore. Take pity on me!
Izzy-chan
