Chapter 3: A Fluffy Pink Towel and a Pervert
Lying on her tummy and pulling the covers up to her ears, Usagi peered over at Heero. His chest rose and fell with perfect rhythm and his breathing was so light she could barely detect it. She shivered. It was almost like his silence was making the room even colder and darker than it really was.
Heero rolled over. 'I wonder if he's awake? He hardly said a word to me after he saw all of my... erm... undergarments. And you know what else? It's so dark in here. I can't believe he wouldn't let me plug in my bunny night-light! What kind of a roommate is this guy, anyway? He's kind of a jerk.' Usagi slit her eyes as she stared at Heero, hoping she could burn a hole in his head.
He could feel her eyes on him, and the sensation was burning. Why did she have to lie there and stare at him? Couldn't she just go to sleep like any other person? 'That's it,' thought Heero, 'I can't sleep like this. She's getting it…'
"Usagi!" Heero bolted up from his bed, and jumped on Usagi in seconds.
"AAAcccck!!!" Usagi screamed. Her hands waved frantically in the air as she backed away from Heero and fell off the bed.
"What'd ya do that for?" She sat there on the floor with one eye open, rubbing her head.
Heero looked at her coldly. "Go to sleep and stop staring at me. It's to hard for me to sleep with you looking at me like that." He turned his back to her and returned to his bed.
"WHAAAT! You had to attack me to say that?!! Why didn't you just say it normally like any other normal person? Eh??! You know what Heero! I'm starting to get the feeling that you're not very normal, are you? Not to mention you're wicked mean!" She stuck her tongue out at him, but he couldn't see it in the dark.
Heero glared at her and replied, "No, Usagi, I'm not normal and yes, I'm mean. Now good night."
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."
"Good night, Usagi."
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Usagi could feel the sunlight on her eyes, and she wished for nothing more than for it to just go away.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"
Her arm reached out from the covers and patted around on the nightstand until she found her victim.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-"
The alarm clock smashed against the wall. With a smile of triumph, Usagi sat up and looked at its dismembered pieces. She watched with satisfaction as the numbers on the digital screen slowly faded.
"I'm up now, OK?" Usagi stuck out her tongue.
"What are you doing?" Heero appeared out of the bathroom with his head dripping wet. She stared at him blankly, then noticed a thin white towel loosely wrapped around his hips, sagging slightly. Her eyes widened.
'Why is she staring at me like that? What is with this girl and staring at me?'
"What?" he asked sharply. Shaking her head, Usagi focused on his face.
"The alarm clock...it was...annoying."
Rolling his eyes, Heero walked over to the mutilated radio and squatted to pick it and it's many pieces up. Usagi's eyes never left him, or his towel. 'Mamo-chan, forgive me,' she thought.
"You destroyed it." He dangled it infront of her face. "But that's OK," his face suddenly hardened harder than usual. "Relena gave it to me... better I get rid of the friggin thing." Heero tossed the alarm into the trash bin.
Usagi scrunched her face into a smile. "Ooooooh! I gotcha!" she said, winking.
"Get in the shower," Heero grunted in response, "We have forty-five minutes until our first class."
"B-b-b-but ..what about breakfast?"
"You don't need breakfast. You ate enough for 3 Oz armies last night."
Sulking, Usagi carried herself into their spacious bathroom. 'Stupid Heero. Depriving me of such basic necessities as food…' She sniffed the air. It was still steamy from Heero's shower earlier and when Usagi opened the curtain, she could feel the little droplets of water clinging on the inside. She sighed. Removing her nightgown and panties, she wondered what he had thought of only a few moments earlier when he was in there.
Outside, Heero heard the water turn on. 'I wonder why I'm so hard on her? It's not like she came from an as disciplined background as I have.' Looking in the mirror, Heero straightened out his scarf, and tightened it. 'Maybe I should make her something small to eat before we go…she seems like the type that can't last too long without something digesting inside her.'
When Usagi stepped out of the bathroom, she could smell eggs cooking. 'What? Heero's cooking something to eat? Possibly for me?! What a guy!!!'
Without realizing that all she had on was a pink fuzzy towel, Usagi ran out of the bedroom into the kitchen and pounced on Heero.
"Oh Heero! I can't believe you're making me something to eat! You're so much nicer than I thought!" she cried out with glee, hugging him.
Heero's eyes expanded as he realized the wet girl hugging him, rubbing her body up against him, was wearing only a pink towel, which was…starting to come off.
"Uuhhh..Usagi?"
"Hmmm?" She looked up at him, a wide smile on her face.
"Your..um?...towel?"
"Huh?" Confused, Usagi backed away from Heero and looked down at her body. The towel fell to the ground.
A blush came over Heero's face as he got a glimpse of Usagi's nude form.
Usagi gasped. "OH MY WORD! I'M NAKED!" she cried, clawing at herself, trying to cover her boobs and crotch at the same time.
Heero quickly turned around and tried to focus on the eggs. 'I can't believe what I just saw…she was naked, right there in front of me. What were those idiots thinking up in administration when they placed her with me? Oh my god..she was naked …and..she was so..beautiful.." Heero closed his eyes tightly as he felt her run away behind him and he heard the bedroom door loudly slam shut.
He then noticed that the towel was still on the floor.
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Walking to class, they said nothing. Heero stared straight ahead, his gaze never diverted, and Usagi looked only at the ground, her head never lifting. 'I can't believe I just did that to myself,' Usagi thought silently, 'Mamoru has never even seen my naked! And now this guy, someone who I've known for not even twenty-four hours yet, has seen me in my birthday suit! Of all the circumstances! WHY THIS?!? WHY!….but you know what?' Usagi smacked her lips. 'He makes really good eggs….'
"Here," Heero said. She looked up and saw him holding a door open for her but not meeting her gaze. She hadn't realized they had reached the building already.
"Thanks," she mumbled as she walked inside.
The classroom was monstrous. It looked like a dome with all its desks on platforms each a step above the other all centered around a relatively small stage in the front. Kids littered the room, all of them chattering and flirting, touching and yelling.
"Heeey guys! How ya doing?" Duo's head appeared out of no where, and his violet eyes were smiling brightly.
"Hi Duo," Usagi managed. "How are you?"
"Me? Aw, hell, I'm doing fabulous! How about you? You know…you don't look so hot." Duo glanced at Heero. "And neither does he."
"Mind your business, Duo." Heero gave Duo a warning look and brushed past him as he walked over to the steps that led to the seats. "Usagi," he called over his back as he climbed up the stairs, "Come with me. There's a seat between me and Trowa you can sit in."
Usagi looked at Duo helplessly and she walked after Heero.
'I wonder what happened to them…' Duo thought curiously.
Usagi's seat was hard and stiff, and she didn't like it at all. Not to mention she had to be sitting next to Heero. After their little incident his morning, she had thought he wouldn't really want to be near her. But then again, Heero didn't seem like the type to get embarrassed to easily. 'I could have sworn I saw him blush, though…' But her thoughts were interrupted by some noise next to her.
"You're Usagi, right?" It was one of the boys that she had sat with last night at dinner. Heero had said she would be sitting next to him and…
"I'm sorry we weren't formally introduced last night. My name is Trowa. Barton Trowa." He outstretched his had to her.
Smiling, Usagi took his hand in hers. "How nice of you! I'm Tsukino Usagi!" she giggled. "But you already know that." Trowa smiled warmly and took his seat.
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Usagi had never sat through such a boring class.
"What kind of a class was that!" she cried turning to Heero as the bell rang. "All the lady yakked about was how fighting and war is bad, and talking is good. Any idiot that knows the basics of peace knows that you have to fight to achieve it! That lady's full of crap!"
Amused, Heero smirked at her then started to tuck his book and papers into his bag. "At least you understand that."
"Understand what?"
"That most of teachers here are full of crap."
Usagi giggled. She had broken the ice between them with her little sudden I-hate-school outburst, and was proud of it. 'It's in the past,' she thought happily. 'Now all I have to do is keep my clothes on.'
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"We don't have another class until 10:40," Heero said to Usagi.
"Do we have all the same classes or something?" Usagi kicked a pebble as she walked along the sidewalk with her roommate. She had grown accustomed to following him for some reason.
"Yeah, I think we do. Let me see your schedule again?" He asked. Usagi pulled out her paper from her purse and handed it to Heero.
S C H E D U A L F O R :
Tsukino, Usagi.
Dormitory Marquis 14, West. Room 36, Third Floor.
Breakfast served: 7:00 – 8:00
Lunch served: 11:30 – 1:30
Dinner served: 6:30 – 8:00
Your Classes:
Monday
- War and Peace 8:10 – 9:20am
- Geometry 10:40 – 11:45am
- Twenty-first Century Lit. 1:00 – 2:30pm
Tuesday
- Ancient Culture 9:30 – 10:30am
- Twenty-first Century Lit. 1:00 – 2:30pm
- Sculpting 2:45 – 3:45pm
Wednesday
1. War and Peace 8:10 – 9:20am
2. Geometry 10:40 – 11:40am
3. Sculpting 2:45 – 3:45pm
Thursday
1. Ancient Culture 9:30 – 10:30am
2. Russian 11:30 – 12:35pm
Friday
1. Russian 11:30 – 12:35pm
2. Required Recreational 1:35 – 2:45pm
He took it and skimmed it with his eyes for a brief second, then gave it back to her. "Yes. We do. Except for two."
"So that means how many of the same?"
"Five."
"Ooooooh," she looked at her watch, which beamed back that she had about an hour to kill. "So what are you gonna do for an hour?"
"Why." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Oh, I don't know…"
"No, seriously, Usagi. Why." Heero had an unfeeling expression on his face.
"Because..I…I ….don't..know what… I'm gonna..doooooooooo…….."
Heero rolled his eyes. "Then I guess you can come with me, if that's what you're implying." 'What am I getting myself into…'
Usagi beamed and started to jump up and down, "Oh thanks Heero! You're so cool!" Her pigtails seemed to take on a life of their own as they flapped in the air. "You're such a good friend!!"
Walking ahead of her, Heero said under breath, "Don't mention it…"
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The café Heero had brought her to bled sophistication. She didn't believe him when he told her that he came here every Monday to read and study, once in awhile with either Trowa or Quatre. It just seemed to fancy.
"Don't break anything," Heero said to her as he pulled out her seat.
Making a face, she plopped down into the chair. But wait a minute...did he just pull out the seat for her? Mamo-chan never did that...especially on such casual outings..
"Hey Heero!" Quatre was walking towards them. "Oh! And hi Usagi, how are you?" He said to her, smiling warmly.
"Hello Quatre," she replied. "How nice to see you here!"
As Quatre walked past Usagi, she leaned back in her seat and accidentally stretched her foot out right in his path. But he didn't see it.
"Ooooooffff!" Quatre went flying through the air, and landed on his face right in front of a lady. He looked up at her, his eyes asking for forgiveness.
"I'm sor-"
"EEEeek! This pervert is looking up my skirt!" She quickly started kicking him with her heels.
"Oh! No no no Miss! That's not was I was doing at all!" But she kept violently shoving her foot into his gut, screaming. Quatre clutched his ribs, grunting, to pained to move.
As she watched these charades, Usagi hid herself behind her backpack. 'Why'd I have to stick my foot out? I'm such a klutz…poor Quatre…" Usagi peeped over her bag to see the small blonde get another whomp in the stomach.
Heero shot her look and this time, it wasn't so emotionless. He was pissed. Usagi sunk deeper into her seat.
"Enough," Heero said, leaning over to help Quatre.
"Oh yeah?!" Cried the insane lady, "You want some too?!" She raised her fist at Heero, who promptly whipped out his gun.
"Omae o Korosu, if you touch me or him again." Heero's voice was cold.
The lady's eyes widened at the gun, and she ran out of the café screaming. Slowly, Heero shook his head and helped his friend to his feet.
"I—I—I'm so sorry about that guys..I must have tripped over something. I can't believe—"
"It's OK, Quatre. It's not your fault." Heero shot another look at Usagi then looked back at Quatre. "How do you feel?"
"I'll be all right," Quatre said, forcing a smile.
"Good. Here, sit down. Maybe now we can start studying."
'I'm in for it.' Usagi had a feeling that this was going to be one very long day.
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authors notes
FINALLY! It's finished!! Hehehehe….hope you guys enjoy it! I wonder what trouble Usagi's gonna cause next? U-U;; hnnn…..scary thought.
**Heero storms into the room** GET HER OUT! OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!
**Kotori looks at him and smiles** Aw, c'mon heero. You need someone to lighten up your life. Usagi's perfect!
**Heero glares** She wants to plug in a bunny night-light.
**kotori sweatdrops**